When scotch was R5 and cash had weight

A generation sweated for cars and houses; today's youth sweat just to survive, writes Des du Triou.

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Geld soos bossies. Ja, khakibossies. Take that bag of 20-cent pieces, the ones unloaded on you by the pizza delivery guy, hoping you'll wave off the change from the 200 Mandela folding he owes.

You drag that load of non-ferris metal to the local greengrocer and his face falls lower than when Mrs T pointed out the prices on his vrot tomatoes.