BULL’S EYE: Sorry Aspen, the drugs didn’t work for me
FREE TO READ | It was a good old PE firm but some of us weren’t paying attention and came to the party too late
You always know you are close to Port Elizabeth by the pong. When you cross the Swartkops River from the north, the offshore gale carries a whiff of mud and bad prawn. Enjoy it, because very soon the reek of organic rot will be overtaken by a peculiar eye-watering stench that could only come from the Algorax factory.
So, welcome to PE. But in the mid-1980s I did not begrudge Algorax its vile mark on the world. It was a client, an integral part of the city, and I was a citizen.
When we weren’t fishing or watching cricket, we went to work. It seemed everybody had something to do with the car or construction industries. At our advertising agency, the clients made tyres (Firestone), batteries (Willard), shock absorbers (Armstrong) and sundry other bits in between. Paint, steel, wood, glass, plastic: the essence of life...