Monday, 18 December 2006

Mulled Wine

Life with P is currently getting on my nerves. In fact, by next week, I think he would have found my last nerve and fed it into his PS2 and used it to play Crash Bandicoot.
Granted its only been a week, but my fuck! I'm going to KILL him!
I guess I got spoilt living by myself, enjoying the peace and quiet and not getting woken up at ridiculous hours by certain roomies falling through the door at all hours from drinking binges after work.
I like having space for my stuff and not having to trip over his bag of clothes taking up most of my living room floor.
I like having to do only two loads of laundry a week instead of four and not running out of space to hang everything.

I miss my space. My space has been invaded. I don't like invasions. He has GOT to GO!!!

So today is a day that begs for the soundtrack by The Used. Its wet and freezing outside and very dark. I have a mountain of work and I can't seem to find the first foothold to get over it. Fuck it! I'm gonna do as much as I can, but if that isn't good enough for them, then sod it! I'm only a mechanism in the machine that is The Man. And The Man be damned! I guess the secret of advertising is to actually like what you're selling. Maybe its just me, but photographs and floorplans don't really send me into a creative spin. sigh!

I think, the root problem is - I haven't gone shopping in ages. I'm suffering retail therapy withdrawal. When I was on vaca, I splurged on some T-shirts and it felt good. I haven't done a decent bought of therapy in ages, mainly due to my money crisis. BLEH!

Moving on from a totally negative post...i need chocolate. Speaking of, try making coconut hot choc with a dash of rum. yummy!!

Mash

I'm not a big fan of dance music, or of Justin Timberlake, but I really loved this mix of the Robbie Williams Rudebox and JTs Sexy Back.

Friday, 15 December 2006

Thankless Job

I hope you all enjoyed the videos I posted. I have an entire catalogue more, so i'll rotate them when i can.

Lollipop has rewritten Jingle Bells:

Now for the first step away from the American stereotype of what Christmas SHOULD be, I propose our own carols that do not involve 'sledding in snow' or 'roasting nut over a fire'

(to the tune of jingle bells)

Everytime this year, we leave for the coast
baking in the sun, going brown like toast
Families gather round, stories they will bring
standing near a braai, they begin to sing:

Oh, jingle bells, batman smells, what a stupid rhyme
if we had a better song we'd sing it all the time
so much cheer, so much beer, so much summer fun
I'll enjoy my cocktails full of good old spiced gold rum

No snow, it's never cold, we live by the pool
dancing in the lightning storms has never felt this cool
Christmas eve, Santa's here, for the good and bad
in his neon boxer shorts he looks a bit like...Dad!

Boerewors, lamb kebabs, salads, rolls and steak
Christmas lunch is never small, dont make that sad mistake
We dont need snow and bells, our Spirits are not wrong
My Uncle got his Christmas wish, a super stylish BONG!


I remember the day she wrote it. It was a nice hot sunday and we were stuck in church, when we could have been outside swimming and chilling. hehehe.

Started my second job last night. Bartending is like riding a bike. You never forget how to do it. Just learn the lay out of the bar and pretty soon you're pouring away. I forgot how much I actually enjoyed bartending. You get to meet pretty cool people, chat up hot guys, and by definition, the bartender is the coolest person there. I just haven't learnt how to do the whole Tom Cruise in Cocktails swirling of the bottles thing yet. But give me time!

I wanted to collapse when i got home, but P and Nats had other ideas. Being the unemployed and student means that bedtime is anytime. For the overworked and exhausted, its as soon as I find my bed. I nudged Nats aside (she sat on my bed as the TV is in the bedroom), found my KLM sponsored blankie and curled up and died.

The UK has really crappy cell networks. They charge you to check your voicemail, then if you can't cos you have no airtime, they send you reminders at god awful times of the morning (read anytime of the morning). They also don't have 'Please call me's and there is no signal in my office. Inconsiderate bastards!

Tonight, being friday night, I plan to go home and die in front of season five of Buffy. I have work tomorrow, from 11am til 7pm.
And despite my copious working and sendign money home, my sister still has the audacity to send me an email crapping me out for living the jet set life over here. If she only knew.

Thursday, 14 December 2006

The Fratellis - Chelsea Dagger

End of year review

I know, every other blogger out there is doing it, and i'm not one for bandwagoning it, but what the hell...

2006 has been a rollercoaster ride from January.

Lowdown drink inducers.
Suffered severe unrequited crush (Jan - Nov)
My Tazz was stolen with irreplacable personal effects in it. (Feb)
I lost my job. (April)
Suffered bad depression (Jan - Jul)
Lost a friend in car accident (Oct)
Sucide inducing hangovers (all year)

High Times
Great friends (all year)
Great nights out with great friends (all year)
Promoting / organising music gigs (Feb)
Mutherfudd Metal Fest (Feb)
Reconnected with old friends (Feb)
Weekend trip to Cape Town (Mar)
Startimer Show (April)
Splashy Fen (April)
Moved to UK (July)
Made new friends (July)
Beat depression (Aug)
Watching Blue October live for my birthday (Sept)
My Chemical Romance Concert (Nov)
Seeing the xmas lights on Oxford str/Regent str/Camden High str. (Dec)
Overcame unrequited crush (Dec)

Wow, reading through my diary, I am able to put everything into perspective and see where I have grown as a person.
Lets hope that next year is just as eventful, or else, what would i have to blog about? I can already see some highlights on the horizon:
Skiing Trip in Feb
Splashy Fen
Lollipops 21st
Cigar's 21st
Reading/Leeds Fest
Many more concerts.

Its my flatmates b-day today, but I can't celebrate it with him as tonight I start my second job. No rest for the broke.

Wednesday, 13 December 2006

The Criminal Wave

I'm not one to get all political in general, but in a few threads i follow, the crime situation in SA has reared its ugly head, again.

I've been a victim of crime, my entire family have been victims at one time or another. My baby sister was hijacked off her bike at the age of 10, been attacked outside our home with one of her friends getting stabbed and her throat slit at the age of fourteen and is now a nervous wreck. My gran was hijacked in our driveway, Lollipop was hijacked outside her friends house, i had a smash and grab and my car was stolen from my company parking lot. And I lived in a nice area too. Not affluent, but the nicer part of middle class.

What I don't understand is why criminals are attacking children for cellphones and wallets. I can't see why you need to kill someone for thier car.

I read the Sunday Times while i was home and there was the most disturbing article in it. The journo interviewed some gangsters and they boasted about how many people they have killed, how many cars they have stolen and how they outrightly stated that they prefer being criminals to working as criminals are respected and the money is easy.
If i had to get my hands on those kids, i'd kill them!
But it doesn't help that the community respects these retrobates. These are not italian Dons. These are little hooligans running around with guns thinking they're in the latest gangster rap music video. These are not people to be respected. They need to be dealt with, swiftly.

I understand that in times of AIDS orphans and broken homes etc tht children will be looking for alternative families tht can provide, but for fucks sake, lets not send them to be raised by Fagin. Sure Oliver Twist and the Artful Dodger were cute and sang, but they were still criminals and there is nothing right about that.

So how do we solve this problem?
Harsher punishment.
There are criminals who prefer to get caught and sent to jail cos its free food, board and networking. oh, it would be a violation of thier human rights to cut off a limb as punishment. Excuse me, but the moment you threaten someone elses basic human rights, you forfeit your own. The charter does read something like - Each person has the right to live in a safe environment. Every person has the right to be treated well. No one must live under any type of threat.
We are living under numerous threats. Our rights are being ignored, blatantly. Not only by the tsotsi around the corner, but by the people who are entrusted to uphold the charter of rights.
If someone invades my home, I will practise the right to defend myself by all means, including emptying a clip into his chest. And i won't shed a tear for it, as his life was forfieted the moment he threatened mine.

Africa has always been a harsh continent, survival of the fittest etc. But, for crying out loud, if we want the international community to look at us as equals, then we should shake off the wild past. The country has been conquered long ago. The wars are over. Instead of concentrating on the past wrongs, lets work on becoming a first world nation, worthy of respect, not fear.

We don't need leaders telling our youth that its fine to steal from the white man. Its not. in fact, to steal from anyone is wrong. We need leaders that will be able to weed out the corrupt and replace them with the morally uncorrupt. I want to move back to SA without fear. I love SA, but I don't want to raise my children behind electric fencing and burgular bars. I want to be sure that when I send them to school, they won' be shot for being the wrong skin colour.

After all, isn't that what crime boils down to? Race. Yes we can argue that there are black against black crime, but in most cases, it is black against every other race crime. What are they trying to prove? Is this payback for apartheid? Sorry, I wasn't even born when it ended. Are our criminals aligning themselves as victims of the struggle just like the 15 year old Zimbabwe war "veterans"? Are they being raised with a chip on thier shoulder they don't need? And since when is laziness any excuse to commit crime.
I'm lazy. I hate getting up to go to work. But I still do it. Whats thier excuse?
No work for them? Make a plan. Start an honest business. Go work for the council, sweep the streets for crying out loud! It really is that easy.

Crime in terms of theft i can understand as there is financial gain, but crimes against people, children and animals just changes the face of criminals.
If the need for power is so strong that the only way you can see to achieve it is to overpower someone weaker than you ie women and children, then you are a coward. Read the history books, heroes, men of power and respect didn't need to rape or pillage for it, they earned it through hard work. the weak leaders felt the need for exursion.

So it all boils down to cowardice. on both parts. The criminals are cowards, hiding from work, killing on the slightest provocation, exherting "power". And we, the public are cowards for not stadning up to them. We hide behind our walls and electric fencing. We hide behind our police force instead of supporting them. we hide behind our fears and suspisions and therefore, allow the criminals to take advantage of our fear.
Yet, when we take a stand, we are punished for it. Vigilantes are prosecuted for taking the law into thier own hands. But if the hands that hold the law are sullied with the blood of innocent people, I'm afraid its the only course we can take.

Which is why i'm a big fan of vigilantes, like Spiderman, Superman, Batman etc etc. Where are our comic book heroes?

The UB40 Song

Somebody please ship me a container load of Myprodol. My brain has shrunk and every movement causes it to bang into the side of my skull.

Yep, yesterday was our end of year function with our clients. I had to arrange it all and lost a lot of sleep and hair due to it. We started the day at The Raceway indoor go karting track. It was all good until the competitive streak kicked in, which in estate agents is really strong. I kicked some ass, drove really well, but alas, did not win. Two of our photographers were in a team with my boss. both of whom are S'Affers. They won. Bastards.

Anyway, after a brutal day driving, i raced over to the drinks venue where i changed in the bathrooms and began quaffing cheap red wine. I'm thinking i drank about two bottles alone! I chatted and flirted and generally had a good time meeting the faces behind the emails. But, as the thing with wine, it suddenly hit me and i was bundled into a cab and went home.

This morning i overslept and crawled into the office around lunchtime. But i think i deserved the lie in. I worked my ass off and it was an all round success. Now my boss wants me to do this twice a year! Bleh!
Now the hard work starts. I have three marketing plans to do on top of all my other work and my brain just isn't co operating today. And tonight after work, i'm going for an interview for a second job as my first hardly pays. Wish me luck!

On other matters. I was reading a few magazines that listed thier top albums for the year. Pray do tell, why is The Fratellis not on the list?? It is one of the kick ass albums of the year! Way better than say, The Automatic. Wait, wasn't I going to compile my top fifty albums? granted I haven't even listened to 80% of my list, so i'll give you the list next year.

Now to find more pain killers. Not just for the hangover, but also for the sore shoulder blades, the bruised leg (steering coloum induced) as well as my ice skating injury. Yep, I'm a walking bruise. OW!