I’m tearing myself away from Mythbusters and Kari Byron in a superhero outfit to give you advance warning that I’m heading out early tomorrow to Somerset West and the beautiful Lourensford Wine Estate for the 2009 CokeZeroFest, featuring the local musical talents of Zebra & Giraffe, The Dirty Skirts, Cassette, Foto na Dans and aKing together with international acts Panic at the Disco, Snow Patrol and Oasis.
I’m taking the X1 along and I’ll be keeping anyone who is interested up to date with photos, videos, tweets etc.
Here are the links you need to have:
All of this will then be followed by a full review on Tuesday, once I have satisfactorily recovered.
Meanwhile, let’s remind ourselves of last year’s Cape Town gig, a show bizarrely headlined by Korn, (who no-one stayed to see) and stolen by the brilliant, brilliant Matt Bellamy and Muse.
Starlight – a highlight.
No Muse on the bill this year, of course; but I’m hoping that PatD will be the surprise hit that 30 Seconds to Mars were last time around. Either way, tune in on the links above and you’ll be the first to know.
It’ll be almost as good as actually being there, but without the traffic hell.
The Waterfront was, as promised, packed. Mainly with the entirety of the Man U and Liverpool supporting hordes from Mitchell’s Plain, who waited long and hard in the sun to have their photos taken with the UEFA Champions League Trophy, exchanging age-old insults as they passed each other around the herpetic queuing system.
I’m a patient kind of guy, so I’m happy to wait til Sheffield United bring it back to Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane in May 2011 and I’ll pop over and see it then.
In the meantime, I snapped a couple of quick photos, since I had a camera in my hand and it seemed silly not to:
Flickr set: link
My worst fears that the event was going to be drowned out by constant renditions of that god-awful choir singing that they are “The Chammmmpions! THE CHAMMMMMPIONS!!!!” weren’t realised, but I still can’t get it out of my head now anyway. Self-inflicted torture.
(Note to self: would save CIA time and money – suggest at next top secret meeting.)
The African leg of the Heineken-sponsored Champions League Trophy tour started in Nigeria at the end of February before moving on to Algeria, Egypt and then to Cape Town. The tour ends next week in Johannesburg where the trophy will be stolen in an armed raid that no-one could have foreseen. Right.
As it was, there were some big blokes in dark suits with green Heineken security passes positioned near to the trophy, slightly further away from the trophy and actually quite a long way away from the trophy, all trying to blend in with the seagulls and tourists, none of whom were wearing dark suits or the green badges. Tough ask.
This is South Africa, remember? Evidently, our reputation precedes us.
Tomorrow brings with it the obligatory egg hunt in the back garden (assuming that the seasonal bunny hasn’t been trapped and eaten by some bergie in these desperate economical times) and then a lunchtime birthday party at a local pub. Things could be worse.
And then Monday – Panic at the Disco, Snow Patrol and Oasis at the CokeZeroFest in Somerset West. From the reviews of the Jo’burg event yesterday, it’s going to be superb and almost entirely sugar-free.
…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.