![[SA]](/static/img/flags/sa.png "South Africa")
Hey, Listen ... in Gray Market Plays (1986) 131: Whoever’s the lucky winner of our Miss South Africa contest [...] she’s going to be right in the firing line! Not only will she have to ward off the stage-door Johnnies [etc.]. Hey, Listen ... in Gray Market Plays (1986) 113: I’ll fucken kick you down moer and gone that’s what I’ll do. This is for Keeps in Gray Market Plays (1986) 34: Nice name for a group, hey. Kaffirboeties. et al. in Gray Market Plays 34: They can turn South Africa into another Zimbabwe where black people can do what they like. Murder old men [...] get drunk, smoke dagga, and they don’t go to jail because they’re floppies.
in Gray
Market Plays
173 : We lived in a large bungalow where we were liable to unofficial initiation by the oumanne. [Ibid.] 175: I had nearly done a year in the army and was due for a seven-day pass. The roofie ouman tension seemed to have abated and we were almost on friendly terms [DSAE].