MAN ABOUT TOWN
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JACKSON BIKO
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MOVIN WERE
THE
FOX
Jackson Biko, is a lover of whisky and
people watching. He likes to walk the
shadows of the city at dusk, picking
conversations of a people spurred by the
night and by their drink.
D
o you picture ageing? I
do. When the kids (and
the knees) are gone.
When the house is empty
and my memory echoes
painfully from the voices of their
childhood- the kids, not the knees.
When life doesn’t have loans to be
paid. Or impressions to be made.
When my circle of friends has grown
smaller and richer. When it’s all done
and dusted. I will be sporting a white
beard, and a bald head - silver fox.
When I can’t run my usual 10kms
every Saturday. When maybe I have
gone vegan to keep disease and
death at arm’s length. I’m writing
daily and have taken to publishing
books or running a big successful
lifestyle website with smart funky
and brilliant writers who wear odd
clothes [