How I Met Your Father: Cape Town’s Bridget Jones strikes f***ing again!

cape town bridget jones

Kids,  as you know, I was the living Capetonian embodiment of literary heroine Bridget Jones … over the course of my 20s and 30s, I’d managed to lose my bikini top in public, exposed my considerable buttocks to shocked New Yorkers and got a label stuck in my hair whilst spending a night in the […]

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How I Met Your Father: Cape Town’s Bridget Jones strikes again!

Kids, my inner Bridget Jones has the uncanny knack of emerging at the most inappropriate moments like… December 2017… I was in the middle of explaining to my colleagues how I was sometimes tempted to reply to the infernal “what is the temperature like at the top of the mountain?” question that I needed to […]

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How I Met Your Father: A PSA to smug marrieds and otherwise attached people

Kids, today’s abject lesson in why people should mind their own gods-be-damned business comes in the form of a public service announcement I wrote in September 2017. Have a gander at this: Dear Smug Marrieds and Otherwise Attached People (including my f***tard of an Uber driver the other night), This evening I had to listen […]

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How I Met Your Father: Cape Town’s Bridget Jones strikes again!

“First date and you’ve sprained your ankle, huh? Tough break, my dear.At least he’s sticking around for now… maybe this will lead to better things” This, Kids, is what Sharon the mystic healer was saying to me as she tried to infuse healing energy into my bruised ankle, whilst simultaneously trying to reassure me that […]

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