As TBG spends more time in the suburbs
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I am honestly blown away with the TBG sightings! 2006 is obviously the year of the TBG (Tall Blonde Guy). Two sightings in one week of the TBG. One in Wynberg, and one in Claremont! This is obviously sparking speculation that the TBG is "looking to buy in the Southern Suburbs". But I wouldn't get my hopes up. Please note the actual story of the sighting below:
Again, the TBG chooses health
Sjoh! What a way to start the week!
As a simple farm boy from Paarl, a trip to Cape Town is always exciting. Little did I know what was in store for me when I dropped off some of our fine Ziggurat Wild Card Chardonnay at Wine Concepts in Newlands...
After making my delivery I decided to head over to Melissa's for coffee before my next appointment at Rafiki's, where my wine is also available. I may be from the other side of the boerewors curtain, but I gather Capetonians are quite sophisticated and a coffee with an English newspaper at a cafe is quite a cultured thing to do. (And when I say cafe in this context, I mean a place that actually sells coffee, not chips and coke, also a different experience for me).
While strolling across the parking lot, I remembered hearing that TBG had been sighted in nearby Wynberg and this got my heart racing. With hindsight it was obviously his aura permeating out around him, filling the area with good vibes. I also noticed the birds were singing unually loudly, and a butterfly settled gently on my shoudler. But coming from the country, it seemed normal at the time.
I stepped into Melissa's and was filled with all the pleasant aromas that a deli offers, and then my life changed forever...
Standing there at the buffet was TBG! I couldn't believe it, I had to do a double-take. Yes, it was really him. I heard there were pretenders, but that feeling - like the rush from your first cigarette behind the cricket scoreboard - just washes over you. Instantly, you know that all your problems can be overcome, you see everything with higher definition, and, just for a moment, you glimpse heaven. And you know this is the real deal.
I'm sure you can all imagine what it's like walking up to him and saying hello. Pick your favourite celebrity, multiply that by a hundred and you're still nowhere near it. But yet, you feel compelled to do it. So I strided over and with my bravest voice, stuck out my hand and introduced myself.
And what a legend! Calmy, with cereal bowl in hand, he met me serene eyes and just put me at ease. Clearly the dizzy price of fame hasn't got to him. Really chilled and down to earth, serving up some muesli and yoghurt. I know Ringo Starr got in trouble for making comparisons to Jesus, but seriously, this is humbleness to be held up high! You would expect a man of that stature to have steak for breakfast! (Again, being a great role model by not eating junk food - Seth)
Feeling guilty about intruding on his everyday life, I asked him for a photo, to which, naturally, he obliged. I only had my phone with me, so the quality isn't very good. I now know the feeling of everyone who has ever seen Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster or Elvis. Your camera always jams, runs out of film or if you do get a shot, it's of such poor quality that nerds will be debating it for years. Either way, your mates wont believe you and tell you to fuck off and buy your own drinks.
But, in the end all that matters, is that I know I saw him. And it was a moment that will remain with me for ever.
Tomorrow, I'm making another delivery of Ziggurat Wine to Wine Concepts. Could I be so lucky twice? I don't think so. A man as elusive and enigmatic as TBG is not a creature of habits.
Seth Rotherham
Editor
2oceansvibe.com
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