Photo of a man in traditional African dress, riding a unicycle, with a table on his head

Yep. You read right.

His inverted table legs lost amongst the masts and cranes of the Waterfront and Cape Town harbour.

Taken by Mrs 6000 on Wednesday. Even more fishy pics here.

Quota Photo: Misty Cliffs

Featuring precisely no mist and no cliffs.

Although that is an incoming cold front. You can see it bigger here.

After all the fuss and palaver over the Stop Zuma campaign yesterday (and throughout today) I thought it was best to give myself and my readership a last minute break from all things election and remind you just how beautiful this country can be when it’s not getting all ugly over political issues.

Tomorrow, we’re back onto election stuff, because it’s election day.
But let’s try and keep things a little more lighthearted, shall we?

Happy voting!

They’re building my rocket

Here’s a picture I snapped in the traffic on the way to work yesterday.

Many of you will be thinking that I was trying to catch the slightly spooky mammatus clouds over Koeberg Interchange, juxtaposed against the startlingly bright peachy morning sky to the north.
But you’d only be partially correct.

No – this is to show readers that as part of the ongoing Koeberg Interchange revamp, the Province has finally bowed to my demands for a rocket in order that I don’t have to spend hours each day sitting in the traffic.
While the plebs will be stuck on the new bridge to the N1 (you can see one of the supports on the left), I will be launched in my rocket (under construction, right) to (hopefully) land near my destination in record time.

The only flaw in my otherwise brilliant plan is the election next week, at which it is widely expected that Helen Zille and the DA will capture the Western Cape. Their Transport, Public Works and Public Accounts bloke, Robin Carlisle, was on the radio last night saying that if the DA did win the Province, he would cut back on wasteful expenditure in roads and road-building projects.
I think some may feel that my rocket falls into that bracket.

Thus, I have instructed my workers to get a move on and finish it before next Wednesday. Blast off!

Advance warning

I’m tearing myself away from Mythbusters and Kari Byron in a superhero outfit to give you advance warning that I’m heading out early tomorrow to Somerset West and the beautiful Lourensford Wine Estate for the 2009 CokeZeroFest, featuring the local musical talents of Zebra & Giraffe, The Dirty Skirts, Cassette, Foto na Dans and aKing together with international acts Panic at the Disco, Snow Patrol and Oasis.

How exciting.

I’m taking the X1 along and I’ll be keeping anyone who is interested up to date with photos, videos, tweets etc.

Here are the links you need to have:

All of this will then be followed by a full review on Tuesday, once I have satisfactorily recovered.

Meanwhile, let’s remind ourselves of last year’s Cape Town gig, a show bizarrely headlined by Korn, (who no-one stayed to see) and stolen by the brilliant, brilliant Matt Bellamy and Muse.


Starlight – a highlight.

No Muse on the bill this year, of course; but I’m hoping that PatD will be the surprise hit that 30 Seconds to Mars were last time around. Either way, tune in on the links above and you’ll be the first to know.

It’ll be almost as good as actually being there, but without the traffic hell.

Easter Weekend continued…

The Waterfront was, as promised, packed. Mainly with the entirety of the Man U and Liverpool supporting hordes from Mitchell’s Plain, who waited long and hard in the sun to have their photos taken with the UEFA Champions League Trophy, exchanging age-old insults as they passed each other around the herpetic queuing system.
I’m a patient kind of guy, so I’m happy to wait til Sheffield United bring it back to Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane in May 2011 and I’ll pop over and see it then.
In the meantime, I snapped a couple of quick photos, since I had a camera in my hand and it seemed silly not to:

          
Flickr set: link

My worst fears that the event was going to be drowned out by constant renditions of that god-awful choir singing that they are “The Chammmmpions! THE CHAMMMMMPIONS!!!!” weren’t realised, but I still can’t get it out of my head now anyway. Self-inflicted torture.
(Note to self: would save CIA time and money – suggest at next top secret meeting.)

The African leg of the Heineken-sponsored Champions League Trophy tour started in Nigeria at the end of February before moving on to Algeria, Egypt and then to Cape Town. The tour ends next week in Johannesburg where the trophy will be stolen in an armed raid that no-one could have foreseen. Right.
As it was, there were some big blokes in dark suits with green Heineken security passes positioned near to the trophy, slightly further away from the trophy and actually quite a long way away from the trophy, all trying to blend in with the seagulls and tourists, none of whom were wearing dark suits or the green badges. Tough ask.

This is South Africa, remember? Evidently, our reputation precedes us.

Tomorrow brings with it the obligatory egg hunt in the back garden (assuming that the seasonal bunny hasn’t been trapped and eaten by some bergie in these desperate economical times) and then a lunchtime birthday party at a local pub. Things could be worse.  
And then Monday – Panic at the Disco, Snow Patrol and Oasis at the CokeZeroFest in Somerset West. From the reviews of the Jo’burg event yesterday, it’s going to be superb and almost entirely sugar-free.