Caught some jazz at the Mannenberg on sat. Victor Kunonga and his band, Peace. Holy crap, this dude, actually knows what he’s doing…I’ve been missing out.
All of us at CABS have realised that communication is absolutely vital, not only between ourselves but most importantly to our clients – a factor that was not taken into account over the recent increase in the minimum balance limits for Gold Class clients from $ 500,000 to $ 5 000 000.
Okay really, I must have, like, these horns growing out my skull, a forked tail and a trident sticking outta me somewhere, cos everyone be like, hey y’all you got Jesus? Jesus Christ on a bike!
Fun and games. Went to the ATM yesterday, and something was terribly wrong with my bank balance. Somehow, the available balance seemed to have shrunk considerably over a matter of hours.
Well, another Saturday, another hangover 🙂 What to do? Go down to the Inter-Bank games and cruise for chicks, that’s what.
Went down the Scud last night and had a few beers with me mates. Somewhere around the 7th dorp, someone passed me an invite to La Dolce Vita (yes, the restaurant at Avondale). Now, I haven’t had much time for the place, but I went along to have a look-see.
Yes, it rained – sort of. Light showers, as you call them, not enough to green up Matabeleland but a top effort nonetheless. You know that irritating light sprinkling in your hair and on your shoulders. Peeps were traipsing into the pub like there was free hairspray samples at the door.
Looks like the rainy season is finally upon us down here in sunny Hahaharare. After a couple of really really hot days, up to 40C in places, it seems someone’s about too flush the Great Toilet In The Sky.
It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble is, I can’t remember if it’s the thirteenth or the fourteenth. (George Burns)
Okay, so I may be feeling a bit sorry for meself this Monday morning. Gawd, what a crap weekend! Sitting at home, doing nothing but watching telly and DVDs…that sucks!
So I’m sitting here chained to my desk listening to Buju singing Batty Rider. Awesome tune, and it’s got me thinking: where in Harare can you listen to sweet old tunes, not necessarily by genre but just feel-good, memory-invoking, foot-tapping massive tunes?
Bloody Liverpool couldn’t beat Spurs, fekin Cisse couldn’t be bothered to have a go, and shyting cricket was on the blink. Jaysus. Then of course I went down the (Irish) pub and had a bit of a time – all you fellas out there know Tipperary’s on Fife is the joint.