This underscored my starting to live in Johannesburg in 1984. At the time I was finishing my last year of conscription in Pretoria. Thank heavens I had managed to get into the entertainment unit for that period. Really! Thank heavens! Many were not so lucky for their two years.
A group of us decided rather than stay in the barracks in Pretoria we would all rent flats in Kilmurray Court opposite the Hillbrow Post Office.
We would go though to the Unit in Pretoria with Sid in the mornings. He was the only one of us who had a car.
Somedays we would have to hitch. I used to make Bruce furious as when a car stopped, I would drag behind as we ran towards the car so that I could avoid having to get in the front and make conversation with the driver. I was really shy and rather than having to sit in front, I would rather put up with Bruce calling me a selfish little bitch when we got out on the highway as we came into Pretoria.
I was very naive in a kind of excited kind of way. Marc told me he had a symbol in the middle of his lounge.
'Wow!' I thought,'thats really weird in an exciting kind of forest pagan kind of way.'
Later when I visited his flat, I saw that he had a really big beautiful shiny old drum cymbal in the middle of his coffee table. A drum cymbal! Not a symbol 'symbol!' It doubled as a beautiful fruit bowl at times and at others as a humongous ashtray. Like I said I was very naive in a kind of very excited kind of way.
Then later rush to the Skyline Bar as the Joburg sun set. And then onto to the Mrs Henderson's club to dance and to laugh and watch Granny Lee, the outrageous drag of the time, lean against the bar as she pushed us all into the coming future in her own iconic way.