I write to you from a nuclear bunker somewhere in the middle of suburban Wyoming. It is 1951 and as I pen this first post, I can not help but wonder whether the world as we know it still exists. Have the Reds taken control? Do the cities of New York and Nairobi still exist? Or have the dreaded menace from the East laid waste to them one by one with their nuclear capabilities?
While I'm pondering the modern world's devastation, I am reminded of a question. What would Sarah say?
...about...
... the lack of South African celebrities
... the people who hang around Brightwater commons
... arrogant, awkward, ugly people you meet at braais
... estate agents
... the Nigerian film industry
the list of questions to ponder is endless.
And her answers and priceless insight?
That, dear readers, is a story for another day.
