FIFA legacy in tatters

Today’s Herald

On the day that the 2014 football world cup kicks off across the Atlantic in Brasil our local hacks have decided to publish a (in their opinion) damning report card on the “shambles” FIFA left behind right here in the Eastern Cape back in 2010

Well, it aint my opinion.

I love our new stadium.

I use the ‘new’ roads and those upgraded (widened and resurfaced) on a daily basis.

The upgrade to our little airport and it’s infrastructure was long overdue.

And as for the cost to the city? I couldn’t care less, those who think that the money spent on maintaining the stadium (R13.2  million) would have been spent on welfare , housing or other developments, think again. It just meant less Mercs and overseas junkets for the elected few.

In 6 months of Super Rugby over 300,000 people attended the stadium to support / watch our E.P. Kings, that R13.2m equates to less than R50 per supporter! Not to mention the huge support when the Boks and World 7’s play here.

Less money in the ratepayers pot to be stolen and squandered.

My mates and I still reckon that those 30 days in 2010 were perhaps one of the best months of our lives!

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Another Emmy prediction

Previously on the Chariot.

My Emmy award predictions have came up trumps.
I don’t want to drag up old links as who needs the aggravation of cutting and pasting but they are in the archives. Once more I am prepared to put my head on the block, put a noose round my neck, take the pin out a grenade, sit on a chair that’s electric (OK, we get the picture) and select a future award winner. I predict that James Spader from The Blacklist will win in the best actor category. (The first season of The Blacklist is currently being repeated on Sky Atlantic in the UK. For your information)

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Holy Moses

Made me smile anyway

A burglar broke into a house one night. He was shining his torch around, looking for any items of value, when a voice in the dark said,
‘Jesus knows you’re here.’
He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked the torch off and froze. After a while When he heard nothing else, he shook his head and switched his torch back on and resumed his search.
He found a DVD player and as he pulled it out to disconnect it from the mains, clear as a bell he heard a voice say
‘Jesus is watching you.’
Startled, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his torch illuminated a parrot.
‘Did you say that?’ he hissed at the parrot.
‘Yes’, the parrot confessed, then squawked, ‘I’m just trying to warn you that he’s watching you.’
Seeing it was only a parrot the burglar started to relax.
‘Warn me, huh?” he said “Who might you be then?’
‘Moses,’ replied the bird.
‘Moses?’ the burglar laughed. ‘What kind of people would name a parrot Moses?’
‘The same kind of people who would name a Rottweiler Jesus.’

Poetry competition for May. Results

After a bit of prodding, we have a decent set of pomes to pontificate over.

Gazoopi: Troubled by rain and whoopee cushions, Nice

Janus: A very clever acrostic rather spoilt by a later mention of morris dancing. Minus 29 points straight away 🙂

Bilby: Some very clever wordplay and an interesting take on Whoopee.

Araminta: Some very eloquent words about writer’s block 🙂

So, with all the entries at a high level, I think the worthy winner is Bilby. Over to you……..

1966 and All That

In case you had forgotten, I have rules about the countries that I support to beat England. In cricket, it’s Scotland. For rugby it’s Scotland, Wales, Ireland and South Africa. At football I will happily cheer on my Sassenach cousins except against Scotland, Northern Ireland or Wales (unless that diving bastard Bale is playing for the Taffs).
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Glorious Technicolour

Life has been a bit grim/hectic/headless chicken territory of late.

First I never did get over the flu thing I had in January necessitating endless visits to my pulmonologist .  Second, my friend with whom I share a plot in the community garden has tottered off with melonoma leaving me with a double work load. Third spousal unit has had a bit of a run in with his health too.  (We really should have sold this place last year, far too big and far too much work and retired to our ‘pocket handkerchief’ in town!)  But here we still are, the jungle is flowering big time!

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