Now that our electricity has come back on, I can share this:
This sounds horribly familiar, but it’s not for us.
This is what we’ve put up with so far this year, though.
It’s been 9 years since Skin stood on my shoulders
Indeed:
An absolutely incredible Skunk Anansie performance at Rocking The Daisies, which was topped off with their iconic lead singer doing some upright crowd surfing, and standing on my shoulders while (probably unironically*) giving Weak a bit of a blast:
Photos via my wife’s Nokia N95, if I remember correctly. Wow.
* I’d like to think so, at least.
Advice
Life is full of people giving you advice. Whether you choose to take that advice comes down to a few factors: Do you want to listen? How does it correlate with your own judgement? And where is the advice coming from?
I can’t really control the first two, but my advice to you today comes from a good place.
It’s genuine, it’s honest, and I wouldn’t be sharing it if I didn’t think it might benefit you. It’s not at all complicated. Quickly and easily dispensed.
It’s just a little thing that I feel will make a positive change in your life, should you choose to follow it.
And the advice is this:
Don’t smash the bridge of your nose on the corner of a large chunk of 70mm square powder-coated steel bar when you’re next at the gym.
See? Nothing too amazing in that, but I can assure you that after a certain event this morning at the gym (involving piece number 17 in case you were wondering), this is advice that I would earnestly give to anyone and everyone that I care about.
And this means you, dear reader.
So. Sore nose, much blood, achy face and TMJs and neck, and potentially the final icing on the coffin which breaks the camel’s back of my burgeoning modelling career. And that weird foggy feeling that descends upon you when you bang your head (I checked and the nose is very much part of the head).
I’ve had better mornings.
Take my advice: don’t do that thing with your face and the steel bar. Really.
Still away (mentally)
It’s amazing how a good break can keep you going way beyond your actual return to normality and real life. And that longevity is being assisted by my (slowly) getting through the photos I took while we were away, and writing Tripadvisor reviews for the places we went and the things we did.
Talk about the sea on your doorstep…
It shows both the power of that site and the (well-placed) confidence of the places we went to, that they were all very anxious for us to share our thoughts on our visit. The cynic in me does wonder if we’d left any given establishment under a dark cloud after a stinker of a stay, whether they would have been quite so keen for us to review them but as that didn’t happen, I guess we’ll never know.
And I have to say that I relied on reviews on Google and Tripadvisor before choosing where we were going to stay. It’s useful to hear the honest opinions of visitors like yourself when you are spending quite a lot of money and – more importantly – valuable family time staying in a place you’ve never been to before. And you can get some useful tips as well: like going to the Mossel Bay Zipline in the morning before the wind gets up and they have to close for safety reasons.
Sometimes, one top tip isn’t enough and you have to help out with a whole itinerary. But that wasn’t the case with this holiday.
But now the resoundingly positive reviews are written – a sign of a really good, well-planned week away – and I’m left with a billion photos to edit.
Soon, I promise. (I know you’re desperately waiting.)
On the way to footy
Indeed, and slightly early, due to a drop off along the way, and a weird lack of inbound traffic. So I pulled over here, and took a (phone) photo:
Beautiful.
There can’t be too many football pitches with this just across the road.
Still, there’s something to be said for an Arnold Laver timber yard right next door to the main car park, too.