Footy

With a friend’s sons playing (for two different schools…!?!) at the Wynberg Freedom Cup this long pseudo-weekend, I’ve taken a couple of trips down the road to watch and support them, and enjoy some schoolboy football.

It’s not the usual thing we’re used to up at this end of town, with Rugby, Rugby, Rugby and Cricket being the standard sports of choice, and Football coming in a distant fifth (or sometimes even sixth behind Rugby). But this invitational tournament features a lot of local schools, and several from up country as well, and it’s been well-organised, well-attended and well-supported.

And because of the heavy rain yesterday morning, turning at least some of each of the seven pitches into churned up mudbaths, it very much reminded me of my own school footy. OK, maybe not quite as cold or deep, but somehow every bit as messy. Also, I don’t remember there being a vineyard at one end of our field. Or Table Mountain beyond it. But it’s been a while, and maybe I’ve just forgotten these things.

Thankfully, today dawned much more brightly, and it was almost pleasant (if rather bracing at 9oC) for the [checks notes] 7:30am kick off. Two goals for our protagonist in this one, as his side romped to a 9-0 demolition of a sleepy, lacklustre opposition. Even Oscar put one in.

The semis and finals are all on tomorrow (Saturday) if you want to go through: entry is free.
Sadly, given the actual professional football happening tomorrow, I’ll likely be watching my favourite sport at home rather than out on the touchline. But this has been a nice distraction from building work and everything else at home.

Sherlock Holmes has entered the chat

The London-based, Victorian detective is famed as being one of the greatest sleuths of all time, but I think that he might finally have met his match, just 138 years after he first appeared in A Study in Scarlet.

Sure, Holmes may have worked out that The Hound Of The Baskervilles was just a dog painted with phosphorous. He might have deduced that Jefferson Hope killed Drebber and Stangerson, but he would surely have been flummoxed by some of the modern mysteries that plague us today.

Thankfully, I have found someone on Reddit. Someone who shall remain nameless: let’s call them No-Entrance4253 (because that’s their name on Reddit), who has not only asked a question, but then formed their own possible hypothesis as to what might be going on.

Look at that. Just look at it. Wow.

The human mind does not get any more brilliantly analytical than this.

Holmes might have had his:

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

but No-Entrance4253 left the impossible right out of this. No-Entrance4253 then completely disregarded the improbable and went straight for the jugular of truth. There’s no water in my house in Newlands. There is a burst water main in Newlands. Could these two things be connected? YES, THEY COULD.

You can’t be sure, though. You can’t just dive in and assume that correlation is causation. So just add the word “maybe” into that second statement. Play it safe.

The only way to really convince the audience, which is collectively fawning over your mental abilities, is to post on the Cape Town subreddit and see what people say. Sherlock Holmes never had this sort of luxury: he had to put a Classified Advertisement in The Times of London, looking for some sort of validation. It took days to get a response, maybe even weeks.

No-Entrance4253 immediately got several responses, amazingly absolutely none of them taking the piss (I was sitting on my hands).

Incredible.

Tune into 6000 miles… again tomorrow, as we watch local Reddit user LilywhiteFormat271 take on one of the biggest mathematical questions that humanity has ever faced, and come up with a shocking answer of… 4.

Tough (stuff?) times

What with one thing and another, the last few weeks have been rather difficult and disrupted. I’m equally ready and absolutely not ready at all to get back into some sort of new normality, but with (at least) another two weeks of bathroom renovations to go, I can’t see it being a smooth transition.

Still, I’m really not in the mood to let my mind idle for too long, and so I’ve been throwing myself into doing stuff as much as possible. I’ve got plans for sprucing up the spare room and the kids’ bathroom, but I can’t do that at the moment because they’re two of the most important rooms in the house with the ongoing renovations.

We spent yesterday afternoon rebuilding part of the garden. I’ve been repotting plants and tidying up out there again this morning, fighting – and comprehensively being defeated by – the bergwind and the autumnal leaves. And now, after this blog post and before the afternoon’s footy and this evening’s braai, I intend to hit the Geoguessr website for the first time in over a month.

And should I run out of other stuff to do (unlikely), I do still have about a million photos that need cataloguing. That would likely be a plan for later in the week, though. It might be (and it is) 35oC today, but we’re due for a maximum of 12oC on Thursday.

There’s even talk of lighting a fire simply to keep warm, and not to cook food on. Crazy, crazy times.

Or “Autumn”, as we usually call it.

Never forget the seahorse…

I was scrolling through some old photos on my phone this afternoon, when I came across this…

It’s actually a chicken nugget from a buffet at a birthday party at a restaurant in Kalk Bay, back in April 2022.

But it really does look like a seahorse. Or a knight from a chess set that has crispy, deep-fried pieces.

It was apparently considered remarkable enough at the time to record for posterity. (Alcohol may have been involved.)

And apparently still remarkable enough to make it into a blog post 3 years later. And I’m completely sober at the moment.

Trailer Hire

Bit late with today’s post, but maybe someone can please try and explain this one to me.

It’s a Facebook post from a trailer hire place down in Agulhas, and it starts off quite reasonably.

But then they add the hashtags, and I’ve actually no idea what is going on…

The smiley face at the end is the icing on the cake.

#karma #bitch #pitch #karma

Help. I don’t understand.