Let's Get Some Ink Perhaps

Tattoos. All the cool kids are doing it. Ooh, peer pressure just happened. Boom!

You Thought We'd Be Nice, Didn't You?

Sorry for any misconceptions. We do like cats though. And cat-ear hoodies. And hoodies that make us look like the Grim Reaper.


























































Tough love, it's the best kind apparently.

"I Want To Be a Fireman When I Grow Up", Zippo The Housecat.

So, apparently my sister's cat 'Zippo' climbed into the neighbour's tree yesterday, and then, as cats sometimes do, couldn't get down again. After hopeless attempts from the SPCA to rescue him, guess who stepped in... Could it be? For real? The City of Tshwane Fire Department? Who would have thought.

Running from one side of the tree to the other, Zippo was the star of the show, yet leaving the firemen less than impressed. The single most exciting non-crime-related moment Monumentpark has seen for years. Where was the SABC to capture this momentous event. Or 50/50 at least? I'm sure it's at least doing it's rounds somewhere on Youtube... Action and drama. The stuff movies are made of. The end.

Saturday. Yes Please.

Today we explored the twilight zone. We are completely in love with the unpretentiousness of this place. Even the birds are chilling on the grass and are not afraid when people walk past. Yes, that's right, we went for a stroll. I still had pepper spray in my bag, but it wasn't even necessary. When last did you hear of a place where it is safe to walk in this country? And the weather was even nice. A win day overall.























This is not us, even though I wish it was. It pretty much explains how we felt on our expedition though. After trying cappuccino's at nearly every coffee shop, we were slightly high on caffeine and a bit dehydrated. So we got a lift home. Thanks Ben.

Here are some of the shops, things we bought and wanted to buy... Salt and pepper shakers in the form of hugging kittens. Liquid Nougat. Dark Chocolate coated goji berries. Marshmallow mice. Fillet steak. Amongst other things. Wow. It really feels like going on holiday in a small town or somewhere you'd stop on a road trip. Perfect for a Saturday stroll.

Hello new home.

The New Black

Too many birthdays this month. Really. A girl only has that much money. When is payday again?

Some ideas for presents. (here)

Proudly Capetonian

Cape Town. You either love it or hate it. (More or less like Marmite, except Cape Town is nice to look at). It's the place most people go to on holiday. It's the new home of the Loeries. And the place tourists love the most. Once upon a time, it even used to be my home.

Now it is the home of P.H.Fat. Here is how they describe themselves : "P.H.Fat are three maniacs who make Psychodelic-Bass-Rap that smacks hard enough to make you sweat mayonnaise. Their favourite colour is green and they sometimes play golf together."

They played at Oppikoppi this year and handed out some free tracks and free avo's... Why? Why not? Have a listen, we quite enjoyed it. (And if you can get a hold of it, also listen 'We Love Animals' and 'Dinosaur Love')

Happy Birthday Sam (for last month!)

Sam is one of those girls you wish you had as an older sister. Scenario 1: Let's say you are at a cool kids party and are the very least of the cool kids. You call Sam. She arrives. She takes you under her wing. Boom. You're cool. The end. Scenario 2: Say you think you've got it all figured out, but then something happens and you realise that, oh fuck, you really have no clue. You call Sam. She teaches you a life lesson not even Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul can wish to begin teaching, ever.Boom. You are a model citizen again. The end.

Anyway, Sam is wonderful and she had her birthday in July, and being the slackers we are, only presented her with her present today. Sam has this awesome blog, leoeuf . Her blog is all about food. And life. According to her, both have a tendency to become very messy - Sam, we're with you on that one sister! So, off we went in search of a gift. It would only make sense to get Sam something food related, and we're sensible like that, so we got here this really pretty Joseph Joseph chopping board from @Home in Sandton City.

Much to our lazy asses' delight, the kind lady cashier asked us whether this piece of amazing chopping board was a gift. We replied with a very posh nod and smile (when you buy Joseph Joseph products you are fancy by proxy, trust us). "In that case, ladies," she said in her very friendly lady cashier voice "please feel free to make use of our free wrapping service." And that is exactly what we did, we felt free to makes use of the free wrapping service. And paid with our lives. And got our senses assaulted (okay, mostly our eyes). Look, @Home Sandton City, you have a beautiful set up going on, it's charming and nice and very fancy, but for fuck's sake, lose the gift wrapping service. A girl doesn't have 45 mins to waste and then get her gift returned looking like something out of a 7os East Rand wedding. Sis.

Anyway, when life hands you a wedding gift, get with the programme and make an effing wedding card, (or re-wrap it, but we've established that we're really lacking the gift wrapping ambition).

Happy Birthday, dearest Sam. When you get married one day, please let it be on the 30th of July, so we can manage to do something right.