The show went well yesterday with The Outside Centre. He arrived late but quickly made up for it with his sharp wit and incredible hairstyle.
The Outside Centre - having the best time of his life
Those of you who have been tuning into The 2oceansvibe Show will be pleased to know that I have acquired a "mixer" and from next week's show (Thursdays 15h30 SA Time), you will no longer struggle to hear the sweet music we have been playing for you on the show. It used to be very faint, but no longer will you suffer. The likes of Laura Branigan and Murray Head will now be coming to you at full volume!
[light clap]
Mavis has been particularly testy of late and her interest in me is now bordering on obsessive. She has started making up very poor reasons to talk and interact with me. I don't know WHAT has brought this on but it needs to stop. She was put on invisible mode the other day for being late. This means that I can't see her. She has to be on red alert as to where and what I am doing - this allows her time to get out of the way if I start walking directly towards her. Now off "invisible mode," she is pretending that everything between us is awesome - often (as I said earlier) making up bullshit reasons to interact with me.
Last MONTH Mavis won about seven grand in the fucking lottery which peeved me no end. She gave me the winning ticket as she didn't know what the process was to claim her winnings. I didn't fucking know, so I gave it to The P.A. to see what could be done. The P.A. naturally sorted it all out and gave Mavis the money. Now that was AGES ago...
Then, SUDDENLY, TODAY, Mavis taps on my car window as I am reversing out of the garage.
Christ Almighty.... (I wound down the window)
"YES, Mavis?"
"I just wanted to say thank you for the ticket"
"What?"
"The ticket"
"The TICKET? What the fuck are you talking about, Mavis? Do you mean 'TIK'?, because that is what is coming to mind at the moment"
"No, the TICKET. With the money."
"The ticket WITH THE MONEY??!?!? Ohhh! The lottery ticket?"
"Yes. Thank you!"
"Ok. Cool. Whatever."
"Can I buy you a box of chocolates to say thank you?" she asks.
I can imagine some of you are going "aaah sweet" now, but if you hung around you would KNOW she is making this WHOLE thing up.
"No, thank you, Mavis. That is a kind gesture but not necessary. You should rather keep that to buy some more Rothmans"
She coughed and spluttered for a second as I raised the tinted window a little higher so that she could just see my sunglasses.
"I must stop smoking," she decided to add."
"Big time!" I told her, as I wound the window up and put on Senza Una Donna, by Zucchero and Paul Young.
QUITE bizarre, the whole thing.
Anyway, this story was going to be about something completely different but it just seemed to go this way.
I need to get into character before I go to Caprice and then Asoka.
I'll leave you with the aforementioned song. The Personal Jukebox, Sox, has promised to start playing it. It's quite nice to chill to.
Or to make love to.
Or even, just on your own - making love to yourself.
One of my faves, Christina Aguilera is on the new Marie Claire cover overseas somewhere, showing her very pronounced bump. MUCH excitement for all you girls out there!
Have a little child.
It's fine.
Nail that guy down.
Then her will never leave you! And if he does, you'll fucking CLEAN him for maintenance money. You win either way!
Go go go!
Nice, Christina. Very nice, my baby. I'm sure the girls enjoyed those pics.
And so, for the boys, here is another naughty little pic that we must keep to ourselves. Oregan Hoskins has got NOTHING to hide.
This whole "global warming" thing that Al Gore planned seems to be doing the trick. You may have read about the floods along the coast - well here are some naked pics taken in Plett / Sedgefield, sent in by Jase showing Gore's success.
I know....I know - I was just as shocked as you were but yes, we have acquired a shot of Gisele for Tuesday Tabs. I won't ramble on too much here because it is 10 to five on Tuesday arvee and I want the desk robots out their to get their Tuesday fix, before they clock out for the day.
Enjoy it. It looks like Tuesday Tabs might have an extra Tuesday TREAT for you if you click nicely.
Featuring The Outside Centre - Robbie Fleck [permalink]
And we cruise, quite effortlessly, into the THIRD live online radio broadcast of The 2oceansvibe Show.
This week the show's electric guest list continues to please, as we bring you The Outside Centre - as we gain more insight into The 2oceansvibe Characters and what makes them so sexual.
The James Hunt of South African rugby gave us a glorious spell of magic and mayhem during a rugby career that ran over the turn of the century. A solid, powerful performer who went nothing short of full-steam-ahead.
"Rob Fleck will fucking drop that guy"
Passionate, controversial, silver-haired - let's find out a little more about Robbie Fleck.
Send in your questions to editor@2oceansvibe.com and I'll break 'em down for you. (subject: The Outside Centre)
Text messages DURING THE SHOW can be sent to +27 76 907 3679
The show is LIVE right here on 2oceansvibe on Thursday 15h30
(SA TIME).
Just come back at that time and click the yellow banner in the left menu which, funnily enough, says "2OCEANSVIBE SHOW."
As he ramps a traffic island in Goodwood at 9am on a Monday [permalink]
Words fail me. But I'll try..
Former ANC Chief Whip, Tony Yengeni, was caught drunk-driving yesterday morning at 9am in Goodwood. As we know, cops can't just pull over anyone they feel like. There is a process they follow and it needs to be carried out to the letter, beginning with suspicion. There must be cause for suspicion. I don't know them all, but I know that going through a red light would constitute a valid reason to pull someone over. But today we have learnt another.
It seems that RAMPING A TRAFFIC ISLAND is also cause for concern, and it was this very reason that local cops decided to pull over Tony Yengeni.
They were right on the money, as our boy apparently REEKED of alcohol! He was taken for tests and released on R500 bail.
Yengeni simply MUST have been at Caprice, as I can't imagine where else someone could party THAT hard to still be pissed at 9 in the morning on a Monday! Only Caprice rocks that hard on a Sunday night. He obviously went from Cappers in his black BMW (racist?) STRAIGHT to Grand West casino in Goodwood and then on to his final stop on the traffic island.
A dramatisation of the events that unfolded
It should be mentioned that Tone is currently out on parole for a previous fraud conviction involving a Mercedes-Benz and a big bag of lies. (Umm, that was when he slaughtered that cow, which ended up on the front pages). His parole conditions include his "not being allowed liquor or drugs - except those prescribed by a doctor - until September next year." It is for this very reason that he told the arresting officers that he had taken "flu medication."
WHAAAH! Good one, Tony! That'll work. I'm surprised no-one else uses that one to get off the hook - it's brilliant! And there I was using the old excuse of the magic dragon that flew along the highway next to me and spat tequila into my car's air vents!
I love the way he cannot use any drugs "except those prescribed by a doctor" UNTIL September next year! So any LSD, acid or coke will have to wait for a few months!
thanks simon
Seth Rotherham
Editor
2oceansvibe.com [permalink]
23 November , 2007
SUMMER OF LOVE AT THE CAMPS BAY CASTLE
Champagne and all things enchanting and sexual [permalink]
It's on windy days like today that she flies so beautifully. She comes alive in the wind. Flapping so freely.......dancing, child-like, with enchanted delight. Ah yes, the pirate flag atop the Camps Bay Castle is synonymous with the life of fun and pleasure.
Look at her go
Whilst our skull-and-crossbones wielding cousins on the high seas have gained a reputation of violence , theft and danger - our intentions are quite amiable. Rascals we may be, but certainly with no ill-intentions unbecoming of men of stature.
A neighbour asked for the flag to be removed the one weekend, because she was hosting a dinner party at her house. She didn't want her friends to think that she lived near to pirates! Don't worry, my darling - you know that we aren't REALLY pirates, don't you?
Ladies and gentleman. Welcome to the summer of love at The Camps Bay Castle. Situated just below the house that looks like a wedding cake, there is no mistaking its glory and energy radiating from within.
God, she is glorious!
Magic and mystery, love and desire..
When discussing The Castle with other members of the general public, you will find yourself running into people claiming they are aware of it. Remind them it is the one with the pirate flag. They will carry on a bit about the one they "saw in the paypah" and the fact that it is in "The Glen" and is "on the market." That is when you casually reply, "Oh no it's not that one. That one is.... a castle......... a castle for poofters!"
THE Castle is very different. You'll find all other wannabe "castles" lacking the kind of lifestyle befitting a couple of Lords, welcoming the summer from the bastion of bachelordom. A place where the combined smell of champagne and Piz Buin fills the air, forming a magical wanton mix of excitement and allure. A place where hip-hop on the iPod flows seamlessly into country on vinyal and Mozart slips into Elvis in the blink of an eye. A haven of colourful beach towels, hammocks, splashing water and blow-up beach balls. Play nicely, angels.
The Kitesurfer..
..dealing with bigger issues than you could comprehend
Fair maidens are urged to succumb to the enticing feast of sumptuousness. Your champagne wishes will come true, as you prepare fabulous over-sized salads with Danish feta, rocket (Whoops! You smashed your glass! I'll get you another one - hah hah hah!) and ancient parmesan; whilst the Lords of the Manor discuss money and power over whiskey and beer - constantly praising your attention to detail and your sweet.......sweet smile. Just don't misbehave - unless it's a hiding you're after..
Mmm.... it's so nice..
And don't panic if time seems to slip away, and night becomes near - for there are fires to be lit and blankets to be worn. You just sit over there, darling, and enjoy the international fashion magazines (we simply have to get you that handbag!) peppered with Hello!'s and Vanity Fairs. You deserve it, gorgeous..... after all....you played so nicely today..
After an incredibly amazing debut last week for South Africa's first and only regular online live-streaming radio show - The 2oceansvibe Show (which featured The Character Formerly Known As The Loose Forward), we are happy to announce this week's guest, The Fabrics Guy!
The Fabrics Guy
Currently boarding a plane in London, The Fabrics Guy is returning to Cape Town after a good solid 10+ months in BRISTOL. Yes, that's right.....Bristol. Pale and unhealthy, our boy is back to revitalise himself with a good few months back home.
As a bit of background, The Fabrics Guy is the heir to an international fabric consortium and spends "more time in the air than on the ground." He is 29 years old, single and fluent in English and Mandarin (I swear). He spent a few years living in China, came back for a bit and then went off to Bristol, where he stays between stints in Milan where they have offices and shops.
As you know, each guest is allowed to choose an alcoholic beverage to drink during the show, which is on Thursday, 15h30 - after a boozy lunch at the venue of our choice (TBA). I have been informed that he has chosen Millers beer for the show.
Should be interesting.
All the usual will be featured on the show, including news, booze, music, weed, weather, weekend highlights and general bullshit.
See you there - right HERE, in fact - TODAY at 15h30 SA Time.
Simply click the yellow thing on the left at around 15h30 today.
Enjoy it for now, people in London - 'cos it's back to 30 degrees on Saturday. Now I heard on KFM this morning that a roof had been blown off on High Level Road, Sea Point. Not ideal, I thought to myself, maintaining the lotus position I was in. When suddenly, one of the little Cambodian children I keep under my floorboards (who had been allowed out for an hour, due to good behaviour) came running in.
"Lord! Lord! You have a new email!" he announced.
I slapped him across the face for disturbing my meditation and stormed towards the computer. It was there that I found an email from Simon A, with the following image.
Staggering!
Roof - wanked
Look at that! It's fucked! Looks like a job for The Roofer. I'd get on the blower RIGHT now to Leith Roofing if I were them.
You'll be interested to know that the building was Cape Town's first fire station! Incredible! Not sure what fun they could have had in a single storey fire station with no pole. I suppose they got their kicks elsewhere in those days. Like at the first Mavericks, in a brownstone down the road in Bo Kaap. (My weed dealer pronounces this "Boo" Kaap. Bless his rasta locks).
Sophie Anderton caught in News Of The World sting [permalink]
I didn't report on this as I'm not a MASSIVE fan of tabloid stings. But then a reader pointed out that she is a very recent feature on our world famous Tuesday Tabs list.
Finally! The ultimate Cape Town handyman! Grab a pen... [permalink]
I thought I had found the perfect "tame" Cape Town handyman. He was not very different to the naked guy on the beach in Along Came Polly. He was very foreign, had a pony tail and was nothing short of "steamy." He did everything from painting my house to tiling my deck - everything was going great!
That was until he charged R350 to lead a wire along the wall from the TV in my office to the plug socket. R350! To secure a wire to the skirting board! Like I was some sort of a fool. Like I had never touched wire before. Like I didn't know how to hit a hammer against the small nail that secures those little plastic clips around the wire onto the skirting board. Like I couldn't calculate out how much work was involved. I told him to go fuck himself and buried my head in my hands, wondering if people will ever stop fucking people over.
That was before I was put in touch with HomeFixers.
HomeFixers - Thank God
One of the partners is a good friend of mine and his timing couldn't have been any better. He understood that I wouldn't comment until I had taken them through their paces...
Since then The P.A. has called these guys for every job, big and small. Their first job was replacing virtually every light bulbin the Bantry Bay house. That was the job. Nothing else. They came to check the bulbs, went to BUY the bulbs, then came back and put them in! I'm FINE with that! It cost virtually nothing and took them no time.
Then they rewired the "new" stove at The Castle. (You might remember when The Kitesurfer decided to half-install the stove the other day, at 7pm - dinner time). This rewiring process included breaking into the garage which was locked from the inside. No problem whatsoever. That was after we realised the electric board wasn't in another room which was locked - which resulted in them getting someone else to BUY and BRING one of those door keys that have a code written on them, so we could get into the room in the first place. Hectique!
These guys are out of control! And yes, I have had them at The Safe House. They planed down the front door (which mysteriously decided to grow), turned up the geyser, and even installed a little digital safe I bought to store the multitude of raw uncut blood diamonds I keep with me at all times. That, and Lennon's original hand written lyrics for Woman.
There seems to be no limit to what they can do. Here are some other things I found out they can do:
That's pretty much EVERYTHING!
Their pricing system is EXTREMELY fair, charging for time, not bullshit - producing a beautiful well-structured invoice every time. And these boys work FAST. None of the work they have done for me has taken longer than an hour. Check out their rates here. They even have special deals for a full day's work.
After an incredibly amazing debut last week for South Africa's first and only regular online live-streaming radio show - The 2oceansvibe Show (which featured The Character Formerly Known As The Loose Forward), we are happy to announce this week's guest, The Fabrics Guy!
The Fabrics Guy
Currently boarding a plane in London, The Fabrics Guy is returning to Cape Town after a good solid 10+ months in BRISTOL. Yes, that's right.....Bristol. Pale and unhealthy, our boy is back to revitalise himself with a good few months back home.
As a bit of background, The Fabrics Guy is the heir to an international fabric consortium and spends "more time in the air than on the ground." He is 29 years old, single and fluent in English and Mandarin (I swear). He spent a few years living in China, came back for a bit and then went off to Bristol, where he stays between stints in Milan where they have offices and shops.
As you know, each guest is allowed to choose an alcoholic beverage to drink during the show, which is on Thursday, 15h30 - after a boozy lunch at the venue of our choice (TBA). I have been informed that he has chosen Millers beer for the show.
Should be interesting.
All the usual will be featured on the show, including news, booze, music, weed, weather, weekend highlights and general bullshit.
See you there - right HERE, in fact - Thursday at 15h30 SA Time.
Originally from the Ukraine, it is surprising she missed the boat to Mavericks as a child, where she would have been groomed into a fine dancer. Nonetheless, Milla Jovovich moved to London at the age of 5 and then on to The States with her folks (The UNITED States, not The FREE State). At school she was teased relentlessly and was called names including "Commie" (communist) and "Russian Spy" - God, kids are cruel.
It's not a big deal anymore because she went on to become all sorts of things, like the face of Revlon and Dior and the star of many films, including The Fifth Element, Joan of Arc and Resident Evil. She is fucking gorgeous and reminds me a bit of Linda Evangelista (interestingly enough, it was Linda who uttered the phrase, "We don't get out of bed for less than $10,000" - good girl!).
Her tabs are cute little guys and they seem very spontaneous.
I don't often laugh out loud. Most things simply aren't that funny these days. Everything just seems to be a variation of something else. MOST comic acts are so bad of late that I actually feel violated after watching them. I generally go home, weakened; I dive into the shower and scrub my body, in particular my ears and eyes, with wire wool - often drawing blood. I collapse in the corner on the floor, naked, holding my knees close to my chest in a little ball, crying, wondering WHY and HOW my time was able to be manipulated and sucked into that particular vortex of crap. (This process can be likened to the meetings people continuously attempt to setup, to discuss issues that could QUITE EASILY be handled via email. God, it's painful).
That will NOT be the case on Wednesday night.
Corne and Twakkie - 19 November to 1 December
LIVE at The Baxter
My DARLING Sascha from Rabbit in a Hat sent me tickets to The Most Amazing Show for Wednesday this week. She is QUITE aware that I can be somewhat picky when it comes to shows and launches and functions, and began her email with a knowing, "Here's something that might grab your fancy..."
Spot on!
I replied with a yes before the pixels had dried on the email. (Fuck I'm on FIRE today!!!!).
If there is one comic act I thoroughly enjoy and always refer to when asked as to what local comedy gets me going, it's The Most Amazing Show, featuring Corne and Twakkie.
I remember a couple years back when The Roofer carried on telling me about The Most Amazing Show. Saying how "amaaaaazing" it was - but not telling me EXACTLY what it was about. I thought he was pissed because he kept on saying it in weird way, using a strange accent. It was very annoying. They (the show) had already finished their run that year and I had to wait a FULL YEAR until I found out what the fuck it was about. Jesus, it was funny.
These guys basically slip into their own little world where they have their own sayings and accent. Referring to you as "golden people" it's all original, good shit. They involve the crowd in a big way and have a slightly sexual undertone - always keen to impress the laydeezzzz. Twakkie (the smaller of the dangerous duo) is not shy to jump on the laps of chicks in the crowd with the mic in his hand, followed by a spotlight - hitting them with things like "Hey sexy lady!" - SITTING ON THEIR LAPS - like a Yorkshire Terrier on its back, looking for a tummy tickle.
It's funny shit.
Try and deal with these pics of our boys:
The Most Amazing Show
with Corne and Twakkie
Are you ok with those pics?
Are you starting to understand what we're dealing with here?
Check out their "interwebsite" here - www.tmas.co.za(Check out some of their MTV stuff in the movies section).
I'm going on Wednesday and I'm already starting to pee myself. The chick I'm taking (right up your street, Twakkie) also said yes without even thinking.
Possibly THE most bizarre thing to happen to me in my life [permalink]
After a wonderful night at Caprice, following their ever successful Caprice Volleyball Day, we were treated to another pearler from our Lord Jesus Christ in the form of today's perfect day (late 20's, no cloud, no wind. Very sexual).
I packed the perfect beach bag and took Libby (my scooter) down to The Strip to grab a princess wrap from Kauai (it was obviously the princess wrap. It's not like they sell anything else). Camps Bay frightened me a bit so I decided to stick to last Sunday's plan and pump a bit of Beta Beach. God it was glorious.
Touch yourself
Everything was just too gorgeous for words. The iPod was throwing out some crackers, as I tossed my Sunday Times into the air along with the Vanity Fair - allowing them both to open in mid-air and fall on top of me untidily. I breathed in the air. The smell of the newspaper, combined with the Vanity Fair and the Piz Buin was incredibly sexual. I had a little tweaker and got into the Beta Beach zone - the zone where hardly a word is spoken and everyone on that beach is thanking God that we have places like this. Where we chill the fuck out without having to worry about a SINGLE THING. It's the one place in Cape Town where you don't HAVE TO do the big fake hello and standard 2 minutes bullshit catch-up. If you recognise someone on Beta, a little nod is MORE than enough. We all came here together to escape. Everything.
It was interesting to note that God and Satan chose Beta Beach as the battleground for today's classic good vs evil clash - as God's beautiful setting was infiltrated by one of Satan's FINEST. Possibly his worst yet.
A peculiarly plain looking man in his late 40's / early 50's entered the scene, stage right.
I began The Lord's Prayer in my mind, hoping he wouldn't set up shop in the BARELY available space between the rocks about 5 meters away from me. I had clearly forgotten some of the words, as our boy flicked open one of those canvas camper chairs. Pretty tame, I thought to myself, watching him erect an umbrella in between his cluster of rocks. That's when he started whistling. I looked up, startled. Not because someone was whistling so loud that it could be heard OVER Sade's Your Love is King playing on my iPod (making full use of our new acquisition, The Bose In-Ear headphones) - it was in response to the surely impossible prospect of this little man being a little man WITH DOGS. On Beta Beach.
Nice dog.
I decided that, although UNHEARD OF on Beta Beach, these dogs are obviously the kind that just sit still and don't bother anyone. It'll be fine. I returned to my secret little world, closed my eyes and floated away.
That was until I felt a wet nose in my face. I opened my eyes and realised my worst fears had come true. The man's revolting, smelly dog was on the loose. Its disgusting snout was now INSIDE my bag, having a go at the crisps I bought from Woolies.
"Ah for fuck sakes," I exclaimed, sitting up to see where the dog's owner had disappeared to. Alarmingly, our boy had not escaped to ANYWHERE. He was EXACTLY where he was before, very relaxed, LOOKING at me and the dog - as though NOTHING was going on.
"Your dog, bru!" I pleaded to the man, pushing the WET mutt away from me, appalled by what was transpiring. I looked at him, expecting him to apologise, or jump up and get his dog and, hopefully, get the fuck off the beach. He didn't move a muscle. But he did respond:
"Come on, man, she's 16 years old," was his retort.
I was stunned.
She is 16 years old...
He went on to say that if I had a problem I should "call the cops."
Oh dear..... WHAT are we dealing with here?
He didn't quite get it. The dog's AGE was irrelevant. I mean, I fucking love dogs but there's a time and place for everything. It just wasn't about that. This wasn't a case of anyone hating dogs or being scared of the dog or ANYTHING else - this was a case of the dog BOTHERING people. I don't give a fuck if the dog has won a Pulitzer Prize and is a direct descendent of The Queen's Corgi's - that's not what it's about.
I explained this to the man, but he just shook his head. I got into the Sunday Times in an attempt to forget what was going on around me. A friend of mine and her boyfriend were also a few meters away and a few minutes later I looked up and spotted the guy pushing the very same dog away from him, disgusted. The dog scuttled away, with something in its mouth, a roll of sorts which had been acquired from the gentleman's packet of goodies next to him.
"You just don't get it, do you?" I asked the evil man who was, AGAIN, simply watching the events unfold. Again he told me the dog was 16 years old. It was too much for me and I informed the man of his unfathomable levels of selfishness and how he was single-handedly ruining everyone's day. I told him that it was PERFECTLY fine for him to take his dogs to Camps Bay beach or Llandudno beach, but people came to this beach to ESCAPE that kind of shit.
"Ooooh, CAMPS BAAAY," he replied in a mocking voice. The kind of overly-posh, larney voice people from Jo'burg put on to tease people from Cape Town. I looked around at my fellow beach-goers, who were shaking their heads in unison. This guy had some serious issues. I have no doubt that he still lives with his mother.
"You're a weirdo," I informed him.
"You should consider rehab," was his outstanding retort.
"You should consider wiping that secret 3 gig folder off your computer before the police get you!" I said.
He seemed miffed and went for a dip. I didn't know what to do. He simply couldn't grasp what was going on. He didn't understand that there was a time and place for dogs and a wet dog nose in one's face was NOT something one has to deal with on this beach. There was only one thing I could think of to let him understand the intrusion. I turned my camera's volume on full and started taking photographs of him.
"Stop taking photographs of me," he said.
"But how else are you going to understand the intrusion you are causing for the rest of us?" I asked.
"What are you going to do with those those photographs?" he replied.
"I'm probably going to take them home and wank over them," I said.
"That's what I thought," said the guy.
A minute passed and, unhappy with the result, I said, quite loudly, "Or MAYBE I'm going to put them on the internet so that everyone can see what people like you look like"
His chest began to heave as he tried, unsuccessfully, to suppress the anger building up inside his weak frame. 10 seconds later he JUMPED UP and began dismantling his umbrella.
Then, without warning, HE CAME AT ME WITH THE BOTTOM PART OF THE UMBRELLA!
"GIVE ME THAT CAMERA!!" he screamed, hysterically - charging at me with the umbrella pole.
I didn't move a muscle. It was simply impossible that he would hit me, on the beach, with an umbrella. It wasn't going to happen. It COULDN'T happen. The day just couldn't get any crazier. And anyway, who hits someone else with an umbrella pole when the person isn't even defending himself?
That was when the guy gave a FULL WIND UP and hit me across my legs and shins with the umbrella pole - bending it over 45 degrees. I COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED!
"Jesus Christ, bru," I shouted, jumping up, with the pole now in my hand.
"Wipe those pictures off that camera right now," he screamed, fetching the top part of the umbrella. He had the umbrella in his one hand and had also released the PEN he had from his shorts, and was holding it in his other hand - like one would a knife.
The pen - can be used as a sword.
I told the man to put the umbrella down and calm the fuck down. I said I would erase the pictures. Everyone sat down.
I fiddled with the camera as I packed up my things. I couldn't imagine myself staying there much longer.
"There, it's done. The pictures are gone. Do you want to see?" I asked the demented freak show.
"No, I'll take your word for it," he said.
Well, he shouldn't have, because there was no way in hell I wasn't going to keep those pictures for you to see.
Can you believe it?
This is the result of the attack. People have mentioned pressing charges against the guy but I mean, really, do YOU have the time to press charges against someone who's only defense for his dog sniffing faces and stealing food, is that the dog is 16?
No, you don't. These people are best avoided.
Substantial bruising..
Including very unnecessary glimpse of bum
Tennis ball swelling on left shin.
Not ideal.
Otherwise the weekend went very well.
How was yours?
(Monya, I hope you enjoyed that Sunday beach entertainment.)
I've been working on another brief article to do with yesterdays intensely successful online broadcast, but the podcast isn't quite ready yet. I mean, you do want to listen to it in case you missed it, right?
So in the meantime I thought I would fill you in on the Camps Bay vibe today at around 11h00, Friday 16 November, 2007.
LIVE on the interweb - Thursday at 15h30 SA time [permalink]
I doubt you've forgotten the most important day of your life. Tomorrow (Thursday) will be our very first weekly live online radio show called, appropriately, THE 2OCEANSVIBE SHOW!
Each show will feature a guest and will last one hour. We've been through this all before and you can
