Thursday, 21 May 2015

Red Fingernails

It is nearly Friday followed hotly on its heels, the weekend. Before that can happen we have to prepare. Noma is busy being the lead character in a short video about safety travel tips which we are promoting. Here she is getting ready painting her fingernails red before traveling to location. Forget Ice Princess, it looks like we may have a diva on our hands.

Okay Lights! Cameras! Action!


What is wrong with the script now Noma?

I need some more coffee... Please someone just bring me more coffee, yes and a shot of vodka, no scratch that just bring the whole bottle.

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Sexy Models

I’m a model you know what I mean.
And I do my little turn on the catwalk

Trying to get my dogs posing all together is like pulling hen’s teeth, well not for Podge, my Jack Russell who is here to serve and please, and Maxy of course my Italian Greyhound who is a too sexy model, and he knows it.

Jade my hyper Italian Greyhound finally made an appearance on the catwalk whereas the old man iggy also known as Patch just put his nose up and watched all the models strutting their stuff on the catwalk from the sidelines.

I’m too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Nou gaan ons Braai

The days are still warm and pleasant but with a slight nip in the air. Living down by the river, the nights drop down to the low single figures close to zero. Winter is coming!

Nou gaan ons braai! This may be the last stretch of autumn before Jack Frost arrives so I just felt that it was the perfect time to have the last barbeque of the season before winter arrives with full gusto.

Dressed in only a tracksuit pants and a t-shirt, you could see the cold on my breath while I was braaing some mature rib eye steak, wors and roasted vegetables on the grill. But the fire was warm and I was alive as the aroma from the braaing meat was ticking all the right boxes.

Monday, 18 May 2015

What could this be?

Today turned out to be hit the tarmac running Monday, with all things that can happen on a Monday, happening all at once. With no time to breathe I suddenly found myself at the end of the day exhausted and wondering what happened.

With the sun low in the sky, I trudged to the car park wondering what I could use for today’s photo, when I saw this strange white fluffy thing on the tarmac near where my Vespa was parked. What could this be? Some type of seed pod that uses the wind to disperse is my best guess. Now if I was on the coast I would have mistaken it to be some beautiful sea creature that was washed up onto the shore.

My wild imagination could have taken over, could this be proof of fairies? But I was tired and the quackery of today was behind me with water crystals and fairies far from my mind. Oh wait I heard something rustle through the reeds next to the pond.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Sunday, 17 May 2015

Sexy Hair Trends

Hair trends change with fashion, whether you have a bob, a lob, slicked back, long wavy, or simply like me shaved all off. Dare I say my style of cleanly shaven has never changed and will always remain sexy.

Take Chris, the BBC’s youth pastor shown above, his hairstyle has changed recently from dreadlocks to the half shaven look of not quite Mohawk. Okay not as sexy as me but let’s say half sexy, shall we.

Saturday, 16 May 2015

Colours of Scotland

South Africa, the place where many different people have come together and now call her home. And this struck home once again today as I went to The Jeppe Gathering at the Jeppe High School in Kensington.

The Scottish heritage was brought to South Africa firstly by those fleeing the persecution of England, many more came with the 1920 settlers, then came the diamond and gold rushes, and later the Boer Wars. But bonnie Scotland was here to stay and become part of a now vibrant South Africa.

As Lucky Dube once sang “We’re different colours, one people”. Yes today it showed in this Highland Gathering as Black, White, Asian, Indian, gathered together as South Africans to celebrate the Scottish culture, we are one people.

This gathering at Jeppe was also the Pipe Bands’ Association of Southern Africa regional gathering with the results counting towards the Champion Award which meant all the regions pipe bands turned up in full force to show us they have what it takes to be this year’s champion pipe band.

There were many pipe bands that turned up that I never knew existed, I saw the Transvaal Scottish, Sandton Scottish, African Skye, Benoni MacTalla, St Benedicts, Jeppe Boys, St Johns, King Edward, Christian Brothers Boksburg, Cornwall Hill, Pretoria Highlands, and many more.

One other interesting thing I saw was that the Benoni MacTalla Pipe Band brought their own wench to make sure that the shoes were kept clean. No wonder they are winning competitions.

Friday, 15 May 2015

All Grown Up

Oh my, we are all growing up so fast. JZ the baby Klipspringer was born a few months back on the 10 April and look at her now, nearly the size of her mother.

Since the day she was born there has been very few sightings of her, well until today, when she walked out boldly from the undergrowth following her mother on search for tasty green grass and shrubs.

Thursday, 14 May 2015

King Geoffrey’s Visit

What a turn for the books, King Geoffrey paid us a visit today after, what is it, nearly a year since he left us here at Bosasa for greener pastures.

Well it must have been greener over where ever he has been as he has put on some extra weight. Let’s hope the greener grass is not over a septic tank. Anyway it was nice to see Geoff again and to catch up even though he is not quite the king but king of his own future. Let’s hope the gap between now and the next visit won’t be as long as previous.

Wednesday, 13 May 2015

Back to Work

I awoke late this morning feeling as right as rain so I had a good soak in the bath, got dressed and headed for work. Although I was still booked off for today, I didn’t want to sit at home or simple turn around and go back to sleep. Boredom makes healing go slowly so there I was halfway to work when I started to get tired. All this activity left me short of breath and wanting to put my head down and sleep.

Anyway I made it to work somehow without crashing, and first order of the day was change my work passwords because of the theft on Friday evening, next was the catch up on all the emails, then meetings, and finally some reports. Later while on a "not to go to sleep" break, I did a walk about, fresh air and catching up with the other members of the eKayaMedia team and of course to find a photo for the day. Two birds with one stone morsdoodgeskiet, so here is Kabelo, hard at work doing some video editing upstairs in the studio.

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

The Blur

I awoke from a deep drug induced sleep with my eyes still glued shut with two cats on my bed. CATS ON MY BED? Too weak to push them off! I sit up and wobbly stand up. I shuffle to the toilet half asleep. Then to the kitchen, COFFEE! Back to bed.

Waking up slowly, sipping the elixir of the gods, coffee. I started browsing through my phone. Messages; Facebook; Hangouts; Gmail; and WhatsApp. Take todays photo, turn to take my medicine and then put my head back down on a you indented pillow. I close my eyes. Dream of a far away place where I am king of my castle where you the princess needs rescuing from the dragon called the flu.

The day becomes a blur as the dragon cats, Tiger and Princess snuggle on my bed.

Monday, 11 May 2015

Quack Quack

I should have brought a jacket with me yesterday as it did get a bit nippy late in the afternoon and now I am having waves of fever. No more self medication for me, I had to go see a doctor but first I had some urgent work to do at work.

By lunchtime I had finished all that needed to be done at work and headed to the quacks and was diagnosed with Upper Respiratory Infection aka man flu. Thank God, it could have been worse with all the stress from Friday night. Well the doctor has ordered bed rest, so good night.

Sunday, 10 May 2015

Sick Party

Gary shown here had a birthday just the other day and had organised a Sunday afternoon lunch at his place which he called Getting Ancient. I was feeling slightly better although not ancient after some bed rest and I didn’t want to let the old people down so we went.

Getting ancient with Gary turned out to be a sick party. No not the slang sick which means awesome but the sick as in sick sick because majority of party goers were not well. Being all sick didn’t stop us friends and family having a good lunch party. It was an awesome getting ancient lunch and sick party we had.

Saturday, 9 May 2015

Anger makes you Sicker

The stress of my loss last night has made it even worse, I now have full blown man flu but somehow I had to get back to Irene to get evidence and report the incidence to the local police station.

After going through the video of last night, the staff at the fast food outlet identified a white hobo who goes by the name of Jaapie, as he was seen on video with a backpack on his back, walk into the outlet through a side door out of view of the staff, go straight to my table. Then he walks past the camera carrying my man bag to the toilets. Seconds later he walks out adjusting his backpack straight for the side door he came in from.

I am so sick. I am so angry at this rubbish of a man who stole from me, and I am so angry at myself for allowing this to happen. I am afraid this anger is just making me worse. I have to calm down.

I got back home and headed straight for the covers and this view from my bed.

Friday, 8 May 2015

Water and Fire!

I have been keeping my head above water and ever so slowly heading for the shore but this year so far has been the worse and now I find myself under the surface. Not sinking yet but just below.

Water! Surrounded by Water!

This week my body ached, and I steadily felt tired. By Friday, today I was exhausted. Not the workload but by now I knew I wasn’t 100% well. Just before four in the afternoon, I headed for Benoni for my bi-weekly three and a half hours drive to pick up my son.

Fire! Surrounded by Fire!

After picking up Matthew and heading back for home, we saw the veldt on fire just outside Benoni. The winter grass fires that are so common up here in the Highveld were burning a ring of fire. On seeing the ring of fire, my mind went straight to the song of Johnny Cash, the Ring of Fire. Now I couldn’t get that song out of my mind as we drove west. I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher.

Although by now all I wanted to do was get home, take medicine, and go to bed, but we had to stop and get some food so we stopped at a fast food outlet at Irene Mall which is halfway home. And this is where the flames rose so high that later on I thought I was in hell. We brought in my small man bag in which I kept my Samsung Tab 3 and my works iPad Mini, for safety reasons but it was then stolen off our table.

It burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire.

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Fat Cat Fight

We live on a plot surrounded by grass veldt on three sides and the Jukskei River on the forth. Our last place had lions nearby and we heard their primeval roars at night but this place has Black Backed Jackals which try constantly to get into our double fenced property. At night we hear their frustration as they call out to other pack members after another failed raid on our homestead.

Along with the Jackal issue there is a cat in the area and few weeks back security cameras caught this photograph of this very fat beige tom cat outside the perimeter of the smallholding. This cat is in the same area of veldt where our cats tend to go. Being so fat it can’t be feral but the nearest property is way over 500m away.

At first light we let Minky out as we keep her inside at night due to the Jackals and that she likes to roam the veldt. It wasn’t long after we let Minky out this morning when we heard a cat fight from the veldt along with snarls. Fearing the worst as Minky is very light weight compared to the Jackals and this fat cat.

Rushing into the veldt at first light in the fresh winter’s air in your pyjamas is not cool but a shock to the system. Anyway our sudden appearance on the scene flushed out a German Shepherd dog who was fleeing the scene and this so called fat cat. We called and called for Minky but she didn't return and we feared the worst. It was only after we headed back to the warmth of the cottage did she return to show us her fresh cat fight scars. We can only hope she said to us while licking her wound was "this is nothing, you should have seen the other cat"

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Who Moved My Cheese?

So Sniff, Scurry, Hem, and Haw, which one of you had the audacity to move my cheese? Now please don’t say the cheese doesn’t matter, or in the Matrix tone, there is no cheese, just tell me who moved my cheese?

It is mid-week with only two of my team, which includes me, are holding up the flag as sickness hits the rank and file of New Media. I too am feeling not altogether there but with some medication I am slouching behind my desk going from one energy high to the next.

Walking between the empty offices looking for my cheese, I came across Ilana, our conceptual designer sporting her newly painted finger nails of a mouse and some cheese.

What would you do if you weren’t afraid of what tomorrow would bring?

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Pheasantly Surprised

It is only Tuesday and I am already feeling how long this week is after having gotten used to all the recent long weekends. I needed a break as afternoon was reached, so I took a walk into the gardens surrounding my office here in Bosasa which is situated inside the Mogale Business Park, Krugersdorp.

Bright Lights, Bright Lights! With not a cloud in sight, the glare from the weak winter sun was frightening but oh the warmth of its rays on my skin was divine. It was during this stroll, taking in all of the beauty around me, that I was pheasantly surprised to come across a Lady Amherst Pheasant. Okay excuse the pheasant pun and that this was no lady as his name suggests.

Lady? Well only the males are stunningly coloured whereas the females are much a less showy mottled brown. More for her protection from predators. It was the first time that I saw such an exquisite bird and had go back and look it up on the interwebs. My research told me that this was a Lady Amherst Pheasant and it was so named in honour of the Countess Sarah Amherst, the wife of the then governor of Bengal. Since then the region of Bengal was been portioned up by the British based on religion and it now forms part of both India and Bangladesh. The Countess Amherst was responsible for sending the first Lady Amherst Pheasant to Britain.

Over the past decades the numbers in the English countryside have declined from over 200 pairs to sadly now only 1 due to loss of habitat and foxes moving into their areas. Yes only one singe male is left in Britain and nothing can be done as Britain’s Wildlife and Countryside Act includes a ban on introducing new breeding stock to animals not native to Britain. So once this beautiful male is no more, the Lady Amherst Pheasant will become the first bird to become extinct in Britain since 1840.

And then today I find this beautiful male with a harem of females. I followed it for a while and could not get a good shot of him as he moved through the dense under growth of Mogale Business Park until I had him up against the aviary housing where the new birds are kept for acclimatising. One for the twitchers book, this is one gorgeous looking bird, if I must say so myself.

Monday, 4 May 2015

Youth Development Ferrari

Sitting on Johan’s desk is this wire frame rendition of a Ferrari F12 Berlinetta, or close near there. It was made by one of the youngsters being held at one of the Youth Development Centres. These secure centres were established to house children who found themselves in conflict with the law.

Great is the Need for Speed in the youth of today, hmmmm. Why am I speaking like Yoda, well it is Star Wars Day being the 4th of May. And here I find myself back at work in the rush of it all in front of this wire model of a Ferrari. Now where did I leave my light sabre? May the 4th be with you!

Sunday, 3 May 2015

Back at Erling

Wow, the temperature sure drops at night time here in Johannesburg and I had to get an early start to catch the dog walk at Erling Road. A friend loaned me a crate for Jade while she was recovering and now that the long road of recovery is almost over. And now I had to return it, so we arranged to meet at this dog walk.

It has being a long time since I walked in the veld along the Klein Jukskei River with my dogs and they behaved as if they were never away. There are even more signs as development creeps ever forward which is sad in a way as soon all this will be gone and locked up in some private residential park for only a few to appreciate.

Saturday, 2 May 2015

Ugly Gym

Well fancy that, coming across this sign advertising ugly gyms outside Clearwater Mall. So now if you are tired of being fat and ugly, just join this gym and you will be just plain ugly.

Welcome back to Johannesburg peoples, where we came get back to being just our tired ugly selves. I am not sure if this advertisement works for me, there are many beautiful people in Jozi, including the fat ones, me included. Maybe this is targeted at the few people who are ugly on the insides.

Friday, 1 May 2015

I Hate Dullstroom

Friday and the day we head back to the Highveld, back to the busyness, and back to the pollution of the Gauteng industrial giant. But to get there we had a full day’s ride bypassing the Machado and Middleburg Toll Plazas which charge a motorcycle R75 and R50 receptively which equates to nearly 3 tank fulls. What a rip off for bikers.

So we travelled an extra 50km via Sabie and Lydenburg to bypass Machadodorp which meant going through Dullstroom. Now Dullstroom sells itself as a premier destination for trout fishing but the town itself is on the slippery downhill slope. Riding the wonderful road between Nelspruit and Lydenburg was awesome with turns and bends in all the right places. We were warned that the road between Lydenburg and Dullstroom is known to be full of potholes and it never disappointed us but on a bike we weaved through them like a breeze although I would hate to do it at night.

Anyway on reaching Dullstroom by 10:30 we found the entire town packed with what seemed to be the entire Gauteng populace. Okay not quite but it was bursting with cars parked un-safely along the road and people just running across the main road with no care of oncoming bikers. And then in this premium town of Dullstroom itself, I hit my first pothole and one bigger than my front tyre itself. The Vespa shuddered as the bang of the rim hit the bodywork but luckily I was not going fast because of all the cars and people, I managed to keep the Vespa on two wheels. I pulled into the one and only garage to check front tyre and rim but being a public holiday the premium BP Highlands Filling Station did have its air generator on. The tyre and rim looked okay so all I could do was head for a garage in Belfast.

On it was on the Dullstroom and Belfast road that I began to wish that I stayed an extra day in the Slowveldt and away from the maddening crowds. I was nearly involved with not one, not two, but three near head on collusions caused by Gautengers overtaking recklessly trying to get to a ready packed Dullstroom. To compound the issues no one had done any road maintenance on this stretch with the grass on the road edges so long that it was dangerous going around curves in the road.

Matthew and I were just glad to reach the highway at Belfast. Yes it was now the boring stretch back to Johannesburg but it was much safer than going through Dullstroom. With sore bums after 1,148 km and 47 litres of fuel, we arrived safely back home after a wonderful road trip down to Mpumalunga and back on the Vespa. Okay I know that the Vespa GTS 300ie Super supposed to do 3.5 litres per 100km but with two of us on board, I got just over 4 litres per 100 km at an average speed of 120km per hour and don’t forget I have the Malossi engine performance kit on board which I am sure uses more fuel. Now I need to find the money for the service that is now due.

Thursday, 30 April 2015

Youth has No Age

This morning the weather was once again beautiful and we decided to have a hike and picnic lunch at Kaapsehoop up against the escarpment overlooking the Barberton crater.

Matthew and I were last here about two years ago taking our Italian Greyhounds for a walk. his time we were joined by my sister Theresa, her husband Hans, and their two children Daniellê and Jaen. Well you know Matthew and I by now so Theresa is the one in the Youth has No Age t-shirt, Hans the Zombie through the hole, Daniellê with the dog called Fudge and Jaen in the green, grey and white striped t-shirt.

My only gripe of the day, is while on our hike we saw signs of litter, cigarette stompies, chip packets, and sweet wrappers littered around this beautiful place. Normally it is so peaceful here amongst the rock formations but we could hear dogs barking all the way from the Kaapsehoop village. Not cool peoples, not cool.

The wild flowers and stunning rock formations were still a draw card for Kaapsehoop, along with the views and wild horses. By the end of our hike, all we needed to do was to put our feet up and relax while the picnic lunch was served.

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