Time passes in mysterious ways. Another December and COVID prevails. With recent plans of a trip back to Cape Town this month upended by a new strain of this peril or “the dreaded lurgy” as the fancier people say here in London, we are at the point where we will not...

I do not regret my tattoos. I would have more but I have run out of viable real estate considering that I work in a conservative environment where one visible tattoo, is one too many. Due to COVID, I have not spent a summer in the current office, so I am yet to test...

In England, you are identified by your full name, your date of birth and your postcode. There is no identity document for everyday use with the sole purpose of providing evidence as to who you are. The idea of a COVID vaccination passport has received much opposition...

Mountains. Hills. Valleys. All shades of green. This is Cymru. I never realised how much I missed topography like this. We had entered Wales in our little van (having sold the sensible Ford sedan), crossing the River Severn. I cannot say that my Welsh or Cymraeg...

Dear important person at the South African High Commission (Trafalgar Square, London), I understand that one of the reasons for rejecting my submitted application for a new passport is that my inked fingerprints are illegible. May I point-out that you received my...