If I wasn’t in Plett..

Yup, that’s where I am, friends. There were no planes to be had and I found myself driving to Plett for the first time in years. With The Insurance Broker , no less.

Good times. And I’m happy to report they are widening that part of the road that goes past the water when entering Knysna. David John knows it well. Apparently his car was seen skimming on the water, like a smooth stone.

Check out that stunning new double lane!

But that’s not what I’m here to tell you about. I’m here to tell you how upset I am that I am not only missing out on Goldfish at Spier, but also The Dirty Skirts on Sunday night at Kirstenbosch .

Fuck, man!

I assume those of you in town this weekend will be doing the right thing. I mean, come on, The Skirts at Kirstenbosch – that’s surely what it’s all about?

God, we are so lucky.

We really are, you know.

BANG! Elbow to the jaw.

Check it out:

That’s the flyer right there. Just above this sentence.

It’s got numbers and dates and times and EVERYTHING.

Book your tickets and spoil yourself!