Gone are the days of the twice weekly sojourns to the old car park in Milnerton.
But Tuesday afternoons bring me to a different car park at the moment.
We nearly died getting here. In slow motion, sure, but still. The Stanhope Road bridge in Claremont – IYKYK – was like the Wild West this afternoon, with four lanes of taxis, Checkers bikes and old women in Mercedes fighting it out to get into the one remaining lane over the bridge. The traffic lights weren’t even being treated as a suggestion by anyone.
Every man, woman and vehicle for him, her and them self.
Absolute chaos.
And this car park is somehow worse today in that there’s a water polo match going on just over there [points], and water polo is the most whistle-happy sport in the world.
Every. Three. Seconds.
Additionally, Vodacom is misbehaving. Not in an illicit corporate way (possibly, anyway), but in just not providing any decent service. And that’s making my time here rather fruitless and very frustrating.
Who even knows if this blog post will work? But I need to get it done now because it’s curry for dinner and Sheffield United for the win this evening.
Well, definitely the curry bit, at least.
Let’s pray to any available deity and hit the PUBLISH button.