Video clip of my ex-fix removal. excuse the poor audio.
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Vuvuzela’s blown outside of Somerset Hospital (right next door to the Cape Town Stadium)
When I had my accident back in January. I was in hospital for a couple of weeks down at the Waterfront. It was a strange place to be, in essence the hospital is right next to the sea, and just a stones throw away from the Cape Town Stadium. I wasnt in hospital because I … Continue reading Vuvuzela’s blown outside of Somerset Hospital (right next door to the Cape Town Stadium)
20 weeks, 140 days, and im off for my first walk up to the ponds with the pooch.
Pretty much every day, I would take my dog for a wee walk or swim up in the mountains. To me, one of the best things about living in Cape Town in the City Bowl, is the ability to be in nature literally just crossing the road. I off now for a wee drive/walk up … Continue reading 20 weeks, 140 days, and im off for my first walk up to the ponds with the pooch.
Just out of hospital. No joy. ANOTHER 4 WEEKS MINIMUM
Well that was fun. Ive just got out of the outpatients at the New Somerset Hospital. Ironically the only thing new there is the new strains of TB being cultivated by the dying there daily. I was very much looking forward to getting my ex-fix removed. Alas no. Nothing wrong with my leg, just not … Continue reading Just out of hospital. No joy. ANOTHER 4 WEEKS MINIMUM
queues? you want queues? you cannot handle queues. How I long for the short waits at Home Affairs.
Sweet Lordy. I've been at the Somerset Hospital this morning since 8am. That's not long you say. Well i'm still waiting for my file to be handed over to me. So that I can start the long process of going from orthopaedics through to x-rays, and back and forth. I used to think it took … Continue reading queues? you want queues? you cannot handle queues. How I long for the short waits at Home Affairs.
Play us a tune on your leg flute mister…
I never realised just how much I was living the life of Ian Anderson and Jethro Tull. Its almost as this wee ditty was written in some psychic realm for me. I have highlighted some of the words that seem to make more sense than others right now. I got this photo tonight posted to … Continue reading Play us a tune on your leg flute mister…
I need you to vote for me. I need some good luck.
I have entered a competition. Normally I never do this. Why? cos I never win anything. But I think I have a good chance of winning this prize. Considering that most of my plans have been shelved to buggery since my accident. I figure that I could do with a week in California watching the … Continue reading I need you to vote for me. I need some good luck.
“I describe my look as a blend of mother goose, cinderella, and the local hooker.” I love Dolly Parton
In a world full of copies, imitation and rubbish. One person stands out in my opinion as the mother of honesty. There is something about Dolly Parton that just does it for me. By that....im not referring to her sexuality, which she oozes for a grandmother. Dont get me wrong, Im not keen in a … Continue reading “I describe my look as a blend of mother goose, cinderella, and the local hooker.” I love Dolly Parton
Did I break my funny bone along with my tibia and fibula?
Its been over three months since my accident. Three months of feeling sorry for myself and not exactly getting much done. I recently starting doing a few stand-up gigs again. But I will admit to being neither funny, nor motivated. The South African comedy scene is fairly fractures (scuse the pun) and the distances involved … Continue reading Did I break my funny bone along with my tibia and fibula?
