I feel like I am motes of once-known-as-Feylian swirling in Barenjaeger* or a leaf blowing in the whistle of Felix Laband’s Whistling in Tongues. I want to drink Him and I know he will taste of maple syrup. My blood is hardly salty red – I’ve just made him a mixed cd of music [...]

It is wine festival time again /GRIN. El the Legend’s church* has a yearly charity event where all gather to have wine, good food and excellent conversation. This year I have my own table.
Folk in attendance: CC, Delicious One, Rangineer, O the Metal Alchemist, Lovely Lila (MM’s sister), Hot Divorce Lawyer & friend and a [...]

Hmmmm…quite an evening. Went to The Hungarian Bar as it was Brilliant Hungarian’s bday party. Left early as poor Bambi was…to put it lightly…in pain. But of course, stoically handling said severe pain. Freaking idiot.
Man, I love those people. Should hopefully see them again soon. Swine flu has thus far precluded any visits to the [...]

I warn you now: this post offers  the intellectual stimulation of  watching a Love Boat episode with purple cotton candy wedged in your ears.
It has been quite a week. I’m so knackered I can barely see straight. I am not the biggest sleeper in the world but 15 or so hours in 4 days is [...]

You know you’ve had a rough evening when the next day it feels like you are wading through the metre high snowbank that is your work day while wearing little more than a flimsy dress aka your conscience. My brain currently resembles a 1.5kg roughly hewn block of porous gloop.
Went to Tings with Little [...]

I love the endless-possibility-feeling of a Saturday morning, when the living is easy*. An epic evening of acoustic blues at Sinkshack with Badword, Poet Programmer and the guys from The Black Cat Bones ensured a fragile morning ensconced in feather duvet and The Rattle Bag. I have no idea what I will do the rest [...]

I love how sometimes only 1 day can be of such awesome that writing becomes a giggling Herculean task.
Last night was indeed epic, even if it was not nearly what I had envisioned it to be. El was, as always, freaking legendary. It is a miracle that the woman can move without stepping over the [...]

I have a lot of work to do but there is in me a /bounce spirit that makes concentrating harder than removing cooled homemade caramel from a formica tabletop. Remember that winter-sun-drenched feeling of stretching your legs on the rugby/soccer/hockey field, when everything is that Highveld dry golden brown, and every worry seeps into pearls [...]

Oh my soul. For some reason being at the Redhead Photographer’s house brings out the /bounce in me like very little else. It does help that CC is here /grin. Remember Melville?
Listening to Not My Dog and much other loveliness. Just had an epic dinner of steak and one kickass salad. Atkins ftw! Gotta love [...]

Well the bloortness is better but I am still quite unbalanced. D’s party was wincingly awkward. Hopefully by next year his dad is less bitter and my organisational skills in working order. At least the little man enjoyed it. Gosh, he’s becoming more and more of a person and it is awesome to watch.
The Oriental [...]