I was enjoying a pint of Pride at the Birkenhead Brewery just outside Stanford, gazing at Leighan Pepler’s horses nosing about in the fields over in the valley towards the Klein Rivier mountains when Guinness-black clouds were whipped up on my left… oh, how I miss a good pint of Dublin-brewed Guinness.
I popped into the Bot River Hotel the other day… now this is a hotel with real personality!
The restaurant was weighed down with tons of fascinating bric-a-brac and this cross caught my eye – in several different ways.
And, of course, I couldn’t leave without taking a tinkle…
We’ve all taken a sound whacking from our parents at supermarkets, haven’t we? I mean as children, not now.
Well, anybody who’s with me on the wrong side of 40 will know what I’m talking about. Anybody younger would have been carted off to Child Welfare before the box of Weetbix even began its downward arc in bum-seeking offensive mode.
Cape Town comedian Mark Palmer, who will be giving Stanford a bellyful of laughs this weekend, is fascinated by how parental discipline has changed over the years. And, as always, he sees the funny side.
“Supermarket hidings were so common [when he was little] that some of these shops even announced the ‘hiding’ over the intercoms: ‘there’s a light hiding in aisle 5, a light hiding in aisle 5′. Parents with kids would walk their kids past aisle 5 as a warning against misbehaving!”
You can expect this (the joke, not a light hiding) and a whole lot more if you behave yourselves and buy your tickets quicksticks for one of two shows Mark’s putting on at Oom Steyn’s pub in Stanford this weekend. Tip: Friday’s just about booked out so best you plan on getting in for the laughfest on Saturday.
The people to approach for your tickets are Stanford events organisers Vanessa Marawa (yes, we’re inundated with celebs here in The Special Village) and Antoinette Younghusband. Do that by e-mailing email@example.com or phoning 082 555 1154. Now listen up. The June 24 and 25 shows start at 7pm and Vanessa and Antoinette are asking you to be a good girl or boy and pitch up at 6.30. Or expect to be taken around to the local Spar for a light hiding. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I have to say that, despite my aversion to weddings (especially those in which I have actively played the male lead), I did rather enjoy the one which brought London to a standstill on Friday. I thought it delightful and far more authentic than the new fringe sported by Sir Elton John at the ceremony.
But, as entranced as I may have been by the service which made the dashing Prince William and comely Catherine man and wife, I was even more taken by the 30-odd (that’s 30-odd, not 30 odd!) ladies with whom I had the pleasure of taking tea and cake while watching the nuptials at Jill Smith’s most fragrant Galashiels Lodge in Stanford.
Well, as they oohed and aahed over, to be entirely honest, Kate’s dad Michael Middleton, I snapped a few pics of the, um, quite indescribable headwear on display. Here, see for yourself…
Style, my Hatpeople, style. Essential. Very important to take the trouble to be well turned out. Just like this…
I call it my Karoo-meets-Kensington look. Very big next year, fashion insiders tell me. You read it here first. It’s OK. Just thrilled to be of service.
It may be autumn outside… but in my heart it’s spring…
I hit the dirt road to Baardskeerdersbos yesterday to experience the much-raved-about Art Route for the first time.
Pleasure unconfined. Overberg artists’ works hanging in the voorkamers of homes, wine glasses draining as quickly as the levels of bonhomie soared. It was beautiful.
This is a community vibe at its most soul-enriching best. “Kom kuier,” they said… and we kuiered until we could kuier no more. We got wet, we got cold and we got our hearts warmed wherever we went.