Okay, so maybe that last pop quiz was a tad OTT. I’ve been watching that music video since 1984ish so for me (and Mr Orwell) it seemed like a good idea at the time. But just like voting for Obama, afterwards you sometimes wonder why? I’ve got some nice VHS tapes of Solid Gold if anybody’s interested…

LG was the landslide winner so she wins the prize of her choice. As for the rest of you, eat my shorts after the 4^th day of Test cricket in Delhi. With some fava beans. I’ll post a nice picture for you all next time hey? That’ll be groovy. A nice snapshot of a cat juggling a ball of wool with the caption – UCANTEATMYFKNSTEERSBURGERITSMINENOWPISHOFF. My Dad would be proud.

Speaking of my Dad, which channel do you prefer to catch the weather on? I know etv has this extreme comprehensive breakdown but damnit Yasmin its just too much information. I still prefer SABC’s short and sweet full picture as opposed to the slow fly-by and the silky smooth Rob Van Dam. I can make two cuppas and burn some toast before they reach the Western Cape, and of course by that time, it’s gone forward two days. Have a good one.

And finally, I rediscovered something wonderful this weekend – foreplay. In the spect of retro though, I’m sure I’ve been quite an unromantic selfish ass for the past few years. I mean, so we buy some chocolates, lingerie and flowers and expect that to just do the trick. Any poephol can do that! And this poephol did quite a few times and wondered why he was still sitting alone watching NCIS at nights.

The ears are drying.

I'm sure some of you remember this from the 80's - if you have the time, memory, pluck or ability, fill in the names of the artists who sang these lines. Top scorer wins a prize!

Have you ever tried walking around the mall or down a busy street and just looked at people and smiled at them?

Do you know where San José or Tipperary is without looking/googling?

Can you see electro-magnetism in the air?

Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?

Where in the world would I be without you, if you are leaving?

Okay, so I’ve been listening to Kylie Minogue today, gimme a break. I’ll always have a soft spot for her (and a hard one too) because she was my first cassette when I were a wee tosser. Je ne sais pas porquoi?

We have a staff member here with the unfortunate name of Pinky and she’s not the quickest kid out of the blocks either. So you can only guess what lovely term they’ve stuck her with behind her back. Adults can be worse that children sometimes…. and the brain, brain, brain, brain, brain.

We also have somebody that looks like a bullfrog, which leads me to my next synaptic lyric: Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine. I don’t know the rest, could google it but won’t, because one of you kind folk will tell me what it’s all about. Oh won’t you? Stay, just a little bit longer. Now I’ve had the time of my life.

I’m supposed to write about croquet, on occasion, so here goes: After I ripped apart the Proteas for failing to topple the Poms on home soil, they duly went and defeated India by an innings on the continental sub. So, I thought about writing about how good they can be, but (and I’ve learnt the very hard way) I decided to see how the 2^nd Test went before rattling off some chard. And you know the rest. They lost by an innings, were on the receiving end of a Tendulkar 200* in the ODIs, and the only men to walk out tall were Amla & AB.

In the end, it’s just the lack of consistency that grates my cheddar. Amen. Chard. Cheddar. Me smells a fondue in the making. Probably the beans curry from last night.

Dripping from a dead dog’s eye

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