SpudThis week I read “Spud” by John van de Ruit. Damn but it was good. The story takes place in 1990 in a boys boarding school not far from Durban (read: Michaelhouse), and is about Spud, nicknamed for his pre-pubescent nether region. Actually the story is by Spud, it’s his standard 6 diary.

Spud tells you about his first love, his first kiss, his sporting highlights, his gran (The Wombat) and his future career as a freedom fighter. It’s not just the stories he tells though, it’s the way he tells them, lads this will bring back memories – I guarantee you.

Shit, I actually laughed out loud while I was reading this, people in Seattle, Cresta were looking at me funny. Oh, and there may have been a tear too.

Fucking brilliant…!

PS. There’s sharting too.

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