I had lunch today with four people I’d not met before – friends of a friend – and all had South African connections. And when I mentioned Mike Silver (the man my mother was planning to marry in 1947, but didn’t, obviously), it turned out they’d all known him – though he must have been 30 years older than them at least. Strange, these connections. I wish I had met him – he must have had great charm and presence. Here’s a picture of him working as a DJ after he had settled in South Africa.