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deep fried baby jesusii, yesterday was a day of unprecendented decadence (with a side order of debauchery).

it was p’s 30th birthday, so we had some freshly baked ubermuffins (warm) for breakfast, followed by champagne (bubbly), flowers (chewy (but smooth) ) and chocolates (nummy) for lunch, followed by nando’s burgers for second lunch, followed by a bottle of wine for afternoonses, followed by a thai food feast of record-breaking size (and quite nice taste, if i do say so myself) and a magnum of champagne and some more wine and then a lot of moaning and stillness (all non-essential systems shutteded down to aid digestion of huge volume of food eaten).

it was also a day of central breakage. broke one flying egg plate (no food was harmed in the dropping of this plate). broke once wine glass (shatter radius 2 metres - woo!). broke one port bottle (empty, thank fook. that was good stuff). possibly also broke the four participants of the food fest (as yet unconfirmed).

like i said: wow.

in other news: champagne aided discovery of interesting things.

past tense of the word fit is fat. as in: the large ring fat the customer.

also, safricans are unware (unsurprisingly, on reflection) of the tog system of measuring duvet thickness. me and p had to explain how the tog number, hence the thickness of the duvet, was the number of tog animals harvested to make the duvet. togs being small, wooly animals, somewhat like grossly overweight polar gerbils. tiny legs.

in more other news: the cape town power cuts continue. the head honco spins his two roulette wheels (one labelled with suburbs of CT, one with periods of the day) and makes a list of the dozen or so switch offs that will happen during the day. honcho then does the process again and gives the second list to the newspapers to publish as a placating wosname.

in other more news: i think i may have to get a genetically modified pig to keep in the garden so i can cook pad grapao more often. like this: fry some chopped garlic, an ouchable amount of fresh, chopped, chillies (if you’re even thinking of deseeding them, spank yourself right now. in the bad way.). add a beeg wodge of minced pork and copious gloops of oyster sauce. smash it good. add more oyster sauce. add half a bush of thai basil (can be diluted with normal basil according to supply lines). fry some more. eat with gusto.
rawr.

my wife.

happy birthday parfait!

the people.
i’ve generally found random capetonian strangers to be nice.
friendly, chirpy.
and the friends. there’s lots of nice people in CT.
and, unlike london, we get to see them often.

another thing.
size matters.
cape town tiny! but in a good way. it’s got a cool density level.
there’s so many suburbs (all with very different flavours), so many beaches, so many good restaurants, so many forests and hills and mountains, so many wine farms (mmm…). and it’s all within a half hour drive.
this ties in with the friends thing too - you can go visit two different sets of people and still have time to go home for dinner and a movie.

i’ve been having lots of little moments recently where i go ‘*sigh* (happy)’ at moving to cape town.
so here’re some snippets.

the weather, generally speaking.
london weather is pretty grim. cold, wet, dark. yuk.
cape town weather is nice. sunny. warm. bright.

also, more importantly, cape town has a lot more weather than london.
because of the mountain.
if the weather’s a bit cloudy on one side of the mountain, it’s nearly always bright and sunny on the other side.
woo!
you can drive along main road through a few suburbs and experience a meteorlogical smorgasbord.

plus, there’s cool weather.
twenty three types of clouds bumping around at sunset, making pretty patterns.
or, like, today, a huge mahoosive mothership of cloud and mist stuff covering the whole city center and surrounding rocky bits in whitey goodness.

it doth rock.

why can’t i find any cool stationery in cape town?
there’s the moleskine jobbies, but they’re expensive.
and i’m poor.

i’m a compulsive, obsessive, scribbler and i’ve almost run out of the cool, bizarre, notebooks (mostly featuring monkeys) that i hoarded when we travelling around thailand and the like .
meep!