I wanted to write a blog about hipsters. The problem is I don’t really understand anything about hipsters. Somewhere along the line it became incredibly fashionable to look like a slick nerd from the 60s whose clothes shrunk in the wash. But the fact that I describe hipsters in that way probably means I’m not at all qualified to make any statements about them.
There have been a few radio shows since we got back from Grahamstown that we have not shared. This is not because we don’t want you to hear them, it’s purely because I’ve been a little bit slack and haven’t got around to writing this blog. Wait. I don’t need to say that. I can make up any excuse. What’s a good excuse? Olympics! Everyone is talking about the Olympics! I couldn’t write this blog because I’ve been so busy backing our amazing Olympic squad...
Last week we had the privilege of chatting to legend of South African comedy, Leon Schuster, and his tiny co-star, Aflred Ntombela. Although it was a pretty bad Skype connection, it was a great experience to chat about the in’s and out’s of their new film Mad Buddies, as well as reminisce about some of the classic Candid Camera moments from the past. But first – here’s a catch up of what we got up to on the show the week before...
We’re proud to present our latest video all about the perils of being put on hold. This is one of the new songs specially written for our debut Grahamstown Festival Show, The Brothers Streep: Stand-Up Musicians. Be sure to click here to secure your tickets today.
When crafting a theme park ride, I imagine you do your best to create an experience in which your riders will feel a sense of controlled danger. Danger, because they know deep down that humans weren’t made to be propelled upside down at immense speed, but control, because they’re fairly confident the theme park wouldn’t still be open if things hadn’t been tested first. I’ve yet to be in a ride where the operator kicks things off by saying, “Fingers crossed, let’s hope this works…”
What a peculiar game. The object was unclear. One team, made up one gender, would run around the playground trying to catch members the other team, made up of the opposite gender, to give them a little kiss and then run away again.
The strange thing is that the people being chased around genuinely didn’t want to be kissed. (This is the age where the opposite sex is annoying and repulsive and has ‘germs’.) Until the teams were swapped. Then suddenly the team who was being chased are doing the chasing and they are totally keen! Very strange. There would always be a couple of kids who were a little wiser and more mature than others, who realised that one day they were going to feel affection for this mysterious other gender. Those kids would tend to run a little slower, or deliberately back themselves into a corner shouting, “Oh no! Not a kiss from a girl! Gross!”
Spoiler alert, but if you’re behind in Britain’s Got Talent and you’ve yet to watch the finale, you’ve yet to find out that apparently the most talented person in Britain isn’t even a person at all – it’s a dancing dog. To be fair, the dog can dance fairly well. Or at least fairly well for a dog. And if I’m really honest, it probably can dance better than me. But at least if I get ill after a particularly hefty dance routine, I’ve got a far less chance of being put down.
I love a good T-shirt. A good T-shirt, to me, goes beyond simply covering the parts of your body for which it was designed to. It goes beyond staying intact after multiple washes. It even goes beyond being able to be used as part of a makeshift rope that you might use to shimmy down the side of a jail wall, only to be spotted by the roving spotlight. And no matter how still you stand in that moment, the guards can still see you. Was Jurassic Park lying to us when Dr. Grant said ‘Don’t move. He can’t see us if we don’t move.” He was talking about a dinosaur though.
I’ve lost my train of thought. Dinosaurs. T-Rex. T-shirts!