National Shame
We went for a chilled out farewell dinner at the Palm and of course
got caught in the nightly football frenzy. Holland was playing
Portugal and Germany was playing Denmark. And as I sat amid a sea of
orange, green and red, I felt an overwhelming sense of national shame
- because SA has a helluva lot to answer for, exporting that evil
tactic of hearing aid companies, the vuvuzela. (The kids kicking and
pushing and pulling my chair in their excitement didn't help either).
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