No more Mr Freebie guy…
Right, then.
Every once in a while, I get the need to shake things up. That's my five-year plan. Try to fix stuff that isn't broken. Ruin a good thing. Fill the comfort zone with pepper spray and loc...
Read it and weep (with laughter)
Right. Since we are all essentially trapped in our homes, we're going to need to find things to laugh about if we aren't going to turn on each other like rats in a cage. Making fun of each other's sho...
Pulp non-fiction – A murder story
In the perilous world of publishing, there is something called 'sales or return'. It works like this. Bookshops will order so many copies of a new title. If those get sold, they might order more.
U...
Buy buy baby
Hark, the Christmas tills do ring. The season of giving, taking, looting, stabbing and shooting is almost upon us. The Little Drummer Boy has already driven me from at least two malls.
All you can ...
Get your Durban Poison here!
I promised that my new book would be available on my website and, lo, it has come to pass. Praise be.
I'm happy to devalue your copy by scribbling something in it. If you want it inscribed to someo...
Boks, beer and a brand new book
Right. It's the day after the big win and I know how you are feeling. But you're in luck. I happen to have the perfect cure for a crushing hangover. It's my new book, Durban Poison, and it will help t...
The Ben Trovato Files
Who among us doesn't remember satirist Ben Trovato's outrageously subversive trilogy of letters to and replies from the rich, famous and downright dangerous? Well, the madness continues as the letters...
Poltroons, Pizzas and Pangas
Who is Ben Trovato?
Nobody knows for sure – not even him.
“Metaphysically speaking, I have no idea who I am,” says Trovato. “Nor do I wish to know. Asking ‘who am I’ is the kind of crazy talk reserv...