I have just been keen to use this image, becuase its beautiful.

So I have been travelling like a mUtHaFukA, all over the place, I have just got back from a cold and wet CT, there was snow on all the mountains flying in, quite beautiful actually!

When i got home, i zonked onto the couch, and realized how tired I am, this time of the year and season, you feel drained. Maybe its me, but I jumped into bed early and just could not keep my eyes open to read 1 page of my book (Bob Dylans Autobio by the by, great read), next thing I am woken up to two bergies, killing each other on the street, screaming like banshee's, I thought the fricken end of the world had arrived...I just gritted my teeth and went with the flow.

Everyone is asking whatts on for the w/end, and to be honest, I havnt even thought that far, work is oppressing and I am feeling the pinch of singledom, I need to get out of this slump, I swear girls avoid newly single guys for the fear of being the "rebound", no no, what we really want is meaningful attention with lots of sex, and minimal conversation, I should buy a blow up doll.

S.

Wow, so a long week in Jozi, but was awesome to see some old mates, hang out and freeze my goolies off! Hell's Teeth, it was cold in JHB!!

I walked passed a water feature and the thing was frozen, WTF! So worked kinda hard all week, and then on Fri, called up some mates and we all went for Sushi at a cool little place somewhere in region of JHB and greater Gauteng, I don’t know where the hell I am when I am on the plains of Egoli. Gorged on sushi, GAWED I love the stuff, and then chilled over a beer or two, drove over to a mates and watched a movie, on the way home, things really hotted up (cause up to this point shit was quite boring, which I was in the mood for). Drive, drive, drive - flashing lights, "pull over", we hear, no worries, law is law, so we pull over.

Here's the kicker, I am driving Goddess's automatic, my foot lunges for the clutch to find the break, the car skids to an immediate halt, sending the copper on a major swerving action to avoid my asshole...cool, not cool for copper mike, who jaunts over to my jam jar, with a very pissed off demeanor! Get out he choons, out I get, license, I hand it over, you drunk he says, no I am not I say, I blow into his booze tester thingy majigy, it says 0.00, I blow again, 0.00 again, I blow again, 0.00 again...Prick face Mike turns around and presses a few buttons on the booz thingy majigy, he turns to me and says that I am over, the machine now reads 0.05, I am going to arrest you, he says, WTF! I say, then Copper Mike drops the bomb, I WILL arrest you unless we can make a deal...I realize quickly what he wants, how much I say? R100? Make it two hundred Mike says!
Flashes of what I should be saying zoom through my mind, although the constant is saying: he can hold you in chookie for nothing over the whole w/end, FUUUCCKKKK, he has me by the short and curlies, I pay him, and swear later a LOT in the car on the way home.

I mean, the corruption was so blatant, this kind of culture stems from the top down, I would freaking hate to know what other kinds of major corruption occurs at the top of government...people must be skimming million and billions. I just feel sorry for the man (kinda like me) who believes in the infinite good in people, its just a downer, when people like Mad Mike lets you down. The bog wheel turns Mike, it turns.

So Friday night ended in a cock up, no fuss, move on, flew home to Dirtbin, jumped into the flyer and headed straight down to the fam dam who was down the South Coast of KZN for the w/end, WOW what a house we were staying in, glass house looking over the sea, I chilled the shit out, no booze, just food, more food and the odd surf, purrrfect! Sunday was the same, so no crazy shit!

I had a cool little surprise late Sunday, it was delicious!

Adios BIAATCH's.

S.

Remember I told you that I shot (with a spear gun) a Garrick, well Taa Daa the pic, now it was the first time that I had been spear fishing, although I have been Cray fishing for yonks. I shat myself, cause I didn’t know if any Sharks were going to be attracted by the manic thrashings of the fish, as well as the blood coming out…I high tailed it out of there ASAP, much to the amusement of my mate, who continued to pot the schools of fish, AND MISS!!! HA HA!!

Much ado about that, post weekend blues has set in a little, the bruises internally (liver) and externally (falling off a Motor Bike continuously) seem to be healing, and levels of feeling a little lonely have escalated, mmmm is this what it feels like to be single?

Anyhoo, planning for Jozi work trip to little razzling on Fri, so that should be radical…

S.

All night (and day) long, all night long...

Like all great rock songs, you have to mix whole lotta booze, beautiful woman in skimpy outfits doing outrageous things and gang of bad boys wearing leather and holding beers! I was a bad ass this w/end....a biker bad ass!

I took Friday off, cause I just didn’t want to work, I went up the North Coast with some mates and went off road riding, shit balls, they took me on a ride my ass will never forget, 5 and a half hours later, my nuts feel like they were still vibrating a day later, and my ass will forever be indented by the seat pattern! We rode up mountains, through rivers, I am the jedi knight of enduro MX riding, I am so sore, mother Theresa could not bring me back to life. THANK GOODNESS for beer, it brought me back, miracle stuff, after the ride, sucking back on the brewski's, feeling as manly as anything my sores and wounds (I fell a LOT) healed themselves, like a mystical superhero, I healed myself. GAWED I felt good!!

The next day, I needed twenty types of different colored pills to get out of bed, I was dead, sore and dead, did I say dead, dead! But like any rock star the show must go on, Off to the DBN July to ride another bony horse into the starting gates and with that any money that I put down on a horse (I lies, I won), seeing mates that I have not seen in years, my eyes (myyyyy eeeyyyyeeesss!!!) popping out of my head, at the beautiful buffet of woman, in the most wonderful assortment of attire, then BANG, I bump into the ex, who looked like heaven had dressed her, my god she tormented me! We ended up having a good chin wag, and sorted out some issues in a good healthy setting, RAD! Back to boozing, back to a fading memories, due to a booze induced frontal lobe, good times!! I do remember having a life saving pizza a Spiga D Ora, if you in DBN you have to have a Mafioso pizza there, sweet tits its good!

Sunday, aagghhhh, headache deluxe, I peeled myself off my bed, and packed a bag, I had a surfing day, watched, surfed, caught some crayfish, went to a braai, ate meat and cray's and watched the most thrilling Wimbledon final ever with a bunch of good mates...Not a shabby w/end huh??!!

Time to rest a tad now!

Don’t you hate when you go though the motions, kinda like floating through the airs and graces of feeling like shite, agghhh. The wheels are turning, but nothing else is kinda there.

Wanting to talk to people, but feel like nobodies listening, is that why we get into relationships, because the other party has to listen? I need to get into the water and bust out a surf, I haven’t been in for a few days. I think that this is due to work, I have been putting in a lot of hours with the work peeps, and I need to get back to my world, my friends, not fake smiles, and how many sugars...

Fuckers, I hate my work today, I wish I could start a business with my best mates, or work for myself, my ideas, my days, my wheel!

Fuck it, back to the coal face...it is going to happen, Ill do it my way!

S.

Some of Banksy's new shit, this guy is a stencil artist extrordinair! This is social commentary at it's best, has anyone met the man...After buying a house and not adding much art to it, I think that I am going to give stencil art a bash, I will let y'all know how it turns out, cause I am a appreciater of art, never actually created anything but finger paint and a massive mess. Here goes...






Art or vandalism...gets people talking at the very least.

S.

There is a big surf contest on at the mo, and part of my job is looking after professional athletes of which some are surfing in this event, which means I have to hang out at the contest site...at the contest site, there are beautiful girls of every nationality, wearing nothing, YES nothing. Well if you count string between cracks something, then yes they are technically wearing something...

Now the problem with being single or my problem with me being single is that I want to take opportunities when they present themselves, and trust opportunities have presented themselves, buuuut, I SUCK!!! I don’t want to be a whore, I can’t believe I am saying this, I want to meet someone (in time), that is beyond cool, that incorporates coolness, intelligence and beauty into oneness!

AAAGGGHHHHH, it’s tough, cause the male lion in me wants to eat. I will train him to be a vegetarian for now.

ROAR.

S.