Remember Reuben Ireland?
OK, but more specifically the quote from SA wannabe political party COPE?
Well, as the Orange Shitgibbon invites not one, but two, internationally wanted war criminals to his laughably named “Peace Board”, we should also recall the EFF and their political affiliations:
I wouldn’t stand with humus. I’d probably enjoy it on a savoury biscuit or pita bread, while seated.
Free Palenstine.
Appropriate for a Sunday.
I’m not religious. I don’t go to church.
But I could live in one. If it was this one.
At £995,000, it’s a little out of my price range right now, but it is gorgeous.
Apparently, it featured on Grand Designs. I’m a fan of the show, but I haven’t seen this one yet. I’m sure I’d remember.
I’m not sure how long that link above will last, but maybe I’ll be able to find the listing on a archived website once it’s gone. <- NOTE TO FUTURE SELF.
Or…
Look, let me preface this by saying that I won’t be going along to this anyway. But as a 90s raver and a long(ish)-time resident of Oxford, I might give it a go if I was still there.
Because it could be amazing.
The words “Tribute to” could be doing an awful lot of heavy lifting here. But they seem to have lined the best tribute acts up for the four weekend shows this summer, and if it wasn’t terrible, and if you were in the right frame of mind for some potentially iffy music and some fun, AND you had nothing else on that weekend – well, I’d probably give it a go.
I mean, how bad could it be? OK. It could be very bad.
But equally, it could be amazing.
Kevin and Perry is a bit of an odd inclusion, as is “Special Guest – Gladiators Jet”:
Jet from Gladiators to host a millennium barn dance at Yeovil Aerodrome.
Properly policed. It must not, repeat, not turn into an all-night rave.
IYKYK.
Jet will be 56 years old when this event happens. It’s 30 years since her run on Gladiators ended. That’s over half her life. She’s a fully-qualified pyschotherapist now. It won’t be the same.
But the whole thing? Overall? It could be amazing.
Get a few friends together. £40 gets you 18 hours of entertainment with full weekend access, and… well… it could be amazing.
Of course you don’t. No-one sends letters anymore.
But let’s just suppose that you did need to send a letter.
And that you were unlucky enough to be in the United States of America, under the control of Adolf Trump and his evil minions.
Sending a letter is going to cost you an absolute minimum of $0.78.
78¢. That seems a lot to send a letter.
Thankfully, here to help is website Postal Arbitrage. They’ve compiled a list of things that you can order via Amazon which cost less than 78¢ to send.
But how does that help?
If you want to send a letter to someone, how will sending them a 25¢ lime substitute for that?
Because included in that price is a gift message. And so rather than sending a boring old envelope with a bit of paper inside, why not rather organise for a LA MODERNA, Vermicelli Pasta, 7 oz (Pack of 1) | Enriched Durum Wheat Semolina | Kosher, Non-GMO, Iron and Vitamin-Fortified | Thin Vermicelli Noodles for Soups, Broths, and Quick Meals to be delivered, and include your message on the attached gift tag?
They get the message (and the noodles), you save 28¢.
What’s not to like?
I saw this idea described as:
One of those things that makes you laugh. And then makes you think.
And I can’t disagree. Something is wrong with the system… somewhere.
It hasn’t rained much in Cape Town over the last few weeks. Maybe even the last few months.
And there is a bit of “Day Zero” talk entering the chat, although to be fair, we’re a long way from that sort of scenario at the moment (but you never say never).
In fact, looking back, I can only really remember a few hours of rain over the last few months. Two of those hours were last Tuesday night, when we tried to watch the cricket. It didn’t rain all day – just for the few hours when we actually needed it to be dry, so that they could play cricket. And once the cricket (such as it was) was over (no pun intended), it stopped raining and was all hot and dry again.
And the other few hours are… well… now. Again, it’s been a scorcher of a day, but then this evening, it began to rain. Why? Well, that would be because our daughter went to an outdoor concert.
Not this morning (dry), not this afternoon (hot and dry), just this evening. And, much like the evening of the cricket, it looks like the rain will stop pretty much as the concert ends.
There will be no rain tomorrow evening, when there also won’t be a concert.
Perfect.
I once had an idea involving an iceberg, which would have solved Cape Town’s water issues forever.
I did a fair amount of maths and stuff for that, but actually, why bother with dragging a chunk of Antarctica all the way to South Africa and then filling the Franschhoek Valley with ice when I can clearly just make it rain by spending money on weather-sensitive evening activities?
If you need some rain, I’ll just buy expensive tickets for a theatre thing or some tennis (ok, not tennis), and we can all enjoy the precipitation and petrichor as the evening is ruined, the money wasted, but the dams filled up.
IN CASE YOU ARE WONDERING – and I don’t blame you for wanting to ask – no, I can’t see any more events in our diary which will be ruined by rainfall, just yet. So you’re free to go about your business safe in the knowledge that it’s not going to rain on your parade.
Only mine.
But of course, I’ll keep you informed.