More blogging for me

Because my most important reader is me, I’m blogging this. It’s old news in SA now, but not all my readers are South African and I’m pretty sure it’s something that I will always enjoy coming back to, like Nhlanhla Nene falling off his chair, mid-interview.
I know a lot of people are going to click that link and relive that 23 second clip again. Quality impromptu slapstick comedy by the head of the Finance Portfolio Committee.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Ras Dumisani and his rendition of the South African national anthem before the France v SA rugby match in Toulouse last Friday:

(* note inverted SA flag at 0:42. That’s because SA expats don’t know much about the SA flag.)

But tuneful, it ain’t. The jokes have been doing the rounds about the amount of weed Dumisani had smoked before he sang etc etc. But there’s a serious side to it all. Ex-bok Supersport rugby guru Naas Botha blamed the poor Bok performance (they lost 20-13) on the poor Dumisani performance.

“It was sad that we lost the game,” said Botha. “But after that absolute disaster of a national anthem, everything went wrong. It was shocking and definitely didn’t assist in creating a calm atmosphere for the team, as it should have. Someone has to be taken to task for this disaster. The government should assist in getting to the bottom of this.”

Yes. Bring the Government in. That will help. Jacob Zuma can hop into his time machine and go back to urge Ras Dumisani to practice a bit more. Or at all. Whatever.  Or maybe he could pop a wig on and take Dumisani’s place.
Jacob has got a bald head, but he’s got a lovely singing voice. We’ve all heard him doing Umshini Wami. It’s inspiring stuff.
And Botha is probably right about it being the sole cause of the Bok defeat, as well. I know that when I’ve been listening to Sicky Dion, I get all my line-out calls wrong, forget how to tackle and commit far too few players to the breakdown. So that’s probably what happened.

It was bad though. So bad, in fact, that Julius Malema hasn’t even blamed the fuss on racism.

Yet.

The Real Thing

This was going to be a post about the cricket, but even though England are spanking the Aussies (or maybe because of it), that would only entertain a small percentage of my viewing public.
Then it was going to be a Youtube music video quota post. But the song in question (which I saw on MTV earlier this evening) was horribly cheesy and was only saved by the (impressive) totty quotient in the video.
Unfortunately, that particular version of the video is not available on Youtube. Which is a good thing actually, because the song really was VERY cheesy and now I know to steer clear. You can guess, but you’ll never get it. And I’ll never tell.

But that did leave me with a bit of a quandry. Because I have to post something here.
So step forward, ex-Buckinghamshire bathroom fitting business owner, Antonio Carmine Di Bartolomeo.
That’s where I’ve always found my inspiration for blog posts previously, anyway (not to mention for those tough-to-tile areas).

Yes, you and I know him as Toni di Bart and this is his magnificent number one single The Real Thing from 1994, conjuring up memories of Madison’s nightclub in Newcastle-upon-Tyne on a Monday evening and a stinking hangover for 9 o’clock Biochemistry lectures on Tuesday morning. Which might explain why I hate Biochemistry so much. Or it could be that it’s a pointless, dull and irritating branch science which requires no skill whatsoever. Who knows?

The video above, as far as I remember, won the 1994 award for Best video with a floppy haired bloke wearing a suit made from some curtains filmed near the coast in a Mediterranean landscape. And remember that this was 1994, so the competition was probably tougher than you might initially imagine. I could listen to this song all night, interspersed with a bit of What Is Love? by Haddaway, UR The Best Thing by D:ream and Carry Me Home by Gloworm.

The Awesome One Hit Wonders of throwaway dance music. Happy Days.

Letter from God to Man

Sit back and enjoy the Radiohead-sampling duo of Dan le Sac vs Scroobius Pip and the original (and apparently now unofficial, but still better) video for their ditty: Letter from God to Man.
This is from their excellent CD Angles, which is in my iTunes Top 10, nestling between the unlikely bedfellows of Depeche Mode and Morten Harket. (Thankfully, no photos available).

There are so many messages in here – take from it what you will. However, if you should find yourself disappointed, then may I advise that you watch it again while using silicone-stripping solvents in a confined space, as I have just been doing. It seems so much better then.

In fact, everything seems so much better then.

Incidentally, here’s the new, flashy, expensive version should you wish to compare.