These argies are crazy

Oh my word! So I stumbled on Rule69 again the other day. It's back up and running quite nicely.

Followed a link to some Oppie regatta pics in Argentina. Can you imagine they send their kids out in those conditions. They must have big balls over there (the kids and the mommies in the parking lot).

I'm on starboard
So am i , but can't see sh1t!
Try not to ramp over the mark now

Don't forget to put that board down

Vernon Koekemoer

ok things are just exploding in our dark corner of africa. If you don't know who Vernon Koekemoer is, where have you been hiding??

So some built dude rocks up to the H2O rave in boksburg (where else) looking like he just played eeny meeny miney moe at Freaky Feast and within a week. the joy of the internet and people with too much time on their hands photoshops him somewhere between Steve Hofmeyer and Chuck Norris.

With mini vernon

just follow the links.

watkykjy

rambo guy


it's scary

WINDY WINDY

Just incase you thought the r27 was a boring drive.


on the R27/Darling turn off...protected by snakes???these hippies are dodgy

take me to the place where the white boys dance

Ardent followers might have noticed the recent decline in posting. It's normally due to one of two different factors. Being too busy and not having time to do it, or doing nothing and having didly squat worth writing about.

Luckily this time it's due to secret answer #3. I've finally finished the time machine! Took forever for the flux capacitors to work properly (ACME sent the damn 110V/60Hz versions), but we took it for a test the other day which is why I wasn't here. The realists would say that if I went back in time, then time here stood still . . . but it looks like life went on fine without me at the usual pace.

Time machine V1.0 just out the lab

So where did we go? 1999, where petrol was R2.20/l and Britney was hot. I don't remember much else, as we really did party like it was 1999. Any suggestions for the next trip?

Close up on the retro dials

ps. It looks like I seem to have disturbed the very fabric of the space-time continuum, as Phil scored a chick last week-end.

Mountains or molehills

Looks like we'll tolerate the neighbourhood stray cats a bit longer -these moles must be gigantic!

I smell bacon

as an ex- matie, i can relate to this crap.

I once (twice actually) slept at SAP hotel as I was getting taken home. Ja sure we got away with murder most of the time, but they were just trying to get cell occupancy up for sh1ts and giggles.



respect to Bohemia for highlighting this absolutely rotten behaviour. String them up with the Reitz vier.

Best cops in the world?? oudtshoorn, the whole country comes to their dorp to party, and they join in the spirit. Legends

rustier than irony

it's been a mad season. you might have notice you've been ignored, there's been plenty on the go.

one of them is the impending big W of buffoon #1 and the safe chickie dickie. luckily i do get the last word here being the MC. an all too assuming position that got me involved in the hens night. I know WTF!

now, how do hen's night photos end up on facebook albums? surely there's like a filter in FBHQ california, that takes that stuff out. You know for people who have absolutely no clue what the hell their senseless actions are doing? they have safety latches on guns, so eminem's mom doesn't blow her own brains - right?

read it and weep

if anyone reading this attending buffoon's event tries this kak, there will be hell to pay.

Some things money can’t buy

So the team got an ultra exclusive invite to a new happening little possie last week. Does Cape Town really really need another exclusive restaurant you say? Well, it is a restaurant, but oh so much more. Trendy little Chelsea village in Wynberg, will do well to keep this one a secret, but word travels like wildfire when superb is just not a good enough description.

The decor

She’s the talk of the local dinner club scene, and hostesses are just falling over themselves booking her for their intimate home functions. Of course we love and know her as bikerchick; but take off the lycra and throw her in a kitchen and surprisingly good results ensue. Her latest venture is definitely worth writing home (or here ) about.

Chefs at work (anonymity was requested)

I walked in to the venue and was immediately impressed by the floral arrangements and artworks on the walls. This is an important feature quite often neglected by our local eateries. It’s done well here partly because bikerchick is a girl with classic taste, but mainly because the venue is a florist/art studio during the daytime.
flowers, flowers, flowers

We were ushered to the private balcony which must be just a 5 iron from the open air theatre (time will tell, but we might need the 3). The hostess ploughed us with wine whilst she got beavering away in the kitchen. Whilst it is a set menu, one is not spoilt for variety – who knew things could be so yummy without adding salami, bacon and other meats? The potato frikkadelletjies where crunchy, yet juicy; the salad of white stuff, greenery and grapes had us fighting over the ladle and the pancake thingymajigs with mushrooms and other crap inside were a taste adventure par excellence.


Table for eight?
The winelist is the only area of concern, as it is a mishmash of pretty much whatever is on special at the Spar. Fortunately a sommelier with five years training in the winelands has been consulted and will be stepping in to order the drinking, which needs the good stuff/plonk sequence to be monitored (tough when the bottles are flying around like helium balloons).

All in all, two thumbs fully up and a repeat review is anticipated with fervent expectation