<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702</id><updated>2009-11-12T12:50:19.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle aged white male living in Africa:                   Wreckless Euroafrican</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1086</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-5314740646171254465</id><published>2009-11-12T12:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:50:19.538+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>Some "light" stuff from the Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN"&gt; Teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN"&gt;Human beings are the only animals  that stutter,' she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN"&gt;A  little girl raises her hand. 'I had a kitty-cat who  stuttered.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN"&gt;The teacher, knowing how precious  some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe  the&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN"&gt;incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN"&gt;'Well', she began, 'I was in the  back yard with my kitty.  The Rottweiler that lives next door got a  running&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN"&gt;start and before we knew it, he jumped over the  fence into our yard!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN"&gt;'That must have been scary,' said the  teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN"&gt;'It sure was,' said the little  girl. 'My kitty raised her back, went "Ffffff!, Ffffff!, FfffffF," but before  she could say 'Fuck!,' the Rottweiler ate her! The teacher had to leave the  room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1. The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was  Sir Cumference.He acquired his size from too much  pi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island,  but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her  still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra  class becauseit was a weapon of math  disruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;5. The butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a  little behind in his work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;6. No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still  be stationery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;7. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was  cited for littering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;8. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would  result in Linoleum Blownapart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;9. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a  tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;10. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a  banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;11. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The  police are looking into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;12. Atheism is a non-prophet  organization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;13. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway.  One hat said to the other, 'You stay here; I'll go on a  head.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;14. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger.  Then it hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;15. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said:  'Keep off the Grass.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;16. A small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a  hospital. When his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse  said, 'No change yet.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;17. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in  motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;19. The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was  a small medium at large.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;20. The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is  now a seasoned veteran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;21. A backward poet writes  inverse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;22. In democracy it's your vote that counts. In  feudalism it's your count that votes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;23. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of  religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;24. Don't join dangerous cults: Practice safe  sects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Salagatle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-5314740646171254465?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/5314740646171254465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=5314740646171254465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/5314740646171254465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/5314740646171254465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-light-stuff-from-princess.html' title='Some &quot;light&quot; stuff from the Princess'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-1871327189326150344</id><published>2009-10-28T08:57:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:04:37.089+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Update on the state of the blogger</title><content type='html'>Hi all, it's been a while. Much has been going on, and I just couldn't seem to get it together. Anyway, let's give a synopsis of the current state of affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back from a much needed vacation in Margate. Had been a yukky week on the basis that it was miserable, raining, overcast, windy most of the time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SuftuOEhzfI/AAAAAAAADKU/uFV11SjdW9M/s1600-h/28092009664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SuftuOEhzfI/AAAAAAAADKU/uFV11SjdW9M/s400/28092009664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397544056733683186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Suftt0Wk3SI/AAAAAAAADKM/M0WHbrZoFqA/s1600-h/01102009675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Suftt0Wk3SI/AAAAAAAADKM/M0WHbrZoFqA/s400/01102009675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397544049830059298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and GMan went down to the Wild Coast casino almost every night, and made an average of ZAR1000 every night on the poker table. Not Texas Hold'em, but 3 card poker. LIU! Paid for most of the costs for the vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back the Friday, and GMan asks if he can use my car to go see his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;On his way back the car broke down. I went to tow him in. After much trying, I realised this thing was dead, and needed a mechanic. Monday I towed it in to a shop near Westgate (LIU). The next day they called to inform me that the motor was stuffed, and would need a rebuild. By Thursday they confirmed that the motor was irreparable and they would have to source a second hand motor from a scrap yard. They found one from a similar car, with 75000km on the clock (so they say). Mine was just touching on 200k km.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Suftulbdl8I/AAAAAAAADKk/OqayEjBZXlg/s1600-h/07102009691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Suftulbdl8I/AAAAAAAADKk/OqayEjBZXlg/s400/07102009691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397544063003891650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SuftudXYEqI/AAAAAAAADKc/ECsvJ7pHihk/s1600-h/06102009688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SuftudXYEqI/AAAAAAAADKc/ECsvJ7pHihk/s400/06102009688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397544060839269026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SuftvL6fVrI/AAAAAAAADKs/kmp1XhmVvGc/s1600-h/07102009692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SuftvL6fVrI/AAAAAAAADKs/kmp1XhmVvGc/s400/07102009692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397544073334576818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, it seems the doos (LIU) who has been servicing my car for the last 6 years has not been a good boy. Either he never changed the oil, or just topped it up, or he has been using some suspect form of additive. Check the pics. Anyway the black stuff could not even be removed after 4 days in an acid bath. Not sure what it is, but it did block up the oil pump causing this to fail, which then caused all the knock on damage to the motor. Oh well, from now on I take the car to the official dealers for it's services. Lesson well learned. The down side for the "mechanic" is he has lost 3 clients, me, GMan, and Queenie (mom-in-law). Luckily he has only serviced GMan's car once, and Queenies a couple of times. I will be doing an oil change on Queenies car this coming weekend, and will mind to flush the motor first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after 2.5 weeks, I get the car back. On the way home it felt, well, kind of funny. But I thought it was due to me not having driven an auto box for a while. That night, DMDad gives me a call, says he's up here in bobejaansberg with Brutherofanothermother, and we should meet for drinks. No problem. I'm on my way. Yea right.&lt;br /&gt;I made about 25km, and the gearbox died! What?!? No gears. WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next day I get it in to the gearbox specialist, who took 4 days to get around to working on the car. Confirms that there is much dead stuff in the box. Not sure what the cause was, but can repair. Go ahead, get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday this week, 2 weeks later, I get it back. Drive 6 km, and realise that whenever I stop, and pull away again, it's in 2nd gear. Not selecting 1st. So, back to the shop. It's now 2 days later, something about dirt in the selector thingy, who knows, but I should get it back today.&lt;br /&gt;So, ZAR 8250 for the motor, and ZAR 6750 for the gearbox. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, LuckyL's Aprilia RS125, 2004, decided to die on him. (This was just before we went on vacation) I took it to the shop, and left it with them. it needed piston, rings, barrel redone, crank machining, the usual shit you get with High revving 2 stroke race bikes! Quote was ZAR10k.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sufx3a0VT2I/AAAAAAAADK8/_3BqoyLfB4Q/s1600-h/11102008004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sufx3a0VT2I/AAAAAAAADK8/_3BqoyLfB4Q/s400/11102008004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397548612820750178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still not ready! Can you believe this shit. Yea, I know they not sitting there waiting for me to bring a bike in so they can work on it, but if they planned better..... Whilst i was there they stripped down the head. We saw the barrel needed to be done, so we got that in to the relevant shop. Then they did nothing till the barrel came back. Then, once the finished what the were working on, the stripped down the rest of the motor, and found the crank needed to be done. Now another wait for 5 - 8 days. FFS!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm hoping that we will get this by the end of this week, early next week. In the meantime, LuckyL is going to school on one of the Honda XR200's. No lights, no flickers, no hooter.... Eish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As reported earlier, LuckyL has bought the 2009 RS 125, to rebuild and sell. Ordered parts from the Aprilia dealer, and has a 4-5 week wait for delivery. No problem.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sufx3MtCMPI/AAAAAAAADK0/0B4E4zbHFkw/s1600-h/27082009602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sufx3MtCMPI/AAAAAAAADK0/0B4E4zbHFkw/s400/27082009602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397548609032040690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The parts arrived, and one was wrong, matt black finish instead of gloss black. I took it back to be replaced, and after 3 days, the clown in the spares dept. says that this has been discontinued, and I must take 2 x matt black so that they will match. Match what? Doos! I get onto the email to Aprilia SA, and after much discussion, they confirm they have the correct part in stock, locally, and will swop it out. Seems that there was an error with the stock numbers. I don't frigging care! Why must I get pissed off, and piss everyone off to get what I paid for!?!?! Anyway, at the same time as I ordered the parts, I gave the tank dummy, and tail piece to a guy to repair. the tank thingy needed a small repair on a bolt hole, and a scratch needed to be touched up. The tail piece also has a small scratch he said he could mask / hide / touch up. I didn't want a complete respray, cause it costs more, and would then mean having to get new stickers made. Anyway, he just stuffed around, didn't return my calls, never made one deadline. Eventually, he gave me the name of the guy who had them, and I went to see him. Man, was I pissed off. The guy I gave them to had fucked both pieces up completely! Anyway, this guy has a way to repair / salvage what has been done. So, should get this back in a day or two, and probably a grand or so later, and then we can finish the bike. Looks like we can sell it for about ZAR40k, but I'm not sure LuckyL will want to. It's a beaut. (That reminds me, I need to get the bike's papers....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the home front, GMan is now in his final stage of high school. Prelims are done, matric finals started yesterday, although he only writes his first paper in Nov sometime. He has applied at Wits, Pretoria, and Stellenbosch universities. All have given him conditional acceptance, subject to his final results. Let's hold thumbs. I think this is the first time I have seen him make some effort to study, if that is what he's doing. He wants to be a CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuckyL seems to be coming to his peak about now. His marks have, for the past 3 terms been steadily improving. It's great. If he keeps going like this, he should do very well next year, and then in matric as well. Not sure what he wants to do, but might follow GMan into the world of money......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess is really enjoying her new (not so new) job. She hasn't had this much fun in years. Lots to do, on days, but she's upto it. They just moved to new offices, which she helped refurbish. Nice to be able to do something like that, with someone else's check book. And no limit!!!&lt;br /&gt;Will go check them out sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness - my gardner, is not well. In fact, I dont think he's coming back to work. Discussed it with the Princess, and we going to pension him off. I'll pay him but he can stay at home. We never going to get his ID book replaced, the corrupt Home Affairs will never come through for him, so he will never get his state pension. And at 73 years, he shouldn't be working anymore. So, I'm getting a garden service in to do the lawns once a week, and will get casual labour once every 3 weeks to weed the garden, turn over the flower beds and stuff. And, I'll have to put in a sprinkler system as well. But Witness probably wont be back. It's a pity, cause he;s a great old man. Reliable, gets on with his work. Knows what needs to be done. But then, he's now got some chest problem, he's old, and cant do this anymore. No matter, I told him I would pension him off, and will. Last week I went down to his home, and took a couple of packets of groceries for him. And paid him for the day. No smokes though. I told him, if his chest hurts, he shouldn't be smoking. he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't replaced Kaiser yet (the family dog we had to have put down). The family are still keen to get 2 x Boer Bull pups. We probably will, but I just want to get all this other crap sorted. Cars, bikes, gardners..... eish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff for now. More later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-1871327189326150344?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/1871327189326150344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=1871327189326150344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/1871327189326150344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/1871327189326150344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-on-state-of-blogger.html' title='Update on the state of the blogger'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SuftuOEhzfI/AAAAAAAADKU/uFV11SjdW9M/s72-c/28092009664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-3453894367315084572</id><published>2009-10-20T07:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:56:31.849+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>IM STILL LAUGHING, PLEASE READ TO THE END .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;SUBJECT:  NATAL CURRY  CONTEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;NATAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; CURRY CONTEST   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you can read this whole story without laughing  I would be surprised.I was crying by the end. Note: Please take time to read  this slowly.For those of you who have lived in Natal, you know how typical this  is.They actually have a Curry Cook-off about June/July. It takes up a major  portion of a parking lot at the Royal Show in PMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge #3 was an  inexperienced food critic named Frank, who was visiting from America.Frank:  'Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a Curry Cook-off. The  original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing  there at the judge's table asking for directions to the Beer  Garden when the  call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Natal Indians) that the  curry wouldn't be all that spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free  beer during the tasting, so I accepted'.Here are the scorecard notes from the  event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CURRY # 1 - SEELAN'S MANIAC MONSTER TOMATO  CURRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on  the tomato. Amusing kick&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- Nice smooth tomato flavor. Very  mild.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could  remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out.  I hope that's the worst one. These people are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CURRY #2 - PHOENIX BBQ CHICKEN  CURRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of  chicken. Slight chilli tang.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavour, needs more  peppers to be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of  children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave  off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich manoeuvre! They had to rush in  more beer when they saw the look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CURRY # 3 - SHAMILA'S FAMOUS 'BURN  DOWN THE GARAGE' CURRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 --  Excellent firehouse curry. Great kick.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of  chilli peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 -- Call 911. I've located a uranium pill. My nose  feels like I have been snorting Drain Cleaner. Everyone knows the routine by  now; get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my  backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting pissed from all the  beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CURRY # 4 - BABOO'S BLACK MAGIC BEAN  CURRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- Black bean curry with  almost no spice. Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans.  Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a curry&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 --  I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it  possible to burn out taste buds? Shareen, the beer maid, was standing behind me  with fresh refills. That 200kg woman is starting to look HOT...just like this  nuclear waste I'm eating!  Is chilli an aphrodisiac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CURRY # 5 LALL'S LEGAL LIP  REMOVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong curry.  Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very  impressive.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- Average beef curry, could use more tomato. Must  admit the chilli peppers make a strong statement.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 -- My ears are  ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I  farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed  offended when I told her that her curry had given me brain damage, Shareen saved  my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher.  I  wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really pisses me off that the other judges  asked me to stop screaming. Screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CURRY # 6 - VERISHNEE'S VEGETARIAN  VARIETY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold  vegetarian variety curry. Good balance of  spices and peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 --  The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.&lt;br /&gt;Judge #  3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulphuric  flames. I am definitely going to shit myself if I fart and I'm worried it will  eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that  Shareen. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow  cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CURRY # 7 - SELINA'S 'MOTHER-IN-LAW'S-TONGUE'  CURRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- A mediocre curry with  too much reliance on canned peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the  chef literally threw in a can of  chilli peppers at the last moment. (I should  take note at this stage that I am worried about Judge # 3. He appears to be in a  bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably).&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 -- You could put  a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost  sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My  shirt is covered with curry which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are  full of lava to match my shirt. At least, during the autopsy, they'll know what  killed me. I've decided to stop breathing- it's too painful. Screw it; I'm not  getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch  hole in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CURRY # 8 - NAIDOO'S TOENAIL CURLING  CURRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending. This  is a nice blend curry. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its  existence.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced curry. Neither  mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed  out, fell over and pulled the curry pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's  going to make it. Poor man, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot  curry?&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 - No Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-3453894367315084572?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/3453894367315084572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=3453894367315084572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/3453894367315084572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/3453894367315084572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-still-laughing-please-read-to-end.html' title='IM STILL LAUGHING, PLEASE READ TO THE END .'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-2727121768545863064</id><published>2009-10-12T08:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:28:16.342+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>Action Photo</title><content type='html'>Surely this must rate as the best ever action / motorcycling photo of all time. And the "pilot" in this case, Mr. Valentino Rossi himself, must rate as the best ever motorcyclist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/StLLzQwuDtI/AAAAAAAADKE/n5AjlUNuPHg/s1600-h/valentino-rossi-catalunya-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/StLLzQwuDtI/AAAAAAAADKE/n5AjlUNuPHg/s400/valentino-rossi-catalunya-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391595785448984274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlarge the above pic, and look at how low down he is. Elbow is riding hard into the curb, knee is scraping, and probably not much more than 2 postage stamp sized rubber of the tyre in contact with the road. There can never be anything to better this. A millimeter or two lower, and you lose the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-2727121768545863064?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/2727121768545863064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=2727121768545863064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/2727121768545863064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/2727121768545863064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/10/action-photo.html' title='Action Photo'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/StLLzQwuDtI/AAAAAAAADKE/n5AjlUNuPHg/s72-c/valentino-rossi-catalunya-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-5076803122303431768</id><published>2009-10-01T10:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:08:52.649+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>I've been Thinking</title><content type='html'>A lot since I took some days off work. In fact, maybe too much. However,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born into an institution which I have admired all of my life. I have resisted the draw to get involved, to take up my place, so to speak. But no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that for the short / medium term I will persue this avenue, and see if it delivers all that it's made out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the next short while, I won't be posting much here, but keep checking back, every 14 dyas or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-5076803122303431768?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/5076803122303431768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=5076803122303431768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/5076803122303431768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/5076803122303431768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been Thinking'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-2002855658634306702</id><published>2009-09-23T10:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:02:22.870+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>Just cause I can</title><content type='html'>Two 5 yr old boys playing outside in the sand pit, and it starts to rain. Says the visiting friend, "What we gonna do now? It's starting to rain?"&lt;br /&gt;"No problem" says the other boy, "we can go play with condoms on the patio!"&lt;br /&gt;"What's a patio?" says the visitor.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-2002855658634306702?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/2002855658634306702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=2002855658634306702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/2002855658634306702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/2002855658634306702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-cause-i-can.html' title='Just cause I can'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-8864397443590294578</id><published>2009-09-22T11:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:48:05.562+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racist'/><title type='text'>This email was begging to get posted at this site!</title><content type='html'>As you will recall, Henry Louis Gates, Jr. is the Harvard professor who got arrested by Cambridge Police a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred Reed was a police reporter for one of the large Washington newspapers. He now writes a column which can be googled  ~ "Fred on Everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred published a weekly online column in which he got to say the things his editors would never, ever have let him write in the paper.  His stuff is iconoclastic and various articles have probably offended everyone, regardless of political  orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an essay regarding the failings of a system and a culture. &lt;br /&gt;Please note that he elegantly describes the mood of many Americans and he does so without  prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slavery Reparations&lt;br /&gt;by Fred Reed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Web, I find that Henry Louis Gates Jr., the chairman of Afro-American Studies at Harvard, is demanding that whites pay reparations to blacks.  It's because of slavery, see. He is  joined in this endeavor by a gaggle of other professional blacks. I guess he'll send me a bill, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like saying, "Let me get this straight, Hank.  I'm slow.  Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;You want free money because of  slavery, right?  I don't blame you." I'd like free money, too. Tell you what.  I believe in justice.  I'll give you a million dollars for every slave I own, and another million for every year you were a slave.  Fair enough?  But, tell  me, how many slaves do you suppose I have?  In round numbers,  I mean...say to the nearest dozen.  And how long were you a slave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. In other words, I owe you reparations for something that I didn't do and didn't happen to you. That makes sense.  Like lug nuts on a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think you owe me reparations for things you didn't do and never happened to me.  I've never been coated in Dutch chocolate and thrown from the Eiffel Tower. I'll  bet you've never done it to anyone.  I want reparations.  Kind of silly, isn't  it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we're going to talk about reparations, that's a street that runs in two directions.  You want money from me for what some other whites did to some other blacks in another  century?&lt;br /&gt;How about you guys paying whites reparations for current expenses caused by blacks?  Not long ago, blacks burned down half of Los Angeles, a city in my country.  Cities are expensive, Hank.  Build one sometime and you'll see what I mean.  Whites had to pay taxes to repair Los Angeles for you.  You can send me a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, yes, I know you burned LA  because you didn't like the verdict in the trial of those police officers.  Well, I didn't like the verdict in the Simpson trial. But I didn't burn my house and loot Korean grocers, or burn down a city.&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, blacks have burned a lot of American cities: Newark, Detroit, Watts, on and on.  Now add in the fantastic cost over the years of welfare in all its forms, the cost of all of those police calls people had to make, for cells and jails and security systems in department stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live in the capital city of my own country because of crime committed by blacks. Toss in  the cultural cost of lowering standards in everything for the benefit of blacks.  See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'd view things differently if you said to me, "Fred, blacks can't get anywhere in a modern country without education.  We know that.  We need better schools, smarter teachers, harder courses, books with smaller pictures and bigger words.  Can you help us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, "Hallelujah! Hoo-ahh!  Not just yes, but hell yes.  Let's sell an aircraft carrier and get these folks some real schools and get them into the economic main-stream.'  I'd say It partly because it would be the right thing to do, and partly because I'd like to add you guys to the tax base.&lt;br /&gt;The current custodial state is expensive.  I'd just love for blacks to study and learn to compete and stop burning places.  But is it going to happen?   You may not believe it, but I, and most whites, don't like seeing blacks as miserable and screwed up as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a fair amount of time in the projects.  Those places are ugly.  It's no fun watching perfectly good kids turn into semi-literate dope dealers  who barely speak English.  It just plain ain't right.  But, Hank, what am I supposed to do about it?  I can't do your children's homework.  At some  point, people have to do things for  themselves, or they don't get done. Maybe it's time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I see out in the world, Hank... I think blacks are too accustomed to getting anything  they want by just demanding it.  True, it has worked for over half a century.  Get a few hundred people in the street, implicitly threaten to loot and  burn, holler about slavery, and sadly the Great White Cash Spigot turns on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, whites don't much buy it any longer.  Most recognize that what once was a civil-rights movement has become a shakedown game.  Few people&lt;br /&gt;still feel responsible for the failings and inadequacies of blacks.  Political correctness keeps the lid on --  but everyone knows the score.  Which&lt;br /&gt;scares me, Hank.&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, blacks hate whites and incline toward looting and burning.  (The whites you hate are the ones who marched in the civil-rights movement. &lt;br /&gt;Ever think about  that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, whites quietly grow wearier and wearier of it.  Not good, Hank. On the third hand (allow me three hands, for rhetorical convenience), blacks keep demanding things.  As I write, you demand reparations for slavery.  Blacks in Oklahoma (I think it was) want money for some ancient race riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other blacks reject the Declaration of  Independence.  Blacks in New York hint broadly at burning and looting over a trial, yet more demand the elimination of the Confederate flag, and the federal equal opportunity apparatus, which means blacks want to sue Silicon Valley for not hiring nonexistent black engineers.  That's a lot of demanding for one month, Hank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if whites ever say, "No"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how about you?  You've got a cushy job up there at Harvard, and you can hoot and holler about what swine and bandits whites are.  I guess it's lots of fun, and you get a salary for it to boot.  But don't you think you might do blacks more good if you told them to complain less and study more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you want blacks to work in Silicon Gulch, the best approach might be to find some really smart black guys, and get them to study digital&lt;br /&gt;design ~ not Black Studies (as you teach).  That's how everybody else does it.  It works.  Then, blacks wouldn't feel left out, and racial tensions would decline.  Sound like a plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just out of curiosity, how many hours a week do professors of Afro-American Studies spend in the projects,  encouraging poor black kids to study real-&lt;br /&gt;life sho-nuf subjects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this one across America !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Want to subscribe to this guys stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-8864397443590294578?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/8864397443590294578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=8864397443590294578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/8864397443590294578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/8864397443590294578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-email-was-begging-to-get-posted-at.html' title='This email was begging to get posted at this site!'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-93656661226217097</id><published>2009-09-21T09:02:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:23:56.078+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>Yamaha XJR 1200</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SrcoKvJe6-I/AAAAAAAADJs/Sj7-OPtYc4A/s1600-h/18102008027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SrcoKvJe6-I/AAAAAAAADJs/Sj7-OPtYc4A/s400/18102008027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383816044464761826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bike before GMan crashed it in January. Been standing since then, as I could not afford the repairs. However, have since ordered the spares from Japan, 6 weeks ago!!! and still  not here.&lt;br /&gt;Took the rest in for respray - this took 4 weeks +, and although it's as I wanted, the sticker guy fucked up, so there are small imperfections in them, the were not stuck on properly, but hey, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SrcoKE4wkpI/AAAAAAAADJk/e5Px3LnXkXo/s1600-h/19092009640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SrcoKE4wkpI/AAAAAAAADJk/e5Px3LnXkXo/s400/19092009640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383816033120326290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks damn fine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will  notice that the black lower parts have now given the bike a completely different, sleeker look. In fact, it looks a lot less bulky, and more sporty.&lt;br /&gt;The Yamaha name tag on the tank is now replaced with a Yamaha logo, including flames.&lt;br /&gt;On the tailpiece, on either side, is a seriously mean warthog. The Side panels now sport big XJR stickers, and the 1200 sizing. This was non-existing before. Not sure why.&lt;a href="http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/yamaha-update.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous post shows the detail!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-93656661226217097?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/93656661226217097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=93656661226217097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/93656661226217097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/93656661226217097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/yamaha-xjr-1200.html' title='Yamaha XJR 1200'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SrcoKvJe6-I/AAAAAAAADJs/Sj7-OPtYc4A/s72-c/18102008027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-1025246632669418552</id><published>2009-09-19T06:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:44:19.646+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Draft letter for the GM</title><content type='html'>I was on the "Call to Arms (or whatever it was called) call this evening (17/9), and found some things really interesting. We had a similar conference call last year, and many of my peers delivered on the request. In fact, I believe we had a good year, especially in my department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's always a drive for the sales team (and their support) to make the number, and get the double digit growth, etc. But it's a different story when it comes to rewarding the sales team who make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;Last year I achieved about 164% if signings first half, and a further 200% of signings second half, (missed revenue due to enormous thumb suck figure!). But this year, based on that performance I was rated a xxx3! Yup, the lowest performer in my team / peer group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's rubbish, because when I questioned this, I was told I was down graded because of my attitude! Since when does attitude play a part in my contribution to the business? That said, the fact that I had an idiot for a manager for the first 9 months of last year, one who was replaced by my current manager after an investigation was done of my department, does not matter. In fact, he was so bad a manager we had close on to 9 or 10 resignations end 2007 / beginning 2008 which can be blamed directly on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On review, which I requested, and took more than 4 months to take place, I was re-rated a xxx 2. Nice, but it meant I did not get an increase this year - not that the increases awarded to those that did get was much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is, there is often a call for sales to make certain numbers for the country, with, usually double digit growth, but no increase for those who deliver. The final nail in the coffin for me was the statement made to me by an executive (VP!) when I commented that I believed the company process had let me down (this after my reassessment), she said "If you don't like the way the process in the company had treated you, you can always leave!" So much for our open door policy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I probably could leave, or maybe should leave but being a middle aged, white male, in South Africa, this option is actually not an option for me, as much as it burns me to have to say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, when I aplied for my leave, in th last 2 weeks of Dec. I got a mail from my new manager saying all leave for Dec. was cancelled by some VP in Europe. I emailed both him and her the reasons why my leave could not be cancelled. The VP still has not responded till today! My manager, after much debate, and me saying I was going anyway, as I was as close to a nervous breakdown as I was going to get, approved my leave. She did ensure that I understood she was "going out on a limb", "making a big concession" on my behalf. What a load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, knowing I have a massive piece of work to complete in December, I get my vacation booking for the Sept. school holidays. I wait till I am sure I am able to go to request leave. The reply comes back to say "You know I don't approve leave during quarter ends. Please send me motivation of why I should let you go." Excuse me? SO, is it the VP that made the statement last year, or was that just a ploy to scare the crap out of anyone who might apply for leave? That said, my motivation is, the vacation is booked and paid for (RCI), I have two sons at school, so all vacations will be at quarter ends, as these coincide every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was respoonded to by another email requesting more information. I am now 4 days from the start date for my leave. I don't know, or care if she will approve it. I am going on leave anyway. If, on my return I am charged with absent without permission / desertion, or some other fancy term, I will deal with it then. The CCMA have a very serious view on not allowing employees to take leave! No doubt, after my meeting with her this Monday, she will make some grand show of approving my leave, great show of "I'm the boss, and can control your life". Well, she can suck it up. I am not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of taking up your time. Just thought I would share this with you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you all think? Should I send it to my GM?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-1025246632669418552?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/1025246632669418552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=1025246632669418552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/1025246632669418552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/1025246632669418552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/draft-letter-for-gm.html' title='Draft letter for the GM'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-7811777166703318849</id><published>2009-09-17T09:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:17:48.675+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>It's all just crap</title><content type='html'>All of it. Work, life, relationships (not family - other). Technology, crap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. It's all a waste of time. You get up each day, to go to a job you probably don't enjoy, where you get underpaid. There is no appreciation for what you do. If you succeed, it's recognized for 30 minutes, then the pressure is back on. You are expected to be available 24/7. Call are made any time of the day / night to you, and you are expected to answer it. Emails are sent at any time of the day, and people are surprised if you didn't read it, even if it was sent the night before after 8 pm. Targets are set to ensure you don't earn commissions. Managers thrive on power struggles. Any push back is seen as being anti-corporation, and there is no one you can take your gripe up to, as it feeds back down to the relevant person, who will then make your life more miserable than before.&lt;br /&gt;Them who are responsible for ensuring we get paid our commission are beyond understanding. They fuck it up time, after time, after time.. no matter how much reference material you give them, even pulling reports off of their systems, they get it wrong. Ans why not? I mean, it has no effect on them. They all get their full salaries every month, no salary split and commissions based on performance for them. Fuck that - they way too important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service delivery is non-existent. Think about it. You order a home phone, you lucky if they get back to you in 3 weeks. You want to open a second / third / fourth account with your bank - who you have been with for 23 years, and you can't do anything till you redo the FICA stuff (LIU). Every single time!! For fuck sakes, can't they scan the information in, and attach it to your profile? As for savings accounts - there is a big drive, from government, for people to save. Why? At best, you might get between 0.5 and 1.2 % interest on your savings? If you want to earn more, you need to go for a fixed deposit (minimum 3 months and ZAR10k) or money market account (minimum ZAR100k). Yup one hundred thousand rand! Oh, and you will pay a 0.4% deposit fee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact your local builders, big and small, and ask them for a quote for some work around the house. Most don't bother to respond, them that do don't bother to submit a quote. Contact your local security products guy for a security gate. Give him drawings. 3 weeks later he's lost them, so you do another set and get it to him.&lt;br /&gt;5 Weeks later you still don't have a gate! For fuck sakes, I didn't even ask for a price - I said just make it as I really need it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order bike parts. You must be kidding. Yamaha - 4 -5 weeks delivery. It's now nearer to 8 weeks and still nothing. Paid for upfront, including delivery charges! What the fuck??? Aprilia - after an email session with the local importers / agents, about their excessive pricing, and their excuse being the cost of importing and carrying spares, the stuff ordered is on back order, all of it. 4 - 5 weeks delivery.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you carry spares, what do you carry? if a bike falls, all the cosmetics get damaged. So you should carry these things, like fairings, screens, indicators, headlights, gear levers, clutch and brake levers. Oh, and whilst I'm on this subject, if not cosmetics, do you carry engine spares then? Like pistons, heads, rings, gaskets? Probably not, because there are about 10 bikes at my local Aprilia dealership, standing for more than 4 weeks, waiting for just these spares! So, what do you carry in your extensive spares department?&lt;br /&gt;Panel beaters / sparay painters..... Send your parts in for respray. 2 - 3 weeks they say, this is to allow for the paint selection, mix, and then time to dry, then makup and application of stickers, then the final clear coat..... and 7 weeks later you still don't have your shit back. First the colour they mix is not what you want. Then the sticker guys fucks around for about 2.5 weeks. Then the clear coat has a nasty reaction with something that's been sprayed on before, and there s always another excuse. Always. So you wait. Oh, and they still expect to be paid in full. No matter that they fucked around for 7 weeks... and you personal planning is all down the drain, and your costs are going up due to knock on effects....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, the only acceptable service I can claim to have received, and gladly paid for, was from the vet! He who tried to save my dog! Thanx pal... you and your team are truly human, and know and understand service delivery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm pissed off - again. And so fucking what? It's all crap anyway. You work hard, earn shit, pay thorough your nose for rubbish product and worse service, get fucked around by people with small penis syndrome, put up with ignorant morons in the hope that eventually you will get past it, and all this time believing that's it's your path. It is written, and so shall be. Who am I to question? Go on my man, all will be relieved! There is a reason for all of this.. There is? Fuck that. I've a good mind to go totally counter  PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. If a taxi / bad driver fucks with me in the traffic - pull him off and shoot him. Done&lt;br /&gt;Someone gives me shit service, ask for their manager. When he/she arrives, shoot the poor service delivery person in front of their manager. That should ensure perfect service from that point on.&lt;br /&gt;Your boss give you shit - a simple "I know where you live / I am Italian and connected, probably wont work. So, battery acid sprayed all over their new car, followed up by a flask bomb strategically placed in their post box should give then a heads up that maybe all is not well. A visit to the CCMA website would not go amiss either. Methinks there may be a cause for "Constructive Dismissal" charges here. Watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall, fight fire with fire.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't agree with what I have written here - tough shit - fuck you - piss off.&lt;br /&gt;Either way I don't care. It's my space to vent my frustrations, it's either this - or I blow some motherfucker away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-7811777166703318849?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/7811777166703318849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=7811777166703318849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/7811777166703318849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/7811777166703318849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-all-just-crap.html' title='It&apos;s all just crap'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-9185610437748259368</id><published>2009-09-15T09:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:40:09.717+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>Yamaha update</title><content type='html'>So, I was supposed to get these parts yesterday, but they were still polishing them up, and I wanted the tailpiece redone (only the final clear lacquer part.&lt;br /&gt;But, I should have them all by Wednesday afternoon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MB10kN8I/AAAAAAAADJc/zLqm1a7Zz1Y/s1600-h/14092009631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MB10kN8I/AAAAAAAADJc/zLqm1a7Zz1Y/s400/14092009631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381603674242168770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Closeup view of the "warthog" on the one side of the tailpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MBe2VesI/AAAAAAAADJU/b_-oAW7W_a4/s1600-h/14092009630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MBe2VesI/AAAAAAAADJU/b_-oAW7W_a4/s400/14092009630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381603668075576002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tailpiece, from the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MBPBDXzI/AAAAAAAADJM/Anir7FdUFsA/s1600-h/14092009629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MBPBDXzI/AAAAAAAADJM/Anir7FdUFsA/s400/14092009629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381603663825559346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front mudguard - yellow front, black back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MAd4je0I/AAAAAAAADJE/6KbdJvqKsdQ/s1600-h/14092009628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MAd4je0I/AAAAAAAADJE/6KbdJvqKsdQ/s400/14092009628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381603650636577602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Side cover (one of two) - not yet polished up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MAIp3OoI/AAAAAAAADI8/01czzQxostM/s1600-h/14092009627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MAIp3OoI/AAAAAAAADI8/01czzQxostM/s400/14092009627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381603644937812610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tank! Only problem is the "heartbeat" line is too wide, I wanted it about 8 - 12 mm.... some guys don't listen. And when they put the stickers on, some creasing occurred.... oh well....&lt;br /&gt;It's looking damn fine!&lt;br /&gt;More to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-9185610437748259368?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/9185610437748259368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=9185610437748259368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/9185610437748259368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/9185610437748259368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/yamaha-update.html' title='Yamaha update'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sq9MB10kN8I/AAAAAAAADJc/zLqm1a7Zz1Y/s72-c/14092009631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-5179445637420274873</id><published>2009-09-08T09:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:34:13.762+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Good bye - Kaizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqYEwTy8MGI/AAAAAAAADI0/ip04Ziwy0Wk/s1600-h/07092009619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqYEwTy8MGI/AAAAAAAADI0/ip04Ziwy0Wk/s400/07092009619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378992032934801506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last pic of Kaizer, at the vet, last night, just before we had him put down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had to make a very, very difficult call. Last week Sunday, our White German Shepherd, he who went blind just short of a year ago, was suddenly very sick. A call to the vet, who agreed to come out, even though it was nearly 9pm, and he was admitted. They checked him out, agreed he was very ill, did some blood tests, and decided to wait for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Monday, they called and recommended they open him up to check what was the problem. Cut him I said.&lt;br /&gt;And they did, and found that he had a major disease of the pancreas. What was strange though was that this is normally found in small breed dogs (lap dogs) mainly because of their feeding habits. Not one of the 3 vets at this place had ever seen this in a large breed dog. Sample was taken and sent off to the labs for diagnosis, and they put him on a drip, and general antibiotic to start treatment. In the meantime he was vomiting and had the runs.....&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was going / staying down, he was weakened to the point where he was almost unable to hold up his own weight.&lt;br /&gt;We visited every night, and got an update every night.&lt;br /&gt;As he was not eating, a decision was taken to operate again and install a feeding tube. However, this didn't help, as he was vomiting the food up within 20 minutes of being fed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night on the way home, I got the call. Basically the vet was telling me everything that is wrong, what he thought was going on, and what would probably happen within a day ot two. "Do we put him down Doc?" was my question. "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, had a chat to LuckyL and GMan, and the Princess. The two boys agreed they wanted to say good bye, and came along. The Princess, well, she stayed home and said goodbye in her own way.&lt;br /&gt;We spent about 10 minutes with Kaiser, and then I told the boys that I was calling the vet to administer the injection. They should go wait in the car. GMan went, but LuckyL decided he wanted to stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;So, the vet came, and did the deed, and mercifully, within 15 - 20 seconds, Kaizer lay his head down as asleep, and was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dear Kaizer, now you can see again. The pain is gone, you will probably let anyone wash you as often as they want. Even let them brush your beautiful coat, which you would never let us do. Run around and play at your hearts content, and know that we will always remember you fondly. Not too sure what's going on in Snoopys head right now, but clearly she's missing you, and at 16yrs of age, will probably join you soon, there where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for 7 years of company, fun and laughter. Thank you for youer protection - untrained you knew where your place was, who to defend, and who not to trust. you have no equal in my world, and even if we get another dog one day, I can only hope he has half as much intelligence as you had.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you had to suffer for a while, but as humans we are selfish, and don't want to let our pets just go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born 15 July 2002 (on My and the Princess anniversary....)&lt;br /&gt;Died 07 September 2009&lt;br /&gt;Member of the Family from 09 September 2002.... 7 years tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bite him Kaizer!!!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-5179445637420274873?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/5179445637420274873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=5179445637420274873&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/5179445637420274873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/5179445637420274873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-bye-kaizer.html' title='Good bye - Kaizer'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqYEwTy8MGI/AAAAAAAADI0/ip04Ziwy0Wk/s72-c/07092009619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-807861749581009764</id><published>2009-09-07T11:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:27:38.290+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>XR 250 and XL 500</title><content type='html'>Had a look at these two bikes today. Smaller one is going for ZAR8k, bigger one for ZAR12k. Not badly priced, and look good. However, not sure if it's worth the extra expense. Might be better just to keep the 2 x XR200's for now. Cost me nada, and are both paid for, and being sorted.&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-807861749581009764?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/807861749581009764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=807861749581009764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/807861749581009764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/807861749581009764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/xr-250-and-xl-500.html' title='XR 250 and XL 500'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-8362953737339299390</id><published>2009-09-04T18:28:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:56:06.096+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>Honda XR200 - First one</title><content type='html'>So, here's the result of the first one we tackled:-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFBL17TXTI/AAAAAAAADH8/i3LRmAInv8Y/s1600-h/04082009535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFBL17TXTI/AAAAAAAADH8/i3LRmAInv8Y/s400/04082009535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377651101767261490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one wouldn't start, and looked the worst of the two. So, we stripped off all the plastics, and took of the carburetor. I did my magic on the plastics, and between me and LuckyL we serviced the carb., sorted the spark plug, some odds and ends, and resprayed the frame, as well as the engine with heat resistant paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFBMdPbLYI/AAAAAAAADIE/OCnmH7wsZOo/s1600-h/04092009610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFBMdPbLYI/AAAAAAAADIE/OCnmH7wsZOo/s400/04092009610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377651112320642434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFCNAuK2VI/AAAAAAAADIk/hFwdrL9AsTU/s1600-h/04092009613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFCNAuK2VI/AAAAAAAADIk/hFwdrL9AsTU/s400/04092009613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377652221356464466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front view.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFBN_twyqI/AAAAAAAADIc/ZjNOxlozO-k/s1600-h/04092009609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFBN_twyqI/AAAAAAAADIc/ZjNOxlozO-k/s400/04092009609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377651138754562722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rear view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFBM2YvSNI/AAAAAAAADIM/QviEhNn5-hQ/s1600-h/04092009612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFBM2YvSNI/AAAAAAAADIM/QviEhNn5-hQ/s400/04092009612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377651119070595282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Engine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the second one - Oh, and LuckyL has a buyer for this one - ZAR8k.... will still decide if we want to sell or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-8362953737339299390?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/8362953737339299390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=8362953737339299390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/8362953737339299390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/8362953737339299390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/honda-xr200-first-one.html' title='Honda XR200 - First one'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SqFBL17TXTI/AAAAAAAADH8/i3LRmAInv8Y/s72-c/04082009535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-5070995556866574907</id><published>2009-09-02T20:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:53:40.203+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><title type='text'>CV joints and stuff</title><content type='html'>So, about 6 weeks ago, 17 July to be exact, I take the car in to a local franchise repair shop to have a new left front CV joint fitted (outer). I opted for new as opposed to reconditioned as new comes with 12 month warranty, recon only 3. And for a difference of ZAR200.00 I figured it worth it. So, yesterday driving home, this thing starts knocking. No sweat, this morning I take it back to the shop, they confirm it's faulty and will replace it free of charge. Hey, no sweat. It's right by my clients offices, so I can go call on them whilst I wait. t takes them about 2.5 - 3 hours. Mainly cause they are busy, and my car has to wait for a slot, and they have to go get a CV from their supplier. Anyway, just after lunch I go down, and they just refitting the wheel. I get in and reverse out of the workshop, and....&lt;br /&gt;bang, the CV pops! Yup! They had to push the car back into the workshop, lifted it, and confirmed that they were supplied with the wrong CV joint. This is shorter than the one my car takes, so first time I turned the steering hard left, it slipped out!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they went off to replace the unit, I went off for more coffee and client time, and by 1.30 pm it was ready. And now the car runs like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;They did offer to do my wheel alignment for free, but methinks I might just give it a miss - not too sure I will be going back there again, unless this CV also packs up bvefore the warranty expires.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-5070995556866574907?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/5070995556866574907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=5070995556866574907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/5070995556866574907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/5070995556866574907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/cv-joints-and-stuff.html' title='CV joints and stuff'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-4710890623951733262</id><published>2009-09-01T12:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:42:29.746+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>Who wants to be a Millionaire - Ireland</title><content type='html'>The Irish Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick, from Dublin , appeared on 'Who Wants ToBe A Millionaire' and  towards the end of the program had already won 500,000 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've done very well so far, said, Chris Tarrant, the show's  presenter, but for a million pounds you've only got one lifeline left  - phone a friend. Everything is riding on this question ...will you &lt;br /&gt;go for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, said Mick. I'll have a go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the following birds does NOT build its own nest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;B: Thrush&lt;br /&gt;C: Magpie&lt;br /&gt;D: Cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a clue, said Mick, so I'll use me last lifeline and  phone me friend Paddy back home in Dublin .&lt;br /&gt;Mick called up his mate, and told him the circumstances and repeated  the question to him.&lt;br /&gt;Fookin hell, Mick! cried Paddy. Dat's simple, it's a cuckoo!&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;I'm fookin sure.&lt;br /&gt;Mick hung up the phone and told Chris, I'll go wit Cuckoo as me answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that your final answer, asked Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat it is, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long - long pause, and then the presenter screamed,  Cuckoo is the correct answer! Mick, you've won 1 million pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, Mick invited Paddy to their local pub to buy him a drink. Tell me, Paddy, how in heaven's name did you know it was da Cuckoo that doesn't build its own nest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he lives in a Fookin clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-4710890623951733262?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/4710890623951733262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=4710890623951733262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/4710890623951733262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/4710890623951733262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-wants-to-be-millionaire-ireland.html' title='Who wants to be a Millionaire - Ireland'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-1204567763231005536</id><published>2009-09-01T10:41:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:35:28.112+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aprilia 125 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>2009 Aprilia RS125</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so as per previous posts, I have bought this bike from the bike breakers shop. It's in very reasonable condition, and once repaired will sell for approx. ZAR45k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purchase price ZAR 18,000.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spares and repairs ZAR 12,000.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376419818536406546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpzhVuc7jhI/AAAAAAAADHk/IOn33T_mrq8/s400/25082009589.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I found it at the shop. This is the damaged side&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376423922305912706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpzlEmL0z4I/AAAAAAAADH0/ZpcGYLmWMl0/s400/27082009604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another view of the damaged side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apart from the obvious parts needing replacement, after we stripped it down at home we found that it also needed a radiator and a footrest bracket. I took these to the breaker shop, as I know they have another bike there they are breaking up. Turns out these two parts, as well as the lights / indicators switch assembly on the LHS handlebar were all in good condition.I had then stripped off, and the owner said I could have them for free! That's about ZAR12k worth!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376422688971889074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Spzj8zqFGbI/AAAAAAAADHs/xdmcK4N3VZ0/s400/27082009603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;View of the good side. Very nice machine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I stopped the order for the switch assembly that I had placed with Aprilia, and will await the rest of the stuff. Front fairing (excl. screen), LH side fairing, incl. top and scoop fairing. Gear lever. LH handle bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LuckyL has financed this deal, so he will pocket the profits, which he plans to use to buy another bike with, to fix up and sell. If he does this right, and does 1 bike a month, he can make a cool ZAR 80 - 100k in a year - tax free! And whats more he could be well on his way to starting a business of his own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bikes to keep an eye out for:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;125 cc for the school boys - every year there are a new bunch of wannabee bikers turning 16, and some will want a niche bike like the Aprilia, so we will do those, and others will want cheaper Honda / Yamaha / Suzuki, so if we find them we can build them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next level of interest is 600cc range. Those 125 riders will want to upgrade as soon as they turn 18. The sensible ones will opt for a 600cc, those who think they can ride well, and are invincible will go for 1000cc and bigger. Good luck to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is a good selection of 600cc available, and being Japanese (mostly) spares will be cheaper too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, thats it for now. More to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salagatle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-1204567763231005536?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/1204567763231005536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=1204567763231005536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/1204567763231005536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/1204567763231005536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/09/2009-aprilia-rs125.html' title='2009 Aprilia RS125'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpzhVuc7jhI/AAAAAAAADHk/IOn33T_mrq8/s72-c/25082009589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-6957512040632846294</id><published>2009-08-27T08:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:41:29.219+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun'/><title type='text'>The DaVinci code - in Hebrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-15.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Da Vinci Code....&lt;br /&gt;Written across the wall of the cave were the following symbols:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpYqW8uzA6I/AAAAAAAADHU/lp9LeN6dhJE/s1600-h/davinci.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpYqW8uzA6I/AAAAAAAADHU/lp9LeN6dhJE/s400/davinci.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374529779061162914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was considered a unique find and the writings were said to be at least Three thousand years old!&lt;br /&gt;The piece of stone was removed, brought to the museum, and archaeologists from around the world came to study the ancient symbols. They held a huge Meeting after months of conferences to discuss the meaning of the markings.&lt;br /&gt;The President of the society pointed to first drawing and said: "This is a Woman. We can see these people held women in high esteem. You can also tell they were intelligent, as the next symbol is a donkey, so they were smart enough to have animals help them till the soil.  The next drawing is a shovel, which means they had tools to help them."&lt;br /&gt;Even further proof of their high intelligence is the fish which means that if a famine hit the earth and food didn't grow, they seek food from the sea. The last symbol appears to be the Star of David which means they were evidently Hebrews.&lt;br /&gt;The audience applauded enthusiastically.   &lt;br /&gt;Then a little old Jewish man stood up in the back of the room and said, "Idiots, Hebrew is read from right to left...... It says: Holy Mackerel Dig the Ass on that Chick.'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpYqWc2KIeI/AAAAAAAADHM/EXIo2X_OVs0/s1600-h/davinci.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpYqWc2KIeI/AAAAAAAADHM/EXIo2X_OVs0/s400/davinci.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374529770502103522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-6957512040632846294?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/6957512040632846294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=6957512040632846294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/6957512040632846294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/6957512040632846294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/davinci-code-in-hebrew.html' title='The DaVinci code - in Hebrew'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpYqW8uzA6I/AAAAAAAADHU/lp9LeN6dhJE/s72-c/davinci.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-6557218903145436193</id><published>2009-08-27T08:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:48:15.845+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>About the Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dmdad.blogspot.com/"&gt;DMDad&lt;/a&gt; posted a comment re the Victory I rode recently, and well as something about rather getting a super bike for the same money (and he even mentioned those dreaded tractor wannabee((Hardly a motorcycle?)) as an option).&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have no interest in a super bike - these modern machines must qualify as the most uncomfortable things to ride on. No way you will do a 3000km round trip in 4 days or so riding one of those. Also, if you look at the price of these modern machines, you not going to get much for ZAR145k.&lt;br /&gt;As for the Hardly-a-motorcycle - there is no way I would even consider owning one. Are you kidding me? I have a reputation to defend / uphold here. Crap - sorry but that's my opinion. Ridden mainly (not only) by wannabee bikers, with more money than sense, who think that if you don't have the right branded everything, you aren't with it. Do me a favour - have you watched these clowns on the road? What a bunch of girls. ARGH, don't even know why I am discussing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polarisindustries.com/en-US/Victory-Motorcycles/Pages/Home.aspx"&gt;Victory Motorcycles&lt;/a&gt; - do a search on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=victory+motorcycles&amp;amp;search_type=&amp;amp;aq=9&amp;amp;oq=Victory"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; of this bike. A load of stuff to view - all of it very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I loved the ride I had on the bike. I was very, very impressed. Power - on tap - LOADS of it. Looks damn fine. Comfortable ride. Priced right. Only problem, I will probably never, ever own one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpYrOU1J3TI/AAAAAAAADHc/EOwf8sEisPA/s1600-h/25082009590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpYrOU1J3TI/AAAAAAAADHc/EOwf8sEisPA/s400/25082009590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374530730423082290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-6557218903145436193?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/6557218903145436193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=6557218903145436193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/6557218903145436193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/6557218903145436193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-victory.html' title='About the Victory'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpYrOU1J3TI/AAAAAAAADHc/EOwf8sEisPA/s72-c/25082009590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-3614242808076055449</id><published>2009-08-26T19:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:10:39.916+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>I bought it!</title><content type='html'>Went back to the bike shop, started the RS125, negotiated a discount, and bought it - for the handsome sum of ZAR18k!&lt;br /&gt;ZAR12 k to repair, with  all parts replaced with new Aprilia original, and will go for sale for ZAR48 negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;New price - ZAR 55 - 60k.&lt;br /&gt;Aprilia dealer says 45 k no problem. Can put it on his floor but don't think I will need to!&lt;br /&gt;More to follow - pics, and step by step story of stripping, and rebuild.&lt;br /&gt;luckyL is going to earn some real money here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-3614242808076055449?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/3614242808076055449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=3614242808076055449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/3614242808076055449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/3614242808076055449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-bought-it.html' title='I bought it!'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-754606038497459038</id><published>2009-08-26T11:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:43:23.571+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Latest news from the front office.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_nRq5_KI/AAAAAAAADHE/acD1QIgGCQE/s1600-h/my+profile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_nRq5_KI/AAAAAAAADHE/acD1QIgGCQE/s400/my+profile.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374201305583189154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pic will remain unchanged&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_nDM0WAI/AAAAAAAADG8/A3aah71dPr4/s1600-h/25082009589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_nDM0WAI/AAAAAAAADG8/A3aah71dPr4/s400/25082009589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374201301698893826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a 2009 Aprilia RS125 - few hundred km on the clock. They want ZAR20k for it (could probably get it for 18 or 19). Will cost ZAR12k to repair. Will resell for ZAR48k. Think I should go get it - quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_m_KqBSI/AAAAAAAADG0/018FIquxEZY/s1600-h/25082009590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_m_KqBSI/AAAAAAAADG0/018FIquxEZY/s400/25082009590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374201300616086818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got to ride this beast yesterday. Never mind my XJR 1200 muscle bike. This demon, a 100 Cubic Inch Victory, with stage 1 kit (air box and special exhausts) is an absolute monster and a dream to ride. Hit 100 mph (NOT kph) in 3rd, 200kph in 4th, and a gear to go. The owner / dealer says it's good for 250kph! When I changed from second to third I dropped the clutch (as we do) and the front wheel came up to me! Damn but if this isn't the meanest ride I ever had! I want one - no, I want this one. It's a demo, few thou on the clock, retails for ZAR186k, I can have it for ZAR145k - a steal. if you are a biker, go ride one. just for fun. You will be sold. On YouTube there is a piece where this thing races a Yamaha R1 - leaves it standing through 1st and 2nd gear.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_mVNYrgI/AAAAAAAADGs/j-kU_Bs9nXA/s1600-h/25082009592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_mVNYrgI/AAAAAAAADGs/j-kU_Bs9nXA/s400/25082009592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374201289353244162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Rossi AGV! Yup, mine, bought it yesterday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_l8m_fzI/AAAAAAAADGk/704w-LYunoY/s1600-h/25082009591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_l8m_fzI/AAAAAAAADGk/704w-LYunoY/s400/25082009591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374201282749759282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the fast lane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm feeling pretty good about stuff. Not sure why, other than I suppose I know things could be worse. Work is - well, it's work, and as long as I have a job, I suppose I must be thankful, and I am. Got the name of a builder today, who does small jobs, so he's coming around on Saturday. maybe I can use him for the pillars on the decks, and the other small things I need done. Then I can get the roof over the braai area, and the railings replaced.&lt;br /&gt;The XJR spares from Japan are due this week, so I can reassemble that, and the reprayed parts are due in a week or so, then those can be fitted, and I can ride it!&lt;br /&gt;GMan has basically finished with school. He's now got his prelims, and then final exams, and then we hope he's done enough to go to varsity.&lt;br /&gt;LuckyL is, well, he's LuckyL. In love, riding his Aprilia, doing ok at school, would rather be rebuilding bikes than studying (not a bad idea as there is serious money to be made).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm 50, and life seems ok - nay, life's good! Have not been doing too well on th epoker front, but then I'm not playing as much as I used to, and seem to have got over the "urge". It's amazing how things get into your system, take over your mind, but eventually leave again. No harm, no foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know anything about South African affairs, this idea was proposed last night:-&lt;br /&gt;"We should pay for an operation to have Peter DeVilliers and Caster Semenye voice boxes swopped!"&lt;br /&gt;And from a large friend of mine, this one:-&lt;br /&gt;"A man just knocked at my door, asking for donations of clothing to give to the starving people of Africa. I told him to fuck off. If MY clothes fit them, they can't be starving!" (He's 6'4", and weighs in at about 135kg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enuff 4 today - got to get to the office.&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-754606038497459038?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/754606038497459038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=754606038497459038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/754606038497459038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/754606038497459038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/latest-news-from-front-office.html' title='Latest news from the front office.....'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpT_nRq5_KI/AAAAAAAADHE/acD1QIgGCQE/s72-c/my+profile.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-388071154169076541</id><published>2009-08-23T10:49:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:13:07.911+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>It's my party......</title><content type='html'>Wow ! What a party. Not as raucous as my 40th, (we ALL getting older), but a great one nonetheless!!&lt;br /&gt;Good turn out, everyone I wanted there was there (one or two couldn't make it), and everyone got on well, and had fun. the younger one's got a pool game going, and a tournament to boot, where they beat the crap out of the older guys (so? we don't spend all our time in pool bars, we rather spend our time trying to get laid!), new friendships made between those of my friends who didn't know each other..... Great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great gifts too. I had given the Princess a 'list" made up mostly of rather expensive items, but not expecting anyone to come through with them, rather expecting cash donations towards them. I did get some dinero, but no where near enough to buy what I want - however, I will be buying the Rossi helmet I wanted anyway!&lt;br /&gt;On the list were:-&lt;br /&gt;Rossi helmet&lt;br /&gt;Givi top box for the bike&lt;br /&gt;New biking jacket&lt;br /&gt;A new job offer (this one aimed specifically at a friend ogf mine who is a share holder in 2 - 3 very lucrative companies)&lt;br /&gt;A Ducati&lt;br /&gt;Some other stuff&lt;br /&gt;Single Malt whiskey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received:-&lt;br /&gt;Well I did get some great surprises. First up, from a pub friend (he who looks after my TV ariel and stuff) - a "box light for my bar! And it's of the one beer I would / do drink when I do have a beer!&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the morning of my birthday, apart from my brother and his family having made the trip to join us for the weekend, the Princess presentaed me with a gold ring, engraved with the&lt;br /&gt;Zanette famil crest! This had me in tears. It's damn fine, and the best present anyone could have wished for!&lt;br /&gt;From the Queenie, 4 handkerchiefs, and a donation towards the helmet.&lt;br /&gt;From Brother and family - A shark sticker ( almost a must have from Boet!), a new pair of Vuarnet sunglasses (damn fine - very very expensive, not the kind I would buy myself because of the cost, and now a replacement for my old one's, which I also got from him originally, but which were broken!!! Thanx boet), and a Ferrari!! Yup, doors, bonnet and boot opens, and the wheels turn, and the steering works! And it's a great model for the pub showcase!&lt;br /&gt;Then an assortment of other gifts, which will be displayed below.&lt;br /&gt;A very special gift was from my friend, colleague, and executive on my accounts at work. A mounted Warthog trophy - this animal must have been a monster!!! And I immediately got out the tools, drilled the hole, and mounted it where it can keep an eye on my pub. It's a beut!!!!&lt;br /&gt;From another long time friend, a Collectors Ferrari - copy of the 87 model - stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few bottles of booze (for a non drinker this was intersting, however, I am going to get into some of these as the quality of the stuff given to me MUST be tasted and enjoyed, so, here's to a repeat (yet controlled) cycle of my youth!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEv2tsV7hI/AAAAAAAADGM/tY6Msu_LYgI/s1600-h/Ti-Tech_Rossi_Helmet_Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEv2tsV7hI/AAAAAAAADGM/tY6Msu_LYgI/s400/Ti-Tech_Rossi_Helmet_Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373128447454735890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Rossi helmet I AM GOING TO BUY TOMORROW!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEv203FdGI/AAAAAAAADGU/DLsXNsk12oA/s1600-h/23082009588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEv203FdGI/AAAAAAAADGU/DLsXNsk12oA/s400/23082009588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373128449378841698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A "picnic basket" full of goodies (Italian) including a 3 - 4 kg parma ham!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEv2DQc44I/AAAAAAAADGE/IisX2BaN1Qs/s1600-h/23082009587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEv2DQc44I/AAAAAAAADGE/IisX2BaN1Qs/s400/23082009587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373128436063462274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Btl from my lifelong friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEueJY9TRI/AAAAAAAADF8/bbHUDLjAcxI/s1600-h/23082009585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEueJY9TRI/AAAAAAAADF8/bbHUDLjAcxI/s400/23082009585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373126925881265426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'87 Ferrari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEudgCmepI/AAAAAAAADF0/0VrmVZUF2PI/s1600-h/23082009584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEudgCmepI/AAAAAAAADF0/0VrmVZUF2PI/s400/23082009584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373126914781641362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MGD Bar light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEudIZpBmI/AAAAAAAADFs/TRfH-dNX8-Q/s1600-h/23082009583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEudIZpBmI/AAAAAAAADFs/TRfH-dNX8-Q/s400/23082009583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373126908435826274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mounted warthog trophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEucgaNCVI/AAAAAAAADFk/jWV7PHtxpa4/s1600-h/23082009582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEucgaNCVI/AAAAAAAADFk/jWV7PHtxpa4/s400/23082009582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373126897700768082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chiva s - 12 yr old - Collectors edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEucSpCznI/AAAAAAAADFc/4SirxvtytPo/s1600-h/23082009581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEucSpCznI/AAAAAAAADFc/4SirxvtytPo/s400/23082009581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373126894004915826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BIG bottle of Heineken beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEIyLNjlrI/AAAAAAAADFU/GYfjyLURVcE/s1600-h/23082009580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEIyLNjlrI/AAAAAAAADFU/GYfjyLURVcE/s400/23082009580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373085488525842098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glenfiddich 12 yr old Single Malt - JUST for ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEIxgOAEEI/AAAAAAAADFM/GPnUczBClaw/s1600-h/23082009579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEIxgOAEEI/AAAAAAAADFM/GPnUczBClaw/s400/23082009579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373085476984983618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irish Whiskey - with collectors jug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEIxDGUeCI/AAAAAAAADFE/aVuwqsu4a88/s1600-h/23082009578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEIxDGUeCI/AAAAAAAADFE/aVuwqsu4a88/s400/23082009578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373085469168138274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bells Special Reserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEIw-Mc25I/AAAAAAAADE8/xWvMjBCVyxk/s1600-h/23082009577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEIw-Mc25I/AAAAAAAADE8/xWvMjBCVyxk/s400/23082009577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373085467851676562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Warthog - this is a knife sharpener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEIwZMZHbI/AAAAAAAADE0/5oKN8S-dHRQ/s1600-h/23082009576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEIwZMZHbI/AAAAAAAADE0/5oKN8S-dHRQ/s400/23082009576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373085457919319474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The balloons that were inside for the party, now "hung out to dry" on the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEGz8ojCMI/AAAAAAAADEs/mwtr-C2ur2I/s1600-h/23082009575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEGz8ojCMI/AAAAAAAADEs/mwtr-C2ur2I/s400/23082009575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373083319949002946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday cards - the very big one was great - didn't need reading glasses for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEGzbWZxUI/AAAAAAAADEk/pwjTxkRal1c/s1600-h/21082009574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEGzbWZxUI/AAAAAAAADEk/pwjTxkRal1c/s400/21082009574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373083311014528322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Ring - with family crest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEGyylnLoI/AAAAAAAADEc/QclgKWMN6j8/s1600-h/21082009573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEGyylnLoI/AAAAAAAADEc/QclgKWMN6j8/s400/21082009573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373083300072468098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEGyAwtseI/AAAAAAAADEM/QVcLIVHlA5U/s1600-h/21082009570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEGyAwtseI/AAAAAAAADEM/QVcLIVHlA5U/s400/21082009570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373083286697259490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Handkerchiefs with envelope - donation towards the helmet&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEF2cMbWdI/AAAAAAAADEE/byW_pVCZb2s/s1600-h/21082009569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEF2cMbWdI/AAAAAAAADEE/byW_pVCZb2s/s400/21082009569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373082263269104082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shark sticker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEF18up6AI/AAAAAAAADD8/3ZugLjvVf0g/s1600-h/21082009568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEF18up6AI/AAAAAAAADD8/3ZugLjvVf0g/s400/21082009568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373082254822729730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Set of 6 Captain Morgan Rum glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEF1dD7GaI/AAAAAAAADD0/SIHVYDP687U/s1600-h/21082009567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEF1dD7GaI/AAAAAAAADD0/SIHVYDP687U/s400/21082009567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373082246322002338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vuarnet Sun glasses with glasses holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEF0fkhRUI/AAAAAAAADDk/iCbeQRZg2ug/s1600-h/21082009564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEF0fkhRUI/AAAAAAAADDk/iCbeQRZg2ug/s400/21082009564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373082229815723330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Millers Bar light - on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEx2uj_spI/AAAAAAAADGc/SOZifdtRaG8/s1600-h/21082009565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEx2uj_spI/AAAAAAAADGc/SOZifdtRaG8/s400/21082009565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373130646711415442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ferrari.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-388071154169076541?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/388071154169076541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=388071154169076541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/388071154169076541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/388071154169076541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-my-party.html' title='It&apos;s my party......'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SpEv2tsV7hI/AAAAAAAADGM/tY6Msu_LYgI/s72-c/Ti-Tech_Rossi_Helmet_Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-3154250504001529277</id><published>2009-08-20T08:20:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:34:29.473+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Turning 50</title><content type='html'>Turning fifty is a milestone&lt;br /&gt;Not many think to achieve&lt;br /&gt;It's rather overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;It's half a century!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much time has passed&lt;br /&gt;Since birthing till today&lt;br /&gt;So much of life has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;Time, wasted away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories are flooding back&lt;br /&gt;Faces long not seen&lt;br /&gt;Memories of good and bad&lt;br /&gt;My life, all on a screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My achievements are all up there&lt;br /&gt;And all my failures too&lt;br /&gt;Some make me proud to see&lt;br /&gt;Some will make me weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all my family&lt;br /&gt;Must be my proudest feat&lt;br /&gt;In the winter of my life&lt;br /&gt;They still surround me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice of friends, successful&lt;br /&gt;Some long ago, and still here&lt;br /&gt;Others touch and go&lt;br /&gt;A burden we must bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a happy life&lt;br /&gt;Along with all it's trials&lt;br /&gt;And know that I intend to live&lt;br /&gt;Another one just like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-3154250504001529277?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/3154250504001529277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=3154250504001529277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/3154250504001529277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/3154250504001529277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-50.html' title='Turning 50'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-7359700079539180197</id><published>2009-08-20T08:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:15:42.782+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The 50th Party</title><content type='html'>So, one of the "must invite's" to the drinks and snacks occasion this Saturday had to be my brother, and his family! However, as of last weekend, he developed a bad dose of the flu, and had to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I warned him that he needed to be careful, as there is this swine flu going around, and from what he told me, he had at least 5 of 6 symptoms. So, he went off to the doctors on Monday, and informed me that a) He had blood taken for tests, b) he would only get his results by Saturday morning, c) he was quarantined to his bedroom, and d) he was given a dose of antibiotics.....&lt;br /&gt;So, I was seriously concerned about his condition and dissapointed that he would no t be at the party. He did say that if he got the all clear on Saturday morning, he would come up anyway,  but I wasn't too keen for him to come then as he would be tired after the 7 hour drive, wouldn't really enjoy the party, and would have to drive back home again on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on my drive home from work, I called him to see how he was. He moaned that I had woken him whilst he was having a nap on the couch. Nice, I call out of concerne, he complains. As I was pulling into the driveway at home, he called me, asking if I was home yet, as he knows that it can take upto 2 hours to drive home. So, whilst I took my stuff out of the car, I chatted to him, walked up the stairs to the front door, walked in, and walked into him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, he has the flu, but confirmed not swine flu, and had come through early so as to make the most out of his trip!!! Man, it's a relief to know he's not too ill, and damn fine having him, and his wife, and my niece visiting us again. First time in 2 years!!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-7359700079539180197?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/7359700079539180197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=7359700079539180197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/7359700079539180197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/7359700079539180197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/50th-party.html' title='The 50th Party'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20919702.post-1164526296152010228</id><published>2009-08-19T10:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:11:50.123+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>Bike Stuff</title><content type='html'>Bike stuff is all encompassing, and coming together just nicely now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sou9ah_4o-I/AAAAAAAAC9s/AyqddfxpYF4/s1600-h/12082009550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sou9ah_4o-I/AAAAAAAAC9s/AyqddfxpYF4/s400/12082009550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371595244070020066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The colorful one on the left, a Rossi replica, sells for ZAR5400.00 - I can have it for ZAR 2700.00. The one on the right was an end of production import, Sale price ZAR795.00 still cheap at the price for a genuine AGV.I want one of the Rossi replica helmets - please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SovAoQMTBGI/AAAAAAAAC90/bNw9Rnj0q2c/s1600-h/Warthog+Nation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SovAoQMTBGI/AAAAAAAAC90/bNw9Rnj0q2c/s400/Warthog+Nation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371598778343294050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am considering having this sticker on the tailpiece of the bike after respraying.  The "Sticker artist" is going to remove the writing. I think it will look cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SovBDdbQvKI/AAAAAAAAC98/Kd2oEV-zxOU/s1600-h/YWC-2-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SovBDdbQvKI/AAAAAAAAC98/Kd2oEV-zxOU/s400/YWC-2-800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371599245752188066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of the word "Yamaha" on the tank, I think I'll go for the Yamaha logo, as above, but&lt;br /&gt;want&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SovBa0HDeWI/AAAAAAAAC-M/Lb577Z89Kug/s1600-h/_AUTOIMAGES_RU8140lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/SovBa0HDeWI/AAAAAAAAC-M/Lb577Z89Kug/s400/_AUTOIMAGES_RU8140lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371599646978439522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to replace the Yamaha "pointers" with the assegai, as above.&lt;br /&gt;So, what u all think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salagatle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20919702-1164526296152010228?l=soufafrican.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/feeds/1164526296152010228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20919702&amp;postID=1164526296152010228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/1164526296152010228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20919702/posts/default/1164526296152010228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soufafrican.blogspot.com/2009/08/bike-stuff.html' title='Bike Stuff'/><author><name>Wreckless Euroafrican</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07577611613790808404'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svn28q97nCA/Sou9ah_4o-I/AAAAAAAAC9s/AyqddfxpYF4/s72-c/12082009550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>