(Ta Rooibos)

Not sure if it’s legit, but it rocks nonetheless…!

I sure am…!

No, not the rugby team, South Africa’s lawyers.

The results of a survey led to a decision to introduce a dress code for all lawyers to make them look more like advocates. This is aimed at getting rid of the perception that lawyers were beneath advocates.

Well, if they need to be representing people like this oke, they’re gonna need more than just a flashy bib and robe to impress.

Ross was telling me the other day about a group of British soccer fans that have formed a band. As a tribute to their idol, Lucas Radebe, they named it Kaiser Chiefs, after his old football club. (side note: only a soccer fan would go to all that trouble, then spell the name wrong). Apparently they’re pretty good though, they even made the RockSound cover disk.

I worked at a Chiefs – Pirates derby game once, that’s why I find the title to their debut album so ironic:

I predict a riot…!

So here’s the deal, last weekend my wife went to P’nP Northgate to purchase some paint from one of those colour swatches. A day later our painter arrived and painted the house, but it was the wrong colour, close, but definitely wrong (it’s important to note that the tin was unmarked).

I was pissed, and sent someone to complain, I wanted the paint replaced and I wanted them to pay the painter (R200) as well, as it their balls-up. The guy at Pick ‘n Pay, Sifiso, said “You’re pushing your luck, the paint has already been used, why should we replace it?” he also refused to pay for the painter. Dude, of course the paint was used, I assumed it was what we asked for (silly me), and as I didn’t do the painting myself, I only realised the mistake later.

Eventually he caved-in and said he would replace the paint; he mixed the new stuff, and we went back home to fetch the cash slip – which had subsequently been thrown away (stupid, I know, but you don’t expect to return paint). He thus refused the exchange (even though he had already mixed the paint), citing company policy as his right.

Fine. It is my right to now stop doing my monthly shopping at your store, as well as stopping my company’s considerable purchases from your store too. It’s also my right to spread the word… I will exercise those rights.

Sifiso, don’t you realise that damage control is one of the single best ways of creating powerful customer evangelists?

Yeah Pick ‘n Pay, your people make the difference alright, but that works both ways…!

I’m proud to say that the lady and I were part of a R13 000 donation to Starfish last night. A friend of ours, who belongs to the Benoni branch of an organisation called The Thursday Club, organised the event to raise funds for kids with AIDS.

They have events every two months, I’ll be sure to let you all know when the next one is so you can do your bit too. There were plenty of cool prizes to be won as well (digital cameras, tattoo vouchers, a wheelbarrow full of goodies), so it’s worth it!

D’ave and I did a conference at Champagne Sports Resort in the ‘berg and found this sign in our bathroom.

I’ve never, ever before, seen so many comma’s, in one long, long sentence. I think it’s all grammatically correct, but it just looks really odd.

To Dave (not D’ave), for walking up to me 5-minutes ago at Standard Bank, and telling me that he’s a fan of the blog.

Dude, you just made my fucking day…!

Am I the only guy in SA that ABSA-fucking-lutely hates the “please check the voucher now being printed…your receipt will print in a moment” rigmarole at those portable ATM’s you find in petrol stations? Talk about interruption marketing.

No-one even looks at them, they’re just litter, and sure as hell no-one calls Budget Insurance for a free quote based on this (if you did, you’re a bit of a sad twat).

What’s more, before someone came up with this brilliant marketing ploy, you used to be able to choose not to print a receipt at all (saving paper, and time), now I’m forced to hang about waiting for this junk to print – and I pay for this privilege.

ATM spammers: fuck you, get a clue…!

Yaaay, I lead a healthy, active lifestyle.

Thanks Mc’d..!

You just gotta admire the balls of this diahatsu driver:

It seems D’ave has competition in the pretension department…!

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\Great…!

Just saw this superrad site that sells my kinda shit:

- Because only the poor should walk

- Every office needs one

- I miss our AIBO

- A bit of practice ’til I get my real one

(not really sure about this though)

If you listen carefully, you’ll hear the gentle whisper of my bank account emptying…!

According to a mail I got today, “punk legends” the Sprembirds are coming to South Africa on the (and I love this) nothing to prove tour. Now I’ve been listening to Punk Rock for years and I’ve never heard of these guys, equally ignorant is the worlds largest online punk music store.

Still, could be fun…!

There’s this old dude who’s been lurking around our complex for about a year now, washing cars and just trying to do things to make cash.



I feel quite bad for him though, ‘cos recently it looks like when the sun starts going down he develops a nasty inward bend in his left wrist and his right leg seems to shrink quite a lot ‘cos he limps like a stilt-walker with one stilt. I know this because he walks up and down the road by the traffic lights begging for money.

It’s okay though, ‘cos this morning I saw him washing someone’s car and there was nothing wrong, so like I said, it must just be a late afternoon thing!

It’s quite similar to the plague affecting most street kids now. Looks like hunchbackorreia is quite a problem. Someone should tell those kids not to walk around like that, it’s bad for their backs!