Standing around a braai the other night, a couple of friends and I started talking rugby, much to the obvious annoyance of our female companions. We all agreed that the Sharks and the Bulls are looking good this season, that Schalk Burger’s new haircut doesn’t do much for his rather large head and that Rassie is sorely missed in the Cheetahs’ camp.

We also agreed that Puke Watson should in future, if ever, wear a bib when donning the Springbok jersey. At the mention of Puke’s cheeky dad a couple of nervous twitches ran around the circle of friends. Politics should never mix with sport, the commercial media and braais.

“Speaking of the media…” one rather doff friend piped up. “What happened to Afrikaans in the general media? Is this further evidence of the marginalisation and subjection of Afrikaans?”

“Ag no, man,” I cut across irritably and set about trying to explain why Afrikaans is a growing, NOT a dying medium. The following is a heavily censored synopsis of what was said that night:

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