You should have seen the photos by now and would have enjoyed the scene which occurred at Newlands stadium the day before yesterday. To recap, a fan who had probably imbibed a few quaffers found it necessary to run, dive and attempt to manhandle South Africa's Rugby World Cup trophy, whilst it was being held by St. Bryan.
Enjoy this little fuckshow.
Contrary to popular assumption, the gentleman was, apparently, not an English supporter.
Bikini shopping spree at laLESSO goes to Laura B [permalink]
Thanks to all the girls that sent in pics in response to the laLESSO summer clothes saleshopping spree offer we gave yesterday - 'el but we were knocked out by the entries! But, sadly, there can only be one winner..... And that winner is none other than Laura B.
You might onthou a feature I did on Cape Town's Wine Exhibition called.... yup, you guessed it - WINEX! The article had what could be described as a negative tone, but very necessary I thought at the time. The article was later published in Playground Magazine which produced responses largely in agreement. That was before they did the Winex Johannesburg Show..... I seem to have been vindicated.
Winex, South Africa's worst event
..ever
I was copied in on the following email sent to the organisers.
Check this out - they fucked it again.
Dear Whomever
This is a note to register my contempt for your show, and express my disgust for your obvious contempt of wine culture. Winex is an absolute disgrace and embarrassment. It appears to have been arranged by the atypical alpha-wolf marketing manager's secretary, in a B-grade brand owning organisation. You have absolutely no concept nor sensitivity to ambience and experiential production, and really just seem to be geared at taking peoples' R90. The SA public just continues to swallow sub-standard shite like you dish out, but not me, missy. Fortunately, my highly-paid (yet moderately taxing) financial services job gives me access to many of the obvious marks that you target, and I am warring a comprehensive boycotting campaign until you actually step up and honour the industry and the lemming public that you clearly hold in such contempt.
Apologies to those of you who have been experiencing a delayed response to emails you may have sent me. I have a new laptop and the transfer from the old one is taking time. It also doesn't help that I am using my tongue to type instead of my fingers - such is my desire to lick this laptop ALL THE TIME. Have a little look on the "internet" for the Sony Vaio VGN-TZ17GN... Mmmm, you know you want it...
Right, ok, here we are... Tuesday el Tabbo's! Today I chose the wonderful Sophie Anderton who shot to fame as one of the earlier Wonderbra models. I was a lot younger at the time and I remember being really knocked out by her. I haven't thought about her for some time, although I'm sure she thinks of me CONSTANTLY.
So I revisited her today, and this is what I found....
She has a LOVELY set - I really enjoy this spec
Obviously post argument - awesome
You'll notice we are still looking for someone to replace Francois Pienaar as the tit that hides the tits. Throwing some ideas around.....
The response to LALESSO's cheeky little shorts featured in an earlier article, was nothing short of RADICAL! It is for this reason AND the fact that I just love LALESSO's shorts and bikini's and vibe, that I think it important to tell you about their sale they are currently having.
YES! YES!
MORE! MORE!
Yip, those are the shorts we chatted about last time. Aren't they just the shit? Please GO TO THE SALE URGENTLY and get those shorts, my little angels. Please, for Daddy!
Oh but wait, there is MORE! I also found out that PRICES START AT R10 AND WITH EVERY PURCHASE YOU GET A FREE BIKINI! (while stocks last)
That's right! You heard me - FREE fucking bikinis!
God, I love bikinis! In fact, I think I love laLesso. I want laLesso inside me.
Have a look at this.
For those of you who know your stuff, they're even selling Topshop stock and the new 2008 range. If you're a guy and you're clever, you'll be there too. It's too easy - snap up some Christmas prezzies and summer clothing for your angel and you mom at wholesale prices! You'll be a hero!
God, what a wonderful concept! What a wonderful day!
Here are the details:
The sale is on FRIDAY
From 12h00 to 18h00
112 Buitengracht St
411 The Studios (opp. Heritage sq. Just before FTV Cafe)
Go there now, angels, PLEASE!
This is SUCH good news. I'm so excited!
IN FACT, because I don't currently have a girlfriend, I will PERSONALLY spend R500 on one of you. Do you like the sound of that? Me too. This is how it will work. If you think you're cute, send me a pic of YOU (don't cheat, it won't work out) in something summery and my favourite entry will be escorted on a R500 shopping visit to LALESSO! AWESOME! Let's get our bikinis on, girls!
Bus making it's way through town - right this very second! [permalink]
John Smit's phone doesn't have MMS so he was unable to send us a pic at this exact point in time, as the Springbok bus is currently making its way around Cape Town. I asked if he thought it was going well and he replied, "so far I would say it's going well." Clearly tongue-in-cheek, as we note it is nothing short of a fuckshow! Luckily The D.J., who is also on the bus, has a phone which can MMS:
Mayhem. Pure mayhem.
It's a DOG SHOW!!!! But definitely looks like fun. I went into town to get a PC-CARD/USB adapter (which is no longer being produced, I was told by the uber-geek) and there were ALREADY people lining the streets - at 10am! Jeepers Hudders!
We were impressed with that pic, but needed to get closer. So we got this right now from The Loose Forward, taking a photo of our boy who doesn't have MMS on his phone, The Barn Dog - John Smit.
John Smit - making his cola-wars choice QUITE clear
We're hoping to get a short vid together from on top of the bus, but can't guarantee anything at this point. I've think we've done well so far.
What a wonderful place we live in.
I'll end off with a classic quote from somewhere in The Free States - "BOK BEFOK" - stunning!
Speaking of which, a big congrats to the Cheetahs on winning the Currie Cup and, in particular to Nick Goldblatt, who hails from "The States."
Chat later.
Whoah! Look at this!
UPDATE
Oh my God - The Loose Forward has gone above and beyond the call of duty and has managed to capture a MESSAGE FOR THE 2OCEANSVIBE READERS from Butch James, Schalk Burger and John Smit, whilst on the bus.
It's all a bit much! Look, the quality is not very sexual, but YOU try receive a video message on your ticky box and have it in Youtube in under 10 minutes..
Lucky lady gets a double whammy in one day! [permalink]
A bird in the hand was clearly better than killing two in the bush with one stone for this young lady! My inbox has been involved in a bit of self-mutilation of late and, as a result, thisTBG (Tall Blonde Guy) sighting was nearly gone forever! It is quite staggering that a sighting of this magnitude could hide away for so long after its inception - at this year's Rocking The Daisies festival. Have a read over this and see how lightning truly CAN strike twice...
Hey Seth
So there I was at Rocking the Daisies in mid fight with the barman who had totally ripped me off by pouring me a quarter cup (yes cup) of wine. As I moved over to the next barman, who very kindly filled it up for me (check pic) I also noticed he had the most amazing mullet. Did anyone else notice the apparent mullet craze there? WTF?
Anyway, I turned around and all of a sudden this flash of white hair caught the corner of my eye. I had to do a double take and it was like everything around me went black and this heavenly light fell down on him. I knew at once that I had found him….. THE TBG.
It was like everything went in slow motion after that as I started running, pushing, leopard crawling, ANYTHING to get to him! Just imagine that Olympic music in the background as I made my way to him. I couldn’t contain my excitement and me being drunk did not help my loudness as I screamed “Oh my god, it’s him…. its the TBG!”
I think I must have embarrassed him a bit as he looked a tad bit uncomfortable as I was frog-hopping people and screaming at him to try and get to him. But he kept his composure and was probably gritting his teeth while he smiled and posed with me but nonetheless, he was every bit the gentleman.
And as if it was a sign, my friend just happened to be walking past us at the time with his camera and took a picture for me. What timing!
But there’s more! As if my day couldn’t get any better, I even saw him again in the evening, that’s twice in one day, people! Its like some kind of a miracle…. and once again, yes, you guessed it, I pointed and screamed “TBG!!!”
Man, he must have a lot of patience to put up with the loud, drunken Nikki.
What a legend.
Nikki T xxx
Staggering! Absolutely STAGGERING! And what a way to start this new week - with more reassurance that the great emblem still walks among us. Just checking on things - maintaining happiness, as well as the obligatory healing of children and mending of hearts...
Don't ever leave us, TBG, life is naught without you..
Don't try and be clever and ignore what I have for you here. Trust me, you NEED to listen to this - the first minute at the very least. It's just SO Friday morning. Listen to the whole thing if you can. God it's so good I want it inside me.
Feel it with me...
LOOK AT ME whilst you listen to it...
Look at me LIKE YOU MEAN IT!
...
What?
I was teasing, baby! I was just playing...
I...I.. just thought you were keen for that kind of shit.
OF COURSE we can watch a DVD instead my baby!
Seriously, I'm VERY relaxed...very happy to snuggle..
Are you warm enough? ...should I get you a blankie? Your thermals?
The Beatles Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band
It was twenty years ago today,
Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play
They've been going in and out of style
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile.
So may I introduce to you
The act you've known for all these years,
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
We hope you will enjoy the show,
We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
Sit back and let the evening go.
Sgt. Pepper's lonely, Sgt. Pepper's lonely,
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
It's wonderful to be here,
It's certainly a thrill.
You're such a lovely audience,
We'd like to take you home with us,
We'd love to take you home.
I don't really want to stop the show,
But I thought that you might like to know,
That the singer's going to sing a song,
And he wants you all to sing along.
So let me introduce to you
The one and only Billy Shears
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
I received this pic quite some time ago and forgot about it completely. It was taken at The Redback Tavern- arguably London's greatest meat market - somewhere in the region of Chiswick and Acton. All I know is it is next to a police station. The very same police station that The Rugby Player/Model and I foolishly urinated against which resulted in our subsequent arrest and full night in a jail cell (Mum, I think it's time you knew this). I couldn't believe it was actually happening and remember explaining to them that I was a Senior Corporal in the cadet corps at school and was therefore also part of "The Force" and should be exempt from any hard time. To no avail...
Anyway...
Charming
Our digs, dubbed "The Blue", on Bollo Lane in Chiswick (opposite Bollo House restaurant and pub) was conveniently located about 3km down the road from The Redback. After a number of weekly visits to the meat market, we became seasoned professionals and sometimes wouldn't even bother going to the place - but still managed to maximise the potential of fairer patrons (including that psycho who was obsessed with Michael Schumacher and honestly believed I was him).
What we would do is go out to finer London establishments, such as The Metbar (I had the same name as one of the members who never went there and we spent two years hanging around the likes of Liam, Marilyn, Moss, Spacey etc. - nothing short of hilarious) and, just before 1am we would get a cab back to "The Blue," get in our 19God-knows-what automatic Peugeot and scoot down the road to The Redback Tavern. At 1am on the dot the bouncers would empty out the entire establishment onto the street and pavement. That is when we would saunter from around the corner and pretend to be a part of the gathering that had been thrown out.
"I can't believe it's over!" we would moan to groups of girls.
"I know! We were having such a good time!" the various poms, ozzies, kiwis and saffers would respond.
And that is when we would deliver what I think was a stroke of genius...
"So are you girls going to the after party?"
"WHAT AFTER PARTY??!!!" they would shriek.
"It's down the road! We're definitely going. Don't worry about an invite - we know the guys! Get in the kaa and we'll take you there!"
That's when we would pump a call through to The Silent Assassin for him to get some music ready aysap.
I've had these pics of Anna Kournikova on my desktop for quite some time, wondering how to feed them onto 2oceansvibe without it looking like all I do is focus on hot chicks. Luckily her "boyfriend" (whatever), Enrique, is holding a concert tomorrow and Thursday night in Cape Town. What a great excuse to show some up to date pics of everybody's weak spot, Anna.
With Enrique, bum side:
Without Enrique, front-bum side:
Stunning!
Incidentally, tickets are still available for Enrique's bar mitzvah at Grand West. Even Golden Circle tickets...
I must say, I was tempted. There will be ALL SORTS of angels there...
Then you could show off and take the beautiful babies gambling right there afterwards and blow all your money and wait until 12 and draw some more from the ATM's when a new Daily Limit starts and blow that as well and have to borrow money for parking from the birds who remind you what a fucking loser you are as they walk off flicking a five rand coin over their shoulder which hits you in the eye.
A final goodbye to Francois Pienaar as we celebrate India's Paris Hilton [permalink]
Wow. What a moment this is! We enter into a new year of Tuesday Tabs and at THE SAME TIME we bid farewell to Francois Pienaar. A man who spent a FULL YEAR on this website, adding to his EXCESSIVE OVER-EXPOSURE that we as a nation have had to endure for the last 12 years.
We caught up with Francois this morning who had this to say:
"Whilst the rumour that I wanted the Springboks to lose the World Cup is certainly not true, the chance of not being associated with so many fellow tits on the pages of 2oceasvibe, truly was my biggest worry. But now, it is done - I am finished. Good luck to the next Tuesday Tabs Tit; I can't WAIT to see who it is!"
Pretty emotional stuff from Francois Pienaar, whoever that is.
Anyway, on to this week's Tuesday Tabs. We have no idea what her name is. All we know is she is India's Paris Hilton lookalike. And a bloody good one at that!
Click for NSFW version.
Ay man! She look like Paris Hilton man!
Top of the raaaange!
It was either that headline, or "Can You Imagine Hugh Bladen?"
Seriously though, I visualised him drowning in a sea of empties surrounding the microphone - beer cans, whiskey bottles, port - strewn EVERYWHERE - drooling from the side of his mouth, in a hysterical moment of demented celebration, giving it one last "UN BE LIEVABLE!".
Francois who?
Fuck it's great winning. It feels so good. Oooh ja das goedt! What feels even better is not having to deal with the poms winning. Can you imagine?! Christ, it would have been EXHAUSTING! They would have without doubt GENUINELY CONVINCED themselves that they are the greatest rugby team ever. It is GREAT to watch them. That beautifully tranquil blind naivety they exude when it comes to sport. This includes the "The Tim Henman Effect" which is carried out by the british press before every sporting event - the pre-event celebrations that effectively jinx their sides from winning - treating us to the subsequent display of utter devastation when they find themselves dropped from such a dizzy height. Stunning comedy! Even better is trying to find the rugby coverage on SKY News. What a lag. They basically mention it in passing. And on to the weather...... a slightly less darker cloud today, with 20 minutes of sun in Milton Keynes at lunch time.
For those of you tuning in from another dimension (we take a moment to think of The Fabrics Guy, who found himself in China for the final), South Africa won the Rugby World Cup on Saturday.
So here we are, once again, being treated to a LIVE full frontal display of emotion, courtesy of the world's WORST losers. It's too beautiful for words. And everywhere I look I see they're all holding on to that moment in the game where a try was not awarded. Jesus guys, look at yourselves - the score was 6 - 15 - EVEN IF YOU GOT THE TRY IT WOULDN'T HAVE MADE A FUCKING DIFFERENCE! Not that you got the try in the first place - you just have to actually WATCH the replay for verification. Here is a quick recap:
It's so emwarrassing! And yes, I am aware of the argument that the try would have changed the tempo of the game and the minds of the players but, you know, WHATEVER GUYS - cork it.
A bunch of us chowed and watched at Caprice which was OUT OF CONTROL! Easily the best venue for the game - with the mayhem of The Strip adding to the fun. Gorgeous little angels celebrating everywhere - all well aware of what these kind of celebrations demand of cute little angels. We're ALL champions, my baby, let's BEHAVE like champions!
I sent an sms to The Bond Guy (Brit) after the game. I know I should have been gracious and civil and all that, but the mood dictated the words:
"Oh dear..."
To which The Bond Guy replied, "Fuck you, have some grace."
It was all going according to plan.
I gave him the classic, "Grace shmace!"
The Gods went one step further yesterday when Brit Lewis Hamilton did not win the Formula One Championship - no doubt also jinxed by a myriad of pre-race headlines to do with the weight of the entire nation being on his shoulders. The history and nature of Formula One proves that after coming so close, there is a real chance that he will never win a championship. Cars and teams change so much each year that anything is possible. Remember what they did to Jensen Button? Precisely - watch that space. I do like the guy (Hamilton), but I think a valuable lesson is being played out.
That's enough now. I need to eat my egg roll from Vida e.
Cancel Mythbusters - it's all happening right here [permalink]
L.A. fashion week has disproved the popular myth that models can float. This very special little clip shows a pseudo ninja going straight through the runway, followed by a model falling into that very same hole made by said ninjitsu expert.
Model quietly falls through hole left by ninja at L.A. Fashion Week
Coincidentally, and in contradiction to what we were taught all our lives, this also proves that models DO NOT have eyes in their vaginas.
Nice - sporting a new shirt with the words "FUCK OFF LOVER BOY."
Stunning!
Clean
That was taken just after she was overheard asking someone where her dog, "London" was. After learning that the hound was at her house in Malibu she barked, "Fuck that, that will take us an hour to drive there - can't we have the dog messengered over?"
Ok, so we're moving house again. The Hand has some friends from God-knows-where who have rented The Paris Hilton House. First choice for me would be The Safe House, but The Interior Decorator is not QUITE finished with the new bathroom. The "wow factor" will be worth it...
So it's down the road, still in "the bay", to The Kitesurfer's house - "The Castle" as we like to call it (article on The Castle to follow some day soon I'm sure). The move is down to a fine art, with Mavis on hand to pack and unpack on either side - keeping cupboard arrangements uniform from one place to the next.
So last night, after organising much-needed pool and garden services to come round today, we thought we'd make a little dinner at around 7pm. No, no - that is incorrect. What we WILL be doing, however, is borrowing a new kitchen hob from another house to replace ours. A slightly BIGGER kitchen hob, which MAY require a bit of sawing. This is at 7pm. A time one would like to eat. Using the hob, if possible.
The Kitesurfer - happy as a pig in shit
Yup, you better believe it! Seriously, this is standard shit around here.
I didn't realise what was going on. I was doing my stretching exercises which I do before making dinner, when suddenly the sound of roadworks came permeating through The Castle, causing me to rush to the scene. Is this what you want before making dinner?
I popped into one of those cool shops next to Vida e on Kloof Street. I bought some vinyl and then at the next shop, Xupa Xupa, I saw this doll..
That's it..
Ok, so there you have it. I was compelled to spend too much on an intricately detailed plastic doll. I'm just as stunned as you are. Indeed I have no doubt the couch psycho-analysts out there are having a field day with this one, but I'm going to have to, once again, put it down to being surrounded by 1,000 antique porcelain dolls growing up and, obviously, the only-child thing. The fact that they're actually MAKING these things is, however, reassuring..
Isn't she gorgeous, though?! It's great! She's just changing clothes like that THE WHOLE TIME! I'll be quite open and say that I do, without a doubt, have a thing for women changing - anywhere. Just as long as they're in some form of undress. On the beach is great, for example. That whole process getting out of the little shorts and top, letting the bikini rip itself through the already stunning setting. What a treat! Look, in the bedroom is also a MAJOR highlight. None so better transcribed into living memory as Elisha Cuthbert's little performance in Old School which I remember writing about once. I said something like this:
Do not for one second forget about Elisha Cuthbert and what she has, unselfishly, given us in the past. I have stumbled upon a video clip of the scene from the movie 'Old School' that made her famous. It was also the scene that finally made me realise what I am looking for in a woman. I am referring to the morning-after scene when she lies on the bed and chats to Mitchapalooza before standing up and putting her jeans on. I cannot fault a second of her performance and, expectedly, cannot choose my favourite part of the sequence. Chatting on the bed, standing up, putting on the jeans, buttoning them up (and leaning forward so brilliantly as she does so) - they're all so perfectly played out. I want to share this with you.
And girls, I want you to practice for Seth. I want you to get a teddy bear and plonk it up at the end of the bed against the wall. Pretend the bear is Seth Rotherham. Put a sign on the bear's forehead that says "SETH" on it. Put on a pink top and pink panties and lie on your tummy-tum-tum, facing Seth. Lie down nicely. Talk to Seth. Practice nicely. (sunlight on bum is essential - as can be seen below). Get a friend to take a picture from the foot of the bed and email it to Seth (see pics for correct angle). Show him how clever you are. Then practice getting off the bed and putting on your jeans. Watch the video carefully and see how Elisha leans forward with her elbows out as she does up her jeans - this is a very important manoeuvre.
Nice vibe
So that's basically the angle I'm going for. I'll just pop her on my desk and I'm SURE that will be MORE than enough female company to compensate being rejected for dates with actual human angels.
It feels so good - have you felt the feeling recently? [permalink]
Umm, I'm listening to a record at the moment. No, I mean it - a record. A vinyl record. Not the kind that DJ's use when they "mix" and "scratch". No, no. I'm talking about the one used on the classic home vinyl record player. It feels nice. I bought it last week after accepting an invite to a relaxed drink at a friend's house.
I spent most of the evening drinking with the kids. My host's son (all 20-years of him) QUIETLY mentioned to me that he bought a fucking record player and a stack of vinyl. I grabbed both his legs together with my right hand, and his throat sideways with my left, like one might hold a bike's handlebars. I lifted him above my head like those Strongest Man in The World weightlifters do on TV. (Why does that programme never go away? Surely they should have decided by now? I mean, fuck, what else must they carry and run with?).
"What do you MEAN!!!" I screamed, as I pinned him against the wall at eye-level. "What you have just said is VERY RUDE because it has CONFUSED ME! What the fuck do you MEAN, son?!"
"A record player with vinyl records like from the 70's, 80's and 90's," he blurted.
The classic home vinyl player - R400 - laughable
I dropped him to the floor and commanded him to stand at attention.
"Don't fuckin' talk about fuckin' record players from my youth as though I wasn't there! I fuckin' OWNED fuckin' RECORDS, bru! Like LANK fuckin' records. I was buying Michael Jackson on vinyl whilst you were drilling your mom's left, my boy! All the way up to the Bad album, I might add!."
Look, I just think he should have said that you bought a record player FROM MYYOUTH. I was embarrassed that it felt inside like our generation had let the youth down. I suddenly realised that we, I, had COMPLETELY forgotten about the classic home vinyl record player. Imagine future generations never feeling that feeling? And here I was, sitting in front of a 20 year old who had just bought his first one. I must sound like a 60 year old at the moment, but I REALLY am excited about this! I IMMEDIATELY felt a wave of pleasure as a little drawer in my memory opened its contents into one of the spare voids in my brain I keep available for moments like these - for analysis. I was jealous and excited, all at once.
The timing was perfect. It had been long enough. My life experiences were adequate for me to very clearly and concisely remember the home vinyl record player from my earlier years for what it really was - an experience; the sound quality was incidental. (Hope you enjoyed that last sentence as much as I enjoyed creating it for you. I'm in the mood for hyphens and semi-colons at the moment - it's sexy - where I gotta be ;-)
(I thought I'd just mention that my record player is currently playing Mello Yello by Donovan. It's amazing. Seems to work well with this classic Swazi I have next to me. It's almost like the the two may have met before)
So he shows me some of the vinyl that he bought - throwing around a bit of Phil Collins; you know, some Fleetwood Mac, Beach Boys - getting into it. I held a knife to his throat as he wrote down the details of the vinyl record shop in Observatory's Lower Main Road - Revolution Records.
Hmmm, Revolution Records..... I like it.
"It's just like the record shop in High fidelity, " The Junior Eccentric went on to say.
"I fucking beg your pardon????? I'LL BE THE FUCKING JUDGE OF HOW THE RECORD SHOP FUCKING LOOKS. OK? I'LL DECIDE if it's COOL or not!"
Jesus, people are losing their fucking MINDS around here!
Two days later at 9am I molested a joint and found myself inside Revolution Records at 85 Lower Main Road in Observatory, Cape Town.
Revolution Records
85 Lower Main Road
Observatory - Cape Town
Jeepers Hudders! It was BETTER than the one in High Fidelity!
"Grant" welcomed me and remembered serving the Junior Eccentric. "Ja, the Pioneer that had to have the band replaced?" he asked.
Nice, I like this place.
He helped me select two players (one for a mate) for about 400 bucks each and then Grant had to shoot off to fix some players at Voodoo Lounge in town. I was introduced to "Laurent" who was puffing on a cigarette as he prepared two cups of coffee. "Hi there," I said across the room to his back.
"You having?" he asked, turning around and passing me the one cup of jo. "One sugar, milk?"
"Perfect," I smiled. My body usually only accepts Vida e coffee, but I was prepared to make an exception that morning.
The P.A. called and I had to move the week's only permitted meeting (Tuesdays at 10h30), as I spent two hours playing record-shop record-shop with Laurent, at Revolution Records in Observatory. JUST what I needed! I bought a small pile of original records to get me going again (at R30 - R60 each - depending on demand and quality), not trying to prove anything with regards to what others may deem cool or not - simply buying what I felt like, the stuff I missed. And yes, they DID have Michael Jackson's Bad! I also found a bit of Fleetwood Mac, some Bee Gees, Beach Boys, Elvis, AC/DC, U2, Elton, Beatles, Visage, Dylan and a couple more. I had to restrain myself because the selection was so radical. This was clearly going to be a regular occurrence. Laurent cleverly selected Boston's "More than a feeling" to play in the shop, and placed the album sleeve on the "current track playing" easel.
"That's coming with me as well, thank you very much," I informed our boy.
We tracked down South Africa's greatest ever rock band, McCully Workshop's (Rupert Mellor, Mike McCullagh, Tully McCullagh, Richard Black) album Workshop Revisited and decided that was enough for one day. They didn't take cards so I promised to pay later that day over the internet (this is not an accepted practice and I wouldn't suggest it - take some cash - old school - nice).
I flew back to 2oceansvibe HQ, blinked through the meeting and wheelied home to The Paris Hilton house (The Interior Decorator is NEARLY done with The Safe House - to which I will soon return - to the haven of peace and protectedness nessness ness).
