My GOD, Saturday was a gorgeous day! I cleverly didn’t over-indulge at Asoka the night before, following the launch of the first Luv Sport TV show. A good night’s sleep and a fresh joint (I went for the pinner – three drags and go) ensured maximum enjoyment of the good weather.

I had breakfast scheduled with G Man at Caprice for the Sunday, so The Muse and I indulged in some brekkie in the sun at Miss K in Green Point. Glorious.

It was just glorious!

Seth keeps it simple. Nothing sexy.

Any breakfast connoisseur will tell you the necessity of crispy bacon, and I am usually at pains to explain to waiters (I refuse to say “waitrons” – it makes me nauseous) its importance. Needless to say, Miss K’s bacon is served perfectly crispy, first time, every time; without even mentioning it.

I must say, it is quite an indulgence for me to dine at Miss K. The goodbye gifts of cheese cake and other naughties are one thing, but the lack of struggle to get an outside table, combined with the blatant flirtations at the hands of gorgeous 40-somethings (Roz and Lola being my highlight) makes it simply impossible to resist!

Naughty

The morning was topped off with the purchase of a newly pressed 25th anniversary double vinyl edition of Michael Jackson’s Thriller, at one of the “thrift” shops next door, forming my personal celebration of The Gloved One’s 50th birthday.

We strolled down to Giovanni’s to buy some deli ham, cheese, avo, sun-dried tomato and some of Knead’s bread. Oh, and I finally bought an espresso cup to compliment the new Bialetti Moka Express I got the other day. You can buy the actual Giovanni’s cups and saucers that Piero serves at the coffee counter.

Be international, in the comfort of your own home.

Bizarrely, with all this movement in-and-out of various public places, the civilians were VERY well behaved. Not once did we encounter silliness or annoyances any sort. Well done, everyone involved!

The envelope was pushed with one more Saturday public treat, in the form of a read-through of the papers at Vida e in Camps Bay. The nice thing at Vida is you have the option of reading school projects (in the form of the leading national papers) OR you can read The Weekender , which they cleverly have on hand at all of their outlets.

A return to The Safe House allowed a full play through of Thriller, followed by a dip into the John Lennon box set.

Jackson relaxes on the recently
repaired original AKAI record player.

Lennon, with Dylan “accidentally” peeping out from behind.
Contrived? You bet.
Necessary? Always!

No phone calls were had, as the Atlantic Ocean and skyline set the scene for the rest of the day as more than one bottle of DeGrendel Rose was opened.

Fine

Wonderful.

Simply wonderful.