neville cardus
International Debutant
At about midday today, at SuperSport Park, in the fulgent heat of a highveld summer, I happened to descry a very small, very young boy being jostled for his umbrella by three very large security guards. Apparently the offending item was emblazoned with one or two too many corporate logos. The boy was in tears, and the security guards were close to same, but no doubt their neoliberal masters are pleased with their day's work. I bought the boy a lolly, but I rather doubt he'll be back.
I asked the security guards what any of this had to do with "security," but I'm afraid I didn't have much joy there either.
Not long after, I attempted to update an autograph book of mine: an heirloom that goes back to the early Fifties. Dean Elgar couldn't quite look me in the eye when he explained that he was forbidden from signing such things. The fear, it would seem, is that I might want to sell this invaluable artifact, thereby depreciating the value of its vis-à-vis at the various corporate galas.
I must say I rather feel like punching something.
I asked the security guards what any of this had to do with "security," but I'm afraid I didn't have much joy there either.
Not long after, I attempted to update an autograph book of mine: an heirloom that goes back to the early Fifties. Dean Elgar couldn't quite look me in the eye when he explained that he was forbidden from signing such things. The fear, it would seem, is that I might want to sell this invaluable artifact, thereby depreciating the value of its vis-à-vis at the various corporate galas.
I must say I rather feel like punching something.
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