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Huzzah!

Photographic exhibition at the Clock Tower, Victoria & Alfred Waterfront, 12 to 21 October 2007.
Expressions of Cape Town.
Me in!

Also, the Cape Argus on 6th October will be doing a two page spread on the exhibition, and one (or two) of mine might be in that too.
*Gulp*

Woo!

Since I restarted playing squash recently, I have become an old 5 rand coin hussy.

Thank you please.

1. Chippies is a Portuguese take away place that makes food of Teh gods: Prego steak roll with chips and bbq sauce. Bestest junk food ever. Fact.

2. Soutpiel - an Englishman with one foot in Afrika, one in England. (aside: oops (#1 at time of writing).)

3. Those choice WTF moments, followed by Teh Fear. “Vegetarian cheese? It’s fucking cheese. I didn’t pick up the “cheese with crunchy bacon bits.” Does this mean all the other cheeses aren’t vegetarian? They have secret animal bits in? Eye of newt, testical of fox? What else aren’t they telling us about other foods? This can of coke doesn’t say vegetarian on it. Shit!” Etc.

4. Shag of the Dead and the Decline of Modern Society. Yes, this is a very disturbing thing that people do. Very disturbing. However, slightly more disturbing is the fact that it’s so common that there’s a name for it. It’s a recognised condition. “My name is Bob and I’m corpse-fucker. I’ve been clean now for two weeks. I walked past a hospital yesterday, though, and I felt a moment of weakness.” Etc.

5. Not really 5. There was no five. But: genius new idea spawned while driving near Kalk Bay, basic concept thusly - running machine for gym called the Nakenator. Aimed at guy gyms (or girl on girl gyms). The Machina has a beeg video screen with a lady running away from the User. The longer and harder you do it, the more clothes she removes. That’s pretty much it.

[As discussed by me and P on the way home, with Chippies wafting at us from the passenger seat¹]

[Spurred on by Afrikaans' "Salty Penis"²]

Much of life is like vegetarian cheese³ or necrophilia⁴.

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1 - explanation next week.
2 - explanation next week.
3 - explanation next week.
4 - explanation next week.
5 - there is no five. In other news: I like a quiet night in every now and again…

But, good for them.

Just went walkies down Loop St, middle of the CBD (to pick up some film).
Up on a corner balcony of one of the office blocks - hot braai action!

Hmph.
Bastards.

Heh.
I love living here.
It rocks.

Me and parfait took a day off yesterday and went with Scroob and her Beloved to the West Coast National Park.
Only an hour and a half away from town and pretty flowers, lots of wildlife (bokkies, baby ’strichii, and a huge number of (crunchy) tortoiseses), and a schweet picnic on the beach.
Ah, tough life.

We won’t mention the beeg-wave-splashing incidents that led to the de-skirting of one member and de-trousering of another member of our collective. No.

Awesome day off.
However, I have suffered for my fun: despite having smothered myself in Teh SunBlock, some bits of me still got squiffed:
- Elbows (outer) - left and right arms. The bit I can’t see even when I twist my arm.
- Head - top, center. Recently deforested area leading to insufficient coverage.
- Cheeks - blush area. Tee hee. Oh, Mr Darcy. Etc.
- Nose - lower bridge area - Very Pink.
- Chest - The Triangle (it’s a classic).

Now one day of work (excluding the few hours for lunch, and the hour or so for wine and cheese at the end of the day) and it’s the weekend!
Days off during the week rock.
In other news - Spring is sproinging (as is Sproing, despite his recent brush with a Vet).
Almost time for pool parties, braais, and shorts and slops to work.
So, how’s London? ;-0

Wow, what’s up with me doing exercisey stuff recently?

Last week played squash with Parfait.
It hurt.

Monday night played squash with Jimbo and Parfait for a bit, then played a couple of hours of table tennis with Jimbo and Ricardo.
Balls!
Bouncy!

Tired now.

[not by me]
“It’s not gay if it’s in High School. It’s just experimenting.”

Packet of Smarties to the first person who guesses who saided it (with a straight face (bdum-tss)).
Except the person who saided it!

Clue: (coming from this person) it make me snort/spaff/spurt the SoCo I was drinking.

something to wake me up.

coffee not working.
coke not working.
choccy not working.

suggestions?

really need to get some work done today…

gosh, i are slightly busys.

This whole multi-job malarkey is quite tiring, it turns out.
Happy-making, though.

I went off to Tyger Valley in my suit again yesterday and fwapped out what I’ve done so far for the Investments guys and gals.
And they liked it. Which I liked. I feel like, once this thing is tweaked and twunked to it’s final state, it will be very useful to them and will save lots of time and reduce errors and stuff and thing and woo. Yay!

In other, frrner news, it’s been just under two years since my last confession.
To Home Affairs.
I’m just starting the process of getting myself a new two year “Relative’s Permit” so that I can stay in the country.
Lovely stuff.

Went there this morning and it seemed like this pseudo-renewal process should be less painful than last time.
The lady there was (shock, horror) helpful and nice and told me that I wouldn’t need to re-bring most of last time’s stuff (birth certificate, marriage certificate, medical certificate and some other bits), but that I do need a fresh Police Clearance (despite not being back in the UK since the last permit!). This is good. Mostly.

However, her reasoning was that they’d have all that stuff on file still.
Ha!
So, I will be digging out as much of the old stuff as I can when I go back in a few days time.
Hmm.