Game of Thrones

The first thing I thought of when I heard this name was chess. Game of thrones must be like chess. The first thing I heard when told this name was “Man, you have to watch Game of thrones, fuck Spartacus, Game of Thrones” and I tend to agree with the man who said that, I tend to.

Game of Thrones is a series based on a novel by George R.R. Martin. The first season premiered on April 17 2011, second season should be out mid October 2011. In July 2011 the novel became a New York Times best seller, 15 years after it was published and a couple months after the series was launched. Who said people don’t read anymore? They just need some video assistance.

We’re in the 1600s id guess, the days of sword and shield, bow and arrow and extremely high English. We have kings and queens and lords and squires and all are treacherous snakes conspiring against each other trying to elevate their family name or sustain its reputation.

Game of Thrones is a glorified days of our lives and I like it because the people that cause the drama get their heads on a spike. Of course some noble, honorable people also get their heads on a spike too, unfortunately. 

The series is intriguing and has depth I wish all series had. There are some expensive actors in it too, makes sense that they had to die. The production is on the same scale as Lord of the Rings.

It is awesome the man that told me it was, was right. The only disagreement I have with him is about the sex scenes. Somehow in the Game of Thrones people feel the need to have a conversation while engaging in intercourse. Like you can actually think while doing it. Makes no sense to me. At least in Spartacus the sex scenes are more realistic.

All in all watching Game of Thrones is not a waste of time like watching jersey shore, which I haven seen, it’s actually quite thrilling and it keeps you intrigued. I can’t wait for season 2 so I can spend an entire day just relaxing and watching something worth my time.

Be the ball.

On the foot of the mountain there are 3 identical buildings known as the Tampon Towers. Some call them architectural terrorism. Destroying the image of the mountain. I don’t mind them in fact I like them. There is a hidden treasure that lies within and once discovered, turns regular men into addicts.

And why wouldn’t it? It’s highly addictive and cheap as chips. As long as you have the right paraphernalia, you’re set for some Wall slamming, Face planting,

Ball blasting stuff!

After an hour of this vigorous self-abuse, you feel amazing. You feel like the world is in your palm, the sun and stars in your fingertips.

That is the feeling that is highly addictive and it isn’t detrimental to your health. Quite the contrary, it’s good for your health. The endorphins released cause euphoria to overcome you. As if you’re in love or on drugs. The major benefit of this of course is the fact that the next time you do it, you will be better, faster, harder, stronger. Not weakened like the effects of drugs.

All you need is coin, coin and gumption. 1 coin buys you 25 minuets of light. Lets you see the sins of your past and punishes you for it, but fear not, as it is the day after you should fear most. When your body is twisted and mangled. Welts on your skin from the punishment endured and it’s all worth it. Worth every second of pain because you’re chasing the dragon, slaying the beast within screaming for you to stop.

You don’t stop. You lunge at the next opportunity you have to blast that ball against the wall and hope you don’t receive a comeback, but always expect one.

If you haven’t guess by now that I’m talking about squash then you haven lived a day of your life. You haven’t felt the pain and glory of winning or losing in a game against yourself. Sure you have an opponent to out fox but your belief in your ability will nullify your opponent completely. You have to become the ball.

Bruce Lee was famous for becoming. “Be like Water” he had that unfailing belief in himself.

“Knowing is not enough we must apply, willing is not enough we must do”

put that in your pipe and smoke it.

The Great-est-Skape.

Tonight I’m at a farewell party. One of my friends is leaving for London for a year. He's one of the coolest guys you'll have the pleasure to meet. He is focused on his goals and has a way with the ladies that'll make you jealous! Anyway, he's leaving and there we were, on his balcony celebrating his departure, happy to have less competition.

All the Camps Bay cronies are there, drunk and having fun. I get to catch up with mates I haven seen in ages. Peeps are mental yo. Kyle is going to attend the RedBull music academy in London, that’s huge! Paul has been on television breakdancing, he has mad control of his body. Decio is the number 2 downhill skater in South Africa, probably the most mental one of us all.

We say our goodbyes and wish our mates well, being 2am in the morning it was time to move on and move we did. We are on the road, the 3 of us. The three musketeers, the pioneers, or are we three blind mice, doing silly shit in the dark.

The silly shit was awesome. We make our way up to the highest point reachable in a car. The top of Kloof Nek road, we stop next to the cable cars of Table Mountain. One insane mouse finds his cheese in the form of a downhill skateboard, and he ate it up.

We have a moment, a prayer to the gods of speed, to keep our deadmua5 alive, and to remind ourselves of people like Lloyd MacPherson, who had died on his board on the same streets we are on. We utter words of the late great Ayrton Senna ‘Look but never stare’ and it is done.

Decio gets onto his piece of timber with tiny wheels attached and pushes himself once. I'm behind him in the car with my brights on lighting up the dark road for him.

He starts to pick up speed and so do I. Dennis is has the passenger filming what’s happening on my phone. Decio approaches the first corner he gets low and disappears. I accelerate into the corner hoping to sustain light for him but he's gone. Dennis starts getting really excited. I’m drifting the car to keep up with the insane speedster on a board.

I catch up to him going down a straight. I’m relieved to see him tick tacking down the road. I would have been tumbling down the side of the mountain right now but there he is, being playful with danger. A stop sign is coming up fast Decio power slides side wards to slow down for it. Dennis screams “YOU ARE MY HERO!” at the top of his lungs in my left ear.

I take the corner following closely behind him, now we’re cruising down Kloof Nek road. Decio tucks into a crouch and rides the road like a wave. Dennis peeks my speedometer, “90! His going 90 down this hill! Crazy! He is CRAZY!”

The road meanders, twists and turns till we get to Raffiks. The traffic light shines red we see green and run the light. There’s no traffic at this time of the morning, and we’re badass. Fuck traffic. Those cars up the road never stood a chance. We get to Buteinkant road the hill is over. Decio puts his foot down to slow himself.

He stops and gets into my car. “You the man! You the fuckin man!” You could feel the buzz like a chainsaw. Its crazy shit like this that makes life fun. The Great Escape from lives mundane monotony,  to flirt with death.  The rest of the night, blurr. It was awesome and id do it again. 

ready for war?

During battle the other day (at work) there was a woman a blonde, she was in her late forties I presume holding a pram with a sprawling brat squirming inside it like hatching mosquito larvae. A nuisance, complaining at the front of house in front of everyone. Complaining about a merger matter blown out of proportion by her own imagination. Attracting attention, firing at our army. She had been here before, and I was the victim of her wrath.

This time it was one of the veterans, a waitress who had been around long enough to know her way around a sticky situation. First thing I saw was Vaun (short for Chevaun, the waitress) asserting the facts and the customer reacting with a snarl. Then I saw Mr. Clint come to the rescue Mr. Clint is like superman! Bullets just bounce off him, the General. He bears many scars from the battles he has seen and survived. Now he had a new enemy, he tried to reason with the women.

There was no reasoning with her though, I had served her before, and before she snapped on me and shat on the manger. She told me her husband left her and that she was a single mother, she was unhappy with life and trying to make everyone else the same. She was spoilt and she knew it. You only had to eye her child to believe it.

He was a brat, about 5 years old, in a pram, making a noise and a mess. The table she sat at resembled a war zone where a raging battle had gone on, tomato sauce on the floor from the wounded. Flesh of lost sole-diers squished on the tabletop. It was a mess.

When I severed her weeks before, I was not prepared for war, I was unsuspecting, a private in the ranks of the soldiers. I followed protocol and I was shot down. She had say something to the manager that put me at the bottom of the list. I was just getting out of the lower rungs of the squad. I spent two week in the ‘gallows’ aptly named after the feeling you get when working there. Suicide.

Id survived my sentence in the ‘gallows’ only to see her again, the women who put me there. This time I wasn’t the target I dodged that bullet. This time Vaun was under attack, the onslaught was constant.

Last thing I heard. “I drive a Mercedes Benz and I live in a 3 story house in Camps Bay” bomb dropped by the women with her brat.

BOOM, The generals’ retaliation was swift and precise. “Does that make you a better person than anyone else?” Hit, the woman wobbled away wounded.

The battle was won, our veteran got a new notch on her sleeve and the general a new one on his chest. We had survived the battle, the war rages on.