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302 has an underrated list that I didn’t quite fully ‘pass’, but it was cool enough to inspire me to do my own underrated list…
1. Biscuits
2. White bread peanut butter sandwiches
3. Tap water
4. Good whiskey and coke
5. Small towns
6. Visits to old age homes (especially the frail care section)
7. Mud
8. Chip rolls with MSG laden pinky tomato sauce that stains your fingers
9. Checkers’ generic budget chocolates
10. Local soapies
three out of ten. i’ll have another look, tonight, in jhb meetings since yesterday. but we will do ‘a what we can do without list’ on friday. and topping it will be the 6h30 am flight to egoli.
soaps; chips; tap water. in iffy on biscuits and checkers chocs and small towns.
It’s to do with my backward anti-kulture kulture I think, I just can’t help liking weird stuff.
Joburg, ugh – shame dude.
ooh back.
nothing like (another list another time) sleeping in your own bed after being away for a bit.
nothing like having the plane seat next to you open on cattle class.
nothing like the airline actually picking a good red wine to help you relax.
and then they’ll predictably serve lasagne, as a colleague said ‘i can cook better than that’
and nothing like reading a good line on the flight back home as you wondering where you parked your car and where you put your house keys.
here’s that line – Street life doesn’t mean having global brands on one street. It’s the feeling of having cafes, bookstores, basically a sense of local culture. YOU CANNOT DESIGN CHARM. (Hisham Youssef, UAE Architectural Association President).
and while the is nothing like missing a bit of torrential rain, i did actually miss it.
‘You cannot design charm’ – LOVE that line, so true indeed and totally sums up a lot of my fondness for subkulture.
So my turn:
Nothing like getting coming home and getting warm after being caught in a mini tornado without a raincoat or umbrella.
Nothing like (hopefully) going diving on a Wednesday afternoon instead of being in an office or at my laptop.
Nothing like a 8kg black and white furry blob trying to jump up onto the door like his lightweight brother and not quite making it up before he slides back down with claws scraping the door on his way down.
Nothing like a glass of your favourite wine, with your croissant with mayo, tomato sauce and cheese, warmed up in the microwave.
touche