— Stingray, describing a conversation with a clear idiot.
Farting around
Forever young.
Fsck me, all these old people are my age!
So we went to the Alphaville / Spandau Ballet concert at the Grand West Grand Arena last night.
This is the view from the Q row (hint: there are no R, S or T rows).
Being far away was good, because… it was loud. I want a hi-fi like that. Alphaville was great, lots of good loud noise and stuph. And strobes have certainly improved since the eighties, these must draw the power of a small third world country each.
Spandau Ballet? zzzzzzz. I mean, a very nicely put together show, video footage from waybackwhen, very well done but… it’s still Spandau Ballet :-)Â OK, Barricades was great, but the rest was just a variation on the theme. Pick a line, sing it N times, cue a sax solo, sing the line a few more times, end of song.
Maybe I’m just not a Spandau Ballet fan (I’m not. I was there for Alphaville)
Down in the mosh pit golden circle the glow of cellphones has pretty much replaced the traditional cigarette lighter (although a few lighters did come out for Forever Young). In our day you had to smuggle a recording Walkman in to make bootlegs.
Next up: Deep Purple, Uriah Heep and Wishbone Ash, on the first. If I can get the damn Computicket site to work right. Right now, it shows either “fully booked” or “no space available” — last night’s show was far from full, so I don’t believe that.
Nostalgie
Dis ‘n eetplek. In Baron van Reede straat. Ek is nie honger nie. Glad nie. But the smell of the buffet is going to drive me to gluttony.
Kêrel langs my voel dieselfde. Bel pêlle om te kom help vreet.
Sê vir my ma ek het dapper gesterf.
KKNK 2010
Brought to you by modern technology, in this case a Nokia E61i.
So hier sit ons oop die stoep by Fokus.com (was laas jaar iets anders en die jaar voor dit ook… maar was nog altyd ‘n nice venue). Kos is excellent, diens is moer stadig, en Theuns Jordaan is besig om Skipskop te cover by RSG voor die CP Nel museum. Of rather, klink soos hy, vermoed dit is nie (laat ons nou nie die man in die gesig vat nie).
Beste koffie so vêr is by die Montague huis, maar koffie hier is ook heel drinkbaar. Moet nog gaan shoppe voor 1 uur show.
OK nou het ek eers my cursor verloor, tik blind, meer later.
In my rear view mirror…
…the sun is going down, sinking behind bridges in the road [1].
I took a quick road trip up to Witbank to collect some shooting goodness about which I shall still blog. Left Bellville at half past four on Thursday morning, turned the xcarlink to 11, and 15 hours (14 hours driving, one hour spent filling up the car and self) and 1498 kilometers later, reached eMalahleni (AKA Witbank).
Found the guest house, where they had a very reasonable (R300 B&B) single room for me. Turned out to be noisy, with the other guests arriving late and leaving early and not being quiet about it. Breakfast was good, though, and I can’t complain about the price.
Went over to Classic Arms and picked up 12 firearms. Also checked out a rifle for a friend, and had a look at some items which will be on the next auction.
Spanish copy of a Smith & Wesson safety hammerless. Mine. All mine. Yea, I’m crazy like that.
From there I shot through to Camdix in Krugersdorp, stopping only to collect a R 100 speed fine for doing 137 in a 120 zone, downhill, in the middle of bloody nowhere.
On Saturday, I discovered AFTA, a gunshop and training centre in Cresta. Told them I collect Spanish Handguns, they pointed me at a crate full of guns and said “knock yourself out”. I ended up unpacking two crates, found an Astra Regent, a 32 Largo Ruby Rubi (which is a Brazilian copy of a Spanish copy of a Smith & Wesson…), a couple of 32 Cadixen, and an Astra Police in 357 (no sign of the 9mm cylinder, sadly).
And that concluded my business, so I waited for my brother to conclude his, and at 14:00 we headed south.
Almost midnight, in Beaufort West, and it’s over 30 degrees. Obviously Breda’s global warming migrates with the swallows.
Finally got home (where home is Pieter’s place in Bellville) at 04:22. 1367 km this time, 12 hours 45 driving, with a rather long stop for lunch in Bloemfontein, and an average trip speed of 107 km/h, same as the trip up.
Had coffee, went home (where home is the one this blog is mostly about), woke Tanya up and said hi, kipped a bit, and went to the range with some of my new toys. Shootty post to follow.
[1] Some of you would recognise the Pink Floyd lyrics.
Tickling my funny bone
From IOL:
A Limpopo schoolteacher, who found another man in bed with his wife andfired his gun at the lover, is facing a claim of more than R1 million indamages.Police Inspector Andrew Moshoana, 41, was shot through his neck as he wasrunning home. As a result of his injuries, the policeman can no longer usehis right arm and hand.He is now blaming Andrew Mokoena, 38, for his ill fortune, stating thatMokoena tried to take the law into his own hands.
Seeing as the law had Mr Mokoena’s wife in his hands at the time…
Overheard
In the spirit of Breda, Crystal and Tamara, I offer the following:
<Tanya> I’m no good at computer games!
<Youngest daugher> I have a game you’ll be good at!
<Tanya> What’s that?
<Youngest daughter> Come to my room and I will show you!
<me> Hey, I’m good at that game!
(cue the sound of embarrassed teenagers)