My mum and I get compared to the Gilmore Girls all the fucking time. I resisted watching the series for a long time, shrugging off the comparison while adopting my natural state of sardonic and opinionated. But then I had to watch it in order to have an opinion, to see whether we were actually …
More shit I heard in the queue at the Kirstenbosch summer concert. While Monkey was spreading his smoked snoek mousse on his rye bread with a plastic teaspoon, I was sipping away on my crisp wine. Crisp wine was crisp because of my fancy wine wand which looks disturbingly like a sex toy. A sex …
There is literally no one who loves a Kirstenbosch summer concert more than me… Except maybe every single Woolies branch manager in the greater Cape Town area. And every dressed by Cape Union Mart Capetonian. That fucking amphitheatre is like a sugar free, dairy free, gluten free, lactose free, ice cream truck. White okes flock …
I grew up on Musicals… My babysitters were Jean Hagen (BEST EVER), Debbie Reynolds, Julie Andrews et al. And I can basically recite every single Musical in our VHS collection. You might find this weird given my cynical, sardonic, and crusty exterior. I live to surprise… ****Jazz Hands**** So last night I thought I would …