Well, I think that this says it all:

Yes, it would seem that less one in every thousand people want the Cape to be turned into France.
And who can blame the other 999.1 people who think that it’s a terrible idea?

Now, I’m not a bad loser – not ever – but it does suddenly seem like I am a very bad winner.
So, Walter Laurie and your:

Even you have to admit that Cape party support is growing, and that their push toward Cape self-rule has some credibility. No?

No. Because just when we thought it really couldn’t get any smaller, it looks to me like your already pisspoor 0.13% share of the vote in the 2009 National Elections has somehow managed to decrease by 31%.
Thirty-one percent!


But it’s not just me, it’s the entirety of the Western Cape that thinks your idea is a bad idea.
And so now, with apologies to the immortal words of Bjørge Lillelien, I say to you:

Walter Laurie, Chris du Plessis, Erecting a big wall somewhere near Port Elizabeth, John M Riggs and your racist comments, The Cape Republic, Jack Miller, Jack Miller, can you hear me? Your boys took a hell of a beating.
Your boys took a hell of a beating.

Now, let’s all look forward to the Cape Party support “growing” in numbers and credibility in the next elections in 2014.

Notes on attending an 80s charity disco at the False Bay Rugby Club

Catchy title, hey? But it does exactly what it says on the tin.

The evening in question was aimed at those of us who grew up in the 80s and wanted to relive that “school disco” experience, while raising some much-needed money for the Red Cross Children’s Hospital. It was a good plan and it was a good night. While dancing the hours away, I found myself observing the event from a blogger’s eye (I hate it when that happens, but it happens a lot) and here (in no particular order) are some of the thoughts I had:

  1. The Southern Suburbs of Cape Town are like a giant incestuous net.
    Nothing new in my saying that, but there was plenty of further evidence that you can never really escape from their clutches. Everyone knew everyone else, but hadn’t seen them in years, save for the occasional cross-aisle glimpse at Constantia PicknPay and (tellingly) in passing on the school run. And even those who weren’t present yesterday evening weren’t far away. “She’s in London, but moving back in July” or “Ja, he couldn’t make it tonight, but I saw him at the rugby last week” etc etc.
    From an outsider’s perspective, especially one who flew the Sheffield nest at a relatively young age, it’s quite terrifying.
    My kids will probably be just like that one day.
    (Tied to the Southern Suburbs, I mean; not terrifying or incestuous)
  2. The difference between what made it big in South Africa and what made it big in the UK is a large difference.
    I’ve seen this before too, with Alphaville and more recently Roxette, who both did “OK” in Britain, but were apparently MASSIVE here.
    Some of the reasoning for other bands is fairly straightforward: Eddy Grant’s Gimme Hope Jo’Anna and Free Nelson Mandela by the Specials AKA – both played last night – never made it big here in the 80s. Strange, but true.
    In addition, local (Brakpan) rockers éVoid never had any chart success in the UK, although their song Shadows is worth a listen and could have held its own with any decent British 80s New Romantic/Electronica.
    But then there’s the weird stuff: The Smiths cleared the dance floor last night, aside from me, who was more than happy to shoegaze to Panic and Ask.  The dance floor was hastily refilled when some Talking Heads was applied. Now, of course, I know about Talking Heads, but they had very, very limited appeal in the UK (just 1 top six single). They were however, to coin Alphaville’s phrase, Big in Japan though. And evidently here too.
    I have no idea why this dichotomy should exist.
  3. The Tall Accountant strode across to me (didn’t take much, he was nearby anyway and has a huge stride) as Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns ‘n Roses began and announced, in an accent oddly-reminiscent of Mr Darcy from Pride & Prejudice:
    This is the greatest song ever recordedI shall hear no argument.
    before moving into an expressive and obviously well-rehearsed air guitar routine.
    He was wrong of course, but I felt that there was little point in telling him so.
  4. In this digital age, there is no excuse for sk-ipping sound on each and ev-ery track.
    It was v-ery ann-oying.
  5. It was just like a school disco. I even felt a bit guilty drinking my Black Label and expected it to be confiscated at any moment.
    The major difference was that I never needed to employ a babysitter when I went to school discos. I suppose that has changed these days too.
    Which brings me to the biggest realisation of the entire evening:
  6. We are getting old. The number of times that I thought how much better music was then than it is now (and I know that I wasn’t alone in thinking it). Of course, those who grew up in the 60s thought that about the 80s and those who grew up in the 70s thought that about the 90s (but they were very obviously incorrect).
    Sadly, in all likelihood, in twenty years time, the young people of today will be saying the same about Justin Bieber.
    It’s a frankly terrifying thought.

* for @simonwillo

Ajax to return to Cape Town Stadium

Favourable grass-growing conditions, plus some expert love and care by the Cape Town Stadium groundstaff means that despite previous reports to the contrary, Ajax Cape Town’s final game of the season will be staged at the Mother City’s World Cup venue:

Ajax Cape Town is returning to Cape Town Stadium for their last game of season against Maritzburg United on May 21, 2011.
The last game of the season for Ajax Cape Town is certainly going to be the most important game played in Cape Town since the semi-final of the 2010 World Cup.
Local support for Ajax Cape Town is vital to provide the final surge across the finish line. We urge the City and the people of Cape Town to get behind the Urban Warriors as they strive to bring the PSL Championship trophy home.

After a mixed response to their previous games at the venue, i, they’re putting on a Football Festival in order to pull the crowds in:

Ajax is planning a major soccer feast at the Cape Town Stadium when they play Maritzburg United.

The Urban Warriors are making 40 000 seats available to the people of Cape Town to ensure that everyone have an opportunity to witness Ajax Cape Town winning their first ABSA Premiership League title in their history.

Shooz Mekuto the Ajax PRO said, “I am very excited with the developments ahead of our last PSL fixture at the Cape Town Stadium for the current season. I am inviting all the people of Cape Town to come a watch history unfold when Ajax Cape Town lift the ABSA Premiership trophy for the first time.”

Shooz may be confident, but Maritzburg United will be no pushover in a game which Ajax have to win to be sure of claiming the title. “The Team of Choice” beat high-flying Mamelodi Sunclowns on their last outing.
Still, that’s all the more reason for locals to come out and support the Urban Warriors next Saturday. The city is making the Fan Walk and the Park & Ride facilities available to supporters and (with the right result) it should be a great day for Cape Town football.
I will, of course, be there: if you want to say hi, I’ll be the tall, good-looking bloke in red and white.

Tickets are now on sale from everyone’s favourite online outlet, Computicket and are priced at R40, R60 and R80.

Pressing matters

Some of you will recall that a few weeks ago, I realised that with a wedding anniversary coming up, I needed a suitable gift for the lovely Mrs 6000. Having done some rudimentary calculations, I was able to deduce that we have been married 6 years and a small amount of research informed me that this is therefore our “iron” anniversary.

Iron is nowhere near as easy as (last year’s) wood to find something appropriate as a gift. Wood is used virtually everywhere: jewellery, ornaments, spoons, trees – most things around us have some wood in them somewhere and finding a beautiful gift was not difficult.
Interestingly, iron is also found everywhere, but not often in appropriate gift form: heavy machinery, shipping chains, big nails. It’s not what she would want as a present from her loving husband.

Then I realised that I was thinking laterally and not literally:  don’t get something made of iron, per se, but why not get her an actual iron! Practical, modern and very obviously iron-related! Brilliant!

Step forward this funky little number from Russell Hobbs (the Easy Fill 17877), featuring:

  • 2400W element
  • Unique water filling funnel
  • Anti calcium and drip functions
  • Ceramic soleplate – smoooooth, baby!
  • Purple easigrip™ handle – feels so good!
  • 6 steam settings
  • 12 month guarantee

I think that even the most inventive amongst you would be hard pushed to find a better present. I can like to think out of the box! Talking of which: I can’t wait to see her face when she gets this out of its box over dinner. Boom!

Looking ahead:

For the seventh anniversary, traditional materials are copper and wool and the modern materials are brass and desk sets.

Copper, hey? Maybe we can get that rewiring in the garage done…


My little boy is not so little any more.
Today is his fifth birthday and that long, dark, chilly day at Cape Town Medi-Clinic seems a long long way back.

We’re very lucky to have such a great son and his sister is very lucky to have such a loving big brother. I guess that basically, what I’m saying here is that we’ve decided to keep him a bit longer.

Happy Birthday, Alex.