The good ol' days ?

Wa'd up ya'll ?

I wanted to,don't really know why.. just thought I'd do the Parow thing, being that me and Grieks used to live in the "hood" as it was termed by both housemates and other friends.

And it is with the last word in above paragraph in which I'd like to write about.

There are memories edged into my mind, not out of pain, but out of pure fun and laughter and 1st time experience ( as Craig would say), of some really good times in the last 7 - 8 years.
London has been a great experience this year, we've made friends here that we will have for life because they are great people, and we've even put in place some prelim plans to show them the beauties of Cape Town when they come visit just after we hopefully return to CT for good at the end of Nov 2007.

Having found some friends of a little further back in history ( more friends of Jaco [my brother] than mine, but people who I got to know a lot more when I worked [G-unit] with (even if it was at St. Elmos :), and went to varisty with for 4 years as part of a lift club, who had also come to London and had dropped into London within 2 weeks after myself and Grieks braved the weather of this place.

It is great to have historic (in the sense that we knew them before we got here), but one of the tough things of being this far from "home" is the lack of having my good mates Micon and Octavo here in London. Lately memories of Dustbowl ( of which I still owe Oct money for the evenings that we booked into the hotel for), Milnerton LAN's, especially having 2 stunt kites flying on the hockey fields in the middle of the night, one of which (mine) is absolutely black... sounds daft but it was great fun. Weekends of lanning and playing Risk, getting into debates about all kinds of things, dropping off to McD's on Saturday after having a long Friday night worth of gaming, and then not listening to the good advise of all parents around the world to let your food settle before having a dip in the pool at Oct's parents' place.

Going out to Stones to go get cigars and play some games of pool.. even becoming regulars at the Durbanville Stones, with the sweet bar lady who used to serve us there. She even kept our favourite table for us after the 1st week of us showing up almost every evening for 3 weeks. Yet more debt I have to settle with Oct for that as well (having been a student at that time).

Going to Kleinbaai to get away from the hectic life of CT, playing risk until all the girls were possibly bored out of their skull with us, then sitting up with coffee and just listening to either the wind howl outside of the break of the ocean on the rock just across the road from the house, many many a great memory there, even once making the mistake to take pc's to Kleinbaai.. bad idea.Munchies, Jelly Tots, shot glasses and always trusty Grieks' pack of cards.. later on the nice warmth from the wood "kaggel" in Hennie's corner.

We've really enjoyed London the last 9 - 10 month's that we've gotten settled (very subjective there) here, but the things I mentioned above here are the things I sincerely miss. Sitting in Oct's "flat" at the back of his parents' place and just listening how Oct and Micon thought through things. Going out to Corner House ( in the good ol' days before it became a techno dance house, but was a rock house) with Grieks and the guys, a finer Friday has not yet presented itself since, there have been a few really good ones since, but nothing like being told to assume the position for tequila swirls at Cantina Tequila in the Waterfront, after which we made the rounds out to Corner House and a little later on to that famous used-to-be 24 hour eating place in Rondebosch (which I'm not going to try and spell as normally at that time of the evening we were more interested in getting something to eat than trying to remember the spelling on the door :) ), now converted ( last time I saw it) into a tourist office / booking operator. After which the drive home as always interesting... and then walking from Oct's place ( sometimes after some coffee) around the corner and up to home in the middle of the morning.

There were a few of those mornings where it was so surreal to be walking that little stretch that early in the morning. Brackenfell that time of the morning was / probably still is, completely silent, even as the N1 highway only passes about 150metres from there it has this beautiful quiet about it.

I miss it to sit and listen to the chat and banter of my two great friends talking about planets, thoughts, ideas and the future.

Z