We had a power-cut on my block yesterday ’round noon, during a bit of rain and lightning. Lots of snap, crackle and pop around the power-lines, and some cables tangled in a huge tree. Result? An afternoon off work, and shit-all to do.
Having to watch that crap last night, Liverpool losing to Crystal Palace (bloody heck) was like stopping at the scene of a horrific car accident – you don’t really want to, but a certain morbid fascination keeps you glued.
Have you ever met someone, and they were all that and a bag of Lays? And you were like, wow, feck’s sakes, this one is hot, the shiz-nit, someone I can talk to, shamwari yangu and all that jazz? Yet at the same time forgetting the Golden Rule?
Guess what? Zambezi’s back in the Scud & Nanny, and I’m mighty glad to hear it. Methinks someone high up read AT’s post from the other day!
Listening to the third monetary policy statement of the year yesterday provided some refreshing confirmations to those of us who practise pub economics.
So, I watched a lacklustre and disorganised ManUre trying hard not to lose to Lille last night – how crap are they, eh? Somebody just put Lord Ferg out to pasture, cos if it was a gum-chewing competition, Fergie and Scholes would have strolled through it 🙂
So, my beloved DeMbare took on CAPS yesterday….and lost. 2-1 to those bastards? I mean come on lads, what does a guy have to do? Like, if you play like boozers, you get whipped like boozers.
Been too busy to post to my site, basically have had me balls in a vice at work. Besides, I’ve hardly had anything to say, you know how it is.
So, from Sunday I spent about 30 hours sitting at my desk, working. Yes, I know, but shit happens sometimes. And now I have this back-ache, I tell you my lower back feels like someone took a hammer to it. And that means I get…….a medicine ball!
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!