A selection of thirty-six short stories from the journals of a time spent in Rhodesia, Zimbabwe and Australia.
Call me a Rhodie, a Zimbo or an Aussie and youÕll get the same person Ð someone who will sit around the fire with you, share his beers and have your back when times get tough. My political correctness may sometimes be found wanting, but itÕs balanced by an old-fashioned romanticism and much self-deprecation.