So, we get there on Friday, and this guy with a blue school blazer walks up to me and asks me for a cigarette. Now, when someone asks you a question in that way it leaves you open to two choices. Either Yes or No. I've been planning this trip for a long time, and worked a lot of overtime to save up, so that I can have enough beers, cigarettes, food and spending money. If I give this guy a cigarette he'll be back tomorrow for more, and then maybe a beer here and there, and before long I have to start begging. So I thought, Fuck him, and said No. Man, the look on his face. Then he proceeds to argue with me. I told him that he left me the choice and I said No. What the fuck is up with that? Anyway he must have told the rest of his buddies, because from thereon, only my buddies were approached by beggars. The other fuck-nut I had the displeasure of meeting, was a chap called 'Scott'. I apologise if he's your buddy, I'm sure he's a nice enough chap when he is sleeping. However, if you are just there to drink and smoke yourself into stupidity, you've already missed the point, and should stay the fuck away from me. Don't get me wrong, I was quite tanked up, and sampled a few drags here and there as well, but when you become an idiot, you should go and sleep it off, rather than make your name poes. So that's my short and sweet on Oppikoppi.
Thank you all again for visiting my site. I hope the photos brought back memories of a good weekend. I trust some of you will continue visiting, and please leave me a comment. It's good to know what you guys think as well. Now fuck off and get back to work.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Nog kak praat en dinge - Oppikoppi
Ek het gedink ek moet miskien n bietje met julle gesels in Afrikaans, sienende dat dit my moeder taal is. En as dit kak lyk, tough shit. Hoe langer ek in fokken Johannesburg bly hoe meer besmet raak my Afrikaans met Engelse Kak. In elkgeval, ek het al vir n rukkie Radio Kalahari Orkes enjoy, en al geluister met n bree glimlag op my gesig. Dit laat mens sommer moerse lekker voel as jy n klomp musos op die stage sien wat hulle self amper meer as die crowd geniet. Verder deur die naweek het die musiek meer n agtergrond murmur geword soos die drank met my bloed en brein begin komunikeer het. Dis seker kak van my, maar vir my het dit meer as net oor musiek gegaan. Wat my regtig in die lewe fasineer is mense en hulle interaksie met al die dinge wat na ons gegooi word in ons leeftyd. Ok, ok, ek gaan nou nie te fokken filosofies raak nie. Ek skryf nie om mense aan die slaap te maak nie, maar eder dat hulle my trakseer as hulle nie met my saamstem nie. Hoe interesant kan die lewe wees as ons alewig net kopskud en voort fok. My web site is nou al twee weke aan die gang en ek het nog fokol negetiewe kretiek gekry nie. Dis fokken boring! Daar is nie n manier dat al die fokkers wat sover gelees het met alles bliksemswil saamstem nie. As jy dink ek het die bus gemis, gebruik jou fokken vingers en skryf dan so. Is dit n Suid Afrikaanse trent dat ons maar net saamstem terwyl mense ons eintlik so debliksem in kan maak dat ons ons fokken hare wil uitrek, he? Goed, genoeg gekerm.
Oppikoppi was in een woord, befok! Ek se julle, dis seker die eerste keer in n fokken lang tyd dat ek na n jol gaan met so baie mense, waar daar 'fokkel' kak is nie. Mens moet alewig oor jou skouers kyk by sulke groot konserte. Ek was so fokken rustig, jy kon met my toor. Dit was miskien te doen met n knypie van die hier, en n knypie van daai daar, maar die punt is dat ek myself meer tyd toe gaan staan vir music festivals van die aard.
Vir al julle fokkers wat so vriendlik was, en natuurlik die hot meisies wat my n stiffie hier en daar gegee het, se ek dankie en sien julle volgende jaar, of die volgende erg-Afrikaanse fees.
Gesondheid!
Oppikoppi was in een woord, befok! Ek se julle, dis seker die eerste keer in n fokken lang tyd dat ek na n jol gaan met so baie mense, waar daar 'fokkel' kak is nie. Mens moet alewig oor jou skouers kyk by sulke groot konserte. Ek was so fokken rustig, jy kon met my toor. Dit was miskien te doen met n knypie van die hier, en n knypie van daai daar, maar die punt is dat ek myself meer tyd toe gaan staan vir music festivals van die aard.
Vir al julle fokkers wat so vriendlik was, en natuurlik die hot meisies wat my n stiffie hier en daar gegee het, se ek dankie en sien julle volgende jaar, of die volgende erg-Afrikaanse fees.
Gesondheid!
Daar's n hond in die bos
The cobwebs have started to loosen up, and some memories have started to surface.
Oppikoppi dellivered in every aspect that I could have anticipated, and more. I've been trying to twist my buddies arms for the last year, and been trying to go myself for at least the last ten years.
Right up to the Wednesday before, I thought I was gonna be fucked over by some conniving, spitefull son of a bitch force, that was gonna forsake me another visit to the bos, to experience Oppikoppi. Friday was by far the longest day of the Year. Fuck what the Astrologist told you. Of all the days of the Year, I had absolutely no fuckin work to do, and sat twidling my thumbs, and annoying my buddies on the phone and e-mail. Well anyway, we finally got on the road and headed north. By the time we stopped for our first piss, 20 kays from home, the trip was already to long. The traffic was fucked up and we decided to slow down to an 80kay average and fuck the rest. By the time we passed Brits, cars were flying past us hooting. We finally got to the spot and unpacked all our shit. Of course neither one of my buddies paid heed to the warning, not to bring takkies or flops, so they sommer kakked from the moment they got out of the car. Jumping around like loonatics trying to find a spot without thorns. We had a cool spot right between the two main gates to the stages. And almost immediately met the first, of only 4 idiots I met the whole weekend. This doos was bumming smokes and beer from us already, and it was only Friday for fuck sakes! One of only a few things that pissed me off over the weekend. The other being the cun...s, we saw stealing stuff out of peoples tents, when they were away. Right, enough moaning.
Man, were there women! I've still got a stiff ...uh neck from all the hotties walking around. There's only so many moments as cool as women walking around, looking cool, and flirting just enough to be sexy. I don't know from wherever they come from, but they've got it down to a fine art. If this is the talent we have in South Africa, I say fuck the rest, with interest.
We finally sorted the camp, and took a trap up to the stages. It was amazingly difficult over the weekend to catch all the bands, but from what I heard, there's some good talent in SA. Now this is probably where you guys and girls send a virus to my site, but I can't say I was to impressed with Fokof... Afrikaans Nirvana, blah fuckin blah. They're cool for the chicks, and apart from one song I enjoyed, it just seemed they are to obsessed with self-promotion. Most people I spoke to were dissapointed with Karen Zoid. Well, I wasn't. I enjoyed her music, and if this is what marriage did for her, I say fuckin A. Her previous stunts were over the top. She's got the talent and doesn't have to prove anything. Sipho Hotstix also had my feet tapping, and I finally started to relax after the nightmare trip there.
Okay, got some work to do. I'll give you hooligans some more news later.
Oppikoppi dellivered in every aspect that I could have anticipated, and more. I've been trying to twist my buddies arms for the last year, and been trying to go myself for at least the last ten years.
Right up to the Wednesday before, I thought I was gonna be fucked over by some conniving, spitefull son of a bitch force, that was gonna forsake me another visit to the bos, to experience Oppikoppi. Friday was by far the longest day of the Year. Fuck what the Astrologist told you. Of all the days of the Year, I had absolutely no fuckin work to do, and sat twidling my thumbs, and annoying my buddies on the phone and e-mail. Well anyway, we finally got on the road and headed north. By the time we stopped for our first piss, 20 kays from home, the trip was already to long. The traffic was fucked up and we decided to slow down to an 80kay average and fuck the rest. By the time we passed Brits, cars were flying past us hooting. We finally got to the spot and unpacked all our shit. Of course neither one of my buddies paid heed to the warning, not to bring takkies or flops, so they sommer kakked from the moment they got out of the car. Jumping around like loonatics trying to find a spot without thorns. We had a cool spot right between the two main gates to the stages. And almost immediately met the first, of only 4 idiots I met the whole weekend. This doos was bumming smokes and beer from us already, and it was only Friday for fuck sakes! One of only a few things that pissed me off over the weekend. The other being the cun...s, we saw stealing stuff out of peoples tents, when they were away. Right, enough moaning.
Man, were there women! I've still got a stiff ...uh neck from all the hotties walking around. There's only so many moments as cool as women walking around, looking cool, and flirting just enough to be sexy. I don't know from wherever they come from, but they've got it down to a fine art. If this is the talent we have in South Africa, I say fuck the rest, with interest.
We finally sorted the camp, and took a trap up to the stages. It was amazingly difficult over the weekend to catch all the bands, but from what I heard, there's some good talent in SA. Now this is probably where you guys and girls send a virus to my site, but I can't say I was to impressed with Fokof... Afrikaans Nirvana, blah fuckin blah. They're cool for the chicks, and apart from one song I enjoyed, it just seemed they are to obsessed with self-promotion. Most people I spoke to were dissapointed with Karen Zoid. Well, I wasn't. I enjoyed her music, and if this is what marriage did for her, I say fuckin A. Her previous stunts were over the top. She's got the talent and doesn't have to prove anything. Sipho Hotstix also had my feet tapping, and I finally started to relax after the nightmare trip there.
Okay, got some work to do. I'll give you hooligans some more news later.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Oppikoppi
So, i'm leaving for the Oppikoppi festival today. I heard it's the biggest music festival in the country, if not Africa. I've been trying to go for the past ten years, and something always comes up. I'l be back next week to show off some pics, and give you a rundown of the debauchery that took place.
Ciao
Ciao
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
The travelling T-shirt
I don't buy collectables, I collect shit. Once every now and again I get an urge, grab a black bag and throw shit out. If I didn't i'd be living in a shit-hole. The other day my dog, Black got a bit excited when I got home and bumped into a large pottery vase that was given to me, proudly I might add, by my mom. So I scraped the shit together and chucked it out. No harm done, and one less thing to take up space. During one of these urges, a few months back, I noticed an old t-shirt with a Harley motiff on, that I got from swapping with an old buddy during a night of heavy drinking. Anyhow, I in turn swapped it with some guy at a Rally and never thought of it again. Till the other day that is, when I woke up and went to have a shower. What would I notice in the mirror, but the same fuckin t-shirt. I thought I was tripping at first, but the holes and blemishes here and there, were excactly the fuckin same. I might tell you, that I don't a have a materialistic bone in my body. I've lost more cellphones, cameras and other paraphernalia than any person alive, i'm sure. Maybe i'll wake up one day and all my shit will be lying there. They say, the more you give the more you get. Well, I tell you man, if I continue losing shit at the rate that I do, i'm gonna get one big fuckin surprise one day.
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