Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
I was in Pretoria making a film for Absa. It was just preceding the volcanic purple eruption of the Jacarandas. Maybe it was the hint of pollen in the air but, upon arriving from George, my eyes and nose began to run. Badly! A sneezing, dewey eyed film star went against my Elizabeth Taylor notions!
The huge concrete edifice loomed dark and forbidding. I looked up at the sign that I had been dreading seeing for so long: The State Theatre. I took a gulp and I moved forward, into the building. The doors closed behind me. I hadn’t been to The State Theatre since my accident twenty-five
After my accident, whilst in a coma, Absa, set up an account for me. They generously deposited money into this and let it be known that it was available for public donations towards my medical expenses. Twenty-five years later, I am still banking with Absa! Recently I wrote to the Chief Financial Officer and I
