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Breakfast Politics - Spring show

So Julius has gotten himself into quite the pickle with regards to him and his big mouth. He made a not so well thought through public statement (trying to show his and the ANCYL's solidarity in support of the President, JZ) in which he compared the immorality of having more than one girlfriend/boyfriend or "husband or wife if you are older" with supporting more than one political entity or not standing as one behind your chosen leader, ergo politcal party.
This is funny because not only is dear JZ probably the most famous modern day polygamist, but only this weekend decided to add another wife to his pack! Eish Julias.

And in other news: The Camps Bay bowling club comes as a refreshing, if slightly off center venue for Saturday afternoon Pimm's, bowls and cucumber sandwiches. Be sure to wear your retro sandals, white sundress (black, as I discovered, doth not work well even in mild Spring sunshine) and plenty of SPF, and let the games begin!

Case And Point. Boom.

My brother and his wife had a baby

The first of the Du Toit children to procreate, my brother Pieter and his wife Janetha had a big, sturdy baby boy on 14 July 2010. They named him after my dad, Schalk. I know I am biased but I think he is gorgeous - with wise, knowing eyes and a strongwilled temperament (if his healthy lungs are anything to go by...) It's crazy how much this tiny thing has grown in the mere 7 weeks he's been alive and it's incredible to see him develop, move, look at me, his mom, his dad. It's also crazy how my brother (the same one who held me down to tickle me until I couldn't breathe anymore and forced me to drink Coca-Cola even when he knew I hated it) suddenly became a parent, a real live adult responsible for another human life. A cute li'l baby life.

The Mystic Boer

Over a glass of wine last night, Anna-Bet showed me this piece of prose by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It is indeed of the variety that would make the meekest of Afrikaner's chest swell with pride and go "hell yeah" at the description of what we are:

The Long of the Short of It.

I have a confession to make... I really enjoyed reading The Da Vinci Code. I have been very partial towards suspense, mysteries and especially murder mysteries since when I started reading books. I read every single Nancy Drew and I adored Sherlock Holmes. I read all of John Grisham. I love reading and my guilty pleasure for sure is bad fiction. I even have a penchant for chic-lit and Danielle Steele type "romance" pulp. Or those steamy novels that they sometimes distribute with my mom's Rooi Rose....
So when the Da Vinci Code madness swept across the world, it swept me right up with it. I read it during the summer holidays, on the beach, burning to a crisp while urgently losing myself in the Great Adventure of Professor Tom Langdon and the Hot French Chick.
You see, I am also fascinated by real life mystery, conspiracy theory, forgotten history, history in general. Getting behind the surface of things, if you will. The combination then of alleged historical facts and Hollywood blockbuster style suspense novel, written in that signature style of Dan Brown's (which is so utterly formulaic that it has no other choice than to be an easy read) gave me that toe curling guilty happy feeling. Let me be clear - I do not take it seriously, I do not believe that Dan Brown somehow stumbled across the religious discovery of the century/millenium/history of man.
So last night, I was channel surfing when Angels & Demons just started on MM2 (or 1...I guess that doesn't matter...) Being someone who really, really loves books, I am always sceptical of cinematic adaptations. (Note: the only movies that I feel have ever come close to doing justice to the actual book is The Unbearable Lightness of Being and Harry Potter - in that order).
I decided to watch A&D pretty much because that was the best that was on, and I was curious.
What a load of complete and utter bollocks (did I conclude). There are so many things wrong with the premise of that film (and I guess the book) that I don't even know where to start. First of all, the complete impropability of the freakin Vatican to (within hours of the crime being perpetrated), to decide to move swiftly to collect Professor Langdon from his swimming session (pffft) in Harvard, Massachusetts, even though the church had at that stage a major grudge against him?
Then, upon arrival in Rome 3 minutes later, the logical conclusion is that he and he alone must save THE WHOLE CATHOLIC CHURCH from total anhilation and solve an age old mystery that no-one has been able to solve for centuries within the space of 4 hours? Then, they let him into the Vatican Archives where he immediately locates the exact text he requires, as if by superhuman intuition, where he proceeds to dash about Rome, solve the mystery and be awarded the only remaining copy of Galileo's Diagramma Veritas as a thank you note? I laugh out loud at this!
This is not even getting me started on the absolute ridiculousness of the portrayal of the Catholic Church (which I already have a big problem with) as saviours, martyrs, post-enlightened spiritual leaders, Ewan MacGregor's acting and the supermodel looks of the quantum physicist lady.
In conclusion, I didn't enjoy it in the least. I was too transfixed to stop watching (which I guess is all Hollywood really wants), but in the same way that I can't switch channels when Jerry Springer or Days of Our Lives comes on. At least today is Friday.

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Cheap-cheap

There is this place on Main Road in Sea Point called Amazing Sushi, or Awesome Sushi, or something... It's just off to your left when you cross Glengariff Road. I was introduced to it by the lovely Anna-Bet and we've been a few times now to sample their R85.00 eat as much as you can sushi deal.
At face value, this seems like a pretty good deal...85 bucks and just keep 'em coming? Yes please! You can even take your own wine and only pay a corkage of R20 per bottle... not too shabby.
But. Then they start bringing the sushi. They start you off with yummy salmon roses and sashimi...hmmmm.... Next round, california rolls, and a whole plate of it! Round three...already you start to doubt the wisdom of your decision. Fashion sandwiches... A stack of rice with a sliver of fish wedged somewhere in between. You persevere. You ARE paying a whole R85, and you want your money's worth! I don't know about other people, but round 3 is pretty much as far as I can take it. The last time we went, I forced myself to eat the darn handroll, round four. It annoys me when I can't keep eating delicious food, more so when I'm paying for it and even more so when it's an all you can eat kind of deal!!
See, what they do is... they give you a nice amount of fish in round one...round two, they stack they rice nice and tight. Round three, almost only rice. Round four...you get the idea. While this makes a lot of sense, and I feel a bit dumb to not have realised this before hand... it's really annoying. The Scotsman in me wants to wangle the best and cheapest possible option out of most situations. The Vanya in me will rather pay a bit more, but get darn good sushi with the right amount of fish and not just rice.
I always have a nice time with the lovely ladies pictured though...

 

Rosie het nie dorings nie.