A HOLIDAY IN CAPE TOWN - Friday 27 February

We frequently fall prey to taking things for granted.
Cape Town is one of the things that I am often guilty of taking for granted.

We are so caught up in the daily stresses of survival, coupled with the never-ending negatives that the media bombards us with, that we sometimes do not appreciate the combination of mountain, sea, weather and people, plus much more that Cape Town affords us.

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I have traveled fairly extensively, and while I can’t honestly say that Cape Town is the best city that I have ever experienced in the world – pre-revolution Luanda gets my vote – it is certainly one of the better cities to live in.

An article on a Ukrainian model reminded me of what Cape Town really is.
Twenty-two-year-old Lera Koryts'ka, one of the world’s top European models who has graced many international magazine covers, including Sports Illustrated, has decided to make South Africa her home after falling in love with Cape Town and its people.

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She recalls when her agent first asked if she wanted to come to South Africa in 2004. “Of course I said yes. I still remember sitting at the SA embassy in the Ukraine, looking at the beautiful pictures of the Waterfront and Clifton beach.

‘In Ukraine’ said Lera, ‘people dream of a holiday where they can be close to the sea and mountains. For me living in Cape Town is like being on a permanent holiday.’

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A FINE LINE & ALL - Thursday 26 February 2009

There is a fine line between humour and insult.

South Africans are usually quite comfortable making fun of each other - indeed laughing at themselves - and the bulk of our humour is based on Sipho, Gamatjie, Van Der Merwe and of course Moodley.

But when such humour is directed at us personally it is often a hard pill to swallow.

Idols finalist, da’fella Lendel Moonsamy from Durban & all, is the latest victim of one two such die's & daai's -

– or is it insult?
Others are saying ‘Nooit, dats race-ism ek se.’

Incidentally, four of the 12 finalist fellas are from Durban & all, and da’fella Moonsamy is the first Hindian to make the dis ting…. finals & all.

Ever, Ek se.

Some of the comments on Mweb’s website are:

"Indians don't watch Idols… damn… stick to curry and cricket,"

"I am merely trying to show that curry and Lendel have the same effect on me"

"Ahhh I see it's everyone from Chatsworth… this looks more like a meeting place for horse race tips"

Personally I don’t find the first two comments very funny, but the third one, about Lendel's huge fan base on Facebook, is worth a smile. I know how passionate da'fellas are about the ponies.

Like I said. It's a fine line & all.

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SO YOU THINK YOU ARE KINKY - Wednesday 25 February 2009

If you thought that you or your lover might be kinky, think again.
Check out these kinky sexual customs from around the world.

Seven times a year, on a holiday called Pon, INDONESIANS make a pilgrimage to a sacred mountain on Java for a ceremony of good fortune through sex. To receive blessings, they spend the night having sex with someone other than their spouse. Their wishes will be fulfilled only if they sleep with that person all seven times.

And in HAITI, each July, voodoo practitioners journey to the waterfalls of Saut d'Eau to worship the goddess of love. Things get racy when you mix the love goddess with a bunch of naked bodies writhing around in the mud. The ritual even includes the blood of sacrificed animals--cow and goat heads are thrown into the mix.

INDIA’S first and only phone-sex line was so popular--it was driving users into debt--that the government actually shut it down. "People were on so long it cost them $25 a call," says sexologist Dr. Shirish Malde. The average salary in India is $200 a month. "It was a dangerous addiction."

This past June, nearly two dozen nurses and undertakers in Turin, ITALY, were arrested for having, sex among the coffins and refrigerated cabinets of a mortuary. Apparently, embalming fluid is a new pheromone.

41 percent of FRENCH men and women have participated in an, orgy, and 27 percent of them have engaged in partner swapping. The French also give and receive the most fellatio

For $15 a year, anybody in Medellin, COLOMBIA, can be a porn star. Members of the organization Club Stop spend their weekends "acting" in amateur porn movies, which are then sold locally. The quality of the movies is low, but demand is high.

And duller than dull...
37% of RUSSIAN women have never had an orgasm.

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RIO CARNIVAL 2009 - Tuesday 24 February 2009

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BIGGEST PARTY ON EARTH - Monday 23 February 2009
CRIMINALS’ PARADISE

Billed as ‘The Biggest Party on Earth,’ the Rio Carnival in Brazil is a magnet for tourists, but it is also a magnet for the countries criminals.
In three separate incidents, 47 tourists were robbed in Rio on Thursday, most of them in their hotels.

In one hotel, visitors from the Unted States, Britain and Argentina were forced to hand over money, passports and cameras to an armed gang that took over their small hotel in the city center.

The robbers, brandishing handguns, grenades and knives, had gained entry after one of them asked to use the toilet and overpowered the receptionist.

Less than 24 hours earlier, another hotel was hit in similar circumstances in the popular Copacabana beach neighborhood. Thirteen tourists staying in the budget establishment were robbed by four armed men.

Also Thursday, a group of 10 tourists — six Germans and four Americans —- were mugged by gunmen as they were taking photos in Rio's southern residential district of Sao Conrado, police said.

Sounds a tad more dangerous than our coon carnival?

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OF SPIRITS AND HEALERS - Friday 19 February 2009
Originally posted on 18 April 2007. Reposted on request of a reader

Anyone here believe in ghosts, demons and people with super natural powers?
In 1985 I suddenly lost my sight. I was completely blind and doctors were baffled. They couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I was eventually presented to a panel of 29 Eye Specialists at Johannesburg General Hospital and 28 of them concurred that I had retinal TB. I was treated for this for several months, involving daily injections directly into my eyes and 60 tablets a day. Nothing worked.

My late sister decided that something supernatural had been done to me and proceeded to haul me off to various ‘dukoems’ as they were called.

This is an account of what happened at three of them.
The first one was an Indian lady in Lenasia who charged R100 for a consultation. She told me to bring a coconut with when I went for my appointment. After much ritual and incantation, she told me that I should come back a week later, with another R100 of course. If something supernatural had been done the coconut would be cracked. A week later I went back. The coconut was not cracked. She told me that there was something wrong with the coconut and that I should bring another one next time!

The next guy was in Riverlea. He was famous and there was a queue outside his place. White people, Black People, Indian People, rich people, poor people. Everyone flocked to Boeta Taypie. He proceeded to write in Arabic on my eyelids with a huge dagger. He said I would be fine the next day and if I was not I should call for another appointment. I wasn’t fine the next day. He did not charge a fee, but told my sister that he welcomed donations for his good work. She of course donated generously. A few months later I got him gambling away merrily at Sun City. He was quite embarrassed and pretended to not recognize me.

The third one was a lady who worked with a 14-year-old girl. For a donation of R200, she incited some prayers in a strange language and the spirit of the person who had done me harm entered the girl’s body and spoke directly to me. This was a girl with a strong Indian accent who started talking with a fluent Cape Colored accent! She claimed to be my ex mother-in-law and told me that she had buried a dog in Langebaan as part of the black magic she performed on me. The only way that I would get my sight back was to find and dig up the dog.
Now I am a skeptic and also knew my ex mother-in-law very well. She had turned Moslem to marry a man for about 6 weeks when she was much younger. It did not work out.
So I asked the spirit “If you are really my ex mother-in-law, tell me what your Moslem name was. The girl was silent for a moment, then turned to the medium and said “Ek willie meer moet hom praat nie.” – I don’t want to speak to him anymore.

A few weeks later the admin staff at Johannesburg General discovered that I was not white and therefore 'was not supposed to be treated at their hospital'. They transferred me to St Johns Clinic at Baragwanath, reputed to be the best Eye Clinic in the Southern Hemisphere. The head doctor there was the 29th one who did not agree that I had Retinal TB.
Dr Eli Dahan asked me to sign an indemnity form and started treating me for Bechett’s Disease.
One tablet a day and 8 days later I could see through one eye! It was too late to save the other.

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THE TRUTH ABOUT MAKING MONEY ONLINE - Thursday 19 February 2009

Even if you are not consciously searching, as a regular internet user I am sure that you have at some stage or other been exposed to opportunities to make money online.
I have yet to find the person that would turn down the opportunity to make tons of money from the comfort of their home and with very little effort.
So, is it possible?

The answer is yes, it is possible, but the bad news is that it is highly improbable.
Unless you are prepared to work very hard, mostly for a long time and without making any money, you will not succeed.

Obviously you need to be familiar with web site design and development, back-end management, search engine optimisation and internet marketing.

But when your site is eventually live, you are in competition with somewhere in the region of 30 billion other web pages, to drive traffic to your site, and ultimately make some cash.

There are many ways to make money online, but in essence they all involve selling.
You sell products, services, information or skills.
That’s it.

So, unless you have a brilliant product or idea, exceptional skills, a specialised service or earth shattering information, it is not going to be easy for you to make tons of money online.

If however, you are prepared to consistently work very hard, it is possible to, in the longterm, earn a decent income online through a combination of writing content, affiliate programs and Google Adsense.

Unless of course you are prepared to scam people out of their hard earned money.
The biggest one of them all?
HOW TO MAKE MONEY ONLINE.

There are even people out their selling information and systems on ‘How to Win The Lottery.’
If anyone had the information or a system to win the lottery, would it make sense for them to sell it?
Yet there are apparently thousands of poor people out there falling for these ridiculous offers.

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THIEVES GET CREATIVE - Wednesday 18 February 2008

Theft of copper wire is big business in South Africa.
But, this is not a unique or even original criminal idea. Thieves steal copper wire all over the world, because copper fetches high prices in the scrap metal industry.

The prize for unique and original must surely go to two Poles arrested for stealing army tanks to be sold as scrap metal!

Police in Poland said last week they seized four Word War II and post-war Soviet tanks that thieves had stolen from a military training range near Lublin, southern Poland, to sell as scrap metal.

This was no small time operation either, as the two used tractors and a mobile crane to load the tanks onto flatbed lorries.
They even hired two transport companies to transport the tanks to the scrapyard.
The four tanks each weigh over 20 tons and would fetch US$16 700 as scrap metal.

Meanwhile, back in sunny South Africa, petty thieves have decided that breaking and entering is too much work. They now target pool cleaners like Kreepy Crawlies, garden furniture, pets –yes they steal your dog - and even letterboxes.

And the tik addicts still wait at cemeteries for people to leave after a funeral, to steal the fresh flowers from the new grave, and then wait at the gate to resell it to the next customer.

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SOUTH AFRICA RANKS NUMBER ONE - Tuesday 17 February 2009

We all know that the Springboks/Proteas are the current Rugby World Champions and that our cricket team are (for now) ranked number one in the world.
But, is there anything else that South Africa, and South Africans excel at?

Google reveals that there are many things at which South Africa and South Africans rank very highly for.
For example ‘Cape Town ranks number three on World Monopoly Board’, ‘South African inventions rank amongst world’s best’ and so on.
The only thing that I could find where South Africa ranks absolutely number one in the world rankings caught me by surprise though.

In terms of internet searches for one particular word, South Africa reigns supreme.
Worldwide, there are an average of 88-million searches for this word every day, and no other country comes close to South Africa when it comes to searching for this word.

The top five are as follows:
1. South Africa
2. Ireland
3. New Zealand
4. United Kingdom
5. Australia

The word?
Porn.

Will somebody please tell them about redtube and youporn. Maybe they will stop searching?

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VULTURE CULTURE - Monday 16 February 2009

Political analyst, Professor Adam Habib, summed up the ANC of today when he spoke of ‘the inability of ANC leaders to withstand the temptation of political office and the power that came with it.’
He said it took 90 years for freedom fighters to build the liberation pedigree of the ANC and today's leaders a mere 15 years to destroy it.

The bitter in-fighting in the party started on June 13, 2005, when then president Thabo Mbeki fired his deputy Jacob Zuma after Judge Hillary Squires had sentenced the latter's financial adviser, Shabir Shaik, to 15 years in prison for corruption and fraud in 2004.

Since then the ANC became a battlefield for the personal feud between these two powerful figures, and what we see today is the result of that power struggle.
A struggle that had personal gain and ego at its root, and a struggle that had more vultures in the party clambering to align themselves to either of the two.

The proper term for a group of vultures depends on what they are doing at the time. In the evening and at night, it is a roost. When there is a group flying around in circles in morning hours or on migration, it is a kettle. A group around a carcass is a convergence.

The ANC today is nothing short of a convergence of vultures who had only one goal in mind, and that was ‘to align themselves to the one that they thought would be able to milk the system best.’
Vultures who shared the vision of ‘personal gain.’
Vultures who, in their wake left only the skeleton of a once glorious liberation movement.

The ANC of 1994 has been utterly destroyed.
It has lost its soul.

For 15 years they have been taking the South African voter for granted, and the people are no longer fooled.

Or are they?

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PARASKEVIDEKATRAPHOBIA - Friday 13 February 2009

I have written about paraskevidekatraphobia – the fear of Friday 13th – before. That was a long time ago and I have since removed those archives.

Here are some more interesting/ridiculous/hilarious tales regarding the superstition.

· Many cities do not have a 13th Street or a 13th Avenue.
· Many buildings don't have a 13th floor.
· If you have 13 letters in your name, you will have the devil's luck (Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, Jeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Bundy and Albert De Salvo all have 13 letters in their names).
· There are 13 witches in a coven.

As recently as one hundred years ago, the British government sought to quell once and for all the widespread superstition among seamen that setting sail on Fridays was unlucky. A special ship was commissioned, named "H.M.S. Friday." They laid her keel on a Friday, launched her on a Friday, selected her crew on a Friday and hired a man named Jim Friday to be her captain. To top it off, H.M.S. Friday embarked on her maiden voyage on a Friday 13th, and was never seen or heard from again.

As if to prove the point, the Bible tells us there were exactly 13 present at the Last Supper. One of the dinner guests — er, disciples — betrayed Jesus Christ, setting the stage for the Crucifixion.
Did I mention the Crucifixion took place on a Friday?

As always I encourage readers to live the Yummie Lifestyle. Remember that you are responsible for your own destiny and it is only through your own effort that you will attain greatness.
So, to all you praskevidekatraphobics out there I say, break a leg, break a mirror, walk under a ladder, spill some salt and spy a black cat.
Go for gold.
You deserve it.

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DEVELOPING THE COLOURED RACE - Thursday 12 February 2009

Four teenage boys came sauntering towards me at the Seapoint Pavilion pool on Saturday. They were talking loudly to each other.
‘Yor’ said the one, ‘lets soema lam here my bru. Its kak hot.’ and they plumped themselves down right next to me.
In the meantime, another of their friends was walking towards a tree further away.
On of the four said ‘Where’s that nai walking to.’
Turning to one of his friends he said ‘Yay. Wys that gazi we lamming here jy.’

This is a mild version of mixing ‘sabela’ – a slang used by gangsters in prison - into your language, and talking like this has become very trendy amongst youngsters.
I don’t like this.

It’s fine to laugh at ourselves and our quirkiness – even I used to find some of the ‘you know you coloured’ jokes funny at times.
But, is this not proudly developing the stigma already attached to coloureds in general.

Take for example the recent fiasco, when the organisers of Cape Town’s Annual Gay Pride Parade decided they wanted a theme that would be ‘inclusive of diverse cultures’.
The best they could come up with was ‘Jou Ma se Pride.’
I’m serious.
The theme was set to be ‘Pink Ubuntu. Jou Ma se Pride.’

Thank God that some activists and organisations in the city's lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgendered and intersex (LGBTI) community objected, and the tagline has now been dropped.

I can imagine the conversation at the parade
On the one side:
‘Oe! Kala die riewe bags’
‘’Nancy you.’
On the other side:
‘Yor! Check this jas moffie checking you out bra. Dala gazi.’
‘Jou ma se!’

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MOVIE MADE IN MPUMALANGA - Wednesday 11 February 2009

Picture this..........

A feared criminal who is on the police list of ‘most wanted men’ is spotted in a small town. Residents who spot the notorious smuggler alerts police.
The poilice descend on the small town in great numbers, tyres screeching, sirens blaring, guns ablaze.

When our bad guy spots the police, he jumps into a stolen vehicle and speeds off. The police convoy gives chase.

Realising that police outnumber him and that they are gaining on him, the bad guy starts firing at the police from the moving vehicle and police return the fire.

In a dramatic scene, the bad guy jumps from the speeding car, rolls acrobatically into the bushes on the side of the road, dropping his gun in the process.

Sound like a scene from a Nicholas Cage movie?

This really happened on Monday in a town called Hazyview in Mpumalanga.
And true to South African form, the bad guy escaped.

Hazyview police spokesperson Constable Mpho Koli said ‘the suspect is wanted for serious crimes, including armed robbery, and has been on the run from police since last year’.
Anyone with information about the suspect can contact the Hazyview police at 013 0737 7328, or Constable Koli on 079 891 4994.

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JEAN PANTS AND FLINK DINK - Tuesday 10 February 2009

Piet was walking down Voortrekker Rd when he saw his buddy Kobus driving a brand new 4x4 bakkie.

‘Donner Kobus’ said Piet, ‘Where did you got from that bakkie?’

‘Marelee did gave it to me,’ replied Kobus.

‘She did gave it to you’ asked Piet incredulously,‘ I know that she did smaak you lank, but jislaaik, a brand new 4x4 bakkie?’

‘I couldn’t also believe it neither’ said Kobie ‘We was driving on Saturday night down the gravel road when she did pulled off into the bushes, jumped out of the bakkie and did take off all her clothes.’
‘Take whatever you want Kobie’ she said to me.
So I did took the bakkie.

‘Fok Kobus’ said Piet, ‘that was flink dink jong. Her clothes would never have fitted you.’

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BAGS OF HUMAN ASH FOUND AT MACASSAR - Monday 9 February 2009

Municipal workers found 23 bags containing human ash at Macassar Beach on Saturday.
The bags were found dumped between the parking lot and the Lifesavers club.

Originally it was said that human bones were also found in the bags, but police spokesperson Billy Jones has denied this.
The bags have been taken to the Stellenbosch forensic laboratory.

When I first saw the report, I had gruesome visions of mass killings, ritual murders, secret gang related ‘wipe-outs’ and witches burnt at the stake.

Surely it would take a whole lot of bodies to fill 23 bags with ash.
And then, how do you burn all these bodies without attracting attention.
At 1500 degrees F it takes about 3 hours to reduce a body to ash. At 1900 degrees it takes an hour.
Where and how did they manage to burn all these bodies.
What about the smell of burning flesh?

Unless of course they started with just one or two bodies, and then killed and burned everyone who came along and asked questions.

But, after extensive investigations in around my own mind, I have concluded that someone - definitely a colored person - working at a crematorium decided to take a short cut.

It was late on Friday afternoon when this person was given the task of burying the bags of unclaimed human ash at the crematorium.
Rather than put in the extra hours (unpaid) this person decided to simply dump the bags on the beach on the way home to Strandfontein Village.

It has to be a colored. Just think about it. A black person would be too scared that some ancestral shit would come and haunt him. A white person would be too scared of coloreds and blacks to go anywhere near Macassar Beach. An Indian would have tried to sell the ash to a sangoma or muti shop. The colored simply thought '3 o'clock on a Friday aftrenoon you want me to dig holes and bury ashes? Moenie vir my vir a P$%S vattie!'

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JUST HOW MUCH IS R1-TRILLION - Friday 6 February 2009

Yesterday, I spoke very lightly of South Africa’s 'credit active' consumers owing
R1-trillion.
But, just how much is R1-trillion.
Well for starters, if you started spending on the day that Jesus was born, and you spend R1-million every single day, you would still not have spent R1-trillion by today. If you earned zero interest on your money you would have R267.08-million left!

A billion is 1000 million, a trillion is 1000 billion.
On paper it looks like this R1 000 000 000 000.00

I couldn’t find a picture of R1-trillion anywhere on the web, but to give you some idea, below is a picture of $207-million found in the Mexico home of druglord Zhenli Ye Gon when he was arrested. Approximately 5000 times this would be a trillion.

By stretching R100 notes side by side, you can ring the equator 39.9 times.

One trillion seconds of ordinary clock time equals 31 546 years.
If you spent R1.00 every second (R374 400.00 a month)- it would take you 31,546 years to spend a trillion.

Maybe I should just settle for the R20-million Lotto on Saturday. Its easier to fathom.

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CON ARTISTS THRIVE IN CREDIT CRUNCH - Thursday 5 February 2009

Millions of people worldwide are feeling the effects of the economic slump, and South Africa is no exception.

There are almost 17 million "credit-active" consumers in South Africa, who owe about R1-trillion.
6.5 million of these are currently blacklisted and the figure is climbing steadily on a daily basis.

ENTER THE CONMAN! If you are baffled by the pic, I googled ‘swindler’ and this pic came up with the caption Jess - Sexy Swindler! I wonder what she did. Don't you?

There are many scams offering assistance to those in financial trouble.
From unsecured loans to debt counseling.
From services that guarantee to lower your repayments for a fee, to debt consolidation.

There is currently one such scam operating in South Africa that surely takes the cake.

This company offers to have you un-blacklisted for almost no effort on your part. They do not even ask for any money upfront. They don't ask you for any money period.
All you have to do is SMS your number to their short number.

Get it?

They do nothing for you, but simply collect their money from the cell phone companies for every person that responds.

Lets say the sms is charged at R5.00 and they earn a commission of R3.00.

With 6.5 million people blacklisted their earning potential is R19.5 million.
Some sms services charge up to R15, even R30 per sms.

And, it is not even illegal.

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BE CAREFUL ON VALENTINES DAY - Wednesday 4 February 2009

A word of warning to all my Indian readers who intend to celebrate Valentines Day this year.

Whatever you do, stay away from areas such as Rylands, Cravenby Estate and Pelican Park.
Avoid the whole of Durban and don’t go anywhere near Lenasia.
Why you ask?
Because the Indians are on a rampage and romantics are their target!

Sri Ram Sena (Lord Ram's Army) activists stormed the "Amnesia" bar in the southern city of Mangalore late last month and assaulted female customers whom they accused of behaving obscenely.

Now the group has turned its wrath on romantics who plan to celebrate Valentine's Day on February 14, saying the occasion encourages anti-Indian behaviour and sexual misdemeanours.

"If people celebrate the day despite our warning, then we will definitely attack them," a senior Sri Ram Sena activist, Gangadhar Kulkarni, told the Times of India.

The group's founder, Pramod Mutalik, describes his members as "the custodians of Indian culture" and says that Indian women needed to be stopped from "going astray".

You have been warned.

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THE AMAZING RAT RACE - Tuesday 3 February 2009

It so happens that Attie van Wyk of Big Concerts and Carl Olen, Executive Producer of Idols South Africa were both in the Bascule Bar at the Cape Grace Hotel on Monday night.

The two were so impressed with a local act that they got into an impromptu auction, bidding against each other to secure the act.
After fierce bidding Attie van Wyk eventually secured the act for Big Concerts.

An unknown man walked into the bar and asked the bartender, "If I show you a really good trick, will you give me a free drink?" The bartender considered it, and then agreed.

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny ageing rat. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a tiny piano. The old rat could hardly walk, but he laboriously stretched, cracked his knuckles, and proceeded to play the blues.

After the man finished his drink, he asked the bartender, "If I show you an even better trick, will you give me free drinks for the rest of the evening?" The bartender agreed, thinking that no trick could possibly be better than the first.

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny DJ console. The rat walked slowly to the console and put on a backing track. The man reached into another pocket and pulled out a small young frog, which began to belt out a heart-wrenching version of ‘I Will Always Love You.’ The room was stunned into silence, because the frog sang the song better than any Whitney Houston rendition.

This is when the bidding started. Attie van Wyk offered the man R100 000 for the frog. Carl Olen immediately offered R150 000. The man eventually accepted Attie’s bid of R500 000.

"Are you insane?" the bartender demanded. "That frog could have been worth millions to you, and you let him go for a mere R500 000!"

"Don't worry about it," the man answered. "The frog was really nothing special. You see, the rat's a ventriloquist."

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I MEET MY MATCH AT THE 2009 J&B MET - Monday 2 February 2009

I only hesitated for about three minutes when newly appointed J&B Brand Manager Roland Jonathan asked “Would you like to join us at The Met.’

I hesitated because I have had my fill of massive crowds and the humdrum of VIP areas.
But, Nellie was with me when he extended the invitation so in reality I had no choice.

My faith has been restored.
Let me choose my words carefully here.
I do not remember ever being as impressed with an event as I was with the J&B Met this year.
More specifically, The J&B Marquee at the Met this year.

There was no sign of the credit crunch as organizers pulled out all the stops, and for once I attended an event where I did not leave thinking/feeling/saying ‘I could have done that better.’
South Africa’s glitterati was out in force and as usual included sporting heroes, television personalities, stage icons, Olympic champions, and celebrities galore.

The last time that I went to the Met, the J&B Marquee was exactly that.
A Marquee.
Yes there was lavish food and décor, the entertainment was laid on and the who's who mingled, wiggled and giggled, but it was still just a VIP Marquee..

This year however, I walked in to a hospitality complex, with numerous separate but inter-leading venues.
I can’t begin to describe the overall effect.
Stunning, brilliant, spectacular, exceptional, masterful….none of these words do justice to this years J&B hospitality area.

Each separate area had its own bar and unique cuisine. Each area piped a different genre of background music catering to different tastes.
The nightclub ‘marquee’ was more impressive than any club in Cape Town, maybe even South Africa, complete with mezzanine floor, floor to ceiling windows, luxurious seating, mind-blowing sound and lighting - there was even a balcony.

On the day, invited guests were treated like royalty.
There was a massage parlor, a hair salon, a beauty parlor, and even a shoeshine guy.

I can go on and on.
Just take my word for it.
The J&B Hospitality Area at The 2009 J&B Met set a standard that the rest of the world can follow.

Pocket Power made history by becoming the first horse to win the Met three years in a row, and I even won R550 on the race. Was this part of the arrangements?

I salute everyone involved in the production of this masterpiece.
Ice cream cone in hand, I left sated and with a silly grin on my face.

Kader Khan
Editor
info@yummie.co.za