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The idea came to me when I had to renew my motor vehicle license, and not being one to stand around waiting in queues, I decided to get the job done through one of the service providers that have people who stand in queues to process your license renewal.  At the same time there was a protest march in the centre of the city and it struck me.  Maybe here is the perfect opportunity for a new business.  One that would not only create jobs, but also provide a protesters with the numbers they need to become much more effective.  I call it "Strike for you!" and it provides various options and services to facilitate the strike/protest action and provides both individual and union, NGO and crowd services. For a fee an individual can hire a Casual Striker or alternatively by pooling the resources of friends, family and or colleagues one or more Casual Strikers who would represent the individual(s) in the strike.  Casual Strikers will be outfitted appropriately with a ...

He sat on the large wingback chair to the right of me.  An ebony coffee table, a sure hint at the prestigious nature of the club in which we sat, between us providing a glass surface to support the aromatic, rich foamed coffee filled cups.  A plate filled with light little puffs of pastry that melted in the mouth was placed nearby.  His immaculate black suit broken by a perfectly starched white shirt and bright red tie contrasting perfectly with the deep red crushed velvet upholstery that covered the chair.  Perfectly polished shoes peeked below the hemline of his trousers barely concealing the bright red socks that covered his feet.  A ROLEX adorned his right hand and a single gold bracelet his left.  His hair combed back and beard well groomed and strong jaw completed the picture.  So perfect was its execution that it would no doubt be the envy of every of any reputable fashion magazine.  He lifted an eyebrow and in an instant a butler materi...

Like all anglers out there I am hoping that one day I will be able to land “the one”.   To those who are not familiar with angling or who occasionally wet their lines for a bit of fun and even to some experienced anglers, “the one” is the biggest fish you have ever caught.  But like most things in life it is not that simple.  “the one” means different things to different anglers and in fact there could be many “ones”.  To put it into perspective the concept originated with the indomitable captain Ahab who, seeking revenge for the loss of his ship and his leg, pursues the legendary white sperm whale Moby Dick. In terms of “the one” many would consider this to be the ultimate “one”, from an anglers perspective, restricted down to a particular individual, even though I may say that a whale is a far cry from a fish. In more recent times the movie Jaws, in which the late Robert Shaw plays the part of the shark hunter, Quint, hunting the great white man eating s...

Just how much truth is there in horoscopes?  Not the ones that try and predict your day to day fortune,  or ones that try and state how happy you will or will not be,  or how a stranger, who I am still waiting for incidentally, will enter and change your romantic life forever.  I am more interested to understand is there a bases behind some of the personality traits that horoscopes claim I should have? I have tried to gauge this from observing some of my friends and family who are also Gemini's, yes I am a twin, but in all this time I failed to fathom whether or not they display these traits or not.  I am convinced that they were born actually later in the year but their parents had inadvertently registered them as a May/June baby thus creating a conflict with their personality trait, horoscopically (no you wont find this word in the dictionary I just invented it) that is, which has largely led to an internal conflict thus forcing the person into totally con...

I cannot wait for the day that they discover how to teleport you from one place to another instantaneously.  Even though the pundits claim that air travel has made the world a smaller place, and I do not deny it, in my book it is not small enough.  The fact that I need to sit around for eight or nine hours, unable to do much but stare at some screen, is totally unacceptable by todays standards. What has happened to the research and development in air travel?  Oh, it is there, however I think it is completely misdirected.  It would seem that the only research that airlines and airplane manufacturers are concerned about is working out how to get more and more people into economy class. I am surprised, or maybe its just early days, that they have not yet figured out that if they reduce the isle so that you could only walk sideways down it they can get more people into the plane. "And what about safety?" do you say, well let me ask you this, when last have you he...

Driving down the highways of Gauteng at night, one cannot cease to be amazed by the violet light that breaks the monotony of the yellow floods that light up the road.  As you pass under the e-toll gantries you cannot fail to be amazed by the technology that has been installed. All to collect an e-toll around the national roads in Gauteng.  What the heck was SANRAL thinking!  The system, when implemented,  will bring in a revenue of 3.513 billion rand while the cost of collection would be 2.543 billion rand about 70% of the collected revenue.  This makes no mention of the cost of SANRAL staff, administration costs, etc. which I suspect will yield a negative return.  Fortunately a court ruling has put a halt to the project and for the moment its "e-tolling in the wind"! Parkhurst used to be a nice quaint suburb where you could park your car and walk around the streets and have a look at the interesting items that are on display or alternatively stop by for...

A thumb pressed into my muscle as the masseuse worked the knots of stress out of it and just as the knots in my flesh were undone, the knots in my mind was undone and my thoughts drifted.  Drifted to that place where the inner being stands naked.  A place where the veil of perception is removed and all is laid bare.  A place where no blame can be placed, a place where we have to face the truth about ourselves. It is a journey I feared.  It was a fear of what I may find, fear that what I found I may not like, but more than that I feared that it was one where I could lay no blame and had to accept whatever I saw.  And laying on that table, some 4000 miles away from any familiar surroundings, as the masseuse worked his hands across my back relieving the stresses and strains of everyday life, that I decided the time was right to take the journey. At first I saw the scares, not twisted and distorted as one may think but rounded and beautiful in patterns upon the...