Girls are weird

I sit here and scratch the last bit of scab off my elbow; it’s irritating me as it rubs on my Great Auntie Joan’s antique writing desk. It was quite a substantial roastie actually; a nice deep burgundy rose colour and I acquired it when clobbering my elbow climbing ‘Xena’ (19) during the night climbing session at the Roc Rally in Waterval Boven a couple weeks back. Crikey it was eina, but I tried not to moan about it lest I sounded like a…girl? Continue reading

Hunter S. would’ve downed a handful of change with bourbon

Hey yo, please click on the highlighted link if you’d like to read a three page story.  Raging Bulls of Change. It sure as shit ain’t poetry and it’s too long for a regular blog post, but maybe it’s relevant for some. Plus I have nowhere else to put it.

Green balls of curiosity in Waterval Boven

Green balls of curiosity in Waterval Boven

Garden Service Fail

Garden Service Fail

Garden Service Fail

Balls of Steel

Take 11 minutes out of your day to reassess what scary really means. Jeezlaaik.

Gentlemen to bed, for tomorrow we rise at daybreak, and we battle…at 9:30…ish

There is a movie out there, that is probably not going to make it to any mainstream cinema in South Africa. It is called The Trip, and it is quite possibly the best movie I’ve seen all year. Continue reading

Joey Kinder and Colette McInerney

So, as most of the climbing community in South Africa know, we had Team America travelling round our wintery country the last couple of weeks. Team America, as they were fondly dubbed, comprise Joey Kinder and Colette McInerney.

Joey Kinder @ Umgeni, smiling for a change

Joey Kinder @ Umgeni, smiling for a change

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Mumford & Sons are worth a listen this Monday

You have to love Mumford and Sons. Well actually you don’t, but if this song doesn’t make Monday kiff I don’t know what will. I think I fell a little bit in love with Marcus Mumford right now. Tristan, my brother, says it’s perfectly fine to have a man-crush on Marcus Mumford so I guess that’s okay then? Continue reading

Prophetic angels from a Greek Tragedy

I like tattoos a lot, and when I have one I really think will look cool (and when I can afford them) I make a plan to get them. Unfortunately, not everyone likes them as much as I do. This is an excerpt from an email I wrote to my friend Slats, explaining how this manifests: Continue reading

The Gaslight Anthem rock my piddly little world

My friend Doug gave my a flash stick full of music one day to sift through. On the flash stick were five albums by the Gaslight Anthem. I started to laugh, because about 3 weeks earlier I had sent my mate Jon a link to the Death Cab for Cutie song ‘You are a tourist’ which I was raving on about (I still like it, so screw you Jon). Anyway, Jon clicked on the link and I waited around on chat to hear what he would say about it… Continue reading

Faye gets to work, and so do I

On Sunday the 26th I went out to Umgeni again with Andrew Scott, Faye Brouard and Lazy Dave. Faye had been working on her project on Saturday so we decided to set up a fixed line to take some good pics of her. And, well, I wasn’t disappointed. Continue reading