Isn't that just terribly annoying? With all our advances in technology, we still get those messages fed to us. Usually on the telly, when watching something really exciting, often at some critical point. Like when you're watching a humdinger of a cricket match, the bowler is on a hat-trick and then Bzzzt, squiggle-squiggle, Blip! And then that message appears. With some horrible elevator music as accompaniment. Terrible. Well, I had a bit of a Bzzzt, squiggle-squiggle, Blip moment reasently. So:
We apologise for the break in transm... Aaaagghhhh! Sod Off!!
Where to begin? It's been so long. I hope I can remember how this works. For starters, let me congratulate fellow blogspace inhabitants Boigz the Blogger and Tequila Tart for keeping things going in my absence. Rose Thorn is also due a post. Tsk, tsk. Come on Rosie, I am sure there have been some interesting events in the Rose Bush recently.
I might have been a little too subtle in my last post. At the time, there were a few things on my mind that I really wanted to write down somewhere, but due to a multitude of reasons, a public forum might not have been the right place for them. I wanted to get that accross somehow.
Part of the reason why I was gone for so long, was that I have been kept extremely busy at work lately. I am now finally back in sunny, windy old Cape Town and things have been a little hectic in the office. Also, I have been cut off from the devil. My IT chief decided to block facebook on the last computers that still had access to it. The bugger. So my online presence has almost disappeared entirely. I will have to find an interweb cafe somewhere to get my fix now. I knew this was going to happen. Getting sucked in to the abyss by the charms of Satan. I now get terribly upset when I see friend requests sent to my email and I can't go and accept them. This torture is probably just part of the devil's evil plan.
Another reason why I haven't blogged is of a bit more of a delicate nature. I have tought long and hard about how I should approach this. What I should and should not write, etc. I have come to the conclusion that the best course of action would be the unwashed, unabridged truth. No sugar coating. Well, here goes:
The very first weekend after my return from forn parts, I went along to my new flatmate's 40th birthday party in the quaint little town of Montagu. Which co-incidentally is where I grew up. Well some of my growing up was done there. My parents still live there, so I could visit them every now and then, inbetween partying with the mates. On Saturday night we went big. Dress-up costumes of comic book heroes and all. The costumes were great. Some of the people really did make a huge effort. Mine was particularly fetching thanks to heaps of help from one half of the Demonic Sibling Wolfpack. She went as Tank Girl, complete with dart in army helmet. Very well done indeed. The whole group of starngely dressed people then went about the town, as one does, and made a turn at the Baines and something (forget what the other name is) pub. I knew it as The Sour Grape, in my youth. Lovely little place. And they serve, wait for it... Yes, they serve the best beer in the world, Napier Bier, on tap. (Just a note: While I am working today, a lot of the mates are in Napier, at the Suntouched Inn, drinking this wonderful beverage. Wish I could have gone). Everybody had some. It was fantastic. We also amused fellow patrons of the establishment with our attire and of course our antics, trying to remain in character at all times. After our beer, we went back to party central, which the flatmate sponsored, including the really good food and a whole lot of booze. Of which I naturally partook handsomely. Lots. There was also a bottle of coffe or chocolate tequila floating about. Now normally I can't imbibe tequila, I wish I could, but for some reason it does not like to remain in my body for more than a few seconds. This stuff, the sweetened version, maybe also a little less potent, I could keep inside. That might not have been good. I ended up keeping about half a bottle in. For those that know me, this is no mean feat. I usually need two beers to send me running to the nearest oral deposit locale. That night, however, all the drink stayed with me. I got blind drunk. Horribly, terribly blind drunk. There are huge gaps in my memory. But I do remember that I kinda hooked up with the flatmate's ex. At the party that he catered for everything. The ex that he still had a thing for. Sometimes, I can be a right bastard.
In my defence, not that I am trying to shift blame in any way, I was....extremely drunk. Judgement buggered off a long time before. I did apparently ask somebody, sometime through the evening if it would be a good idea for me to get aquianted with the lady in question. The answer was a very definite NO. But that was when I could still speak. When I had the ability to form not only complex sentences, but could make sounds come out of my mouth in a way that could be understood by other people from this planet. Later, this was not the case. Obviously, events like this can't remain hidden. The flatmate knew, was not impressed and, skipping a few details, we don't really talk now. We're still living together, which is a tiny bit awkward and strained. I did apologise as much as I could and I do feel terrible about how things happened. There's nothing I can do about it now. All I can do, as I have been since all this happened is to stay out of his way as much as possible, visiting friends 'till the early hours of the morning or just sleeping over. Maybe tings will change sometime. Maybe not.
On top of all this, I was accused of whoring about with another man(I am using this term very loosely)'s wife. The two are going through a messy divorce and I got told how much of a "spineless f*cker" I am, by the husband. This is all happening in PE. I am in Cape Town. For a while, I was in Gauteng. Now, according to urban legend, I am apparently quite well endowed. But surely, IT ISN"T THAT F*CKING LONG! Oh, the drama...
Other than that, life is fantastic. It is wonderful to be back in Cape Town. We seem to have some proper weather again today. I do feel at home here. Albeit at work. I shall try to stop the craziness every once in a while, to keep this here blog as up to date as I can now. Hopefully, the technical difficulties are sorted out soon.
I will also try to change the design of this page a bit. Please bear with me, for I know not what I do.
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