OVERHEARD… At the Edgars Make-up Counter

“So… you come from Zambia?”

“Yes!” (smiles)

“Lovely. So it’s like, is it like a country or an island, or what?”

Silence.

“You know, because it sounds like an island. Zambia. Zammmmbia.”

To be fair, my geography’s also pretty awful. It’s a Capetonian curse. We think the world ends where the Northern Suburbs begin.