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As I turned into Bowling Lane, a white man from a speeding bakkie (van) shouted something in a tongue I didn't understand. (I found out later it was Afrikaans) I didn't need to. Whatever was said there was no mistaking the contempt and hate. It was then realized that what Thandie said was ringing true. The route I took was lined with thick trees and soft turf that surrendered with each tread I made. As there was no pavement I decided to walk along the red path close to the huge houses. Each house I passed, German shepherds, Dobermans, Rotweiler's ran to me spitting and barking, with only the electronic gates separating us. Thandie's prophetic warning was now like massive bells ringing in my ears. At one party I attended, somebody told me that guard dogs had been trained to smell blacks and attack on sight. I pulled my blouse away from my neck, dipped my head and drew a quick breath through my nostrils. It was hot and the sun stood alone against the flat blue sky; a thick layer of sweat had already settled on my forehead but I could still smell the Dewberry body fragrance I bought from Body Shop in North London. The white froth dribbling from the corner of the Rotweiler's mouth with its programmed eyes scrutinising its mark, quickly told me that no amount of fragrance was going to make much difference if those teeth ever got me!

Are you environmentally conscious?

Nothing with a face, or that has the potential to have a face or that is derived from anything with a face, or that which has face potential.

I shall never forget what I have just lived through. The events which took place were not of the kind one can simply push aside. Although I dearly wish I could. I fear the memories will forever linger like phosphorescent sparks cascading through my head, no matter what I do. I don't believe I will ever be able to look at our beloved world in the same way again. It was - how should I put it - a rather hair-raising experience. An experience I would not wish on my worst enemy.

New love buddy (LB). No ego. No fear. Just a sweet connecting man. At last.

Seeing you laugh with her is killing me Yet you do things that I do. I'm confused and don't know¦ What are you putting me through? You laugh like her, talk like her And treat me like you don't know me.

'This is confusing,' said Larry. 'It certainly is,' said Mick.

She held her hands out like forgiveness for all the sinew and pavement I mounted like a playground, she offered me socks and sleep her eyes gummed shut like my tin of vaseline.

'I think you will find that the conditions and cautions of this parternship have expired.' This is how he put it my banker boyfriend, his hair as set a s a scallop his tongue as scrubbed as a club latrine,