Monday, January 28, 2008
you have to go to panorama
Oh my God. Oh my God oh my God. What a hilarious weekend. Firstly, 3RM's digs party was all that and a bag of chips. The highlight must've been when we piled into my car and headed down to Panorama Flea Market. South of the deep south, in an area called Mulbarton off the N12 highway.
It was a sensory overload. We were in the twilight zone. The people watching, the mullets, it was almost too much. The singer, the fight at the ATM queue when the woman bliksemmed her husband because she thought the machine was broken and he swore at her mother, but really it was insufficient funds. It was unbelievable.
But the best part, of course, was some of the stuff we saw.
The self-adhesive wall cell phone clock. A “Nokna”. The characteristic snow globe, except! With a dragon inside it to scare the children.
The dolphin puzzle. The Jesus disco light wall piece The water feature, resplendent with water wheel. Perfect for the lounge. Whack it on a doily for extra chutzpah Two tone. Lots The semi-erotic “what your name means” posters. I got one for 747 with rainbows and care bears all over it. How frikken fantastic is that.
Bok Treffers: Doilys. Everywhere. And mosquito net umbrellas for the koeksusters. Except you can't actually spell legend, ledgend. My lunch wiener. How much nuclear waste can there be in one sausage? I didn't eat it, FYI. And my personal favourite – it nearly made me wee in my pants – the uber mega dream catcher, with the ceramic eagle head perched right in the middle of the thing.
My head's still spinning.