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Right. Everyone? It's time.
We just came back from 15 minutes of blowing the fokken GEES out of our little orange vuvuzelas at the midday road rave.
Zooty Gautrains are whizzing about, Ferris wheels are spinning, cars are flag-festooned and some adorable folk have taken Cape Town's most cherished monument to 'doh!' – The Highway to Nowhere – and finally given it a purpose. A giant vuvuzela stand!
Could we be more amped?!
I know nothing about soccer, so obviously, I've been boning up.
"Kelebetseng?" I asked. "I need your help. I have to choose a back pocket country."
"What?! " she shrieked. "You aren't supporting Bafana?"
"Of course, I am!" I said defensively. "But much as I love Lili's whole if wishes were ponies take on the chances of their success... they ARE ranked 83 in a competition of only 32. I need a second country to whip out when I need to. Now, who do you recommend?"
"Well," she said thoughtfully. "The Spanish boys are VERY cute. As are the Italians, the Brazilians and the Greek. In fact, there's something about soccer players... even the English, US and Slovenians are pretty damn droolworthy."
I drew myself up to my full editorial height. (Which is slightly taller than Kele's 5 foot.)
"How rude," I rebuked. "I want to make a real, informed decision. It's not all about the drool, you know. Who are the significant sex rogues? Which Wag is destined to take over from Her Wagesty? And is Becks really HERE? Really? REALLY?"
Sometimes, I really relish frivolousness for frivolity's sake.
I also love that we are showcasing our very special brand of patriotism. That plastic trumpets make up our ear-shattering orchestra of choice. That we had eschewed all carefully brand-positioned songs like the Diski and the Waka Waka song, and have embraced 'make the circle bigger!' as our 2010 theme, complete with silly hand movements and a completely disarming disregard for anything but that one line.
I just love that if you remove the politicians and the odd dick, we ROCK as a country.
Screw who wins. Let's just show them how a supposedly partisan nation parties.
And if you've got a pic of yourself blowing a vuvuzela... send it in so that we can add it to ours!
Yours, riding the rainbow
We just came back from 15 minutes of blowing the fokken GEES out of our little orange vuvuzelas at the midday road rave.
Zooty Gautrains are whizzing about, Ferris wheels are spinning, cars are flag-festooned and some adorable folk have taken Cape Town's most cherished monument to 'doh!' – The Highway to Nowhere – and finally given it a purpose. A giant vuvuzela stand!
Could we be more amped?!
I know nothing about soccer, so obviously, I've been boning up.
"Kelebetseng?" I asked. "I need your help. I have to choose a back pocket country."
"What?! " she shrieked. "You aren't supporting Bafana?"
"Of course, I am!" I said defensively. "But much as I love Lili's whole if wishes were ponies take on the chances of their success... they ARE ranked 83 in a competition of only 32. I need a second country to whip out when I need to. Now, who do you recommend?"
"Well," she said thoughtfully. "The Spanish boys are VERY cute. As are the Italians, the Brazilians and the Greek. In fact, there's something about soccer players... even the English, US and Slovenians are pretty damn droolworthy."
I drew myself up to my full editorial height. (Which is slightly taller than Kele's 5 foot.)
"How rude," I rebuked. "I want to make a real, informed decision. It's not all about the drool, you know. Who are the significant sex rogues? Which Wag is destined to take over from Her Wagesty? And is Becks really HERE? Really? REALLY?"
Sometimes, I really relish frivolousness for frivolity's sake.
I also love that we are showcasing our very special brand of patriotism. That plastic trumpets make up our ear-shattering orchestra of choice. That we had eschewed all carefully brand-positioned songs like the Diski and the Waka Waka song, and have embraced 'make the circle bigger!' as our 2010 theme, complete with silly hand movements and a completely disarming disregard for anything but that one line.
I just love that if you remove the politicians and the odd dick, we ROCK as a country.
Screw who wins. Let's just show them how a supposedly partisan nation parties.
And if you've got a pic of yourself blowing a vuvuzela... send it in so that we can add it to ours!
Yours, riding the rainbow
