All posts for the month January, 2012

Some pictures

Published 27/01/2012 by Saint



Small photoblog….

Circe, just love this one by Waterhouse…


Another Waterhouse, this one always reassures me when I feel odd, because of the tempestuousness of the sea and the calmness of Miranda who’s sitting watching it


Love colourful things!


The appeal of this pic lies in the suggestion of dreams, and also there seems to be an element of longing in it…


This picture of domestic peacefulness and serenity is lovely – beautiful light…

My sister and I in Coffee Bay, Transkei, in 2009


“People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway.
If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway.
For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.”
Mother Teresa


“Promise Yourself …

To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you. ”
Christian D. Larson


Food Glorious Food and Open Air Dining on the Cape West Coast

Published 27/01/2012 by Saint

I have to treat myself to a takeaway luncheon today and I’m torn between Chinese, Indian and Sushi.  If I do go for Chinese, do I want the prawn fried rice or the chicken chow mein?  Both sound delicious. If I go for the Indian, do I want the oriental vegetable curry or do I go for the prawn curry (I’m craving prawns, you will see they’re a recurring theme here). On the other hand I could easily make short work of a lamb briyani.  The trouble with sushi is one can never get enough of it, and it is expensive so I think I’ll have to scrap the sushi idea for now…although the idea of a tempura battered prawn hand roll is too much… *mouth waters*.  When I have hand rolls I ask them to leave the rice out, tastes much better.

I’m not much of a fan of rice since the financial drought of 2004 when we ate rice in every possible permutation one could imagine: fried rice, boiled rice, rice with stew, rice with stir fry, rice with beans, rice with tomato sauce at some times – rice, rice, rice…. UGH!!  I started to feel like a walking rice paddy. Put me off the stuff I can tell you.  I do still enjoy brown rice and wild rice. I like risotto when I am in the mood for it, though it can be too rich. I went through a jasmine rice phase but that became too perfume-y. I still love basmati rice though, will never tire of that.

I feel I should go for curry and I’ll make it a strong one as during this past week I’ve had some fluish symptoms that curry can get rid of for me.

Must admit I’ve gone off meat lately.  I’ll never go off seafood or fish ever.

Once I went up the West Coast with my sister and we went to Muisbosskerm, which is an open air seafood restaurant that offers every kind of seafood one can think of.  You pay X amount and you can eat all you like (this place is just down the road from Lambert’s Bay, about 2.5 hours from Cape Town) and if you are up there you HAVE TO GO THERE.  Unfortunately I couldn’t eat as much as I would have liked to simply because I couldn’t fit any more in but what I did sample was:

  • lobster
  • paella
  • fresh tuna on the coals
  • fresh cape salmon also braaied
  • loads of prawns
  • great portions of calamari, tossed on a pan over flame
  • fresh West Coast snoek
  • HUGE West Coast mussels (and mussel shells were our knives and forks)
  • and we ended off the night sitting round a fire eating hot, freshly baked white bread and home-made apricot jam

before we ate we sat on a low wall facing the sea and watched the sun go down (have a look at the website on the link and you’ll see the views).  It was such an amazing time, the food, the road trip, just my sister and I, I felt like we were the only people on earth and I’ll never forget a moment of it.

Was just everything it should have been and more.

We really do live in a beautiful country, we have lovely food and wonderful places to see.  I’m also very lucky to have a sister who’s taken me all over to places I’d never get to see otherwise.

Thank you, Glynnis





Is My Life For Rent?

Published 26/01/2012 by Saint

Well so far with a little help from my friends I have managed to insert a blogroll.  One problem that remains is that the ‘like on FB’ widget doesn’t seem to be working. I’ve tried modifying the link to exclude the http:// part and I’ve tried leaving it in but neither option works.

In other news,  I’ve been having that Life for Rent song from Dido running through my brain for some time, and especially yesterday…

“If my life is for rent

and I don’t learn to buy

then I deserve nothing more than I get

for nothing I have is truly mine…”

From the first time I heard the song quite a number of years ago, I was very moved by these particular words as they seemed to epitomise my particular life and speak directly of much time wasted and things that have gone undone.

I mean I never finished my degree, and from then, following the death of my father (which was a huge and shocking blow, the extent of which was not fully appreciated by any of us at the time I don’t think) things seemed to kind of unravel and my life became a series of incidents that were never planned, never forethought, never particularly sought, yet never directly rejected. I found myself staying with a man I never particularly loved, I felt I was adrift from my moorings and I’ve sort of run on the currents and tides of life ever since. In a haphazard and completely random way.

Not that I’m saying I haven’t enjoyed many of my experiences or had good times, I’ve had some spectacular times and met many interesting people and done many interesting things.

But now that I am halfway to ninety this year, I do wonder if my life HAS been a series of rentals and if I’ve deliberately avoided ‘buying’ in order to avoid being hurt, or being misused, and if in fact I have done myself any favours by living life on its edges,and wondering if anything I do have is truly mine.

I’m not sure that it’s quite necessary to indulge in such depressing introspection; equally I’m not sure how to avoid it but I did decide when starting this blog that I will write – without editing – just what is on my mind and maybe later when I read it again, I’ll find some answers. Maybe I won’t but maybe one of my readers will derive some benefit out of these heavy questions which people who skip on the surface of life, like stones on a pond, might call ‘weird or too dark’.

Squishy People – and a small Ramble

Published 25/01/2012 by Saint

Well I’m still getting the hang of this WordPress lark; I’me quite excited as there are so many blogs on this platform, I can imagine I’ll soon have quite a blogroll once I get ‘out and about’ and meet the bloggers. So to speak. of course you understand I never MEET any bloggers IRL.  I simply don’t DO that in the same way I don’t DO ironing.

Meeting bloggers, as I have said before, ruins the entire thing for me, because no longer can one be bitingly sarcastic, nasty, bitchy or downright rude, ‘cos now your blogger’s got a face, a life, two dogs and a canary that’s on its last legs and you are now involved to a greater or lesser extent.

You have lost that attribute so valued by both me and the late great Ayn Rand – O B J E C T I V I T Y.  A highly underrated quality, is objectivity.  These days with the ‘let it all hang out’ policy most people seem to embrace, subjectivity is the order of the day and any attempt at objectivity is usually met with derision or wild (subjective) accusations of cold-heartedness or cruelty….  *sigh*

As much as I like Facebook and Twitter, and, indeed, blogging, I do feel they – and maybe the internet in general (forums, chatrooms and the like) – have kind of made people a bit to….. squishy.  No backbone.  Too touchy feely.

So if you want pie in the sky and sweetness and light, this is most definitely the wrong blog for you.   Exit out of the pink door on your right, ta.

If, on the other hand, you want some entertainment plus a chance to think a bit, then this is the place for you and I look forward to making your [distant] acquaintance.

What can anyone tell me about customising my blog in terms of pics on the sidebar etc?



Memorable Order of Foil Hats and other Stories

Published 24/01/2012 by Saint

I’m something of a conspiracy theorist, though I haven’t yet got to the foil hat stage of complete paranoia that would see me admitted against my will – and permanently – to a state run facility for the perpetually terrified (read ‘mad’).

I doubt I would get there really because although conspiracy theories interest me, they don’t frighten me, and I’m never worried that the guavamint might be intercepting my mails/reading my blog posts/monitoring my phone, mainly because I’m sure the agents of said gauvamint would be bored stiff looking for anything incriminating in my life.

The most exciting things that happen to me are probably chance encounters with loonies in the street (I seem to attract these types) and even they would be of no interest to any government agent or representative.  The last such loony was one I encountered outside the Edenvale Licensing Department a while back.

He was a self-appointed car guard and when he saw me taking Moby out the car for a wee break he embarked on an extended rant about filthy pig dogs, sick fucking dirty dogs shitting and weeing in the gardens that had just been beautifully manicured by the Garden Service, and on and on in this vein.

I was so taken aback I wasn’t sure how to handle him and I had just decided to start shouting back at him asking whether he was off his head or what when another gent drove past me and implored me to forgive the bloke, making the universal sign for ‘crazy’ as he went.

After that I realised I couldn’t unleash my vitriol on the poor, mad ignoramus, so I let him carry on ranting and raving at the top of his lungs, figuring it was more entertaining than just sitting in the car waiting for Mike to emerge from the Department.  There was also the peripheral benefit that his screaming would entertain passers by and office workers – anything to lighten the load of the working drone, I thought.

Of late I’ve become interested in the MK Ultra Monarch Mind Control Programming techniques (click link to read more) that, it is believed, are used on many public figures/media and famous personages.   In short, the theory goes that the Illuminati control these public figures by having subjected them to brainwashing techniques when they were small.

Many of these public figures have very public meltdowns when they approach or reach the age of thirty or thereabouts when, it is theorised, they either get sent to ‘rehab’ (which is actually a place where they are re-programmed) or terminated.

If this re-programming is successful they carry on with their lives in the public eye but if it is not, we will shortly hear that they have died in some sudden and unexpected way, which will never be made entirely clear to us (think Ledger, Winehouse, Monroe, even Elvis).

I find the entire thing gripping, intriguing and very interesting. Once you read about the Monarch programming and the symbols used in association with it, you’ll see them in music videos, films and all over the place.

From one of the most well balanced sites on this subject ( we see symbolic pics for Jan 2012 – which they feature every month:

Have a look and tell me what you think.