Grass is moss certainly greener

I’ve read that in order for a blog to be successfull you have to update regularly, think carefully of your post title, the first line etc etc.  I read blogs that are clever commentary on society, others find humour in the media and the ironies of every day life.  Well this one only happens when inspirations hits.  Needless to say inspiration has been as scarce as Unleaded in a Bulawayon garage.

But inspiration has arrived in bucketloads today.

i was up at 6.  Now the last time I saw 6 o clock on a Sunday morning was as I was getting home.  Then to Stellenbosch to ride Die Burger cycle race.  Just the short one though, but nevertheless an uphill challenge.  Cycling through wine farms and looking up at  the spectacular Simonsberg mountain was so worth the early start.  After summiting Hellshoogte and then getting up to 50km/h on the descent it was another 30km of rolling hills in which I realised that knobbly tyres suck batshit off cave walls.  They have to go.  Just over 3 months to go till the Argus.  One step closer but lots of work to be done.

Then this afternoon it was off to The Range in Tokai for Concerts for a Cause.  Sun was hot, beer was cold, Constantiaberg was glorious, girls were stunning and Goldfish were sublime.  After Rocking the Daisies when the entire campsite kept me awake singing that ridiculous saxophone riff I swore I hated them, but listening to Soundtracks and Combacks amidst the vineyards, submerged in the arboretum they were immense.

Anyone abroad reading this rant I honestly hope you can stop living the lie and come back to this fabulous city.  Looking around today I realised that the world can go to hell but our lives here in Cape Town will remain on the boundaries of eutopian bliss.  Whether it be global recession, or Mumbai hotels getting 3 shades of crap shot out of them, when you get 2000 beautiful people dancing to shit hot music amidst breathtaking scenery you cease to understand why any South African could live anywhere else.

Then as we were jumping up an down (on very tired legs) to Prime Circle we suddenly realised we were dancing with Sakile, vocalist on Goldfish’s Just Cruisin (you give a lot of love and you dont know why). He tells us that they will be playing at La Med every Sunday till February.  What a joy. Walk off Clifton, in your baggies and slops and watch the Atlantic Sunset with Lions Head and the 12 Apostles watching over you.

Ok, thats my news for now. Off to put lotion on a very sunburnt face.  Hope you are all well and happy where ever you are.  Cheers!