Man With Plan Gives Girl a Ring

Wednesday: an instant chat window opens of my dull screen. Ta-Da! A small sentence for the big news. You know what? What? I got engaged, says Marc. Who’s Marc?

Meet Marc, my best friend. Fifty-fifty: Frog and Roast beef. Marc the spark. A jolly kid, a lively boy, a thoughtful one. We were so young, I can’t remember the first time we met. He loved everything and everyone, except for fresh tomatoes. He’s become a big man since then. A hundred and sixty pounds of souvenirs together, from the beaches of Normandy to the campuses of New York City through our many years at school. Yes, a long time friendship.

Marc, meet Antonia. An Italian. She’s The girl. His wife to be. Long black curly hair, freckles on the cheek, tanned skin and savoury accent. He looks deep into her eyes and falls in love like a big juicy tomato in the shopping basket of a hungry Mama ready to cook lunch. Tasty. Yes dear. She’s solar. Latin. Impetuously flamboyant. Like a ray of light straight through his life.

If you ask me they’re a nice couple. The Sun and the Tomato, put them together, wait for a little, and you get sun dried tomatoes.

He told me he bought her a ring. I am more than happy for them. It’s more than this. Last year they bought cats together. This year they bought a house together. This time they bought a lifetime together.

I Saw Johnny Clegg

Tuesday 24th of June, Johnny Clegg was performing at the civic theatre of Johannesburg. Ta-Da! And I was there. Yes.

More than meeting a famous singer/dancer it felt like meeting a historical figure. The show mixed music with traditional dances, and Johnny explained in-between acts what the lyrics meant, where the dances came from and told us a little bit about his childhood and good old Africa. A funny show.

Jennifer 2008 World Tour

Woble, woble, long hair.

Quick, quick. Snap, snap, cut, cut. Stop.
Fuck, fuck, rough tuft on the top of my head.

Slow time. A few bad weeks for me, waiting for them to grow back. Slow, slow.

Revengeful. I am. Against all these arrogant tasteless butchers-with-scissors. No. Way out of line. I apologise, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t say these things, only cheap ones are criminal. Therefore have to admit reluctantly that I am cheap. Or is it that I fear ending up even worse off, paying four times more to get the same embarrassing fringe? Hm. I wonder.

It’s not that I have nothing to write on. But I haven’t written on anything for a while. So, what difference does it make to you? In my next post I will send you breathtaking pictures of Lesotho. 

Just to say that my beloved sister Jennifer has quit her high profile career in the investment banking to travel the world and have a spin around that big blue smoky ball that has become our earth.

She’s off to South America, Australasia and Asia (roughly) and you can follow her trip on JLostConnection.WordPress.com.