I chose the first. I was excited to be out of South Africa and what’s more, invigorated by the freedom I remembered from a childhood in Philadelphia where we had lived previously. 25 and I went sailing.
Politics huh and National Policy? National Policy should be a four letter word. A bunch of suits in a conference hall pass a resolution and the next thing you know, you are in a uniform or a dole queue.
When I go back to London 18 months later I was tanned, fit and well-travelled, having covered about twenty countries.
What did I do? I struggled, working the building sites labouring until I found an office job through a friend, this time as a secretary in a Higher Education Trade Union Head Office. I was fortunate, in return for hard work I was enabled to apply for a post as a Regional Support Officer and there I was, in politics.
And John Major was in power.
Why didn’t I return to South Africa now? Because I love London, but actually I DID return to SA for ten months.