This was the almost Starship Enterprise-esque view into the atrium of the hotel we stayed in, in Plett.
Being on the 6th (and top) floor, I was obviously delighted to have the kids wanting to peer over the [OMIGOD THAT’S A TERRIBLY LOW] wall every time we went to or from our room.
I obviously told Alex to aim for the soft furnishings in reception should he inadvertently pop over the edge.
Safety first.
It’s like Trick or Treat, but without the first bit.
The neighbours with kids in our area used the opportunity to come out from behind their tall walls, get together and meet one another.
They only went to each other’s houses, so no-one else was inconvenienced or bothered, the kids had a great hour or so, and we made some new friends.
I’m not a big fan of imported American customs, but if they’re used like this, then I’m all for them.
Bring on Thanksgiving.
Yes. Really.
Not because he has one, but because he apparently took three boys from his school to get one done as well. And then had his done while they watched.
The Gauteng education department welcomed a decision by a high school in Pretoria to fire a teacher who allegedly took pupils to have their penises pierced.
“No school or teacher is allowed to do that”
THANKS FOR CLARIFYING THIS. I WAS INITIALLY CONFUSED AS TO THE EDUCATION DEPARTMENT’S REGULATIONS REGARDING GENITAL PIERCING.
The teacher reportedly took three teenage boys for piercing. He also reportedly had his own penis pierced in front of the pupils and gave the boys penis-shaped pasta.
Well, I hope it was al denté.
The teacher was also reportedly a member of a well-known Afrikaans folk group.
To be honest, this fact alone should have encouraged the authorities to take disciplinary action long before the piercing incident.
Concord House (“the Pam Golding building”) on the corner of Summerly and Main Road in Kenilworth is being – actually, probably has been by now – demolished and will be redeveloped into offices and shops over the next 18 months.
The partial demolition revealed a previous incarnation of the building – The Emerald Tea Lounge – of which I can find absolutely no record on Google. Presumably, this means that it never actually existed, so why the sign, I wonder?
A bigger view here.
UPDATE: According to the Cape Telephone Directories, The Emerald Tea Lounge was open between 1953-56.
Yes, I was at the rugby:
No, Province weren’t very good (and neither were the Sharks).
Yes, I was glad that I had Sheffield United’s victory (and a nice draught Milk Stout) to make me happy.