When the English left India they broke the fingers of the workers in cotton so the worker could no longer make the cotton trade. In much the same way the greatness of South Africa is undermined and Read more [...]

A pride of giant lions are roaring. The most tremendous heart rending storm is breaking in crescendo of thunder and violent echo. Lightning staggers and creeps across the sky. Sheet rain hisses as Read more [...]

This video interview where I speak about about fostering Week was made for Lancashire Local Government a few weeks ago. Please watch: it's three minutes. r Read more [...]

“Market Theatre is one of the iconic theatres of the world” said John McGrath the director of my play and artistic director of The National Theatre of Wales “so enjoy yourself”. Malcolm Purkey Read more [...]

“Ayshh” said Evans a tobacco coloured man in his mid fifties. His arms were bowed in the boxing stance though his boxing days days had long since gone. His chin tucked in, eyes side ways on, in answer: Read more [...]

Soweto means SO-uth WE-st TO-wnship in the same way that Soho is SO-uth (of) HO-uston. Today we drive into Soweto where the homes were defined as such: A one room, a two room, a three room. This is Read more [...]

When the staggering photograph was seen on news stands around the planet, of a Sowetan teen running down the centre of a road carrying a lifeless boy in both his pleading arms something happened to his Read more [...]

Rushed off my feet this is as good a way to end the week as any. I write mid flight 2,000 miles from where next these feet touch earth: Africa. The SA Times announces the arrival through a writer whose Read more [...]

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