Wednesday, June 23, 2010
chelsea or tottenham hot spurs?
This is my coffee table.
Mum: You need to tell me why you aren't shipping over that trunk I gave you?
Peas: Aaargh! We've been through this so many times!
Brit: No really, why aren't you? I happen to like that trunk!
Peas: Look people. I have a budget. I can't just ship everything I own.
Mum: Brit do you want this salad bowl Peas is trying to give away?
Brit: Actually yes.
Mum: So has she told you why she is only shipping certain things?
Brit: Well not really, I just hear what she is taking and what she's not.
Peas: I'm still standing here.
Mum: Well is it a budget around volume or weight?
Peas: Both I'm told. And besides I'll get the trunk shipped out when I know where the hell I'm going to be bloody living for longer than a few months, ok?!
Brit: She doesn't want to take the coffee table.
Mum: I know, she's crazy. I'd have her coffee table.
Brit: I know, I'd buy one myself.
Mum: So solid.
Brit: And it's scratch free.
Peas: Dove? Will you help me out here please?
Dove: No. I'm finding this too entertaining. Do carry on.
Peas: Look. Look. I've told you both that if it fits in, I'll take it. It weighs a fucking ton, but sure I'll try and squeeze it in. For goodness sake.
Mum: I just don't understand why you aren't trying to take as much as possible.
Brit: I know, I said the same thing.
Peas: Guys. Guys. Official statement: I'm going to try and squeeze the most important shit in first and the rest will follow if there's space. Can we all eat some boerie and drink now?
My mum and the Brit got on like a house on fire. In other words.
We made some bonfires at my mate's place, had a few people around, including my folks for an exuberant after-Bafana-beat-Fwonce celebration.
Someone was blowing a vuvuzela in the kitchen for 15 minutes non-stop. They're fine - in stadiums.
We're off to the Ghana Germany game tonight at Soccer City. So bloody excited, was confused on dressing this morning - is Ghana red or white? Went for the white boots and white everything else in support of the African team. We're taking the train from Joburg CBD into Soweto.
Yesterday - and I've never done this before - we roared to the venue to watch the Bafana match, and I was cutting through traffic like a cuhhhhnt, radio on, listening for any scores or commentary, being completely sports manic basically.
My interest in football has become such that I am actually tuning in in my car so that I don't miss a second. I've never done anything so absurd. I listen to electronic music, on 6-shuttle rotation. Not sport.
I'm even researching which English premiership side I will support when I move there. I need to research and and make an educated decision on which home team I will support.
It won't be Manchester United.
But I need a team. This love of football has changed my life. In that, I'm fucking gripped by it.
Nervous. Two and half weeks until I leave South Africa.