I, on the other hand, was slightly confused. I could fully understand why so many people were up in arms about it because it was a highly flammable article, but not once did I feel that I was being forced to substitute David Bullard’s opinions for my own. I read the article quite a few times, followed the ensuing outcry with great interest, and concluded that any newspaper that agreed to publish the article, choose a headline for it, have a sub editor proof it and then hide behind the journalist in question when the public started being mean and nasty – well, I think they are cowards.

This book is about smut. Extraordinary characters thrive in the dark world of drugs, blackmail, violence and sex – playful innocence destroyed in the gutter world of noisy bars, shooters and spiked drinks.

It’s a good book to take note of if you think books should have an enlightening role in society.

After reading this, the Mother City will never be seen in the same way. The ugly side of Cape Town is laid bare.