The end is naai

Always wanted to use that phrase (which will mean a lot more to local readers than to anyone elsewhere). But yes, its death knell is sounding, it has one foot in the grave, it is moribund and it is clearly no longer pining for the fjords.

What is it?

Padel. Padel is what it is.

About two years ago, some sage bloke wrote a rather witty and perhaps not ever so kind piece about the this sport, which ended with the lines:

Thankfully, it won’t be around for long.
Please remember to recycle your bat on the way out.

And golly gosh, it seems like he was right. The time has come and the fad has passed.

The Daily Maverick told us last week of the upcoming complete over-saturation of the padel market and the inevitable crash that will… er… inevitably follow. Because there are lessons to be learned from those who came before SA:

Trends come and go, and a look at international markets may hold some clues for eager padel investors. In Sweden, which was once a padel pioneer, the market is now struggling with oversaturation. As a result, Swedish giant We Are Padel is applying for corporate restructuring and may have to close half of its 80 venues.

South Africa is following exactly the same trajectory as Sweden did, and look what’s happening here now:

Although the early adopters of padel were cashing in, paying off their courts within a year thanks to their 70% occupancy rates, things have shifted. Most South African padel courts now operate at just 30% to 50% occupancy, according to Roger Barrow, general manager of the Padel Building Company.

And with fewer people playing – and therefore paying – and even more courts appearing:

Virgin Active Padel Club, already home to 65 courts, plans to push that number to nearly 100 by mid-2025

it’s surely only a matter of time before the bottom drops out of the market.

Oh no.

Hey, and to add to those woes, there’s the sudden appearance of Pickleball.

Looks like you came to the wrong neighbourhood, motherfunster.

Pickleball is another sport that shit tennis players can try to play to help them forget just how bad they are at tennis.
But I won’t be joining them because (contrary to popular belief) I’m not an septuagenarian living in a Florida retirement complex.

Yet.

Anyway, Pickleball is seen as “a market disruptor” (for translation, see this post), and probably the only thing that will keep local Padel players from defecting is the fact that Pickleball is crazily accessible to many more of the economic demographics, unlike the rather elite and aloof Padel, which for starters, has to be played in a huge aquarium.

Either way, though. It’s clear that the end is indeed naai, Padel naaiers.

Hate to say I told you so.

2017 Sunset

I was looking through some old images earlier when I found this one of a Suiderstrand sunset.

Obviously a lot has changed since this was taken back in December 2017. Not just in Suiderstrand (none of which you can see anyway), but in the world in general. Not even Cyril was in charge back when this was taken. Of course, there are some who would say he’s never really been in charge.

Anyway, rich, golden tones over the most very easterly bit of the Atlantic Ocean. And the lagoon somewhere down there too.

Make life (a bit) better

Look, I don’t spend a lot of time on social media.
Maybe I’m just too old for it, maybe I have better things to do with my life.

Maybe both.

But when I am on there, the algorithm tends to give me a lot of similar stuff. In no particular order: football, travel, photography, geography, quiz questions. Those kind of things.

And it was while I was watching a video from an American lady preparing to visit Africa (specifically Nigeria and Kenya), and asking the online world if she should be taking anti-malarial medication*, that I noticed that a local “influencer” – who is not medically qualified, obviously – commenting and saying no, she shouldn’t, because (and here I quote):

They just mask the symptoms of the actual illness.

This is quite clearly bullshit.

Now, we should all be well used to influencers spouting BS, because that’s how they make their money. Honestly, who in the right mind is going to genuinely criticise a brand or product that is paying for their flights, accommodation and everything else? But doing puff pieces for money is one thing (and yes, it’s actually rather iffy, isn’t it?). Giving medical advice – and at that, terrible, potentially life-threatening medical advice to strangers on the internet – when you have no qualification in the field at all, is quite another.

And so I called the local influencer out on it. Now, I should note here that I’m not a doctor either, but I do have plenty (or more) experience and qualifications in Microbiology and Biomedical Sciences.

I’ve also had malaria, and I know that it’s no joke. It can kill you (mine didn’t). You don’t want it.

Anyway, she chose not to reply [colour me shocked], but she did instantly block me on all platforms.

And OMG, it’s been so wonderful. I hadn’t realised how much of her content was being served to me and how intensely irritating I found it.

Are there any downsides to this? Well obviously, yes:
Now I’ll never know about “this secret beach just 30 minutes from Cape Town” that’s actually so “secret” that it’s completely packed every weekend. I don’t get to “guess which airport she’s flying into” from the shots out of the plane window. And I’ll never get to see another composite shot of her in a wood-fired hot tub beneath a startrails sky.

On that note, I took the hint and blocked her influencer boyfriend as well (IYKYK), and now my social media is now like a breath of fresh air.

Well, not that one, obviously, but I don’t go there anymore, anyway.

If you want to find me on those other platforms, look here.

And if you want my advice on how to make the online cesspit just a little bit more bearable? Unfollow all those influencers that are telling you how great so-and-so brand or product is, while not being completely honest, because if they were, they’d not get any more business. Rather look at Trip Advisor for more honest answers from people who actually had to pay their own way to get to where they were going.



* hey lady, hot tip: maybe try asking your doctor?

Horses

Another Hout Bay horse show this morning. A near perfect day for it, too. Sunny, breezy, pleasant.

As ever, I was there as the ‘tog, trying to get something decent for each of the riders to see as a memory of their round(s). The team were only jumping in the lower classes today – meaning that they were jumping lower jumps. And I did wonder if that would make it more challenging to get those full-on dramatic images.

But it turns out that while the height they were jumping might not have been so great, the determination and the effort the horses and riders put in was no less impressive.

A really good morning out with some really brave performances from the younger participants, and some really solid, quality rounds by the more accomplished riders.

Well done, team!

Frustrasie

A frustrating morning. I woke up earlier than I wanted to, right into the middle of a spell of loadshedding. And no sooner was that over, the internet went down. Sure, they warned us that this might happen because they are doing some maintenance, but for “spells of 30 minutes or an hour”.
It’s now been almost 4 hours.

Running a business?
Underpromise, then overdeliver. You’ll make friends and keep customers and everything.

And so I threw myself into the electrical project I’ve been working on. And I worked hard and got lots done, but it looks like I’ve done nothing. That’s because I found some frighteningly dodgy wiring…
[“What? In your house which “passed” its CoC with flying colours?!?”]
Yes.
…and so I had to rewire some stuff. Fiddly, difficult to get to. But now safe.

But that was enough frustration. And so I’ve come inside and given up. There’s still no internet, but at least the TV is working for some footy.

Let’s see if I can upload this via my iffy cell signal. If you’re reading this, it worked.