So, you might be curious about what I got up to over the holidays. And if you’re not, you’re screwed cos I’m gonna tell you anyway.
I did…mostly nothing, really. That’s right, nada. I, Mr Joy!Joy!Joy! himself, spent most of my holiday period sat in front of my laptop, either reading Steven King or writing confused (and confusing) newspaper articles. Don’t ask.
Okay, so it wan’t that sad; I did go home for a couple of days, had the cake, the rice and chicken, loads of Fanta and visited the neighbours. You know, all that holiday shit. Even found the time to burn some meat with friends, and I won’t deny that a few beers (and a stray bottle of wine) were consumed along the way.
And I have….(drumroll)…evidence! Here’s a Flickr stream of the second braai, which really was the highlight of the whole period. Fun and games at New Year, and it didn’t even involve strobe lights, shot glasses or strippers, and (to my eternal shame) no blushing virgins were deflowered along the way.
Who said Peter Pan never grew up?