There was a partial lunar eclipse this evening. Obviously, I took some photos.

I would have taken more photos, but the camera settings had been altered by Mrs 6000 while she was in Russia, and made little or no sense. I think I was lucky to get anything. I’m going to have to try and sort something out before I use the camera again, but a factory reset might just be the easiest route.

Partial lunar eclipses are arguably amongst the least exciting of all astronomical phenomena, but when you consider what they’re up against – stuff like comets and space stations and meteor showers –  they never really stood much of a chance.

Partial Lunar Eclipse’s big brother, Total Lunar Eclipse, has promised to pop in next July.

Schtop! It’sch not ready yet!

I’m thoroughly wiped out after a really tiring, physically and emotionally draining, and then wonderfully fun, day.

Too much to explain, so please enjoy this ad from several (or more) years ago.

That Dutch guy butting in and helping the film crew do it properly is Ronald Top. I had no idea who Ronald Top is or was, until I recognised him on one of the kids’ series on TV this evening.

You can see another of his Grolsch “Schtop” ads on his website, along with a lot of his other, less important work.



How Many Days Of Water Does Cape Town Have Left?

was too long for a blog post title. In my humble opinion, anyway.

If you want to know the answer to that question, then you might find a visit to local website informative.

I went there just that this morning and I saw this:

Yes, whatever method they’re using, described as:

using our recent consumption as a model for future usage

provides us with the frankly terrifying prospect of October 7th being the day at which Cape Town’s dams hit the apocalyptic 10% mark.

But I think that they’ve got it wrong.

I thought I’d give the rudimentary calculation a go myself.
I went for the mathematically simple:


Long story short, according to the latest city figures, we have 250581 megalitres stored, which is 27.9% of total storage capacity. As has been mentioned ad nauseum, the last 10% of our capacity is “unusable”, so clearly we can only use the first 17.9% bit of that (which is 64.2% of 27.9%).

That’s 160767 megalitres.

And we’re using 642 megalitres a day. So I make that

250 days – April 7th 2018


Far more reasonable, and more than a bit of a difference. I even did it in purple for you, and look, it does fit with Clem Sunter’s prediction/calculation.

Look, if you are going to have a website that only has one purpose, at least make it accurate. Does HasZumaQuitYet need checking too (he said, hopefully)?

Not great. Anyway, all in all, it’s still an excellent reminder that one way or another, pretty soon the only thing we’re going to be waist deep in is Shit Creek.

Sans paddle.


(I think I can see what they’ve done, by the way: they’ve divided the 250581Ml by 100 instead of 27.9 before multiplying by 17.9. I just don’t know who to tell about it. No contact details on there, see?)

The Northern Cape holiday disagreement post

Husband: “I want to go to Calvinia on holiday!”

Wife: “Well, I want to go to Sutherland on holiday!”

Both: “If only there was some way of sorting this rather mild disagreement out!”

Inadvertently finding this place while tracking Mrs 6000’s flight in from Dubai has made my day today.

Look, I had a bad night last night, ok?

Plan for this week

I fully intend to follow this timetable this week:

However, I feel I may inadvertently have peaked too soon.

Yesterday evening, I washed my daughter’s long hair, just ahead of her bedtime. However, upon reaching for the hairdryer, I suddenly realised that it had taken my wife on a trip to Russia and was currently residing on a dressing table somewhere in the Belmond Grand Hotel Europe in Saint Petersburg, some 10,500km away.


With the next door neighbour not answering their phone and the anguish at potentially having to sleep with wet locks growing, I had to improvise quickly, and that’s how we found ourselves sitting in my car in the garage, with the heaters on full blast and “hI” temperature.

Best dad ever.

Not quite as efficient as a genuine hairdryer, but every bit as effective, and with only mild carbon monoxide poisoning to boot. And anyway, my daughter looks cute with rosy cheeks.

Given that start to the week, I can’t even begin to imagine what Friday has in store for me.

Watch out, world!

Image: off the leash