Monday, November 16, 2009

Ras, rugby and reefer...

Gosh. It's been awhile, hey? I can't actually remember the last time I sat down to write on my blog. There've been a few rushed scribblings inbetween steaming vegetables for purees, changing nappies, kissing tears away, playing on the floor pretending to be a rabbit with Layla's pink stockings on my head and shaking my 'ears' about just to hear the most INCREDIBLE laugh you have EVER heard! I know that on the first morning she goes to school, I will sit down with a quiet cup of lonely tea and wish that I hadn't wished for more me-time...
Not being a fan of any sort of sport, I do manage to get excited enough about the Bokke to watch their odd game. Especially while languishing in this chilly, grey outpost, awaiting my self-imposed exile to end! (Yip - feeling pretty bleak at the moment with another English Christmas approaching.) But back to that fateful, or is it fatal, game between the Boks and France. I didn't watch the game - but instead watched Craig watch the game on the laptop - and from where I was sitting, it looked painful. Groans, anguished grunting and winces of humiliation said it all. Personally, and despite not having an ounce of rugby knowledge, I can DEFINITELY diagnose the cause of the demise: Ras Dumisani.
To quote my dear father: "What a shocking disgrace. He must've smoked a whole arm of boom before the performance. Idiot. Not one note in key and he didn’t know the words either. He should get a flogging for that." I'm not too sure it is Ras's fault. I mean, did he even know he was there? He looked to me like he was flying very high, somewhere very far away. So can he truly be blamed for this atrocity? I blame the poephol who hired him! Whatever HE was smoking must be a thousand times stronger than ol' Ras Dumisani's brand of boom. A little French schoolboy would have done Schalkie a lot more patriotically proud than this 'goefed', has-been, ex-pat Rasta. All I've heard is it was the South African Embassy in France who hired the oke. He should've hired him some bodyguards at the same time - Schalk's face at the said: "Ek gaan jou blerry bliksem, jou &%(**&^%&^%&%&^$$$@*(*)(!!!!!"
Time to go - again. But please be sure to leave your comments about Ras, rugby and reefer!