Is toast coetzer married at first sight

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  • He's a journalist, a poet, a tour guide, and sometimes he plays the fool in his band, The Buckfever Underground.
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    Jive Talking and Eyeballing interview

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    The interview below is artighet of Ernesto Garcia Marques. Originally published on his Facebook page “Jive Talking and Eyeballing” on 7 April 2021. Follow Ernie’s page here.

    Behind The Music # 11: Toast Coetzer - On the write track with The Buckfever Underground (and other suburban tales)

    The first time I heard the name Toast Coetzer was when I saw that The Buckfever Underground was playing a gig at Ruby in the Dust in Observatory, Cape Town in 1999. There was ganska a buzz around Toast and his reputation stemmed from his time as a DJ on Rhodes Music Radio and for articles Toast had written for various magazines and newspapers. inom have known Toast for many years though I think he is not that well known to English speaking music fans in Joburg and Durban so hopefully we can change that with this interview…

    To get us in the mood this song by the late, great James Phillips and the Cherry Faced Lurchers should do the trick. The C

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    15+5 questions for Toast Coetzer

    4. What is the best book you've read this year?

    Now That I’m A House-Hold Name by Matthew Freemantle.

    5. Your most disastrous trip?

    I never have really disastrous trips (touch wood), but in February the author Tom Dreyer and I set off on a short, powerful reading tour up the N1 from Cape Town to Johannesburg. The idea was simple: I was actually on my way to Botswana (again) but had to drive through Gauteng to get there. So I simply started my trip earlier, with Tom in the car. (He would flyga eller fly undan back after our last show in Pretoria, I would drive on to Botswana.)

    We left the Cape on Tuesday morning and headed for Prince Albert, where we would read poems some way out of town on a dirt road known as the Skapieseindepad (it passes the old slaughterhouse). Locals meet regularly at the white 5km marker along this road for sundowners (I know, I know, so far nothing about this journey is disastrous, but I feel, for completeness...), and thank

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    Over my dead body

    This is it, pretty simple. Like most babies I was nice and fat, back in the late 70s and early 80s, and my favourite childhood picture is of me and my brother, him six years old with freckles and teeth, me two years younger, like a shaved little Labrador puppy, pudgy and white-mopped. Now I'm 27, of average height and weight, with a beer boep which will probably only get bigger every time I ignore yet another plea from Men's Health to actually bother enough to pay R20 for a magazine with an intimidating picture of a beautiful muscular man on the cover which, contrary to what I suppose their intentions are, only makes me want to be gay - or a woman - so that I can have sex with such a beautiful man. Don't want to be that man, just want to be with that man.

    I'm very envious of my dad, he doesn't have a beer boep at all. It might be because he's never drunk beer or any other booze of note in his life. It might also be because he works very hard and spends mos