The stress

As I mentioned yesterday, we spent the day at a wedding in Stellies.

An amazing celebration, topped off with that rugby match, and a tight South African win.

What a win, but oh, so tight.

Because it was a wedding, we spent half time on the dance floor. As you do.

‘Ave you seen me dancin’? I mean, really dancin’?

I never realised that dancing was so good for stress, but you can clearly see exactly where half time was on my watch.

To me, this actually proves that there might be something almost accurate in these measurements.

It also explains why I needed a stiff drink and another boogie once the game was over.

No More Shall We Part

One of the most hauntingly beautiful, yet hauntingly sobering wedding songs ever. And yes, sadly this is the best version I could find with a video.

Here’s the “real” (album) version, if you don’t need moving pictures. (Which I feel you actually do for blogging purposes.)

I heard this on an electronic dance radio show (I know, you do the maths) I was listening to in the lab, and I found that it was a welcome break from the beepy noises, which was actually something of a surprise, because I thought that I was quite enjoying the beepy noises.


I never really understood the title of that film. But then, I don’t do films. But seriously, a 7 looks nothing like a V. Was the sequel to be called ei8ht? Because that doesn’t work either. Unless you drop the 8 below the line to make it look more like a g. WordPress doesn’t let me do that though.
Anyway, it’s se7en because it is my – and by a surprising coincidence, also my wife’s – seventh wedding anniversary today.
Seven years allows you to buy gifts of copper, wool and “desk sets”. I played safe and avoided the “desk set” option, thus increasing the chance of there being an ei8th anniversary around this time next year.
We celebrated by walking through some water to a cave (yes, seriously) and drinking some bubbly in front of a obstinately unflaming fire. This is not a metaphor for our marriage: the wood was just a bit damp.
(Stop sniggering at the back.)
And so, with the wind howling around the cottage, and the internet struggling for grip, I’ll head off to a cosy bed with a cosy wife and think of the amazing last sev… se7en years.
Happy anniversary, dear.

Death By Life

Late nights, disturbed sleep, early mornings. It all adds up and suddenly I realise again that I’m not getting any younger.


We spent the afternoon at a wedding overlooking Simonstown, a few miles down the coast from Kalk Bay where we partied until late last night.
False Bay is beautiful, but I don’t want to go back there until I’ve properly recovered.

Wedded bliss

We’re off to a wedding this afternoon. Attending weddings is becoming a more unusual pastime as most of our friends have already tied the knot already. In fact, I’ve had to have a scroll through Flickr to try and work out when the last one was.

It turns out that it was nearly two years ago at Morgansvlei near Tulbagh. The weather that day was superb and it looks like today’s events in Noordhoek will be equally sunny. It should be a great evening.

Incidentally, Mrs 6000 and I are not so far from our own 5 year anniversary. I mentioned this to a friend and he said that in that case, we were also not that far from the 7 year itch and we should watch out. I assured him that neither my wife nor I suffer from any chronic skin conditions and that he must be mistaken.

Anyway, I’m sure it’s nothing that a anti-histamine and a hefty dose of penicillin can’t sort out, right?