Boy wonder: small help in dark days, but worth looking at anyway In times of panic and doom, my first reaction is to get inked. This would do my stress levels a world of good, but with payday still looming ahead, sadly this is not an option. And chocolate and self-medication only gets you so far. So, what do you do when life sucks and you can’t get another tat? You get as far away from it as you can …
“Where’s tha party at?” Being a total TV whore with a 74cm screen television, I’ll watch pretty much anything. Yes, even ads. And I’m loving Black Eyed Peas as celeb ambassadors! I can’t decide which ad is cooler – the foot stomping Pepsi one or the ‘where da party at’ Dorito’s one, they both rock pretty hard. As do the Peas, which I always forget until I see them being so cool. P.S. Ok, it’s been a very, veeery long …
So the other day Daedalus texted me to say that Chewy was in town and wanted to hook up. Recently relocated Suave was also amped, and since any reason to drink is a good one, we made a plan to klap Long Street on Friday. If anyone is out there and wants to come and buy me (or the guys, haha) a tequila, come on down to Zula at about 6ish or so this Friday. From what I hear, the …
Being on Long Street (and not part of the ‘cool’ part), it ain’t pretentious. That in itself makes Lola’s a good spot. It being a 100% vegetarian establishment which has been known to kick out fools who try to bring in Nando’s or any other meaty stuff, makes it somewhere that I can eat anything on the menu without stressing that the waitress understands that the question ‘are you sure this has no meat in it?’ is not something I …
There no better music for a Friday afternoon chill out than Neil Young. Ok, other than Neil Young with Crosby, Stills & Nash. But Young is always, but always guaranteed to send waves of chill into my stressed out brain. I can just picture the scene: the smell of incense and weed in the air, the guitarist and bassist and drummer all grooving, Young doing his thing in the front and the crowd all nodding and swaying their stoned heads …
The last month or so has been way hectic. You know you’re having a shit year when everything just sucks and it seems like nothing can go right, but when you get bad flu not only on a long weekend, but on your birthday, forcing you to stay at home in bed, you have to wonder what you’ve done to piss off the universe this time. That got me thinking about stuff, as one does, and I realised that everything …
Last night was the Man United vs. AC Milan game, which was pretty good viewing for a Tuesday night. I have to wonder why soccer players are so hot, compared to any other sport. Even Rooney is better looking that any cricket or rugby player I’ve seen, but it’s Christiano Ronaldo and Kaká who really make that field melt. Not so Kaká Oh Christiano, go get ‘em Seeing as how both boy wonders speak Portuguese as their home language (Christiano …
“Keanu darling, please pass me a bucket so I can hurl.” Last night I watched a baffling and somewhat stupid movie called Sweet November. It was Chick Flick Thursday, which I would have avoided if the bloody cricket hadn’t been on. Being the television slut I am, I sat through the movie. Crap as it was, it was still better than cricket. Basically, the movie is about a workaholic advertising exec (a wonderfully wooden role perfectly suited to Keanu’s mongoloid …
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most evil villain of all?” Just when I thought Isisdingo couldn’t possibly get any more hectic, was last night’s show. If this was an American soapie, it would have been totally OTT, but luckily we were spared all that and instead I had my hands over my face for most of the episode. For those who didn’t watch, Cherel held Barker and his receptionist hostage and used his phone to lure Lee to …
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