It had to happen. In fact, I think it’s probably happened before, in which case, it had to happen again.
I still can’t believe that they haven’t replaced this yet.
Awkward.
Chop Chop
A quick quota photo of a praying mantis eating a gecko.
You might have thought that the result of this would have been the other way around. But with all that offensive weaponry, mantises (mantisi?) can basically do whatever they want with geckokind.
And this one wanted to tear it into small pieces and eat it.
Daniel
The first of the Kirstenbosch Summer Sunset concerts this evening saw Daniel Bedingfield on the stage and we went along for old times sake. It’s actually almost nine years to the day since I took Mrs 6000 to see him in Portsmouth, of all places. Nine years is a long time, but like his music or not, his surprisingly still raw talent is still there for all to see.
Bedingfield fitted perfectly into the Kirstenbosch vibe, mingling with the crowd before, during and after a show heavily influenced by reggae jams with local session musicians. Honest Questions was sung acappella from the middle of the appreciative audience and we got two different versions of Gotta Get Through This, just in case anyone didn’t like his live remix.
He even borrowed These Words from his sister and mixed it with a touch of Beyonce. Sounds odd, but it actually worked rather nicely.
Yet again, another overseas act who genuinely appeared to enjoy performing here and genuinely enjoyed being here in SA, he mocked the crowd for their lack of enthusiasm and energy:
They told me that South Africans sit down if they like what you’re playing. You guys must really love me.
Things did liven up a bit after that though and it was a really enjoyable kick off to the new concert season. Even the kids had a great time.
Here’s who else you can see this year.
Immortal?
Taking the advice of a colleague, we dined at Panarottis this evening.
Apparently, the chain does great pizza and it is brilliant for kids.
Meh.
The Claremont restaurant that we attended was the dirtiest place I have ever eaten. If I survive this week alive, it probably means that I’m actually immortal. There was dirt. A lot of dirt. And there was a smell too. It wasn’t nice.
The food was cheap and less than average. The service, poor. The kids stuff was frankly rubbish. Mrs 6000’s wine was crap.
The best bits for me were the Black Label and the exit.
We won’t be going there again and neither should you.
Infamy, infamy!
They’ve all got it in for me. (with apologies to Frankie Howerd)
Well, JZ isn’t going to be happy anyway after my tweet appeared in today’s Mail & Guardian:
The story itself makes pretty horrendous reading, so maybe you shouldn’t.
For those outside the Republic or who have chosen not to follow the Nkandlagate thing (some people can only handle one big news story at a time and it has recently been announced that Justin Bieber is coming to SA), my tweet refers to the fact that JZ’s smart KZN pad stands on land owned by the Ingonyama Trust, the body that administers Zulu tribal land. The trust has confirmed that Zuma holds a formal lease on the portion underneath his compound, but does not hold the title deed; a fact relevant because banks generally refuse to issue loans to finance properties on such land.
I’m well aware that explaining the reasoning behind a joke immediately removes any lasting element of humour from it.
Sorry.