Following my last column, my editor has been nagging me for another column.
Once again, chicken strips were hurled in my direction, followed by a glare or two and a bark.
The question, and hidden threat, in the bark wanted to know when I would grace my readers with another column.
As a good employee, I promptly ignored my boss.
Not long thereafter, a chicken strip, attached to a brick, landed on my desk.
This time I took the threat a little more seriously and I decided to put pen to paper, so to speak, and pen another column. Just so you know, I am writing this column because it would appear my supply of free chicken strips is coming to an end. Mind you, if I can get enough brick perhaps I could do some paving at my house.
Once again, I found myself in a familiar situation, wandering what to write about. I could cover parliament’s antics, but hey, the slightly-less-than Honourable Members are doing a pretty good job of attracting attention to themselves. Clearly my help is not needed there.
The calls for old JZ to ‘pay back the money’ are getting louder, so once again my help is not needed.
eTolls are, well, etolling, and my calls for residents to burn the gantries down with cologne have fallen upon deaf ears. I suggested cologne for a simple reason; between etolling costs and the price of petrol we can’t afford anything else.
Ebola is still confined to west Africa. And the USA. And Spain. But never fear dear readers, there is nothing to be concerned about. Because Government told us so.
I heard recently that 3.8-million people submitted their taxes for the current year. Glad to know there are only 3.8-million people living in SA. Personally, I thought the number was in the region of 40-odd million.
Taxis went on strike recently. So does that mean they struck, or striked? I’m not sure, but either way it was nice to drive to work without the constant threat of death.
Politicians are still investigating Nkandla. I must say, I feel greatly reassured with this knowledge. Perhaps a finding will be found between the chicken run and cattle kraal.
Oscar and his trial wrapped up. Well, part one at any rate. We are now into the appeals. And the lawyers who will appeal the appeal. And then the lawyers will respond with an appeal of the appeal’s appeal. Confused? So am I. All I know is that Oscar is exercising with Radovan. Allegedly.
The SAPS still seeks Senzo’s killers, who have apparently performed a vanishing act worthy of Houdini.
On a lighter note, the end of the year is rapidly approaching. The time of carols, presents and family is just around the corner. With this time of the year comes over eating, over drinking and over sleeping. For some, all at the same time.
I am reminded of that old advert, braaivleis, rugby, sunny skies and Chevrolet. It just seems to sum up a South African summer, and Christmas time, so perfectly. The only thing missing from this equation currently is the ‘sunny skies’ part of the catch-phrase.
However you choose to spend this time of the year, dear readers, do so responsibly. Goodness knows the accident rates on our roads are pretty horrific, especially over the Christmas period.
And with that, dear readers, I bid thee a fond adieu.
May the sun be ever shining, may the wind be ever at your back. And may the flees of a thousand camels infest the armpits of those running the etolls!
@TheMadSub
