Last night I went to a cheese and wine talk, where John van de Ruit, the guy who wrote Spud, knocked me off my feet.
Contrary to popular belief, he is not Spud. And his dad isn't as insane as depicted in the book.
He is also a helluva good looking guy. Nothing short of a perv session for me really. Nice open face, funny. He had a cherry on his arm though, so when it came to talking to him, I let my Michaelhouse mates take over.
However, am grumpy. Traffic in this city has increased exponentially, to the point where the 8 kilometres I travel to work now takes me 30 minutes. I heard somewhere that 350 000 new cars enter Johannesburg each year. It shows. I am now stuck in traffic jams where I never had to even slow down before. With this swamp in cars and taxis, comes rage, and by the time I get to work, I'm frazzled. Quite frankly, bring on the Gautrain. Because I'm certainly going to use it.