ANC stuck in an ideology that’s crippling growth

This article features on page 15 of Friday's Cape Argus - click here to read it on the IOL website.

Driving back to Joburg from the coast on Saturday, my wife and I tuned in to coverage of the ANC’s 103^rd birthday celebrations in Cape Town. It dominated SAfm programming for most of the day. As our journey progressed I realised my holiday was well and truly over and politics was once again foremost on my mind.

But contrary to our journey forward the narrative from Cape Town, in particular President Zuma’s speech, was firmly stuck in the past.

Press statement - Minister Zulu must follow words on easing regulations on small business with action

Democratic Alliance press statement by

Toby Chance MP

DA Shadow Minister of Small Business Development 

Scrapping the Licensing of Businesses Bill must top Minister Zulu’s New Year ‘to do list’

12 January 2015

Release: immediate

The DA challenges Small Business Development Minister, Lindiwe Zulu, to meet with Minister of Trade and Industry, Rob Davies, to successfully ensure that the job-killing Licensing of Businesses Bill is scrapped and does not proceed to Parliament. 

Contents of the old oak chest revealed - Part 3: the drift to war

I'm now in Plettenberg Bay on the final leg of my holiday, though I've scheduled some meetings which have a bearing on my political responsibilities - more on those in a future blog post. Somehow work seems to follow you around if you keep your eyes and ears open.

But back to the oak chest, and my grandfather Roger Chance's memoirs, Some Men of my Time: From War to War. The final chapter, Moray Firth to Berlin, recounts a short spell in Scotland (which features at greater length in the chapter on Kurt Hahn, the founder of Gordonstoun school which my father attended) and his time as Press Attache at the British Embassy in Berlin.

Contents of the old oak chest revealed - Part 2: the meeting with Adolf Hitler

Roger and Mary Chance, my grandparents, spent the winter months and early spring of 1934 in Hindelang in the Bavarian Alps. They were drawn by the reputation of the local quack, Professor Franz Gerl, who seemed to have some success treating Mary's thyroid trouble. There they got to know another of Gerl's patients, Rudolf Hess, with whom Roger spent many hours discussing Hitler's intentions for Europe.

In May they returned home to Hampstead, London, where Roger wrote an article for the Fortnightly Review, Does Germany mean war? Attempting to give a 'fair' judgement, the article was translated to German and reprinted (apparently with the critical paragraphs edited out), attaining a wide readership in literary and political circles.

Contents of the old oak chest revealed - Part 1

Diana and I are staying with my parents in their lovely home in Criccieth, north Wales. I'm in the sitting room with a stunning view of the sunrise, looking out over Tremadog Bay towards the Rhinog mountains. Yesterday we took a drive around Snowdonia National Park, lunching in Beddgelert before returning at dusk to see this amazing sunset, silhouetting Criccieth castle which was built in the 1300s. This is a beautiful but little known part of Britain. My mother's parents built a holiday home not far from here in the 1930s which we visited every summer when I was growing up. When my father took early retirement in 1978 he and my mother moved to the farm Rhosgyll Fawr (meaning big rough pasture) which they'd bought some years earlier and restored to working order. Finally they settled in the town, building themselves this house where they are seeing out their closing years.

Flying visit to the Cape Town Summer Market

Yesterday I paid a flying visit to the Cape Town Summer Market, which opened in the Company's Garden on Saturday and runs until the 30th (excl Christmas Day). It had both a professional and a personal purpose - the market is an important annual event in the calendar of over 200 informal traders, mainly from the Cape Flats, who make up part of my small business constituency; and it was a trip down memory lane, as I was part of the team that organised the market in 2012 and 2013 and I wanted to re-connect with many people who had become friends in the process. I spent a very enjoyable five hours wandering through the Garden as the traders set up their stalls. The treacherous south-easter wasn't blowing and the air was warm, perfect conditions in fact, with the breath-taking setting under Table Mountain making this a popular destination for Capetonians and tourists alike.

So what is a job, and how do we create more of them?

This article appears as an OpEd in Business Report - Cape Times and The Star - this morning. 

The need to create jobs in South Africa is accepted as our most urgent priority. Jobs put money into people’s pockets, reduce their dependency on the state, increase the choices open to them and their families and swell their sense of self-worth.