For no reason other than it’s Friday and this will certainly kick your weekend off on the right note …
Before you climb into your car and head to Rocking The Daisies to ghush your faces off this weekend, take a second to read this brilliant article by Dan Nash from Bangers & Nash. With
The Silly Season summer about to kick off in the Cape, we’re all fully aware of the awesome parties which will present itself along the way. From music festivals to trance parties, the chances that you get exposed to and offered drugs – in all forms – are great. What I appreciate about Dan’s article is that he stresses that we should rather accept that drugs are a part of our society rather than condemn or condone them and with this mindset offer some tips to help you “rave safe, bruh.”
As mentioned in a previous post, it is of little importance how much money you spend on a suit if it doesn’t fit you. I cannot stress this enough. I see so many men walking the streets of Cape Town wearing store-bought suits which simply do not fit them. It’s almost laughable and defeats the purpose of wearing the suit completely. Whilst getting a suit made for yourself may seem daunting, it is a process which we all need to undertake at some stage and the more you know about the do’s and don’t’s, the easier the process will seem. Following on from the previous post mentioned above, here are 5 more tips to ensure that you get the best tailored suit possible.
Ageing. It’s a motherfucker and a natural progression we men go through. As we age, shit changes. We pick up a belly somewhere along the way and the hair on our head migrates to our back and there’s no point complaining about it. The hard part is dealing with the fact that this process has decided to come knocking on your door because in our own mind we’re going to be Superman for the rest of our lives. Not Homer Simpson or Peter Griffen. The key is to handle the process with humility and to understand our limitations. This is what I’ve grappled with during the past week. Let me explain …
For no other reason than it’s a Thursday, here is a compilation of humans plough their heads and/or faces into mother earth. Some are at pace, others are not. Either way, this shit is funny.
What better way to ease into the last few hours of your working day by listening to a little bit of Roy Orbison? I truly believe, with all my heart, that if we humans could hear the angels sing, they would all sound like Roy Orbison. They man had the voice of a saint! In fact the tone he hits at 02:09 gives me the shivers. It’s a beautiful thing! The song itself never really received the acclaim it deserved upon its release in 1989, reaching number 9 on the Billboard Hot 100 and thus returning Orbison to the Top 10 for the first time in 25 years. Incidentally the song was released after Orbison’s death in December 1988 and is considered by many, including myself, to be his best work. Plugin those earphones, turn this one up and enjoy it with me. RIP