Something shocking happened to me this afternoon, and I’m not sure what to make of it? There I was, standing on the side of the road hiking to work: along comes a half-empty ZUPCO, which happily chugs past and leaves me to sweat it out in the midday sun!

Here I am stuck at work on a Saturday morning, when every sane person out there is either A: nursing a hangover or B: planning a hangover!

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.

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.

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!

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.

Well, another Saturday, another hangover 🙂 What to do? Go down to the Inter-Bank games and cruise for chicks, that’s what.

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.

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!