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.
…fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eigh… oh, hello!
I was just counting my chickens before they’ve hatched.
In other news, following a nail-bitingly tight 1-0 win at Reading, my beloved Sheffield United now occupy second spot in the Championship. That’s an automatic promotion place, which means that they’ll be back up where they belong in the Premiership next season. Bring it on!
Good Friday passed without too much incident. There was some muffin making and some kalahari kreef braai’ing.
Yum. Seriously Yum.
Tomorrow brings with it the chance to go and see the UEFA Champions League Trophy on display at the V&A Waterfront, which won’t be busy in the middle of the school holidays. It’s fine – I can cope with a few thousand screaming children.
OK – because of the impending Liverpool versus Chelsea game, together with a daughter that really didn’t want to go to sleep this evening, I’m left with approximately 8 minutes to blog.
Part One: Two bands pull out of Coke Zero Fest.
Bullet for my Valentine and The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, two of the headline acts for the Coca-Cola Zero Fest 2009, have pulled out at the last minute. Studio commitments to complete their new studio album and personnel changes were given as reasons for the late cancellations.
Two days notice. Utterly disgusting. Don’t bother coming back – I wasn’t looking forward to hearing your hits… erm… whatever those hits were. I can’t even be arsed to google.
If I’m honest, I was going to use your sets to queue for a burger with everyone else who was using your sets to queue for a burger.
Oh – but also thank you, because, in order to fulfill their promise of 12 hours of music on Easter Monday, the organisers have organised the real professional bands who everyone was wanting to see (Panic! at the Disco, Snow Patrol and Oasis) to deliver “extended performances”. Get in.
Part Two: Quota photo, as supplied from here, via here.
Alan Aubry – Down Memory Lane
The set features self protraits of Alan at various places (mainly) in and around Cape Town.
Very unusual and very cool. And somehow the remote cable only adds to it.
The one above is my favourite and only works because the horizon meets the frame at exactly halfway.
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It’s been a peaceful weekend.
This morning, we headed out to the conveniently local Arderne Gardens in the beautiful autumn sunshine to throw some bread at the ducks; this afternoon, we mainly played with a broken Hoover Aquavac 2200. As you do.
I didn’t bother taking any pictures of the vacuum cleaner (and who can blame me?), but I did get a few of the ducks. My particular favourite is this one:
…which, on closer examination, doesn’t actually feature any ducks at all.
Anyway, even if you don’t like that, then you still might want to try clicking here to see the rest of the set, which is generally less “arty” and more “colourful” and does feature several varieties of “duck”. I promise.
I know – belated at best. But read on.
Whizzing around the internet, as I am wont to do on occasion, I came across the photography of Cape Town local Joy-Anne Goodenough. I skipped through a few people shots (lovely, I’m sure, but I’m not into people shots) but had to pause at some of the beachy, landscapey, sunsetty ones. Wow.
Biggness top and bottom
That these two pics were taken at last light on December 31st last year somehow makes them even more special. Even though, when one leaves romance and spirituality to one side for a moment, it’s “just another sunset”, albeit a beautiful one.
I’ve said before that taking good photos in Cape Town really isn’t difficult. And I mentioned then that the standards are therefore raised. That to be exceptional, your pictures have to be… well… exceptional. Stuffs like these inspires me to stop feeding the kids for a while and saving the money up towards a DSLR. I could give up beer, but that would mean a degree of personal suffering and there’s only so far I’m willing to go for the sake of my art.
Also of interest is a comparison between Joy-Anne’s favourite shots and mine. Striking similarities abound. Vineyards, Chapman’s Peak, arty beach stuff. She also does sunrises. I try to avoid those whenever possible.