Hectic! This whole Rugby Fiasco of Ras Dumisani mutilating our National Anthem in Frans, and to top it all our flag was also displayed upside down.
Easy to remember people, red is up, and here is a link to the lyrics. Might be a good idea to finally memorise it (it’s been 15 years after all) so that we don’t embarrass ourselves at the Soccer World Cup next year. (Yes, I dare bring that up cause it’s important – learn to bake your own bread and get a solar geyser so long – don’t get me started on Eskom’s shenanigans)
And when my non-rugby-watching-nor-understanding friend even commenting facebook about South Africa’s Idols moment in sport, it reminded me of my pub-rugby-watching days. Tipsy chicks watching rugby at Dross. I don’t even remember who played(probably the Stormers or WP) cause I can’t remember if it was Super 14 or the Currie Cup… don’t think we even knew or cared. And the only thing we knew about the rules were: you score tries, you kick a conversion, scrum a lot, and there are line throw ins when the ball goes outside the boundaries. Henk has tried to explain the finer rules, but it doesn’t matter cause the referee doesn’t apply them anyway.
Maryke and I were not supporting the favourite of the day, and of course the favourite won. For our penalty we were to swim in Jan van Riebeeck Primary school swimming pool, naked, at midnight, the breaststroke. Beer induced bravado will make you bet anything.
That’s when André the Hilarious Hypnotist came to Comedy Warehouse next to Bourbon Street. To heck with the midnight skinny dip, said Maryke and I, for your amusement we will be hypnotised. Always suckers for public humiliation; which I preferred than being caught by a nun swimming starkers (me starkers, not the nun).
Off to Comedy warehouse and onto the stage we marched. Found open seats at different ends of the stage, few volunteers even had to stand – it was so popular.
After the terms and conditions and some hypnotrick mumbo-jumbo, you had to extent your arms in front of you, link your fingers and raise your arms above your head while your eyes follow your hands. I stole a peek at the oke next to me: his eyes had rolled so far back only the whites were showing. I tried to copy him, but my eyes stung.
André proceeded with the brain washing: “Your eyelids are heavy.” My eyelids were heavy. “You are under my command” I am under your command. “ You think you can open your eyes. But you can’t.” I open my eyes. He tells me to get off the stage.
Slightly chuffed at not being easily influenced by the power of suggestion (though I’ve been craving cola for a few days now) I sit down ready to enjoy the show at Maryke’s expense; only to have her reach accross the table and hand me a beer. “How fast can you swim?” she asks.
Villa Maria girls can’t be hypnotised – fact.
Oh my word, ek het hierdie storie al lankal vergeet!! Hoe lekker laat jy my nou lag!!
En ons het toe ook nooit daai midnight skinnydip gehad nie 😉