A chap on whose farm in Lusaka I was renting a house (and to whom Mrs DM is eternally grateful to, as he was instrumental in saving my pretty much dead bacon due to celebral malaria), it turned out that unbeknownst at that time to either of us, we had been in the same pub in South Wales, UK a few years earlier, celebrating NY Eve. Quite a famous family, at that time his youngest son was on the verge of his first Sprinbok cap, he later went on to captain them through the infamous days in the "Kamp Staaldraad" (Camp Steel Wire) and the humiliation at Twickers.
Last edited by Dak Man; 15th Aug 2013 at 15:23.