(thanks to Jess, Mon, and whoever else took photos on my camera!)

The Barleycorn Music Club have supported Streep since our first shows as a full band, and we were privileged to play at their annual music festival today, held on the sports field at St Joseph's College. Huge sound system (which resulted in the police being called later), wide open space, food and drink on sale, and a range of musicians performing all day. Some of the crowd literally looked like they were camping.

(thanks to Tenille for photos during the set!)

Tonight's show was off the map, in two senses.

In the geographical sense, we were off the map (well, our usual travels anyway) playing at the Bottomup youth cafe in Fish Hoek, the beachfront suburb made famous in recent weeks for a fatal shark attack. Before you ask, yes, we did play our song Sharkman, and it went down very well. Especially well, since against all odds there was a girl there who not only had seen the film Sharkman (upon which the song is based), but actually cheered when we mentioned it. Simon very nearly climbed off the stage to hug her.

In the musical sense, we were off the map with some, ahem, different, versions of our songs, and probably the craziest random banter and stage antics we've ever pulled off on stage.

Even though my taste in films has previously been called into question, today I'm blogging about a deeply, stomach-hurtingly, tear-streamingly, loud-laugh-you-do-when-you-can't-control-it-ingly funny film we went to watch last weekend.

After our show yesterday at the V&A Waterfront Amphitheatre, someone told me that they wanted to become a Streep groupie. This isn't the first time that has happened, and it got me thinking: what exactly IS a groupie?

I could talk about what a great night the Ellington's gig was. I could talk about a great Magma Chicken Wrap at Kauai in Tygervalley. I could talk about Simon offending a local in the mall when he pointed out that it felt dead, like it was built on a graveyard.