Mark Forrester - Independent digital designer and online entrepreneur

Today we witnessed probably THE most historic one day international cricket match ever to have taken place, between South Africa and Australia! What a game. “Incredible” as Graeme Smith put it. I can’t put it much better.

Not wanting the moment to end, I surfed the internet (after a few celebratory brewskis of course!) looking for a few sport’s reports on today’s great game. I found quite a few, News24, Sky News, ABC Sports and SportsAustralia.com, were all praising South Africa’s performance. I then stumbled upon a related article on Fox Sports, Australia, that grabbed my attention. “Warne labels Smith a fool”. I thought this might be an interesting read, and oh was it.

Apparently a few hours before the game Warne had a little go at Smith:

SHANE Warne has lit the fuse for an explosive Test series by branding South Africa’s Graeme Smith a tactically inept “fool” who is directly responsible for the decline of some of his own players.

The flamboyant leg spinner risked possible action under the International Cricket Council’s code of conduct by taking verbal warfare with the Proteas skipper to new heights.

Unfortunately for Warne, this all came before Smith’s men pulled off a remarkable world-record victory in the final limited-overs game to clinch the series against Australia 3-2.

Haha sucks fool! Ok wait the funny bit is still to come:

“Smith didn’t make runs (in Australia) and there’s no South African team that has performed that badly ever.

“He was the captain, so he’s got to take responsibility for that.”

“But he just keeps making these outrageous, ridiculous statements that he doesn’t back up. He’ll probably end up with egg on his face again.

“If he has learnt any lessons out of Australia, and hopefully he hasn’t, he might be better off just being quiet and trying to play.”

I bet someone wished he had kept quiet now!! Woohaha!! What a great tingling feeling I have inside right about now.

This post is the follow up to Braai Politics- This is men’s business, serious men’s business (must read first!). If females actually knew what takes place with men around a braai, and the politics surrounding the tongmaster, they might understand and appreciate our efforts more.

This article must be written by an American as the “Braai” is called the “BBQ”. Maybe the tongmaster doesn’t exist in America? And hence, the females complain so much?
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After 4 long months of cold and winter, we will eventually be coming up to summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking as it’s the only type of cooking a real man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.

When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:

Routine….
1) The woman buys the food.
2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.
3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill – beer in hand.

Here comes the important part:
4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.

More routine…
5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.
6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the situation.

Important again:
7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

More routine……
8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces and brings them to the table.
9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

And most important of all:
10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.
11)The man asks the woman how she enjoyed “her night off”. And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing some women……

Courtesy of Keg 

It’s probably been around the blogosphere a few thousand times, but this little funny picture is new to me.

Not only have they cut the power at just about every meeting I have been to this week, but now, thanks to Eskom, there is a sewerage overflow that is running into the rivulet in Kleinwassenaar next to Lakeside (a.k.a. my mother’s home). The power outages have a drastic effect on the sewerage system, which is dependent on electric pumps.

As usual my boet and me were having a good 9 hole game of golf on Wednesday evening, and as usual i was kicking his ass.

The venue: Our local course, the Klein Wassenaar golf range (a.k.a. the field behind our house)
The caddy/ball fetcher: George (a.k.a Azland), our golden retriever

On the last hole, I chipped the ball with my sandwich club, over the tree top, perfect height, perfect distance, until the wind blew it off course, and plop into the fresh water canal (a.k.a our water hazard), running across the field, she fell.

No worries, I’ll drop a shot I thought to myself, I’ll still kick my boet’s ass. Woo ha ha. Azland, the anything-resembling-a-ball addict, darted across the field, a blur of golden hair, determined to find my ball, and disappeared into the water canal. I followed him, not so fast though. What I saw next was quite disturbing. My golden boy, knee deep in poo. Searching for my golf ball. Get out I yelled. It was too late though, he was crusty, and he stank. And he was determined to find it. After a while I think Azland was even disgusted by the smell, his valiant effort was for nothing. He retreated. It was gone.

After I hosed Azland down under the tap back at home, I rewarded him with an old cracked golf ball.

This is the final straw. Eskom you’ve taken this one step too far. This means war.