‘At last, I’m a communist …’
This is an edited extract from Herman Lategan’s memoir, ‘Son of a Whore’
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Heights of satire
The <i>M&G</i> speaks to the director of <i>The Satyr of Springbok Heights</i>, Robert Sike.
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Bleach your way to a pretty little pucker
Is it perhaps time to say "<i>yebo baba</i>" to a bleached sphincter? Yes, you. Is your sphincter too brown? An open-ended question, if ever there was one. You can now have a sparkling brown eye by having it bleached. Some beauticians are billing it as the new Brazilian wax.
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Glory, glory, hallelujah
Oral sex, the adage goes, is a matter of taste, but what was happening in front of me was either tasteless or tasty (depending on your moral paradigms). A chiselled, topless go-go boy with a crew cut, dressed in cargo pants, was slowly pushing his erect penis through a hole carved in an old church’s pulpit.
