The write stuff
Wow – I’m being acknowledged. In a thesis nogal. How cool is that!
I don’t even know whether I deserve to be thanked in that way but my friend who has spent the past three years working her tootsies off feels that she should. I would never have expected her to do it but she has and it’s such an amazingly nice thing to do.
I don’t think there can be a nicer way to say thank you – not money, not chocolate. Nothing. Again, wow. Don’t even have the words to write a proper post about it!
Pleased to meet you
So there they were in all their green glory. Except I didn’t really see them. Although I’m really glad we won the Rugby World Cup, I’m not so much a fan that I’d risk being crushed by hundreds (thousands?) of screaming, sweaty fans.
No thanks, for me the whole thing ended a day after the event. Enough already, I say. Net so ver en nie verder nie.
There was someone famous I did happen to go see a few days ago though. You’ll never guess…Jackie Collins.
She of the lined-eyes and puffy hair was at the opening of the new Wordsworth in the V&A (I kinda like the old Wordsworth because it was nice and cosy; this one has a coffee shop though).
Anyway, there were many a blue eyeshadowed-fan waiting to mee the woman who says she does not “write about sex”, she “writes about erotic sex”. She looked pretty normal albeit a bit glam for Cape Town (you know how we’re famous for dressing down).
Her accent was a cross between American and British but she’s obviously used to the attention. Wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and it was as much fun watching the fans as it was watching her.
Now that I’d rather do than stand in Adderley Street waiting for a bus full of testerone. At least at the bookstore I got free food and a book voucher.
Yet another quiz
Thanks to my friend Cara for this.
1.When is the last time you held hands with someone? A few minutes ago on the stairs.
2. You wake up as the opposite gender, what’s the first thing you do? Try to find the alarm button so you can smash it.
3. Have you ever climbed out a window? Yep. Let’s not go into details, ok.
4. Where is your mum? At home in Mitchell’s Plain.
5. Morning or night person? Definitely night.
6. What was the last movie you watched? New – Knocked up (it was bad); old – When Harry Met Sally (I still love it).
7. Do you have a crush on anyone right now? Can you have a crush on someone if you’re in a relationship with that person?
8. Any cool scars? I have scars but I wouldn’t consider them cool.
9. Things about the opposite sex you notice first? Hands, eyes.
10. What do you do when no one is watching? Pull at the waistband of my pants, especially when I’m having a fat week.
11. Ever been in love? Yes.
12. What’s something your friends make fun of you for? I’m very clumsy and very forgetful. Sometimes at the same time.
13. What is your curfew? Er…huh?
14. Would you ever dye your hair red? I don’t think so. Have never put any dye on my hair because I’m way to lazy to maintain it.
15. You + alcohol = very chatty
16. What’s your worst personality flaw? I try to help even when it’s not wanted.
17. What career would you wish to be in? I’ve already got it.
18. Which country would you like to visit? Brazil.
19. Do you want a well paying job or a job you enjoy? A job I enjoy.
20. Do you wish to have the same best friends when you’re older? Yes. I’ve had many for years and years already.
21. Do you believe in needing a religion? No.
22. What did you wear today? I’m wearing black pants and a black top. Does this surprise you at all?
23. When were you last on the phone? About an hour ago. I’m developing an intense hatred for phones.
24. What shoes did you wear today? Black takkies.
25. Do you like maths? After failing it, I’d have to say… no.
26. What about history? Dropped it when I was standard 7. I think it was the teacher more than the subject. She wore white pantyhose with white courtshoes. Really.
27. Have you ever seen 5 squirrels at one time? Yes – at the gardens in town.
28. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? I haven’t tried it and am not about to. (Betcha guys will be reading the next answer with their tongues waggling towards their noses.)
29. Do you have a brother? One.
31. Who’s your favourite person to talk to? Mom, Mrs M, my partner. (There are more but let’s keep it tight for now.)
32. Have you ever used ‘photobucket’? No.
33. Do you like hugs? I’m not touchy-feely but a hug here and there never killed anyone (unless they hugged an Ebola-infected person or something like that.)
35. Do you want to be a doctor? Nope. Blood = hurl; Needles = faint.
36. Have you ever fallen asleep with gum in your mouth? Nope.
38. What’s the first thing you do in the morning? Hit the snooze button.
39. Do you brush your teeth everyday? What a dumb question. Of course. Would anyone who doesn’t brush their teeth actually say that here?
40. Would you date a girl/guy with hair longer than yours? I think I did at one stage when my hair was really short but I don’t like long hair on guys.
41. Do you want to be famous? No.
42. Do you spend a lot of time contemplating life’s causes? Yes. That’s why I’ll never be 100% happy.
43. Do you do your own laundry? Yes. The day I got a washing machine I felt very grown up. Now I just need a tumble-dryer and I’m practically middle-aged.
44. Whats the last thing you Drank? Water. I’m on a new drive to up my water intake (apparently it’s healthy).
45. Last song you sang? Dancing Queen by Abba. It’s my feel-good song; I sing as loud as I can in my car then watch the bemused faces of other drivers. It makes me feel almost as good as the song does.
46. Last person you hugged? My partner. He’s an excellent hugger.
47. Last thing you laughed at? There are so many. Can’t remember a specific thing.
48. Last time you cried? Three weeks ago.
49. What colour are your bed sheets? Current ones are beige.
50. What colour is the carpet in your bedroom? I don’t have carpets. Yet, with all this pollen and dust floating around, I still look like Rudolph after he’s been in a fight.
51. What’s under your bed? Nothing. That I know of anyway…
52. What time did you wake up today? 6.30am. Ok, ok, I snoozed until 6.45.
53. Current annoyance? PMS. Hair. Phones.
54. Current desktop background? A picture of me lying on rocks, taken in Mauritius. Before you think I’m vain: you can’t see it’s me.
* MrsM, Gnome and The Divine Miss M, consider yourselves tagged.
Bye, bye Perlie
It’s by time they decided to stop all perlemoen fishing. Now catching poachers should be so much easier because nobody should have wild perlemoen with them.
It’s sad that they had to reach the point of extinction before anything is done. But I guess that’s just reflective of the attitudes we have to green issues.
I remember as a kid my dad and his brothers would dive and bring back crayfish, perlemoen, mussels and a few fish (caught, not dived for obviously). It was great standing around a potjie or braai with the delectable seafood.
But even before it became a legal requirement, they’d throw back the small ones. Who wants to eat mini perlemoen or mini crayfish anyway? If we don’t do something about the ocean being raped now my grandkids will never know what any of those things are. How sad is that!
Let’s hope this is just the beginning of a new way of looking after our environment.
Jingle bells
As I drove down Adderley Street in Cape Town last night I couldn’t help but be annoyed by the slow-moving traffic. What, I wondered, could be going on now again?
Instead of the usual stupid drivers there were several beacons and only when I got closer to the Strand/Adderley intersection did I realise they were setting up the Christmas lights.
Anyone who has spent time in Cape Town during the festive season should at some point have seen the lights that adorn one of the busiest streets in the city centre. I remember going to see it when I was a kid and now I’ll drive past it every day as an adult.
I can hardly believe it’s that time of the year when we get ready to turn on the twinkle and try to drown out the jingle*.
It’s been a year of amazing highs and lows and only now am I starting to realise that it’s nearly the festive season.
I’m sure there’ll be lots of mad moments and utter despair as we head into double-deadline madness but just today, looking at those lights and remembering the magic, I’m going to look forward to the holiday season.**
* Anyone who has worked in retail during the festive season wants to drown out the jingle. Hearing Christmas carols on loop all day long would make anyone go completely nuts.
** Tomorrow will probably see me return to my usual self. Miracles don’t happen every day you know.
Dammit
I am so unimpressed with wordpress right now. You could’ve warned me about the maintenance before I accidentally let through four of the same posts, you know.
Now I can’t even take them off! And by the way, the smiley face DOES NOT HELP.
Another day, another faulty condom
I don’t even know what to say about this. In a country where we already have a massively incompetent health ministry and a godawful amount of people dying of Aids, it’s incredibly depressing to hear yet another batch of (life-saving) condoms are faulty. Surely someone should be held for murder. But I’ll bet you my life’s salary that Jack Daniel’s best friend won’t be it.
More than just a bite
Coming off a high off writing about the Bokke winning, I run slap bang into this story. I don’t know about you but it sickens me so much I can almost not write about it.
What kind of deranged human being gives someone who has been attacked (by her dogs nogal) a R10 to get a taxi to a clinic? WTF?!
I can’t believe any person would be so selfish, so dumb and so inhumane. Apart from the fact that she’s liable for those damages because she couldn’t control her pack of animals, how could she let the injured man take a TAXI to the clinic?
I’m sorry, she should be jailed. There’s no excusing her behaviour and I am unbelievably appalled people like this exist. But just how many more out there are like her?
We did it!
And so we did it. We nabbed the cup and there are several people in my office walking around with monster hangovers.
What more can be said? Everything that could’ve been said, should’ve been said, shouldn’t have been said has been said. I guess the only thing left to say is Yay!
Now excuse me – I’m going to get my slab of Lindt now…
Going green
No way. I understand that we’re in the grip of World Cup rugby fever but GREEN MILK?
Nooit mense. How do you make milk green? And can you think of anything worse than green burgers? No? I didn’t think so.
Here I’ve been thinking going green means being environmentally friendly. *sigh*
That said, good luck to our boys. If I make it through the final and watch every moment I’m buying myself the biggest Lindt slab ever invented. Deal?
TOBBHERHANK 