Strike One

Of course, the intended effect of a strike or any other industrial action is to demonstrate the value of the service that industry provides, simply by withdrawing it. And there’s no question that the taxi industry in Cape Town (and South Africa) provides a very valuable service.

However, if you then have to resort to intimidation and violence to prevent people from circumnavigating your withdrawn service, then that does rather undermine the message that your service is irreplaceable.

And not allowing individuals to make their own decisions about how they choose to get around has implications far beyond the apparently spurious reasons for calling the strike in the first place.

But it’s all become a power game now, and the taxi bosses don’t care that hundreds of thousands of breadwinners aren’t able to get to work, get paid and put food on the family table. They’re happy to overlook the fact that kids can’t get to school with exams just a couple of months away. They have no qualms about healthcare facilities for the most vulnerable being closed. And they might pass lip service about “peaceful protest” in open letters, but the fact is that they are more than happy to sit on their thrones while their underlings fight each other and everyone else.

If it’s a battle for hearts and minds – which so many of these disputes seems to come down to in the end – you’d think that maybe they’ve lost this one. But with the alternatives too sparse and too risky to use, it’s not like it won’t just be business as usual anyway when the strike ends (allegedly) on Thursday.

Sunday

Not much from me today. Got some jobs done in the sunshine. Watched a bit of football.

Bit knackered now and not really ready for the week ahead.

Does it show?

I’m not doing a triathlon

Because why would I? I don’t like swimming or cycling and I only run to keep fit – there is no joy in mass participation events for me.

I’m wondering if this article was written with someone slightly more enthusiastic than me in mind:

After a successful party last night, and a good night’s sleep, I’m feeling a lot better. I’m going to give the beer and sleep method another go tonight and see if I can be completely mended by tomorrow.

Bit battered

Everything is sore today. No known reason why, and no one specific bit any worse than any other. I just feel like I’ve been stuck in a tumble dryer on a roller coaster. All the bits hurt. All of them.
I’m a bit battered and I’m getting old.

BUT…

It feels a bit Covidy. A bit.
But on the plus side, given the mysterious aetiology and the sudden onset (about last night at 7pm), there’s every chance that I could be fine very shortly.

And it’s not like I’ve let this minor inconvenience get in the way. 16 round for curry and drinks tonight, and it’s all set up and ready to go. OK, I did have some assistance getting all the beers to the car, but other than that – it’s all been good.

Right. Time for horseriding (not me). Time for coffee and standing watching the horseriding (me).

Thank you for the day

In a country where every conversation since May has begun with some comment about the cold, wintery weather, HOW FLIPPIN’ GOOD was it when I opened up the back door at 6 this morning to a 19oC bergwind?

Delicious.

Every house in Cape Town has flung its windows and doors wide open to get the cold out and the warmth in. I bathed the beagle and painted a wheelbarrow. All the outdoor job bases covered then.

It would be lovely if it could continue through the upcoming weekend, but that’s just a pipe dream. Still, it’s a balmy 21 out there as I write this just before 8pm.

More like this, please.