Megan's Head

A place where Megan gets off her head.

Month: March 2007 (Page 1 of 6)


We are heartbroken. Our cat Saskia is dead. She was run over last night and Big Friendly was shown her body, lying in the gutter, by a neighbour very early this morning. She had been with us for only four months but she changed our lives completely. Since the day she beat up Gally (the white dog) and moved in she filled our lives with joy, amusement and fun. She was fearless, clumsy, passionate, completely crazy, silly, kind to children, responsive, a bed sleeper, foot attacker and so beautiful. There will never be a little soul like her ever again. Oh Saskia. You have left a huge huge hole, little kitty.

not for the faint hearted

The weird thing is that I managed to doze off with the Proteas at a safe (and I thought boring) 206 for 5. They needed four runs to win, with about four overs left. I woke up with Malinga two thirds into a hat trick. He got his hat trick and made it 4 wickets in a row by clean bowling Ntini. I was hysterical. All of a sudden the Proteas stood a real chance of being bowled out. Omigod. I think I have developed gastric reflux. What a near escape by SA. Oy. Cricket.

Oh thello

Can somebody please tell Yazeed Kamaldien, who, in his review of UCT’s production of Othello says, “Zwedala, who is said to be the first black South African to play Othello in a theatre in SA, offers an inspiring performance. He is so good that he makes one wonder about the nonsense behind painting white male actors black to play the role of the darker skinned man.”, that John Kani played in Janet Suzman’s Othello, at the Market Theatre in 1988, to huge success? Black man. South African theatre. In SA. And can somebody ask him who the “is said” are that he refers to? Who has said? That’s not journalism. I mean, where does he get this stuff? Or is he just trying to get away with the ‘white man painted black’ bullshit that hasn’t happened in this or any other country that I know of for many many years? Come on!

time for an update

Remember my whole blah blah about the Fleur du Caps and TheatreSports? I thought I should update the story. The big cheese of FDC, a lovely lady, Irma Albers, promised to organise the FDC judges to come to a performance of TS, after I sent each and every one of them a personal invitation. Marianne Thamm was the only one who ever even responded. None have come. Now, we continue to perform every Monday and Tuesday. And maybe that’s the problem. There’s always the excuse of next week! Still, a response would be so great. Same goes for the press. I got only one positive response from someone at the Argus to come to the opening at the Intimate. Guess what? He didn’t pitch. I called him on it. He promised to come the following week. And then the following one. I am not holding my breath.


I have the most beautiful family and friends. I was spoilt, loved and indulged. Thank you everybody but most especially Kaliya. Your card is one of the best presents I have ever received.

it’s my birthday

And I’m having a great time.

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