Did you know that Stanford, my adopted village which luxuriates lasciviously in a fold within the Klein River mountains in the Western Cape, is a cultural hotspot? No, you didn’t, did you? I thought as much. Report to my desk after class – you haven’t done your homework.
So, then you wouldn’t know that Stanford, South Africa, is twinned with New York (US of A) and London (England). Well, I’ll let you off for that one because it isn’t. Not yet. I will be having a word with the mayors of NYC and London about this. Stanford, a miniscule if perfectly formed village, doesn’t want to be twinned with the whole cities of London and New York, just the bits with which we share something in common. Like the West End and South Bank in London and Broadway, off-Broadway and off-off-Broadway in New Yoik.
Cultural twinning, you see. Because we’re a cultured lot here. You only have to witness the hilarious pantomime at the Stanford Arms after midnight on any Friday to begin to absorb that.