Happy Fathers Day.

I’m having a bit of a wobbly, excuse me.

Growing up I felt like my dad wasn’t around much, probably because he wasn’t.  He was a contractor and went where the money was.  Which meant that my brother Brandon was the man of the house at the age of 9 or something.  He was the only meat eater really, so whenever he got sick of the scrambled eggs on toast we practically lived on, he would braai a piece of boerie on a candle.  Because he was too small to know how to start an actual braai, and between my mother and I we were pretty useless with anything related to something a man should do.

It’s been a while since I posted anything remotely political.

The topic I’m about to embark on isn’t political so much as it is immensely sad. I’m sure you’ve heard, by now, of Jub Jub – the South African “celebrity” who diced his friend, lost control of their cars and basically flew into a group of children. During broad day light, while school kids where making their way home after a long day in class.

My favourite site of the moment

is here.  Go check them spring leapers out.  I got the following from them.  Thanks Eric!

So appropriate for my mood today.

Rant post, block your ears kids

Screw you, you HTML riddled whore, you!

Taking the easy way out. Thats what I do, always have, hopefully always won’t. This blook writing business is an almost abomininational* pain in my rectum. Each website is so goddam negative!

• If you blah blah blah [insert some wrongdoing or another] you are not ready to write a book.
• Unless you can read this sentence and know what it means, you are not ready to write a book.
• Writing a book is hard work. (No shit sherlock, I thought it would be all roses and wine drops).
• If you are unpublished, you are likely to stay that way for a while, don’t hold your breathe.

Jaysus! Thank the pope (or my brothers for teasing me my whole life**) that I have thick skin or I would have stopped this bus right here.