A shop owner in Brakpan , South Africa , was tired of people breaking into his yard/shop so he came up with the idea of shaving his dog like a lion.
Everyone in SA recognises a lion, now he has no problem with thugs!
South African ingenuity – we call it “’n Boer maak ‘n plan”…

Source: the interweb thingy

A brief sample:

I imagine the same questions are racing through your brilliant mind as were racing through mine on that fateful day. What is this? Why have I been given it? What have I done to deserve this? And, which one is the starter, which one is the desert?

You don’t get to a position like yours Richard with anything less than a generous sprinkling of observational power so I KNOW you will have spotted the tomato next to the two yellow shafts of sponge on the left. Yes, it’s next to the sponge shaft without the green paste. That’s got to be the clue hasn’t it. No sane person would serve a desert with a tomato would they. Well answer me this Richard, what sort of animal would serve a desert with peas in: and I know it looks like a baaji but it’s in custard Richard, custard.

Read the whole thing – reckon everyone has had an experience like this somewhere along the line

To get to the title of my first post – “Life is too short to dance with fat girls”. I heard it yesterday while watching Episode 8 of Californication, a new American mini series, where David Duchovny plays Hank Moody, a famous author with writers block. Hank’s father tells him that while the two of them are having a father to son chat at a bar – I had a good chuckle when I heard him say it

Nice one Steve – looking forward to some good content!!

_ Koekemoer unpacks | GoTravel24.com

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Nothing could be closer to the truth with Vernon Koekemoer who, after having his photo taken at the H2O party in Boksburg has become an internet sensation.

He’s surpassed Chuck and the Hoff with leagues of jokes attesting to his manliness, not to mention a string of photoshop-ped images and videos. His Facebook group has over 4 000 members, and he’s even been featured on Sky News in Britain.

GoTravel24 catches up with the Koekmeister…

Long live Vernon!!

VERNON KOEKEMOER rose to fame in just 2 days after pictures of his awesomeness was circulated on the web. The original pictures where taken at H2O, and the world decided that this legend of a man should be famous… the rest… as they say… is history…

Unfortunately his original fan group closed down, but we decided that the world has not had enough of… the man… the legend… VERNON KOEKEMOER

So, please help us make Vernon Koekemoer famous, by using his picture, cropping, cutting, and pasting it into pictures of exotic places, historical moments, and general moments of awesomeness, so that he can once again rise to fame, flex his biceps, and sokkie the night away!!!

Please invite all your friends, especially the creative ones who know their way around Photoshop, and help us to:

MAKE VERNON KOEKEMOER FAMOUS…. AGAIN!!!!!

If you’re Saffa, check it out. If you’re not, Chuck Norris, beware!!!

So here I am with 20 mins to kill and a few ideas…

To be honest it’s not really the significance or duration of it that makes me want to write, but rather the situation I find myself in that makes me reflective. I’ve always maintained that this blog is an exercise in catharcism and memory more than anything else.

6 years ago I couldn’t find a proper first job in London, had almost blown my savings on partying with my already financially established mates (the exchange rate post 9/11 meant I arrived with half of what I would have – it was about R20 to £1), was living on about £350 a month (it can be done, ask me how) in a double room with another (great) guy and constant snail invasions in a house with 5 rooms and no lounge and no electricity and no warmth, and at times felt like the road to finding something was more than I could handle. Shock, horror, I also had to sleep on the floor of a mates studio flat in winter in a pink sleeping bag made for South African summers. I’ve already said I was wet behind the ears. More than a few times I broke down and wanted to give up.

We did live wonderful privileged lives in South Africa, and I often wonder if we still could. I guess a part of me insanely wanted to arrive in London and suddenly leapfrog into the social and job sphere I inhabited in South Africa. No such luck

On the 18th of Jan (the day I arrived in London) precisely 6 years later, I found myself in a Kindo board meeting at 8am, with some of the best and most talented individuals I’ve had the pleasure to work with. There’s a Kindo press release coming soon about our investors, so I’m keeping schtum for now. If you had have asked me what I would be doing with my time 6 years ago, and described Kindo to me, I probably would have jumped at it with open arms, and still would.

Lucky for me me I’m now living in a great 2 bed flat in the heart of Wimbledon with my brother (who I’m immensely proud of) – constant electricity, real heating, no snails, nice huge TV, tinternet, telephone – the works baby!!

On top of that, thank my lucky stars, the next day I left for a week long holiday in France, where I got to race down steep snow covered slopes on a 5ft long snowboard. I felt like a kid again, and after turning down at least 6 or 7 similar trips with good mates, due to lack of cash or too much work going on, it did feel like I’d turned something, if not a corner.

It’s funny how life is, how the irony of things makes reflection and introspection lead you to the conclusion that sometimes sheer bloody mindedness and persistence is often more or less important than what or whom you know. I think what I’m trying to tell myself is that the last 6 years have been worth it every step of the way, for the lessons I’ve learned, people I’ve met, and experiences I’ve had. It seems almost too good to be true the situation I find myself in now is almost the complete opposite of where I was 6 years ago. Yet when I examine what work I’ve put in, some would say no wonder. The hard part is I often berate myself for not putting in more…

I wonder what the next 6 years has in store for moi? Much if I have anything to do with it