Cape Town seems a bit knackered after this weekend. And who can blame it?
The hottest weekend of the year sapped the energy and forced people across the city onto beaches and into swimming pools. And they were still too hot. Some of us (me) were additionally “forced” into the pub on Saturday night and onto the cricket field on Sunday morning.

The pub was an interesting experience. Suddenly, from a quick draught Windhoek and a chat about holiday plans, I found myself surrounded by a quorum* of good-looking women who were discussing boobs, underwear and girls kissing other girls. Staying quiet, not wanting to give the game away in case I had somehow become invisible; pinching myself occasionally to ensure that I wasn’t actually dreaming, I listened. Well, you would, wouldn’t you?
I’m a man of simple pleasures – the beer and the holiday chat were enough to make it a pleasant evening, so the additional er… let’s say “enlightening”… entertainment came as something of a bonus.

WPCC: If the match is dull, there’s always the view 

Determined not to wake up with a hangover, I woke up with a hangover and headed out to Western Province Cricket Club to take part in the annual Rondebosch Old Boys versus Bishops Old Boys cricket match. Since I wasn’t even educated in South Africa**, let alone at either of those fine halls of learning, you can see that the rules governing who was eligible to take part weren’t ever so tight. And with me not having even touched a cricket bat or ball for seven years, it was evident that there was something of a paucity of potential talent available for the Rondebosch side. Given the obvious gravitas of the match between these two old foes, together with the soaring temperatures and a banging head, I was slightly apprehensive about the whole experience.

I needn’t have been. Good humour and good sportsmanship prevailed and despite my hardly troubling the scorers with my batting, I was at least able to contribute a little with the ball towards a thumping win for our side in the blistering heat. Heat so hot, in fact, that hardly anyone stayed around for the post-match braai and beers.

I stopped around for one (just to celebrate, you understand) and then headed gratefully home to our pool and merciful relief from the sun. Today, I’m wondering when the train hit me. Every last muscle aches, even the ones I use regularly for football and drinking. Head to toe, literally. I’m all broken.

Never again. Until next year, perhaps.

* no idea of the correct collective noun, sorry.
** well, I was a bit on Saturday night, believe me…

14 thoughts on “Scorchio!

  1. Diva » Rondebosch. If I’d played for Bishops, I would have said! As in:

    Q. How do you know someone went to Bishops?
    A. He’ll tell you.

  2. I. HATE. YOU. Just for being able to see that view while feeling hot. I don’t envy facing a flying cricket ball though.

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  3. Considering the heat yesterday I can’t imagine actually being out in the sun playing cricket.


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  4. You need to do this kind of thing now to know what to put on the New Years list!

    Football and drinking – why does it go hand in hand???? (oops, sorry personal moan)

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  5. Scorchio, heh heh! Nio dudupos, sminki pinki tenuros tomano… Graba da bols!!
    Heth – eth – eth – eth – eth – eth – eth – eth – eth! Chris Waddle, Boutros Boutros Ghali!

  6. Darkwing » Probably the most insightful comment I’ve ever had on this site. Ever.

    Ordinary Life » I was playing cricket, dearie. Stop moaning.

  7. Beneres? Niko fuerto tipomagico – te bai-by-gizmo. Novello proboscis – molto molto kin agrophos. Vo, tidiaka mit functioni moronico. Te facilos action-pumpo! Zo, nea shopping, nea collo, te “bai-by-gizmo”

  8. Robyn » It did. Even though it’s today. So happy birthday – and we don’t usually do dedications on this site, but – this one’s for you:

    Happy Birthday to you!
    Happy Birthday to you!
    Happy Birthday, dear Robyn…
    And please have more parties where girls chat openly about the sort of thing I mentioned in the post above.

    (please note slightly adapted last line).

  9. Unbelievable. Who invited you to play? Surely there are enough Old Boys around town not to have had to invite your thathatha Chris Waddle.

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