Television programmes in the UK were a wondrous revelation to me as in SA I had been fed on a steady diet of Maya the Bee and American series imports. I revelled in British humour which made more sense to me than much of what I had seen back in SA. Now I was introduced to the joys of Monty Python , Lenny Henry, Rising Damp , and many many more. While watching the gogglebox I wasn’t aware I was undergoing a subtle blossoming of character. This was never more evident than when I went off to university in Salford. This was by no means a straight forward journey. I had to go back to school at the age of 20 as all the documents charting my educational achievements at private school were lost at sea. No, that’s not a metaphor. They were stuck in a trunk on a freight ship heading for Canada. I went back to school to do GCSEs then A’Levels. All it involved was reading, something I already loved doing. And then writing a bit about what I was reading. It wa...
I write therefore I am