t may come as a surprise to some that way back in the murky past of the ‘70s and ‘80s we also had our rendition of Grindr, slower I will admit, but we had it. Let me explain. In order to access this archaic app, one had to jump through a few hoops. To begin with, it began by a furtive visit to a very select few bookstores, in my case it was Estoril Books in cosmopolitan Hillbrow where you surreptitiously purchased the Farmer’s Weekly or some
