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Joe Black was born in the summer of 1979, with Zimbabwe on the verge of total independence. Having missed the dreaded ‘born-free’ tag by mere months, he proceeded to grow into a fine upstanding citizen of the new democracy. Not.

What The Hell...

You may be surprised at the colours! I haven't converted to Old Hararians - I remain a Harare Sports Club man. I'd lost a bet to the OH coach, so we had to change for a while. Now I kinda like it ...

Archive: May 2009

Something’s fishy at The Herald

So there’s a woman on trial in the Harare magistrate’s courts. For what, I dunno, but apparently she flew from Murehwa in a basket to kill her son-in-law. Whatever. Anyway, yesterday she started hissing when some Zinatha guy was giving “expert” testimony.

We assume the senior tradional healer’s words didn’t go down well with the alleged witch, and she began hissing like a snake and yelling in the courtroom.

She immediately collapsed and lay prostrate on the floor for several minutes before a relative revived her by placing salt into her palms.

By the time Sveto regained consciousness some 10 minutes later, the courtroom was full to the bream, more people having poured in from adjoining courtrooms.

The courtroom was full to the bream. Really? This is why The Herald is such a good read. Not because it is the arbirter of truth and a fearless defender of our revolutionary class.

It’s because the standard of Engrish is so high.

Viva state newspaper, viva!

Oh what a mess!

What a mess

Back to the grind

Long weekends are awesome, and this was no exception. Partying hard on Friday, watching rugby with the Mouse on Saturday, braaing with friends on Sunday, and Mereki on Monday. Life’s good.

The strange part is waking up on Tuesday and actually, being KEEN to get back to work, get going and get shit over with. I’m not used to feeling like this, so allow me to get some work done (for once) and savour this feeling.

I’m useful again. Fuck yeah!

Headline of the week

Sports - sexy

Shiny happy people

So in case you’ve been living under a rock, or don’t care for gratuitous celebutant nudity, this is a picture of Rihanna’s boob.

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Notice the nipple ring. Interesting, right? Below is a picture of Cassie’s boobs.

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Nipple bars. Uhm, is there something we should know about? Like, is there a mandatory Nipple Metal requirement to record bubblegum pop music these days? Anyway, here’s the best pic of them all, fellow pop tart Chris Brown with Ri-ri’s underwear on his head.

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Obviously this was before he beat the ever-living shit out of her, but anyway. Any dude who’s never worn his lady’s (pink, lacy) knickers on his head should turn in his Man Card.

Collection point is The Corner at the Scud and Nanny.

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