Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Vodafuck


Last night I watched “Fly with me” on the BBC, and it’s very funny, Matt Lucas and David Walliams , are really very clever satirists. They did however do a scene using the 1st class head airhostess, and her attitude to a couple who have been bought a 1st class ticket as a gift and she feels are not of the standing for 1st class, and as funny as the scene is it did remind me of some of the treatment I have suffered at the hands of the service industry. Why do we stand for this? We pay for the dubious pleasure of being treated badly, and it’s our fault, because we just don’t do anything about it.
I have been battling my phone service provider for several months, it all started in May. I was called by my service provider and told that I was using less than 2 gigabytes of data, and that they have a special which gives me 2 gigs and whatever I don’t use is carried over to the following month. Sounds great, go ahead, and with that in early June I left for Italy and did not use my service until the end of August. Now logic tells me that I should at very least have 4 gigs available to me, but within a few days I have blown though the cap and am paying 50cents a megabyte. How can this be? I ask for an investigation, and I’m told that this is correct, but how, because they say so, there is no physical proof of this that they make available to me, but that’s ok I buy 2.5 more gigs, and within 24 hours it’s used up, it’s insane, how is this possible, I then pursue this further, and am given the same response, it goes to investigation and I’m told that I have used it up. So by the 17th of the month I have been through 6.5 gigs, no one seems to be able to tell me firstly how did they get to call me and tell me I use less than 2 gigs and offer me that deal? Secondly, how is it possible to go through more than 6.5 gigs in half a month and not be able to get a clear breakdown on where it’s has been used.
Enough about that, but it’s enough, why do we keep taking shit from services we pay for, stand up and give them hell, you walk into a store, and you are not dealt with properly, do something about it, take your business else where, and complain to everyone who will listen, and go above that person, and keep going until you get satisfaction.

On a lighter note this one’s for some one very special, it was Mi Ma’s favorite.



Monday, 26 September 2011

bad as me

I had breakfast with a good friend this yesterday at a little deli in Blawberg, called Carlucci it overlooks the wreck that is amazingly now in three pieces. The breakfast was really good, I had a classic, eggs and bacon while my friend went healthy for the fruit, muesli and yogurt option, which looked so good I regretted my decision right away. So if you are in that area, go check it out, the service is good and it’s a cool place to sit and watch the bay.

Look what’s being released on the 25th of October “BAD AS ME” the new Tom Waits….. I can’t wait.



Sunday, 25 September 2011

Speakers

It’s been a beautiful day here in Cape Town, it feels like summers on its way, and Cape Town is one of those truly special places in summer.
Things have been a little quiet for a bit, it’s either being content, or just being to busy, the latter it certainly isn’t. Business has been a little quiet.
I have been having a good weekend but I have been bothered by some people who believe they are a whole lot cooler if the distorted thumping emitted from their cars, can be heard 3 miles away. Guess what if it was a little clearer I probably might even like your taste in music. I do have to tell you that I never got laid on the size of the speakers in my car if that was the case, I would be deaf as a doornail.


Thursday, 15 September 2011

Baby


Sunday at the SA Hotrod day, which I really am very bored with, a sandlot and a few vendors is not my idea of a hotrod day, there are cars worth in excess of half a million rand and that’s the best that can be done. A amazing thing happened to me, I was standing near Maybelline, and for those that don’t know it’s my car, when a couple approached with a gorgeous and very young baby in hand, it must have been his first outing. They asked me if they could take a photo of me with the kid while sitting in my car, obviously, I said he should sit in the car holding his son, but they insisted that they wanted him held by tattooed arms and all that so I did it, and it was awesome, it was really great to be holding such a cute little guy in my arm’s, sitting in my lovely car.
Monday I got a call from a fellow tattoo artist who has named his newborn baby boy, Milo and I just didn’t know what to say, I was really at a loss for words, it’s not something I ever thought about, but wow that’s a really big thing to me. A child is the one thing I never really wanted in my life, I have never felt the need to procreate, and never felt like I missed out on something, I still don’t feel that way. This did however leave a big impression on me, and I guess it’s a way of reminding me of the true beauty in life, and the importance of building a family. Not that the nuclear family that we are led to believe in, but all those connections with wonderful people who mean so much in your life, they also can be the very best of family.


Monday, 5 September 2011

Shave


There are a few bastions of manhood left, and this is not going to be some misogynist rambling, it’s just that few things are a mans thing anymore, it seems that all we used to do as men has been done, and done well by women. There is one thing that even though girls will shave, and shave in all sorts of places men never do, but one of the wonderfully manly things to do every day is to have a great shave. Not this bullshit splash some water on your face, a gel that foams and a razor with a gazillion blades, that shaves you in seconds while you wipe your ass, brush your teeth, and comb your hair. The good, old-fashioned shave, where you have a mug, boiling water, and a great badger hair brush, and before Greenpeace get on my case the badgers are not harmed when they collect the hair, so chill out. A hot towel on your skin to soften that bristling day old growth, the hot brush from the mug dips in the shaving soap, building a lather, reheating it in the mug, and building the lather even fuller, and then applied to your face. A beautifully sharpened strait razor and a clean well angled stroke of your face, that clean feeling, nothing makes me feel quiet as good as that in the morning.
I know it probably seems inane, and un-important in the grand scheme of things, but I just love every minute of it, there are very few things that a man will do as often as shave, besides the obvious that is, in his life, and I think that taking the time to make it a pleasure instead of a chore, is just a great way to start the day.
When I have my own home again instead of renting I am definitely putting some kind of boiler in the bathroom so I have boiling water on tap, a hook for a leather strop to sharpen my razor, and a shelf for small face towels and hooks for a pair of brushes. A wonderful, cozy place to just starts the day.
Perhaps all this race to get ahead is as expected, reducing the time we have to enjoy the small things in life, a cliché, I know, but perhaps the only way we take it back is by starting with the little things that make you feel good, whatever they are.


Salon Roma:  Nino always makes time shave me whenever I get to Johannesburg.
Address:  8a Tyrwhitt Ave
Neighborhood:  Rosebank Johannesburg. South Africa.

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