“They came, they saw, they conquered” is a saying I dreamt up a few years ago while doing the morning crossword on the bog at Hatman Mansions. Yowzerness, you might exclaim in surprise. You didn’t know I do the crossword. Well, what can I say… I’m a man of letters. And you didn’t know that the origins of that popular phrase lay in the head of Fred, did you? There you go. It’s just the way I roll.
So I don’t have to apologise to anyone for corrupting my saying to “They came, they schmoozed, they, like, TOTALLY ROCKED the Smother City!”
Which pretty much nails the vibe that Heart & Sole unicyclist Geoff “Heartman” Brink and moi created in Cape Town as we swept all before us and “AmaOneTyre” (the unicycle)… at the SiliconCape launch (where Helen Zille and I fell in love, serenaded by the delectable Lucy Kenny and aided and abetted by head honchos Vinny Lingham and Justin Stanford) to morning coffee with Seth (yes, Rotherham) at Camps Bay Vida to arvie beers with internet marketing supremo Fred Roed of worldwidecreative.co.za and ideate.co.za fame to dinner with Gen and Lyndall (yes, Morton and Jarvis) at Caprice to a public appearance at Caveau to… hang on, this is turning into a very long sentence… so time for a pic (waffle to be contd.)
OK. Where was I? Oh, yes. (continuing)… to an autograph signing session at the Sky Bar at the Cape Royale (big doff of red hat to Goldfish for providing the tunes) to breakfast at La Bruixa where we shared Barca scrambled eggs with social media oligarch Dave Duarte to a pizza and glass of wine with Channel24 editor Jean Barker to a highly convivial and fruitful meeting with Argus editor-in-chief (and obsessive mountain biker) Chris Whitfield to double espressos and almond croissants with Springbok rugby legend turned commentator and philanthropist Bob Skinstad to.. oh, chuff it, that’s enough name-dropping for now.
So, thanks to delicious duo Catherine Luckhoff and Tamryn Waters and the mango-omc crew, Heartman and I end up at supermusicfest Rocking the Daisies on Saturday. Total grooviness overload. But Heartman had to earn his, er, mango groove by unicycling into the Cloof wine estate venue from Darling, some 14km away. And it was hot. Dry hot, not Umdloti humid hot. And we ran out of water. And a third of the route was deeply rutted dirt road. It was hardcore. And this is what it looked like…
OK. Deep breath. Still with us? Coolness. So AmaOneHeartman wobbles into Rocking The Daisies on AmaOneTyre and there’s a phalanx (love that word and it should be the collective noun for a whole bunch of phalluses, shouldn’t it?) of photographers, camerapeople, autograph hunters, hangers-on, wannabe unicyclists and various shades of well-wishing hippies at the gate to greet us. Wowness overload. Anybody would have thought we’d unicycled from Durban, not Darling. Erm, which they did. Because the MC on the main stage got it wrong and announced to all of the New Flowerchildren that we’d done exactly that. We were feted like rockstars, my babies. So much so that Captain Stu and the Freshlyground dudes watched on in going-green envy.
Never mind. That’s how we rolled at RTD. Here’s a vid for you to enjoy… shot by Speakerbox… enjoy on their site… but, first, promise to come back for two last pictorial madnesses a la Heartman. OK? Goodness. Watch out for a bobbing red Hatman on 24 secs and two groovy clips of a wobbly Heartman… here you goooooo….
How was that for you, Hatpeople? Did we rock your world or what? Come on. surely just a little bit? OK. The Scrapster and Doodlebug are nagging me for a walk on the beach so let’s wrap this up with two final pics…
… and then a whole lot of equally mind-blowing stuff happened (which I refuse to go into) and then it was time to head for Aeroporto Capetonio for a flight back to our coastal bush, monkeys, spring storms, hadedahs and wacko waves…
Oh, one last thing… I trust that you caught Kate Turkington interviewing The Heartman on Radio 702 on Sunday night. Thank you, Kate. And thank you, Kaapschtad! You guys rock!