…fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eigh… oh, hello!
I was just counting my chickens before they’ve hatched.
In other news, following a nail-bitingly tight 1-0 win at Reading, my beloved Sheffield United now occupy second spot in the Championship. That’s an automatic promotion place, which means that they’ll be back up where they belong in the Premiership next season. Bring it on!
Good Friday passed without too much incident. There was some muffin making and some kalahari kreef braai’ing.
Yum. Seriously Yum.
Tomorrow brings with it the chance to go and see the UEFA Champions League Trophy on display at the V&A Waterfront, which won’t be busy in the middle of the school holidays. It’s fine – I can cope with a few thousand screaming children.
After the whole “Zuma raping Justice” cartoon furore, things have died down a little for rogue cartoonist Jonathan “Zapiro” Shapiro. We’ve hearly heard a peep from him over the last few months. What a pleasure.
So it was about time he came up with a plan to irritate some group or other and get himself back into the headlines. But – devoid of ideas and inspiration and with a shortened deadline due to a major religious holiday, what was he supposed to do?
The answer was obvious: rehash some contentious old stuff and add a touch of spice by throwing in some religious imagery – a surefire hit after the big Sax Appeal rumpus.
This cartoon removed at the
request of Zapiro’s legal team
6000, September 2009
Zapiro’s latest offering from mg.co.za
So: ANC factions nailing Jesus Justice to the cross while the NPA washes it’s hands of the affair under Zuma’s shower. All just in time for Easter.
Yep – that should last him another few weeks.
Incoming DM (direct message) on twitter:
You doing alright? If I’m not mistaken, you and I had a romantic moment some years ago. Can’t remember it, but hope all is forgiven.
Jeremy Nell / JeremyTNell
Erm… no. You are mistaken. Really.
And why would I be forgiving you?
Do you usually expect forgiveness when you can’t remember what you did during a ‘romantic moment’?
Have you got some sort of history in this regard?
We’ve never met, OK? Romantically or otherwise.
OK – I’m scaring myself now.
OK – because of the impending Liverpool versus Chelsea game, together with a daughter that really didn’t want to go to sleep this evening, I’m left with approximately 8 minutes to blog.
Part One: Two bands pull out of Coke Zero Fest.
Bullet for my Valentine and The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, two of the headline acts for the Coca-Cola Zero Fest 2009, have pulled out at the last minute. Studio commitments to complete their new studio album and personnel changes were given as reasons for the late cancellations.
Two days notice. Utterly disgusting. Don’t bother coming back – I wasn’t looking forward to hearing your hits… erm… whatever those hits were. I can’t even be arsed to google.
If I’m honest, I was going to use your sets to queue for a burger with everyone else who was using your sets to queue for a burger.
Oh – but also thank you, because, in order to fulfill their promise of 12 hours of music on Easter Monday, the organisers have organised the real professional bands who everyone was wanting to see (Panic! at the Disco, Snow Patrol and Oasis) to deliver “extended performances”. Get in.
Part Two: Quota photo, as supplied from here, via here.
Alan Aubry – Down Memory Lane
The set features self protraits of Alan at various places (mainly) in and around Cape Town.
Very unusual and very cool. And somehow the remote cable only adds to it.
The one above is my favourite and only works because the horizon meets the frame at exactly halfway.
I am beginning to suspect that there may have been a degree of political interference in my health. That’s the only explanation I can think of for this trumped-up chest infection and the misery that goes with it.
I’m thinking of getting the NPA to decide if the sickness I’m suffering can be dropped as soon as possible, but I suspect that even if I did manage to convince them to do it, Helen Zille would immediately launch a civil infection against me.
A problem shared is a problem halved, so I passed on my viruses onto little K-pu – well, she seems to be doing fine with half my genes.
The results were dramatic. So far, several people have been covered in baby vomit. Fortunately, as a scientist, I choose to observe from a distance. Just out of range.
The initial decision to infect my daughter, together with the messy outcome has left me rather unpopular, except with the paediatrician and local pharmacies, who are bucking the trend of the recession in which South Africa doesn’t find itself.
So, ostracised to the bedroom where I can’t infect anyone, I’m left with choosing which UEFA champignons league quarter-final to watch, listening to Franz Ferdinand’s Lucid Dreams, (http://tr.im/franz) and eating fruit salad. Helfee, you see?
Later this week, I will be blogging about the upcoming CokeZeroFest at Lourensford, Somerset West. Watch this space.
Written on my Sony Ericsson Xperia X1. In bed.
And really getting a little fed up of it now, frankly.