tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574286051580192912.comments2011-10-18T18:14:57.985+02:00Erik du Plessishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02756424195987460888noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574286051580192912.post-63863280330814751752011-08-31T08:15:44.871+02:002011-08-31T08:15:44.871+02:00hi, I just wanted to say how much i enjoy reading your blog. in a world full of spin, it&#39;s nice to get some fact-based analysis. keep up the good work.Wooshhttp://www.facebook.com/WooshNZnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574286051580192912.post-2767966876531847052009-07-30T12:35:31.370+02:002009-07-30T12:35:31.370+02:00Very interesting perspective, never looked at it like that before.But there is sense to it all. As an athlete, a rugby player and briefly a boxer (I don&#39;t know if 4 amateur bouts count but anyway)I used to love the rush of adrenalin at the start of the Race/game/bout which came into full effect during the event and remained for hours long after the event was over to which I actually had a craving for more thereof. I just considered myself as an adrenalin Junky and I can therefore relate as to how something of the sort could be liked to a drug addiction...Interestingjagged_edgarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12076400790950445371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574286051580192912.post-57831622313215315902009-06-01T17:41:22.209+02:002009-06-01T17:41:22.209+02:00Klaas was a dear friend to me and godfather to my son Matt - We met at Cadbury's, where we both worked as brand managers. I thank him for the great times, for his mateship! I'll never forget those nights which stretched way into the early morning hours, listening with him to Dylan; Tull; Audioslave and many others at his place after óverstaying our welcome at the Jolly Roger.We shared a passion for music, bikes and brands! Our jols were too few but always intense! He was a magic oke and I am humbled to have known him through the years. SA is that much richer for his contribution, and sadly that much poorer as a result of this despicable act. Our land has lost another of its bright shining stars... I'll never understand why...so damn senseless! Rest in Peace Boet!Romannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574286051580192912.post-70319755483686652552009-06-01T12:19:39.763+02:002009-06-01T12:19:39.763+02:00i just moved to Brandston from a surburb just outside Philly in the states and the disconnect amongst neighbors here is nothing like I have ever seen. there is no sign of life in these neighborhoods. i understand that crime can be a problem but if there is more openess and community perhaps the criminals will be disheartened when they see the bond and familiarity that neighbors have with one another and their intrusion will immediately be seen as a red flag.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574286051580192912.post-67507880703038451892009-05-26T23:30:27.101+02:002009-05-26T23:30:27.101+02:00The ideal suburb you describe sounds like parts of KensingtonDamaria Sennehttp://www.onelovesouthernafrica.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574286051580192912.post-20536857987925046582009-02-27T09:19:00.000+02:002009-02-27T09:19:00.000+02:00A very good read and very well written. And a very relevant topic here in SA, even years after apartheid has been demolished<BR/><BR/>One cannot tell that this is a 1st blog attempt, so only advice I can then gove you is... Keep them commingEdgar Kapangahttp://jaggeded.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com