Let’s hear it for South Africa
’M slightly richer than I thought. Or, more accurately, I’m marginally less broke than I feared. I’m usually boracic at this time of year, my net income invariably failing to cover my gross habits (to paraphrase the great Errol Flynn). Amazingly, I’m nearer to being out of the red than I have been for yonks thanks to the fact that almost all the hard-earned do-re-mi that I forked out for trips to Lord’s, Glorious Goodwood, Royal Ascot, Glyndebourne,
