Category Archives: Eating out

fine art of Creation…

Whilst I have a love-hate relationship with Franshhoek (love good food and fine wine but loathe the pretentious fake French facade and canned romantic ambience. And there’s that little issue of the Grande Provence fountain with my name on it…) … Continue reading

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west coast pearl…

Once upon a not-so-long ago, I took a little trip up the west coast to the quaint former fishing village of Paternoster. Now, it bears noting Ma Ngnui almost moved there 15 years ago – but didn’t (the real estate … Continue reading

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how to: (score) free date…

Dax and I’ve had a few challenges as we navigate and renegotiate the high seas of our new/old relationship. At the core, we’re scarily similar but the way we express ourselves couldn’t be more different: bit like pc and mac … Continue reading

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how to: (score) first date…

* background * Typical  Scarlet, I took 1 x proverbial bull by said horns and arranged the first formal date post prequel preparation (warning: do not try this at home!). Dax and I’d already spent a good couple of evenings … Continue reading

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ek hart Hartenberg…

I apologise for the silence - this post is two days late, waiting in the wings while I battled some very real issues and finally grew up. My bright idea to host a competition was met by an overwhelmingly underwhelming response … Continue reading

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bodies don’t lie…

Well, they don’t. Even the best liars are let down by their body language, the little micro expressions that lodge in the subconscious and fester. How many times has someone sworn blind (a-ha! another sign – ‘see no evil’) they’re telling you … Continue reading

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‘you got to know when to hold ‘em…’

…lyrics from Kenny Rogers’ “The Gambler” I’m sitting in a lovely little café in Constantia called Pastis, nibbling a club sandwich and sipping one strong espresso in a cup which wryly reads “some like it black”. TH is at home, it … Continue reading

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