‘Banned Advert - South Africa, Soweto’
Banned? Free speech is dead.
This is a quality ad. Watch it.
Tuesday 13 May 2008
c'mon oaks
you know, I thought I'd hang low for a while, so I could scout out the lay of this blogs land (in reality I cant afford internet)
So today when going through the blog I was initially greeted by a Twingy article written by what appeared to be a spam bot - I was less than impressed hey. like nu uh. no way.
c'mon oaks.
seriously.
eventually i realized it was a moderated blog and so someone in that list of names on the right must have spewed it out. Maybe its my fault. I came expecting deep prose and thought provoking questions and instead got a cheap corner trick. Luckily for the author, with all this anonomitynessnes through pseudonicknameses they shall remain anonymous. (not really)
So next was a Bay Watch clip. Instant redemption. Nice one.
and I shall testify to jimi's MC Hammer sighting. A life changing moment.
Nice articles peepz, with my limited net connection here in the deep cape (eastern) I'll do my bestest to holla at da cherry court peepz... There are many a glimmering shim sham story from home to tell of, filled with intrigue and danger, littered with daring escapes, mysterious lands and amazing pyrotechnically-huge gun battles. sort of.
until next time.
one love.
c
-Can someone help me to link this to something. Or from something. or something. I think.
So today when going through the blog I was initially greeted by a Twingy article written by what appeared to be a spam bot - I was less than impressed hey. like nu uh. no way.
c'mon oaks.
seriously.
eventually i realized it was a moderated blog and so someone in that list of names on the right must have spewed it out. Maybe its my fault. I came expecting deep prose and thought provoking questions and instead got a cheap corner trick. Luckily for the author, with all this anonomitynessnes through pseudonicknameses they shall remain anonymous. (not really)
So next was a Bay Watch clip. Instant redemption. Nice one.
and I shall testify to jimi's MC Hammer sighting. A life changing moment.
Nice articles peepz, with my limited net connection here in the deep cape (eastern) I'll do my bestest to holla at da cherry court peepz... There are many a glimmering shim sham story from home to tell of, filled with intrigue and danger, littered with daring escapes, mysterious lands and amazing pyrotechnically-huge gun battles. sort of.
until next time.
one love.
c
-Can someone help me to link this to something. Or from something. or something. I think.
Monday 3 March 2008
Twingly
The name might sound funny and I am sure you sitting there going WTF is twingly?? Twingly my friend is going to change the way that blogs interact with news content. www.thetimes.co.za has started to use it and its fantastic!!!!
Wanto to comment about a story you have read? Well if you comment and link to the post on the website your blog will be linked to the story what a fantastic idea!!!
No I am not getting paid by Twingly, I just think they are flipping geniuses!!!
Wanto to comment about a story you have read? Well if you comment and link to the post on the website your blog will be linked to the story what a fantastic idea!!!
No I am not getting paid by Twingly, I just think they are flipping geniuses!!!
Wednesday 27 February 2008
Tuesday 26 February 2008
Monday 25 February 2008
The little things
I am a sucker for peer pressure, and have been suckered into committing to this blog. Unfortunately it's seldom that I have much in the way of insightful notions to impart upon the raging masses that flock to this blog on a daily basis, and today, I am sick, and uninspired. Boredom is a factor.
Since last week was my 1 yr anniversary in Londre I figure it might be nice to reminisce about what makes this land of the pale and patient just so darn special, because the weather just isn't cutting it.
The public commute is a personal favourite of mine, although I'd never publicly admit it. But where else can you be exposed to this much entertainment in a small space, as simply a sideshow while you going from A to B? There's a little something for everyone. On Saturday nights the tube is littered with special people - I was the bemused witness to a domestic between a sober guy and his tanked girlfriend who was kind enough to keep her voice just loud enough that I could pause my ipod but keep the earphones in; or MC Hammer jamming it up and breaking it down on the platform and then for half our trip home. Some may say it wasn't him, but they're liars.
The ink from the Metro always provides mild amusement as someone will inevitably smudge it on their face, I was a repeat offender, and as commuters are islands and do not interact, no one will say a word, but judge, silently.
Manners do not exist on the London Underground and chivalry goes right out the window as soon as you tap your Oystercard... I like it. It's a great way to vent. At first I was intimidated and shocked but now I find that sometimes I'm the person shoving someone out the way for standing on the LEFT hand side of the escalator, a crime which has no equivalent punishment, a sin beyond all sins. They're lucky to be pushed to the side and not down, although there is that burning urge... The only person worse than this is the person who gets to the barrier and then looks for their card - come on!!
Aside from the commuting, England has the biggest guilty conscience ever, people over here recycle. But not just a few papers and bottles like some do in SA, they freaking recycle everything. They have an entire page in the Metro dedicated to a greener London and articles about how teenagers lie awake at night, tossing and turning, wracked with concern about global warming. Lies, when I was a teenager I was concerned with boys, clothes, shoes and being cool - really cool.
Adolescence aside, there is something to be said for recycling, and over here I do it. And I like it... Try it - I am saving the world one Fosters can at a time. I drink so many just to prevent them landing in the hands of a non-recycler. Thank me later, or not at all, I'm just doing what I gotta do.
Coming up next time I call in sick on a Monday - Identity cards/theft/lack thereof; and the delightful youth.
Since last week was my 1 yr anniversary in Londre I figure it might be nice to reminisce about what makes this land of the pale and patient just so darn special, because the weather just isn't cutting it.
The public commute is a personal favourite of mine, although I'd never publicly admit it. But where else can you be exposed to this much entertainment in a small space, as simply a sideshow while you going from A to B? There's a little something for everyone. On Saturday nights the tube is littered with special people - I was the bemused witness to a domestic between a sober guy and his tanked girlfriend who was kind enough to keep her voice just loud enough that I could pause my ipod but keep the earphones in; or MC Hammer jamming it up and breaking it down on the platform and then for half our trip home. Some may say it wasn't him, but they're liars.
The ink from the Metro always provides mild amusement as someone will inevitably smudge it on their face, I was a repeat offender, and as commuters are islands and do not interact, no one will say a word, but judge, silently.
Manners do not exist on the London Underground and chivalry goes right out the window as soon as you tap your Oystercard... I like it. It's a great way to vent. At first I was intimidated and shocked but now I find that sometimes I'm the person shoving someone out the way for standing on the LEFT hand side of the escalator, a crime which has no equivalent punishment, a sin beyond all sins. They're lucky to be pushed to the side and not down, although there is that burning urge... The only person worse than this is the person who gets to the barrier and then looks for their card - come on!!
Aside from the commuting, England has the biggest guilty conscience ever, people over here recycle. But not just a few papers and bottles like some do in SA, they freaking recycle everything. They have an entire page in the Metro dedicated to a greener London and articles about how teenagers lie awake at night, tossing and turning, wracked with concern about global warming. Lies, when I was a teenager I was concerned with boys, clothes, shoes and being cool - really cool.
Adolescence aside, there is something to be said for recycling, and over here I do it. And I like it... Try it - I am saving the world one Fosters can at a time. I drink so many just to prevent them landing in the hands of a non-recycler. Thank me later, or not at all, I'm just doing what I gotta do.
Coming up next time I call in sick on a Monday - Identity cards/theft/lack thereof; and the delightful youth.
Saturday 23 February 2008
YOU ARE PROUDLY SOUTH AFRICAN WHEN
You call a bathing suit a "swimming costume".
You call a traffic light a "robot".
(and might I add, a roundabout is called a "traffic circle".)
You call an elevator a "lift"
You call a hood a "bonnet"
You call a trunk a "boot"
You call a pickup truck a "bakkie"
You call a Barbeque a "Braai"
The employees dance in front of the building to show how unhappy they are.
The SABC advertises and shows highlights of the programme you just finished watching.
You get cold easily. Anything below 16 degrees Celsius is Arctic weather.
You know what Rooibos Tea is, even if you've never had any.
You can sing your national anthem in four languages, and you have no idea what it means in any of them.
You know someone who knows someone who has met Nelson Mandela.
You go to braais regularly, where you eat boerewors and swim, sometimes simultaneously.
You know that there's nothing to do in the Orange Free State .
You produce a R100 note instead of your driver's licence when stopped by a traffic officer.
You can do your monthly shopping on the pavement.
You have to hire a security guard whenever you park your car.
When you are a victim of crime and say: "At least I'm still alive".
You know a taxi can move twice it's certified number of people in one trip.
You travel 100's of kilometres to see snow.
You know the rules of Rugby better than any referee
To get free electricity you have to pay a connection fee of R750.
More people vote in a local reality TV show than in a local election.
People have the most wonderful names: Christmas, Goodwill, Pretty, Wednesday, Blessing, Brilliant, Gift, Precious, Innocence and Given, Patience, Portion, Coronation.
"Now now" or "just now" can mean anything from a minute to a month.
You continue to wait after a traffic light has turned to green to make way for taxis travelling in the opposite direction.
Travelling at 120 km/h you're the slowest vehicle on the highway/freeway.
You're genuinely and pleasantly surprised whenever you find your car parked where you left it.
A bullet train is being introduced, but we can't fix potholes.
The last time you visited the coast you paid more in speeding fines and toll fees than you did for the entire holiday.
You paint your car's registration on the roof.
You have to take your own linen with you if you are admitted to a government hospital.
You have to prove that you don't need a loan to get one.
Prisoners go on strike.
You don't stop at a red traffic light, in case somebody hijacks your car.
You consider it a good month if you only get mugged once.
Ruwandan refugees start leaving the country because the crime rate is too high.
You consider a high crime rate as normal.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from SA.
VIVA !!!!!
You call a traffic light a "robot".
(and might I add, a roundabout is called a "traffic circle".)
You call an elevator a "lift"
You call a hood a "bonnet"
You call a trunk a "boot"
You call a pickup truck a "bakkie"
You call a Barbeque a "Braai"
The employees dance in front of the building to show how unhappy they are.
The SABC advertises and shows highlights of the programme you just finished watching.
You get cold easily. Anything below 16 degrees Celsius is Arctic weather.
You know what Rooibos Tea is, even if you've never had any.
You can sing your national anthem in four languages, and you have no idea what it means in any of them.
You know someone who knows someone who has met Nelson Mandela.
You go to braais regularly, where you eat boerewors and swim, sometimes simultaneously.
You know that there's nothing to do in the Orange Free State .
You produce a R100 note instead of your driver's licence when stopped by a traffic officer.
You can do your monthly shopping on the pavement.
You have to hire a security guard whenever you park your car.
When you are a victim of crime and say: "At least I'm still alive".
You know a taxi can move twice it's certified number of people in one trip.
You travel 100's of kilometres to see snow.
You know the rules of Rugby better than any referee
To get free electricity you have to pay a connection fee of R750.
More people vote in a local reality TV show than in a local election.
People have the most wonderful names: Christmas, Goodwill, Pretty, Wednesday, Blessing, Brilliant, Gift, Precious, Innocence and Given, Patience, Portion, Coronation.
"Now now" or "just now" can mean anything from a minute to a month.
You continue to wait after a traffic light has turned to green to make way for taxis travelling in the opposite direction.
Travelling at 120 km/h you're the slowest vehicle on the highway/freeway.
You're genuinely and pleasantly surprised whenever you find your car parked where you left it.
A bullet train is being introduced, but we can't fix potholes.
The last time you visited the coast you paid more in speeding fines and toll fees than you did for the entire holiday.
You paint your car's registration on the roof.
You have to take your own linen with you if you are admitted to a government hospital.
You have to prove that you don't need a loan to get one.
Prisoners go on strike.
You don't stop at a red traffic light, in case somebody hijacks your car.
You consider it a good month if you only get mugged once.
Ruwandan refugees start leaving the country because the crime rate is too high.
You consider a high crime rate as normal.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from SA.
VIVA !!!!!
Thursday 21 February 2008
One stop too faR
You know you in shit when - a man wakes you up and says are you getting off in Claygate??? Effingham junction has gone or might be coming you effing him for waking you up until you realise the gravity of his statement!!!
4 Stops you are from Waterloo, but you have slept through ten, and you were awake for the first three... Those boys chilling in Claygate drive top of the range Mercs as taxis and let ,me tell you they not flipping cheap - as you would expect.
What a life I lead I got to see half of London and for a mere 30 quid or 450 Rand it was great to be driven home like a celeb in a massive mercedes which cost more than my last air ticket all because I fell asleep
4 Stops you are from Waterloo, but you have slept through ten, and you were awake for the first three... Those boys chilling in Claygate drive top of the range Mercs as taxis and let ,me tell you they not flipping cheap - as you would expect.
What a life I lead I got to see half of London and for a mere 30 quid or 450 Rand it was great to be driven home like a celeb in a massive mercedes which cost more than my last air ticket all because I fell asleep
Tuesday 19 February 2008
Valentines Day Gift that keeps on giving
This was my present for valentines day - my housemate hates it but that may be because I look a bit like this....
The wife still loves me as does my other girlfriendSunday 17 February 2008
its all about the tap roots and earth womb energy
with all the sense of the world, it goes forward. rather, it spins. ...a little off centre.
...or so they would have you believe.
im here to set you straight. im not wyatt earp, i aint the law. ...but im all youve got.
its a miracle any of us make it through the day at all. we fumble about our daily routines looking for a niche, but half of us dont ever establish it. be yourself, relax, get a little reckless.
...breathe.
*cough*
everywhere you go, death is around the corner. the present doesnt matter. people are too preoccupied with the past and the future. the present has never mattered. experience. actions. consequences. in my opinion, the present is the most important period of time. the present is consciousness. the present is alive. the present determines both the future and the past. foresight is not unachievable, hindsight will always be tarnished gold, and strategy...
...well, thats another story.
in a curious twist of fate, youre left standing, listening to each wave beat against the shore, absorbing the all too familiar sucking sound of a yet another defeated swell that seems so harmonious within the scope your life.
...better you than me, fucker.
- Cherry_Pop
...or so they would have you believe.
im here to set you straight. im not wyatt earp, i aint the law. ...but im all youve got.
its a miracle any of us make it through the day at all. we fumble about our daily routines looking for a niche, but half of us dont ever establish it. be yourself, relax, get a little reckless.
...breathe.
*cough*
everywhere you go, death is around the corner. the present doesnt matter. people are too preoccupied with the past and the future. the present has never mattered. experience. actions. consequences. in my opinion, the present is the most important period of time. the present is consciousness. the present is alive. the present determines both the future and the past. foresight is not unachievable, hindsight will always be tarnished gold, and strategy...
...well, thats another story.
in a curious twist of fate, youre left standing, listening to each wave beat against the shore, absorbing the all too familiar sucking sound of a yet another defeated swell that seems so harmonious within the scope your life.
...better you than me, fucker.
- Cherry_Pop
50 Things About Me
1. I don’t believe in star signs but it’s quite scary how true a Gemini I am. I definitely have 2 personalities which makes me quite tricky to get to know. Sometimes I don’t even know who’s in charge...
2. I am my mother’s double. Scariest thought in the world, but when I started buying toilet paper and soap to match my bathroom I had to succumb to the truth that I am my mom. It’s starting to grow on me.
3. I’m the second tallest person in my family. And I’m only 1.64m.
4. I don’t own a set of earlobes. This, so I’ve come to learn, is attributed to a dwarfism gene. On top of that, my ears were pierced twice and the 2 holes are now joined to form one huge hole. I can’t wear stud earrings – the fall straight through... Bleak.
5. My sister really is the smallest person in my entire extended family. She’s my best friend. I can make her laugh whenever I think she needs to. I miss her dearly.
6. My brother can catch a ball or two. He’s the funniest guy I know. He can make me laugh until I literally pee a little. I hate that people think he’s arrogant. I hate that the public owns him. I hate that he’s never around. I hate that we aren’t close anymore because of what he does. I hate that I can’t tell him how much I love him.
7. My parents are the 2 most amazing people in the world. I couldn’t have asked for a better childhood. If my marriage one day is half as solid as theirs, I’ll be the luckiest person alive.
8. I have a dog named “Cricket”. She is a jack russell, maltese cross. She fitted into the palm of my hand when I found her. She is the most obedient, lovable dog I’ve ever had. She likes to eat golf balls.
9. I have an addiction to tomato sauce. My mom was never particularly “talented” in the kitchen, so my brother and I drowned everything in tomato sauce. We grew up on hotdogs and French toast.
10. Hotdogs are my favourite food. I think this may be because it is the only food that you can drown in tomato sauce and remain socially acceptable!
11. I hate olives. I hate the way they smell and look. I don’t even like talking to people who are eating olives. Olive-eaters scare me.
12. I was a maths teacher for a year and a half. Every day was the worst day of my life. I used to sit and stare at them working and pretend I was a huge giant with an equally big hammer waiting for them to pop their heads up so I could smash them back down. I don’t think I’ll ever teach again.
13. I love computers. Friends say I’m a geek, but I don’t care. I got goose bumps the other day when I saw the new Apple MacBook Air advert come on TV. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything, ever.
14. I go through my mobile phone contacts every now and then and edit all the names to make sure that their name and surname both start with capital letters. The number must have a + in front of it too...
15. Cleaning becomes an obsession when I’m drunk or angry. It’s not something I care about when I’m happy and sober! A messy room is a clear indication that I’m content.
16. I brush my teeth in the shower. Someone once told me that if you brush your teeth in the shower they feel a hundred times cleaner. I thought it was a load of rubbish until I tried it! Wow. It’s really weird – in a good way!
17. I finish at least one Sudoku puzzle every day. I keep a Sudoku book in the toilet. I’ve recently lost the pen...
18. I love Sundays at home in London. My housemates and I buy hotdogs and we sit around vegging on our laptops, often abusing each other online with cut and pasted “yo mamma” jokes.
19. I hate washing my clothes. I have to, obviously, but I hate it with a passion. I never remember to take my wet washing out the machine and inevitably end up having to re-wash it. I hate hanging wet washing up and I hate taking it off the washing line to fold it and pack it away. It’s the worst job in the whole world.
20. Fake nails IRK me. They always come off in the most inappropriate places.
21. I love watching people on the tube when they are flicking through their newspapers. It’s incredible how many facial changes a person goes through in one newspaper.
22. I wish I recycled more. I get mad at people that don’t but I don’t do it myself. I hate being a hypocrite.
23. I’ve been in love once. I remember how it feels to believe you can’t live without someone. I still miss him... I know the butterflies will come back to me when it’s right. I’ll wait forever for that feeling again.
24. I feel bad to unfacebook someone. Even if i never chat to them, I still don’t want to be THAT person.
25. I believe that we are karma. When we seek out revenge on someone, that is in fact THEIR karma coming back to bite them. I don’t feel bad about being someone’s karma. You are only someone’s karma if you succeed in the revenge-seeking process. If not, don’t worry, someone else will.
26. I believe in God. I believe in Jesus. I believe the whole bible – word for word. The big man and I have loads to sort out though. There are a few things I have to explain...
27. I have the most amazing job in the world. I love going to work. Everyone should work in job they love. The world would be an amazing place.
28. I’m super-competitive. There is nothing I can’t turn into a competition. I don’t play games for fun. I play to win. I’m not a good loser. I’m the one making the ref cry.
29. I got into a habit of saying “flowers” instead of “f*ck”. Although the latter sneaks its way into my conversation more frequently than I’d like these days.
30. I’ve come to discover that there a few feelings in this world that are better than hitting a golf ball properly.
31. I’m a super-affectionate person. Public displays of affection are my way of shouting out to everyone how much I love the person I’m with. I don’t trust people who can’t be affectionate in public.
32. Bovril and syrup on toast is the shiznit. It’s an odd tasting combination, but trust me – it’s amazing.
33. I can’t sleep without showering at night. I love the feeling of getting into bed after a hot shower. If you have done it once, you won’t ever turn back.
34. I’m an asshole magnet. I think I think about this too much and in turn, it’s what the universe returns to me. I’m attracted to bad boys. Every boyfriend I’ve ever had has loved his friends more than me.
35. I’m addicted to PS2. I have clocked too many games that I care to mention. A mate of mine has just bought a PS3. I am more jealous of him right now than he will ever know. He bought it in front of me too. I wasn’t impressed.
36. I’m super-compulsive when it comes to buying things. Specifically gadgets. LED lights, buttons and touch screens turn me on. I have to force myself to stay off the same floor as the iPOD shop when I go to the mall. The last time I was in there, I bought the new 8GB Nano which left me with less than £50 for the rest of the month. (Possibly the same month number 32 surfaced.)
37. I have at least 20 friends I could phone at 2am if in trouble. Most are boys and they are all like big brothers to me.
38. “45 million” is my favourite number. You may notice how frequently I refer to it.
39. I can quote nearly every line of every episode of Friends. I’d love to have dinner with the script writers. They must be legends.
40. I love Horror movies. I can never find anyone to watch them with me and I can’t bring myself to watch them on my own. I think my soul mate will love Horrors.
41. I’ve had skin cancer. It was Melanoma – the worst kind. I had a tumour removed in 2003 on the inner canthus of my left eye. I had to have a skin graft on the top of my head. Everyone calls it my “button” now. I push it every now and then to see if anything will happen.
42. I keep a box of Anadins under my monitor at work. I get a headache nearly every day at 11am.
43. I can’t go to sleep without my Labello and bottle of water.
44. Restaurant chefs must hate me. I can’t eat pasta without tomato sauce and I like rubbery calamari.
45. If I’m at a restaurant, eating with my fingers is not an option – I don’t care what it is.
46. I love Boney M. Their music makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I associate them with happy times with my family.
47. My favourite book is Eminem’s autobiography called “Whatever You Say I Am”. He is a lyrical genius. My favourite Eminem song is “Hailie’s Song”. Very few songs get under my skin the way that one does.
48. I believe Magic Mushrooms should be legalised. It’s like going on a month-long holiday on the most beautiful island imaginable. I think everyone should experience the world on mushrooms at least once before they die. Everything comes alive. It’s one of the most grounding experiences you could ever have.
49. I can’t taste the difference between margarine and butter, skim milk and full-fat, coke and diet coke or sugar and sugar tablets.
50. My favourite quote: “Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming attractions." Albert Einstein
Saturday 16 February 2008
TOO MUCH PART -A:
Thursday 14/02/2008 08:00:
After a banging chess party on a school night, I proceeded to get to the station in what seemed to be the coldest morning there has ever been anywhere, ever. With both Ghandi’s feet in my mouth, I cursed myself for succumbing to the peep pressure the night before. “Never again “ said I.
The office was its usual “perky” self. Princess refused me direct access to the tea mugs. Biyatch. Had to stand for 45 squillion hungover minutes (equivalent to about 45 sober seconds) while she poked her teabag in her oversized mug, dressed in a mug warmer. WDT?
Facespace was quiet. No more pokes than usual. I eventually came to the realisation that I would in fact have to attempt real work. In my state, i could have cried at that point. But four extra-strength Anadins and three cups of coffee later, I was back on the horse, coding away to Celine Dion’s “My heart will go on” (Which I believe – shock, horror – is only number TWO on the “Greatest Love Songs of All Time” hit list!!) Damn those Bangles.
11:00:
As my hangover subsided, i felt relief wash over me as I discovered I didn’t feel as though I was on boat anymore. Looking forward to my 12am knock-off, I received an email from Jack.
And I quote:
All,
Please be advised that we will be indulging in a slight bit of carnage and debauchery in our kitchen tonight. Those invited – you – will be permitted to bring guests, however they must be at least one of the following:
- Male, and hot
- Male, and be able to juggle
- Female, and not there
- Male, and bringing dinner
Circus folk will be considered but I have some reservations at how the dwarves will handle the man-sized cans of Fosters… Although they would be awfully good at getting them out of the bottom of Hayley’s fridge.
The reason for this little soiree, apart from celebrating my sheer elocution when faced with the Francais language, is because we are all sorely dehydrated and it hasn’t rained in a while.
I expect 100% attendance and RSVP’s.
Yours in arms (and 88’s Kitchen),
THE In STIG ator
PS. A little joke to get you in the mood – What comes before Part B? Partay! This will become funnier in about 5 hours…
Fuck. I knew that I would be back on the boat very soon. And what was even sadder was the fact that her joke was funny even at that point... It was then that I realised I had never ever been off the boat – It had all been a dream.
88 ended up being even more debaucherous than chess night! I do believe I was engaged in a heated debate over who came up with the concept of toilet paper... As intelligent and insightful as the debate must have got, I decided that I needed at least 4 hours of sleep if I was going to make it to work the next day.
Friday 15/02/2008 08:00:
I made it to work. “Never again” said I. Ghandi himself had now set up digs in my mouth. The bags under my eyes needed their own post codes. “Never again” I repeated.
14:00:
I was voluntold . He pays my salary. Nothing I can do.
Boathouse (oh the irony)
2 x bottles white wine - £30
Nachos – £6.50
Cigarettes -£5.70
Getting pissed on a Friday afternoon on the river, while Jack slaves away at work: Priceless.
Monday 11 February 2008
Apartheid through the eyes of a 10 year old
Last night I asked my Daddy what apartheid was, he told me it was the dark days. My daddy said it was the bad days. I asked daddy what it was like? Daddy said it was too terrible to mention. I decided to ask him some questions.
Daddy told me that in apartheid the roads were always fixed and any potholes that appeared were fixed quickly. I didn’t understand what was bad it about it as my Uncle’s taxi was deemed to not be roadworthy after he hit a pothole.
Daddy told me that there was lots of crime but it was safe compared to now…
Daddy told me that our education was envied around the world and we had some of the cleverest people in the world….
Daddy told me that 20 years ago people played for their country because they were good enough not because they were a different colour
Daddy told me that my friend would not have died drinking water 20 years ago and if he was sick they would fix him up
Daddy said that in apartheid it was cheap to go over the seas and far away
Daddy said that back in those days there weren’t electricity problems like today
Daddy said petrol was cheap
Daddy told me the that Nelson Mandela set the country free he is a great man who has ensured we live in a democrazy or something, daddy uses big words!!! Daddy may be right but I don’t think Mandela is happy with how things have turned out….
Daddy says Mandela handed over the best nation in the world, to all of us but now daddy is scared everyday after they did something called redistrubution of wealth by putting a gun to his head and taking all his money and car... Daddy wants to move from our home.
I dont understand how things are better do you?
Daddy told me that in apartheid the roads were always fixed and any potholes that appeared were fixed quickly. I didn’t understand what was bad it about it as my Uncle’s taxi was deemed to not be roadworthy after he hit a pothole.
Daddy told me that there was lots of crime but it was safe compared to now…
Daddy told me that our education was envied around the world and we had some of the cleverest people in the world….
Daddy told me that 20 years ago people played for their country because they were good enough not because they were a different colour
Daddy told me that my friend would not have died drinking water 20 years ago and if he was sick they would fix him up
Daddy said that in apartheid it was cheap to go over the seas and far away
Daddy said that back in those days there weren’t electricity problems like today
Daddy said petrol was cheap
Daddy told me the that Nelson Mandela set the country free he is a great man who has ensured we live in a democrazy or something, daddy uses big words!!! Daddy may be right but I don’t think Mandela is happy with how things have turned out….
Daddy says Mandela handed over the best nation in the world, to all of us but now daddy is scared everyday after they did something called redistrubution of wealth by putting a gun to his head and taking all his money and car... Daddy wants to move from our home.
I dont understand how things are better do you?
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