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EVER notice how President George Bush starts talking slower just as he’s about to make an important point? 

“I used to think it was something he did for emphasis or to simplify a complex concept.  But I now realise that he’s merely mimicking the way it was explained to him!” said Al Ducharme.

 

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We were watching stand-up comedy at the Gotham Comedy Club as New York continued to work her charm on us.  Slowly opening her bag of tricks – she drew us in under her spell – turning us into life-long fans, along with the 40 million others that visit her shores annually.

Merely calling New York a city with many attractions would not serve her well.  This is an experience that is bound to stay with you forever.  One you’ll look back on with a sense of dreamlike awe… wondering if it was real.

For the traditionalist, experiences range from standard attractions found in most guidebooks like cultural, dining, shopping, art or history.  Or, for those adventurous enough to be led by a higher force, there’s a blank section under “expect the unexpected”.

Driving me up the wall

MY husband and I belong to a generation that is not scared to use our mental powers, but shirk at the implications of having to use our hands.

Do-It-Yourself is something you watch other people do or, as is the case in James’ family, attempted with a butter knife, cello tape and a piece of string.

World Cup Rugby 2007

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Bok sports

ERICA DREIJER

The time had come – by tonight South Africans were posed to either be triumphant in victory, or steeped into some lowly form of “dronk-verdriet” (drunken-sadness).

For weeks, we had watched the Boks trash one team after the next. Not always enthralled with their play, but nevertheless impressed that finally that the post-1995 slump was lifting and that the Springboks were becoming a force to be reckoned with once again.

In the week leading up to the final, Bok patriotism had reached a new high, and over night, “green and gold” had become the latest fashion accessory.

Rugby supporters wore their jerseys with pride. Street vendors finally had wares that were being sold out at traffic intersections. South Africans had adopted a green and gold national flag adorned with a springbok and it seemed as if the town was buzzing with officials as everywhere green and gold flags were flapping from car windows.

Even foodies were taken up in the moment. One of the local fast food outlets started producing green hamburger buns and supermarkets were selling green and gold bread on “the big day”.

The media went crazy in anticipation, educating the public on the rules, capturing national pride by replaying the winning moment of the 1995 World Cup and a local musician produced a special World Cup album. Everyone went gaga as they were swept up in World Cup fever.

On Saturday afternoon, in true South African fashion, the great trek to friends’ houses started. Social laagers were formed around braais (BBQ’s), booze and TV screens.

And all across town, the unofficial Springbok anthem: “Impi! Wo ‘nans’ impi iyeza, Obani bengathinta amabhubesi?” could be heard.

It’s a song that tells of the Zulu regiments’ victory over the British troops led by Chelmsford and the chorus is a challenge to those whom they are to fight against. Now, centuries later – these two parties would meet again to “fight “for victory.

Entering into a smoky bunker we take position behind an alcoholic beverage, armed with the knowledge that the Boks are the favourites to win… But our hearts are heavy. What if… there’s that niggling uncertainty of “what if…?” Wishing we had the powers to see into the future… to fast-track the next couple of hours that lay heavy upon us…

This has been a World Cup of upsets after all… so, what if?

Emotions reign high as we sing our national anthem. We unclench our jaws at a six point half time lead. Hold our breaths as we watch the England “try” replay. Jig with happiness when the referee denounces it. And get fabulously high on becoming the world champions once again.

An indescribable relief allows us to breathe freely again… and sleeping is what you do, when you’re dead, on an occasion like this.