Category Archives: Personal stuff

Facebook: A collision of private & professional

I promised myself I wouldn’t write about Facebook. Everyone’s writing and talking about it. And I just hate being part of a mob. However part of a mob I am, as I am a Facebook user. And I need help. I must admit I love it and I love burning my company’s bandwidth while using […]

Excuse me, there's a hole in this plane

On the way back from Port Elizabeth to Jo’burg on Wednesday evening, I took this shot with my cellphone of a very disturbing looking wall panel inside the plane, right where I was sitting. A gaping hole in the plane wall is not good, especially at 1 000 feet in the air. My question of […]

My daughter tried to upload herself

This evening, to my great irritation, a little message kept popping up on my screen. I looked down and there was my baby daughter giving the USB cord for my phone, which was still plugged into my laptop, a great big suck. As you can imagine, I whipped it out of her hands at the […]

I love strepsils

I’ve had a good run. It’s been three years, but finally the winter got me. A combine harvester just drove through my throat, attached a trailer, then drove back out again. What this means, is that are my friend.

My day today

1. Email at M&G was down for the whole day. Yes, the whole day. It’s still down. It’s the second time it has happened. If you have any emails for me, please fax them and then I’ll courier the replies back to you. 2. Whilst driving through Melville this afternoon there was a power failure. […]

PVR – I gots me one

I got a PVR — that’s South African for TiVo. My friend Ian McDonald, a recent Cape Town emigre, finally convinced me to splurge in this thoroughly unnecessary piece of equipment. I’ve only got one TV, but because it’s a dual view they are making me pay for two, but so be it — I’ve […]

The bad chicken blog post

The chicken Bridget roasted last night had a funny smell. Even though the sell by date said “25 April”, we were hungry, the cricket was going badly and it was late. So we cooked it. We ate it. It just didn’t taste right, but I plowed on. This could be my last post. There was […]

The Cricket World Cup Y.A.W.N.

Is it me or is this Cricket World Cup a bit less exciting than doing my toenails. Why don’t they play two matches per day in the Super Eights? Why don’t they make the group stages shorter? Why was there such a long build up? Why don’t the play games more frequently (ie like other […]

Of mice and men

This afternoon, on his way to help the news editor with the daily podcast, laptop in hand, Vincent strolled by my desk. He said he was “taking his mouse for a walk”. I know the stress gets to us all in this goddam job. Amatomu.com in particular has taken a lot out of us. But […]

Blog widows & the Blog awards

So I see Bridget is now officially a member of the South African blog widows club. Otherwise more about what bloggers are saying about the blog awards here

Bob Woolmer: It really cut me up

I got the breaking news SMS from M&G Online as I got off the plane late Sunday Night. I have to admit, I got strangely cut up about the news. I usually don’t get hung up about these things — but in this instance, I felt really upset for Bob. I don’t know the man. […]

Rosebank police station: a depressing SA reality

I usually avoid writing these kinds of posts… but felt I had to do so… The Rosebank Police Station, made me even more depressed about crime in South Africa. I went there on Friday to get an affadvit. As I walked in, a bad odour hit me and stayed with me for the rest of my short visit. The walls in the reception area were generally chipped, grimy and dirty. The place was gloomy and badly lit. The welcome carpet was tatty and had some of the letters of the “Welcome” ripped out. Broken office furniture lay in a heap to one side. I could see one police officer behind the desk, but mostly I saw overweight people without uniforms or name tags milling around behind the desk. Even though it was early morning, I think they had bored expressions on their faces — no hint of pride or alertness or professionalism that you’d expect from the police service….

MK89, eish flippen fokof good

I don’t know what is about MK89 on DSTV. But it is brilliant and addictive. My van is nie Boekland nie, dis Buckland en ek is net amper ‘n rooinek. But Bridge and I are addicted to it and have started to get into Afrikaans music (yes, even Deleray Deleray). English artists are featured there […]

Identity theft???

Got this mail today, via this blog:    On 8/28/06, matt < matt_buckland@hotmail.com> wrote: > > From……: matt > Email…..: matt_buckland@hotmail.com > Url…….: > > …………………………………………………. > Subject…: you stole my name > …………………………………………………. > > you are a gay you dstoll my name so change your name or ill stab your eyes out > […]

Weimaraners

I digress. Now everyone who’s been to our house know that we have the faultiest, craziest dog known to man. Edie is adoreable but has way too much excess energy. This apparently is common to the Weimaraner breed. So I guess its extra bad luck if your energetic, A-type Weimaraner has an energetic, A-type personality to […]

Sony Ericsson M600i

I want it.