2oceans Vibe

And so it continues – TBG MADNESS !! – we were sent this pic of the TBG this morning. It seems that this seasons prize is a pic with the TBG.

Sam writes in, “Well I was blown away. We arrived at the place and my girlfriend leant over to my and whispered ‘OH MY GOD – IT’S THE TBG’. We always take my camera out with us so we went up to him and asked him for a photo. He was very funny and so sweet! Thanks for the pic TBG, wherever/whoever you are!”.

Who is he? What makes him tick? Imagine getting inside the mind of the TBG! Readers have expressed varying states of euphoria when spotting him. Some cannot even talk to him. Some freeze. Some do the right thing and photograph it and send it in to 2oceansvibe.com – where the TBG is our friend. 2oceansvibe.com – the home of the TBG.

We will continue following the enigma….. The TBG… The Tall Blonde Guy…. we salute you…. whoever you are…..

Well done girls ! Great shot!

Just when you thought the TBG (Tall Blonde Guy) had moved out of town! This must be one of the best shots we’ve got of the TBG – looking particularly surprised. Geoff D writes, “Hey Seth, got this beautiful pic of the TBG at magazine launch I went to on Friday. How great is my pic?”

Yes Geoff, it is superb! Good work!

We had a pizza at Dizzy’s Jazz Cafe in Camps Bay the other night. Our table at Dizzy’s was outside, right next to the entrance to The Codfather. There was a constant stream of red-hot women strolling into the Codfather and because we hadn’t been there for a very long time we vowed to attend in the near future.

We booked a table and cruised into Codfather a couple of weeks ago and sat down at our table of 10. After 20 minutes our waiter (who turned out not to be our waiter) decided we might need a drink. I asked for an Amstel, to which the guy replied, “A Heineken or an Amstel?”.

[hmmmmm]

Now I spend a lot of my day on the telephone and believe I have a good idea of which words sound similair. I can confidently say that there is nothing about ‘Amstel’ that sounds like ‘Heineken’ and vice versa. You could rhyme ‘Amstel’ into other words/songs – for example you could sing to the tune of the Elton John’s ‘I’m still standing’ with the words ‘Amstel standing’ – now that makes sense. But ‘Heineken Standing’ just doesn’t sound like Elton’s song.

I informed him that my decision of an Amstel would stay and that my decisioning making process would remain inside my head until further notice.

The second drink took another 15 minutes to order after finishing the first. Can I give a little tip to any restaurant anywhere in the world?

Little Tip: SERVE DRINKS AS THE PATRON SITS DOWN AND GET THE SECOND DRINK BEFORE THAT DRINK IS FINISHED. THIS WILL ENSURE THE PATRON DOESN’T FIDGET. IT WILL ALSO NOT DRAW ATTENTION TO THE WAITER BEING SH*T.

The last memory of the evening was to do with a glass of ice. I asked our waiter for a pint glass of ice – for our wine. 15 minutes later the ice had not arrived and I stopped our first waiter to ask him for the same thing. Whilst I was explaining to him what I needed the SECOND WAITER grabbed his arm and dragged him from the table to help somewhere else. I think you may have missed that. Listen to me – HE LITERALLY GRABBED HIM AND PULLED HIM AWAY WHILST I WAS ORDERING SOMETHING. I’ll stop there.

That’s the end of the story. The food was good and there weren’t the hot women I expected. But these things pale in comparison to the other high(low)lights of our evening. Pity

Well we’ve never seen anything like it! The last anonymous video sent in was of the TBG (Tall Blonde Guy) at some seaside location – we were tipped off it was Elands Bay.

But then we received this. It brings us coser to who the TBG is. What makes him tick? What are his dreams? Who is the TBG?

We won’t go on about it. He does something wierd with his hand and his face. We’ll leave it up to you. It is priceless TBG action – like you’ve never seen him before.

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I must say we feared he had left Cape Town but then Andrew T sent in this BEAUTY of a shot of the TBG taken on December 28 at Llandudno beach.

TBG SIGHTING

‘enjoys Llandudno beach’

Andrew had this to say, “I see the TBG at Llandudno (Duddles) fairly often, he certainly enjoys it! Unfortunately I never have my camera with me. As I left my house to go to Llandudno I saw my camera lying on the table. I had a good feeling that day and knew I would be rewarded. And I was! TBG was there and even posed for the picture! He was very friendly and even signed my T-shirt for me.

Grabbed a steak at Nelson’s Eye restaurant in Gardens last night before Caprice. Nelson’s Eye is renowned to serve ‘Arguably the best steaks in Cape Town’ so we had to have a go.

I arrived early, hoping to sort out a table for the boys before they all arrived. I walked into the restaurant. They’ve gone for the open plan kitchen vibe, so you can watch and listen to whats going on in the kitchen whilst you eat. As I walk in I am greeted by the back of someone. The someone looks like the manager/owner type. He is busy talking to the staff who have huddled around him. I catch the person with the back’s conversation mid-way:

“But what did he say” – enquired the guy with his back to me to the other staff.

Remember now that I am standing inside the restaurant at the entrance, waiting for service. The staff huddled around His Royal Highness are giving me awkward looks – knowingly embarrased by HRH.

“They were just upset and said you were rude” – replied one of HRH’s staff.

“But how can they be upset?!?!? All I said was ……..”. – carried on HRH

I didn’t listen on but the shock was not that he hadn’t greeted me, but the fact that he was happily carrying on at the top of his lungs about a situation to do with a disgruntled (we should use ‘disgruntled’ more often) customer. Are you openly publicising this? Are you a fool? A Buffoon perhaps?

I leant over to the chef and asked who would normally greet me and organise a table. He pointed at His Royal Highness who was STILL carrying on. He tried to get the attention of HRH as I walked out to get some air outside. Eventually I organised a table after finding out His Royal Highness’s name. Steven Albert (Might be ‘Stephen’, but we’ll take our chances).

Well, that was not enough. It seems Mr Albert finacies himself as quite the showman. He was shouting and carrying on the whole night. He really thought he was creating a vibe. Steven/Stephen, you can only do that if you are Italian and work in an Italian restaurant. You can’t do it if you are a self-conscious South African with the sense of humour of a moisturizer. Also, shouting things like ‘Where’s my carbonara?’ just sounds better than ‘Is the Sirloin meant to be medium rare?’.

That’s enough about that. The food, funnily enough, was incredible! And our waitress, ‘Andy’ was red hot. Just wish Steven would slow down to a gentle roar and stop emboerrissing himself.