The Woodshed

We're throwing a birthday celebration for Mandy. It's fitting really because every year I'm usually the one that gets the birthday bash. And this year was none the different. But this year Mandy is going large. It's called 'Angel or Devil? You decide.' Things got exciting once we had made the decision - on many levels. One. Instantly you have something to look forward to. This reminds me of Enid Blyton's classic Noddy series. On a dreamy sunday afternoon we were reading stories to the kiddies and Noddy became soooooo upset because he was the last to hear about Big Ears' birthday party. What fascinated me is that what upset him wasn't the fact that he was the last to find out ... it was the fact that he was robbed of the excitement that led up to the celebration. I learnt something there and then. Two. For sometime now I've been wanting to throw a 'mad hatters tea party'. You know. Invite someone dangerous to tea? My idea of this is to t...

I had a visit from a school friend of mine that i hadn't seen in 19 years. 19 years is a long time after spending every single day from Sub A (Grade 0) to Matric (Grade 12). We only had one evening together - and did our best to pack 19 years of our past into a few glasses of excellent scotch. But before I share our evening I don't believe it would be fair not to mention The Beatles. So here's my tip 'o the bowler hat: I'm not a huge fan of The Beatles. I don't own any of their albums. However, when I hear a Beatles number being played, I sing with gusto and enthusiasm. And I mean it. Admittedly, I prefer the slightly more obscure numbers ... I Am The Walrus .. and Maxwell's Silver Hammer ... And I certainly acknowledge the genius that is John Lennon. There you have it. Now back to the reunion. After looking at dusty albums and laughing at ourselves 20 years younger, it became apparent to me that my dear friend had something still to prove. Granted, we weren...