tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74135409246317289482012-01-22T01:12:48.400+02:00A bloggy blog with a rather nasty tendency to be bloggy. Blogger is a mutherblogging bloghead.Goit Walemfrikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08388110528415209003noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413540924631728948.post-64792552820472022632007-11-19T19:14:00.000+02:002007-11-19T20:00:43.501+02:00

I have a new favourite band called Gogol Bordello. They are roughly labelled as a Gypsy Punk Rock outfit with a Ukranian lead singer, 2 Russian fiddlers, Israeli accordian player, an American drummer and 2 eastern women that prance around the stage in striped stockings with fire buckets on their feet...thats right, fire buckets on their feet!So catchy is their music that it had a bunch of crazy

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Not one day after my hunting post, I received this youtube link...it kinda highlights what true bravery bordering on stupidity is all about! Lets see you get on your bellies and wiggle towards that with your hunting knife you big men you...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7GadUhRFykgrrrrr.

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On my way back from an amazing weekend of riding my mountain bike in the Tuli block on the SA/Zim/Botswana border, I passed a number of hunting farms on the endless straight road to Alldays. It got me thinking about the old debate about the merits of hunting, its role in conservation and the kind of people that want to pay big money to hammer a chunk of lead into a fellow being. At the outset,

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I am determined at some point in the next year to apply for an Affirmative Action job in South Africa as a 'black' male. Now this might be a strange thing for a 'white' guy to do but I have been having quirky little daydreams in which, sitting in the interview, I get to put the onus of proof onto the interviewer and his panel of race-conscious, eager, bright-eyed social engineers. Let us make it

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I visited Bloemfontein for the second time in my life this week which happened to coincide with the annual curry cup final between the Freestate Cheetahs and the Gauteng Lions. For those of you who don't know, Bloemfontein along with Pretoria are supposed to be the cities that embodied apartheid above all others in South Africa's dark years. The locals are supposed to be a tough crowd, Afrikaans

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After a weekend of rugby highs and Lucky Dube's murder lows, I find myself compelled to write about the latter...and I am a HUGE rugby fan. I saw Lucky Dube in concert a number of times and it is a tragedy to have a man of his talent taken away from us. In his world cup departure speech President Thabo Mbeki stated that he wished all of us to stand together and to help in the fight against crime

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I saw the funny side of SA crime this week. Now the rampant crime in SA is not very funny at all as Sir Anthony Sher's moving documentary so poignantly pointed out BUT those of us living here, wallowing in its stink so to speak have to find ways of coping with its proximity and this week we invented a new game to take the edge off. Let me explain...My friend Mark got robbed. He is actually,

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I am reading a fairly well-known, if not infamous little scientific book at the moment. It is the kind of book that you see on a bookstore 'classics' shelf and think, 'damn I had should really read that so I know what all the fuss is/was about and so that I don't look stupid at some dinner party sometime'. So I bought the book. It has an innocuous cover displaying a perky, colourful tropical bird

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I woke up this morning to find an agonised Piglet pacing the glass doors in the study with both Fatty and Gata, our Russian Blue cats pacing with her. Gata had snatched a dove from the air a few minutes earlier and was trying to get back out there to finish the job. Piglet was pacing because she thought that something needed to be done about the mangled bird outside on the lawn but could not

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Animals are smarter than you think! I say it all the time but every now and then I am lucky enough to see it in action.I was at a wedding yesterday and it was literally thronging with beasts of every description. Besides the highly evolved primates waffling on about their holy union, there were two pigs, two horses and a whole multitude of less obvious birds, insects and possibly even a few

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I took a quirky Kulula flight down to Cape Town for 3 days this week and I was impressed - with the city that is. I don't say that as somebody who is qualified to be a judge of such things but I couldn't help noticing some subtle differences to my hometown of Jozi that went a little deeper than the obvious scenery. Cape Town looks like a city on the up. The first thing that struck me was how

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After a bruising battle against Samoa in the opening match of the 2007 IRB world cup, rugby-watching South Africa was collectively shaken to hear that Schalk Burger had been cited for a dangerous tackle in the air against the Samoan scrumhalf, a full 48 hours after the match. A few alarm bells started ringing then and they seem to be getting louder...1) The referee and linesman who both witnessed

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I really and truly hate 'passion'!From time to time a word like 'passion' falls into the grubby hands of the common language thugs. Instead of morphing the word, incorporating and nurturing it on a new path like 'cool', 'wicked', 'sick' and 'roll', the dirty vandals proceed to thump and bash it and, in a faux-learned frenzy, start littering every inarticulate sentence with it. Such has been the

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Piglet, my long suffering girlfriend/manager/disciplinary hearing adjudicator had to make an emergency trip to London yesterday to buy art at an auction.So last night I was at Jan Smu...err, Joburg Inter....errr...the ORtiport or whatever that pit of depair is called now, shoulder down savagely head-butting my way through aimlessly wandering, painfully slow, migrating masses of passenger matter

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There is something truly beautiful about a 36-0 clobbering of the English, especially when it involves some real clobbering! Something poetic in what can only be described as the combine harvesting of the reigning world champions. Jason 'fairy toes' Robinson was their best player tonight and looked like 'The Grizzly Man' after his infamous encounter with the starved and emaciated bear that used

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Super, my virgin blog, very excited. Thanks Heike, you and a silly Friday mood were the catalyst. Here goes...I have a particular conundrum that is both infuriating and quite funny at the same time. My broadband connection moves into a cycle of resetting itself endlessly every time there is rain. At the first sniff of moisture in the air over Joburg's blue skies, the little flashing yellow tick

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