Wednesday, 8 July 2009

Ow. Cha-mon.

So I guess chances are you watched the MJ memorial on tv last night. I was at Buena Vista - munching down on chilli poppers and nachos (yum!) - so I missed most of it but I caught the end of it when I got home. One of the local channels had a delayed broadcast.

The whole thing's pretty sad, hey?

I've never really been a Michael Jackson fan, but love him or hate him, there's no denying the impact he had on pop music - and pop culture. Most of us grew up with his songs - some of which have really stood the test of time. But more than anything, I feel really sad for him. Michael seemed like such a tortured creature - tragic. The poor guy never really stood a chance. And the media certainly made a circus out of his many strange little idiosyncrasies - I really couldn't tell the difference between the truth and fiction when I saw and read reports on him.

Anyway, as I said, I was never a huge fan but here are my 10 favourite MJ songs. I thought they were pretty great:
1. Ben
2. One day in your life
3. Billie Jean
4. I Just can't stop loving you
5. Don't stop till you get enough
6. Black or White
7. Man in the Mirror
8. Bad
9. I'll be there
10. Thriller


Monday, 6 July 2009

Weekend post-mortem


What a weekend! It started off really badly and ended really well.


I've been a particularly sick puppy this winter. (I blame it on age. After all, I am 32 now.) Anyway, on Thursday I started hacking and coughing again (so sexy) and by Saturday I thought I was DYING! So I stayed in bed, only leaving it once to make a run to the chemist where I bought enough drugs to keep a Columbian druglord satisfied, and then it was straight home and back to bed. I felt so insanely sorry for myself that I would've cried except I knew it would just make my throbbing head all that more worse. Let's just say I saw the light a few times, but when I woke up yesterday, I felt So Much Better. And good thing as it was one of my favourite gal pal's birthday and we were off to the Barnyard to watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show.


After nearly getting arrested at Cavendish (thanks to an old foundation compact I keep in my hangbag that kept setting off Woolies' alarm) I made the trek north to Willowbridge. This being my first venture from my death bed, I definitely intended to take it easy. So much for that. Of course, I had quite a bit of fruit (read: wine) but I was relatively responsible. (So proud!)

The Rocky Horror was awesome! It's the second time I've seen the show at the Barnyard but it certainly didn't lose any of its appeal in the repeat performance. So dodgy but so good. I really think everyone should aim to live life like Frank N Furter. Well, maybe not exactly like him, but you know what I mean. Anyway, we went to the afternoon show which meant when the show finished it was still daylight. Which meant (of course) that it was way too early to be responsible adults and head straight home. Yeah. So we headed out for more wine. And then some more. As you do.

Monday morning was a little touch and go. But not as bad as I thought it would be. Anyway, that's my weekend in a nutshell. I'm looking forward to the next one!

The local cast may not include Tim Curry but the guy who plays Dr Frank N Furter is Pretty Damn Impressive!

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Good grief, Becks


Sexy Becks strikes again.



Yup, nothing wrong with these new Armani ads.*

But here's something that is DEFINITELY wrong. On so many levels...

Not for sensitive viewers! No, sir...

Why, lads? Why?


Don't you know that you have to be Kylie Minogue OR a prostitute OR a member of the Village People to pull off hot pants? Have your fashion stylists taught you nothing? Whatever you're paying them, you're being ripped off. Now please, do us all a favour and go ask your buddy Dave to loan you a pair of his Armanis...


See? Much better!

* Not loving the hair, though.


Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Damn you, Grey's Anatomy


Why'd you have to make me cry last night?

K', so I know I wasn't the only one sobbing into my hankies. (I texted one of my best gal pals to see how she was coping. She wasn't.) But no wonder. When Meredith suddenly realised the mashed-up bus accident victim was George, followed by Izzie flatlining in Karev's arms... I mean, c'mon! Seriously?

Seriously!

That and the mushy vow exchange between Meredith and McDreamy plus Yang and her screwy sexy doc love meant my Kleenex never stood a chance. It gave me goosebumps, I tell ya!

And then when Izzie was in the 'express elevator to heaven' in her pretty pink dress and the doors open to find George standing there all ready for the military (not really), the floodgates opened and left me crying like a baby.

Way to end the season. Sheesh. (Can't wait for the next one!!!! :)


Sure, they're smiling now. They haven't got to the finale yet...

Going up?

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Holy crap, Batman! I'm old(er)

Yep, today's my birthday. I'm 32 years old. Can you believe it? I can't. I still feel the same as I did when I left school. So basically, I'm a 17 year girl in a 32 year old woman's body.


32. That's 224 in dog years! Good thing I'm not a dog.



Friday, 19 June 2009

Last Girl Standing

Last night, the last of my single friends got engaged. This means that three of my close friends are currently engaged while the rest of them have already tied the knot. I'm now officially the last (single) chick standing.

Now, if this was Survivor, I'd be the Ultimate Survivor and Jeff would be holding a $1 000 000 cheque with my name on it.

I'm a winner! High-five!


But this isn't Survivor and there's no Jeff. All the same, the tribe has left the island and so I now have the place all to myself. The upside is I can run around my island naked, eat whatever I want on my island, and sleep whenever I want.
On my island. Yup, my very own big, deserted, lonely island.

Sigh.


Outwit, outplay, outlast. I guess one out of three isn't bad.



Thursday, 18 June 2009

Counting the sheep

Aw man, for a change I've actually GOT stuff to blog about but I've run out of time for today. 'Will try again tomorrow but in the meantime, here's a lovely little pic of Jacob Zuma's wives at his State of the Nation address, just the other week.

Clearly riveting stuff. Yeah.


Sweet dreams, little cherubs...


(Then again, maybe they're not actually sleeping. Maybe, just maybe, they're praying for him to hurry up and finish his speech. Hmmm...)

Friday, 12 June 2009

Follow Follow

The clock is ticking and it's now only a year until South Africa hosts the 2010 Football World Cup. 'Must admit, when we were bidding to host the games, I was really against it. I didn't - and still don't - see the logic of spending so much money on a sporting event when our education system, correctional facilities, health care system and police force are in such desperate need of funding. I know that the World Cup creates thousands of job opportunities, but surely that's a temporary thing. Once the event is over, what are all those builders and vendors going to do? Yeah, I'd really prefer to see the money go towards education (which will alleviate crime and poverty in the long run), health care, the police force and correctional facilities. I believe if the country focuses our time money on those areas, the country will gradually grow from strength to strength, and we can curb the awful crime, poverty and unemployment that plagues the nation. But the fact of the matter remains, we are hosting the World Cup next year, so there's no point in griping about the coulda, woulda, shouldas.

I'm not a sports fan. I couldn't care less about who the Stormers are playing and cricket sends me into a spontaneous stupor. But if I had to choose a sport, it would be football. (And tennis too - that's often good to watch.) Growing up in a typical Brit family with two brothers, I was pretty much surrounded by football. I remember way back in the day, when I was very young, I'd kick around a football with my dad and brothers in the lazy late afternoon sun. Both my brothers played football at school and at a club, so I'd often to be dragged along in the evening to watch their practices, or early on Saturday mornings when they'd play against other clubs. Now that they're all grown up, the boys no longer play footie but it's impossible to visit my folks without seeing and hearing a game on TV. In fact, the only reason my dad got DSTV was so that he could watch the football. Poor mum. So my dad and one brother spend a good portion of their time watching football on the telly while my youngest brother - who lives in the UK - often spends his weekends attending live matches supporting his favourite team while proudly dressed in his team's colours.

Hey, you still there? Sorry for the boring family history. Didn't mean to send you to sleep. It was just my long, roundabout way of saying that I'm actually looking forward to next year's World Cup. I've even got some tickets! Two earlier games and the Cape Town semi-final, which I think is going to be pretty damn awesome! Like I mentioned earlier, South Africa is spending a ridiculous amount of money in preparation of the World Cup - money that could perhaps have been put to better use. That said, I'm sure a good portion of the money comes from sponsorships. South Africans are quite divided on how they feel about the upcoming games. Some feel that it's going to be a humiliating embarrassment and that there's no way we'll meet our targets. But others, like me, feel that a lot of progress has been made and so I have little doubt that we'll probably end up doing a good job. It may cost us an arm and a leg, but it'll be good.

While some of the country's existing stadia are being upgraded, other stadia are being built from scratch. Being huge projects, the building started a good couple of years ago and now, as we draw closer to D-day, they're really beginning to take shape.

Soweto's Soccer City is probably the most African-themed of all the stadia - made to look like an enormous calabash.

Durban's Senzangakhona Stadium is set to be pretty magnificent, complete with a panoramic sky arch.
But being a Cape Town girl, I'm really excited to see how the new Green Point stadium is going to turn out. It's been dogged by controversy since the outset, but now that the finish line is in sight, it's really looking good. I pilfered these images off of a City of Cape Town website - they show the progress of the stadium as it's slowly being resurrected. Photography is by Bruce Sutherland.

This was taken 2 years ago, before construction on the stadium started
Making good progress

Some of the construction crew

Getting there...

A job not recommended for those wary of heights

A typical Cape Town morning, sporting a stadium shrouded in a misty blanket of cloud
(pic courtesy of www.rycatprojects.org)
And if everything goes according to plan, this is what the Green Point Stadium is going to look like, some day soon...

Nice, eh?

So you see, I'm looking forward to the 2010 Football World Cup, and I really do believe everything's going to turn out just fine. You may think I'm being naive, and perhaps you'd be right. Who knows. Either way, only time will tell. But I've got a good feeling about this. Only 363 days to go. And counting...

P.S. Oh jeez, I almost forgot. There's another upside to the World Cup but in this case, the pictures speak a thousand words :)

Oh yummy
(Pic courtesy of The Times)

Thursday, 11 June 2009

Bad ad deluxe

You know what I hate? These ads.

H.A.T.E. them! Here, have a look:

and this one...


It's not the nekkedness that rubs me up the wrong way. Really, it's not. I've never been a prude and so I'm pretty okay with flashing breasts and other body parts. At times I even encourage it!

But in this case, I just think the ads are horrible and tacky. Eeuw. I can't even put my finger on it exactly. I just dislike them immensely.

'You'll want to show it off'? Yeah sure, but unless you're a stripper surely there are more subtle - classier - ways of doing so.

Just saying.

I don't mean to sound all women's lib and stuff (not that there's anything wrong with that), but I've got the sneaky suspicion that the 'creative' team behind these ads may be guys. Just a feeling. It's like that tv ad for sanitary products that finishes with the tagline: "Have a HAPPY period". Happy?!?!? Are you frikken' kidding me?!?!?!? Let's be clear about this. A period may be many things but 'happy' is NOT ONE OF THEM. It doesn't have to be bad, but happy? No. And I'm sure there's not a woman on the planet who would disagree*. So again, I'm thinking maybe, just maybe, the tagline for that ad was coined by a male copywriter.

Anyway, regardless of whether the bust cream ad was driven by a male or female team, I still think it's a crap ad. Maybe I'm being silly over nothing but c'mon, you don't advertise Viagra using pictures of triumphant erections. And that's a good thing! :)

* The only time when 'happy' and 'period' do work together is when your period is late and you start to suspect the worse. Then, when 'granny and the red ferrari' do eventually pitch, yes, there is a moment of happiness. But it's fleeting. Oh-so-fleeting.


Wednesday, 10 June 2009

Lost in translation

"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick.
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick."

Hmmmmm... interesting. Something tells me that by 'disco stick' Lady Gaga isn't referring to the thing that suspends a disco ball from the ceiling.


Yeah.


Mommy, mommy! What's a disco stick?
(Pause) ...Go ask your father.

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