ANGUS SHAW Blog

Shit happens …

Anglophiles among us will have been following the English tradition of the annual boat race between the universities of Oxford and Cambridge on the Thames. The river is so polluted...

From Russia with love

The Zimbabwe Electoral Commission plus a smattering of government freeloaders back from a trip to the Russian election have sworn voting was “free and fair and credible” and “a true...

Don’t worry, be happy …

In every life we have some trouble, when you worry you make it double/ Ain’t got no place to lay your head, somebody came and took your bed/ When you...

First the good news …

The bad news is that after years of neglect this is not being done as a public service.  A summit meeting of heads of state and government is coming soon....

Times they are a-changin’

After my recent piece from chaotic, dispirited and decrepit Harare I dug out something I did for Skyhost, the Air Zimbabwe in-flight magazine 15 years ago when we still had...

So sorry, dear Valentine

As local legend has it, the hopeful young man takes roses to a girl on Valentine’s Day. Jeez, she cries, I can’t eat flowers! She would have preferred bread, maize...

How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

Stanley Kubrick’s classic film comes to mind all these years later. It’s about psychotic leaders hurling us towards disaster in the Cold War era. In Kubrick’s script, how to love...

Postcard from Harare

  Our ruler and his entourage have met Ms Maloni, Italy’s neo-fascist prime minister. What is unusual about this is that we don’t often mix with her kind. Our body...

Clint and the silly King Cnut

Clint, as in Eastwood, the actor, film director and producer, is the abbreviation of the first name Clinton, like Dick is for Richard. A dick, as a male appendage, can...

The ball is in your frying pan now

Harare, Zimbabwe Language, they say, is a wonderful thing, a moveable feast of expression and misunderstanding. An advert in our paper said: SOFIA. Only $849.99. A flight to the Bulgarian...