I watch in horror as students storm a university campus hoping to register. A mother dies in the stampede. Just young people, starry-eyed, wanting to study. Unsure of the future.
I think back to my student days. I studied drama at the University of Stellenbosch, not because I had an incredible talent, but because of an English high school teacher who introduced me to the wonder of theatre. The stage, the wings, waiting for the audience to settle, your entrance and then: magic! I knew I wanted to study drama, or rather, study the magic of anticipation. My mother had other ideas – a nurse, a flight attendant. Continue reading…
It’s 10 o’clock on a Friday night and the Lollipop Lounge is abuzz with excitement. A bachelor in a nun outfit has just plunked his drink on my table. “Please keep an eye on this”, he mumbles as he stumbles towards the men’s toilets. My head bouncer kneels next to my table. “A good client, boss, is falling all over the other clients. He cannot possibly drive home in his condition. I recommend we phone a taxi to get him home.” Continue reading…
During the month of November the Lollipop Lounge has been blessed by the arrival of eight gorgeous brunettes. All 19 years old. Not one of them has danced before. All of them love their new jobs.
What baffles me is where did a 19-year-old work before she discovers in November that her true calling is that of a lap dancer? But all things apart, I’ve been enjoying the effect these young ones have on my establishment.
Now you see, a strip club has rules. Not rules like you can’t do this or you must not go there, but intricate rules laid down by the lionesses of the pride. Continue reading…
I watch in horror as students storm a university campus hoping to register. A mother dies in the stampede. Just young people, starry-eyed, wanting to study. Unsure of the future.
