A beleaguered 28-year old chap emailed me saying (and I pull excerpts of that email that is relevant to this conversation), “…I used to read Oyunga Pala and when he stopped writing I stopped reading that column. But then …
So right outside Loita House, you run into this fellow wearing red shoes. An old acquaintance. PR guy. After niceties he says, “What are you doing Friday late afternoon?” You are loose – it’s December and you have closed …
