Never let it be said that I don’t go all out for my readers, the black eye you see above came as a result of blogging. Well, not really, I was forced to go into a dodgy nightclub in downtown Johannesburg for an article that I was working on for a blog that is still under construction. Without revealing much, since I’m still drafting the blog post, I made a mistake of telling a stranger that I write sometimes. Turns out that stranger was a security personnel and he understood “I write sometimes” to mean “I’m a reporter who wants to expose this brothel moonlighting as a pub.” The next thing I knew I was being escorted out of the nightclub because they don’t take kindly to our kind. Once Outside I tried negotiating my way back but apparently security officers don’t like being talked back to, punks! so I got punched in the face. I was thinking of opening a case of assault against the security guy but I’ve been a regular in Hillbrow long enough to know that the cops are getting paid off not to shut down places like that so I’m just gonna chill. I don’t want trouble with the underworld for a blog post.