So, I'm at the SABC (large corporation that broadcasts all SA television shows, and radio stations), so that I can coordinate the recording of the two latest radio ads that I wrote. I look like I just stepped out of an all-night bhangra bash in New Delhi, what with my mismatched hippie gear that I decided to throw on thsi morning for lack of better judgement - not looking jooge at all - and of course, Gareth Cliff, the sexiest most amazing DJ with a voice like crushed velvet is on air in his little glass bubble studio. I applied more lipstick, and contemplated flashing him my tits but thought better of it, and kissed the glass, giving him a large toothy grin. He just looked super bemused and didn't even smile back. Then Candy waves at him and she gets a wave back.
This is the guy I listen to religiously between 3:00 and 6:00 pm EVERY SINGLE DAY. I love him for God's sake! I mean, I think that I may even be secretely in love with him? And he fobs me off??? Most crushing. But then he did look rather undebonair in his old tracksuit top. I'm sure he just didn't see me. Although I am wearing Hangover Acid green.