Not much longer

Not feeling great today, so quick quota photo taken from the Elton John concert the other night.

Those are Cape Town’s Northern Suburbs in the sun, Goodwood through to Bellville. And in the foreground, in the shadow of the mountain, Newlands Stadium.
Somewhere between the two (towards the right) is the Athlone Power Station, whose two iconic cooling towers are due for demolition on 30th May this year, prompting a storm of protest from some quarters that it is happening “so close to the World Cup”. 

I don’t think they realise that it’s more likely to take 12 seconds than 12 days.

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Ray Cooper is insane

Seriously.

We actually had a good time at the Elton John gig last night. No, I’m not a fan of his music, but I have huge respect for his musical ability and his understated showmanship. You don’t last in any business as long as he has without being damn good at it – and he is.
Slipping seamlessly from classical piano to honky-tonk and back again, he gave an impressive three hour show playing many (but notably, not all) of his big hits, plus some of his new material which I hadn’t heard before and won’t be hearing again.

Elton played piano and sang to us for about an hour before being joined on stage by Ray Cooper.
Because I’d never heard of Ray Cooper, for some reason, I had formed a mental image of a cross between Ray Charles and Tommy Cooper. But hopefully more alive.
What we got was a well-dressed (crisp white shirt, tie, braces) 68-year old percussionist
My initial thoughts were that there was no fez. Also that, more importantly, I may have been mistaken on the “more alive” bit.

I was wrong. How very wrong.

Dear [chosen deity, if any]. For two hours, he hit drums, cymbals, more drums, more cymbals, a xylophone, tubular bells, more drums, a marimba and some more drums with more power and more energy than I could have managed for 2 minutes. And he got 37 different sounds out of single tambourine. Which – whichever way you look at it – is impressive. But the sheer energy and speed of his work was incredible, dancing between timpani and bongos and not putting a foot, hand or drumstick wrong all night. It was amazing.

I did grab some quick video of ”Mr C” at work – please excuse the occasional shakiness. I only brought the camera along to take some pictures: I wasn’t planning to video, so I wasn’t well set up. Remember – this guy is 68 (sixty-eight) years old and he’s been banging away like this for almost two hours already. It really is worth a watch.

Incredible.

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Because today is today…

And that day is National Cleavage Day in South Africa, as sponsored by Wonderbra, I thought I’d give you a couple of quota photos:

     

Here’s a pair of great tits (Parus major) as snapped by my dad in France earlier this year.
(sorry)…

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Damp grass beckons

Quick one from me today as I have to go and lie in a moist field while being aurally assaulted this evening. This on top of having a miserable cold and sore throat. That’ll help, then.
Those of you familiar with the Cape Town calendar and my musical tastes will have already worked out where I’m going for tonight’s entertainment. The weather appears to have it in for me though, with absolutely no rain forecast to wet his piano.

I’m reading the FAQs for tonight’s event. Apparently:

Activities such as ‘stage diving’, ‘moshing’, ‘climbing’ and ‘crowd surfing’ are strictly prohibited for your own safety.

No moshing? For real? How the hell am I supposed to get down to Crocodile Rock without moshing?
Although there are also some helpful hints for those planning a quick escape:

Persons deemed to be behaving in a manner that is dangerous or unacceptable to management will be refused admission and/or removed from the venue

That sounds doable… But then Mrs 6000 would never speak to me again. Sigh.
I will just have to drown my sorrows with Milk Stout and sneak my iPod in.

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How to ruin a charity auction

Bah. I didn’t want to post this on here. I hate it when real life collides with blog life. And in somewhere as small as Cape Town (and its notorious Southern Suburbs) collisions are unavoidable. I even bumped into Ashanti in the pub the other day. Seriaas.
Can you imagine how much fun that was? (And did you know that The Sun newspaper in the UK read my post and then rang them for a comment?)
(No – neither did I.)
(Obviously, I do now.)

But this has really annoyed me and needs to be got out of my system. And, bolstered by my Constitutional right to freedom of speech, I’m going to speak. Freely.
Please be warned that rude words may follow, although I’ll try to limit them as much as possible. After all, my Mum reads this blog.

Charity begins at home, but if you don’t have a home, that’s an absolute bummer. If you don’t have a home, you don’t have a kitchen and if you don’t have a kitchen, you’re likely to be going hungry. This lack of home, kitchen and food is all too common in South Africa and so I was delighted to help out in a silent auction via email for the Hopetown Soup Kitchen. When I say “help out”, I wasn’t organising or anything, I was bidding.
You can see a list of the items and the sponsors on that link above. Nice stuff; generous folks.

Bids were flying in from left, right and centre and we were ably kept up to date by organiser Nikki. Banter was exchanged, but all in good humour. With it being a long weekend, the auction was even extended by 48 hours so that people who had given work email addresses could get back to the office on Tuesday and not miss out. It was that sort of real friendly atmosphere: people enjoying a bit of healthy, fun competition against their friends while doing their bit for charity.
And then at 8pm last night, the silent hammer came down. Silently. The group email was sent out and R4,700 had been raised for Hopetown Soup Kitchen. Well done all.

And then, (literally) 2 minutes later, a second email. Updated results. An updated total. But how?
How, because apparently at 7:59, some [naughty word] – we will call him Martin - had added an extra R10 (“Ten” “Rand”) (90p) ($1.30) to each of three items and won them.
Honestly: ten rand? Ten. Rand.
What an utter [deleted].

So stuff which had been going up R50 or R100 per bid was sold for odd totals like R760 and R1010. And the joy of winning something and doing one’s bit for charity, which had previously been spread across a range of individuals, was cornered by one [censored] individual with his tight-fisted, over-competitive, last-minute greediness.

There will be those of you who will point out that Martin still has to pay up for the stuff he won with his extra R30, and that the money is all going to a good cause. And you’d be right on an absolute minimum of two counts. But he’s still picked up three rather nice items at well below their retail value with his unnecessarily competitive tactics.

To be honest, organiser Nikki handled it with graceful professionalism. But I’ll bet that was only because Martin had put a delivery receipt on his email and would have moaned if she’d not acknowledged his bids. Personally, I would have told him exactly where to stuff his R30 and let him know how utterly classless and distasteful his behaviour was. But maybe Nikki isn’t from Yorkshire.

Looks like it was Martin‘s lucky day in more ways then one, then.

Note: Martin‘s email address is available to the highest bidder in the comments section below.
All proceeds to the Hopetown Soup Kitchen. Reserve price is R31.

UPDATE: Group email calls on Martin to raise each of his R10 to at least R50 to save face.
Second group email describes Martin as “not ethical” and laments his “rough call”.

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