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

Why I am single, according to the gospel of Jon (sans the h)


I always liked YOU, really…

So Erin is officially Fay-mouse. After she was on Idols on Sunday things seemed to speed up a whole bunch. Not only did she get over 30 friend requests in minutes after her segment came on, she was asked to do a bunch of interviews…including with YOU/HUISGENOOT magazine. So imagine how exciting it was when I found out they were coming to our house! He he he… Continue reading

The Jikeleza Jog 2011 all wrapped up

It’s now been four days since I arrived back home from the Jikeleza Jog 2011, and I’ve had a bit of time to process the event. Actually I find it weird to refer to it as an ‘event’, because running down the Wild Coast for three days is not like an ordinary race. It’s not rigidly structured, it’s not branded to hell and back – it’s an organic natural experience, a way to get from A to B without more than a bottle of water and a good pair of trainers. The path varies, it swerves, it dips, it goes through water, over rocks and sometimes it disappears altogether. And that is how trail runners like it. Continue reading