Greetings from sunny South Africa, where, having utilised a couple of 737’s and my 3-year old son to help me, I successfully turned the front garden into the horticultural version of Ground Zero, It’s a job I’d been meaning to tackle for ages, so with the alcohol (really, who uses mercury anymore?) hitting a heady 33°C, this seemed the unideal opportunity to do it.
It wasn’t my idea, of course. Mrs 6000 was the one that suggested I make a start on it. I strenuously argued my point and after a terse discussion, thought I had the perfect excuse to get out of it. But the (female) paramedics that were stood over me when I came round said that I could get the stitches put in later and promptly disappeared off for their lunch break.
Knowing that music makes the job go faster (and conveniently drowns out continuing instructions from indoors), SnoopyToo – my iPod – came along with me, and as I attacked a particularly resistant agapantha, I was treated to Fifth Amendment’s Scared Am I. Which summed things up nicely for both the plant and myself.
I thought – as I tore his little roots out of the ground – this is a song I should share with my reader. Both of him.
And thus, having installed the WP Audio Player plugin and plonked a few megs of mp3 into the media library, here it is:
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Fifth Amendment should have made it big. Their nu-metal sound hit the market just as nu-metal was becoming popular, it was just that… well… it just never quite happened for them. A UK tour (I will never forget that night in the backroom at the Bullingdon on Cowley Road), a couple of singles and an album. I bought them all and still have them.
And then a trip to LA. I never heard of them again.
If Alli, their flame-haired singer is out there and reading this, I’d love to know what you’re up to now. If you have some free time, I could do with some help in the garden…



Too much
I do enjoy summer here in the Cape, but today was too much.
My English enzymes can’t cope in these sorts of temperatures and have to be cooled and revived with a special mixture of Castle Milk Stout and Castle Milk Stout. The first four didn’t seem to get through, but after another four I fell into the pool and felt much better.
Later, we headed to the beach with the rest of Cape Town and enjoyed the sea breeze and our square metre of sand, most of which was dug up by Alex and deposited on his sister.
The place quietened down as the sun ducked behind the mountains and the temperature suddenly plummeted to a chilly 34°C and we headed home to the beer fridge.
NOTE: Already been asked several times: this temperature was outside, in the shade, out of the (slight) breeze.
We were happy at 34-35°C, then it suddenly leapt to this peak and then dropped back to 38°C after about 10 minutes.
Cape Town weather is weird.