Eish!

Oh Crepe: It seems as if, well, like, you know, it kind of, well is on the Breede River. This is embarrassing. Corrections have been made. To the post that is, not to the Breede River.

We just went Up the Creek and remarkably withheld all obvious jokes about no paddles and Breede Sharks.

A paddle is probably not really what you want when facing off an ill-tempered Breede Shark. They are stronger, larger and possibly hungrier than your silly paddle. Besides, Up the Creek is not on the Breede River, it is on the River Without a Duck. Getting yourself a duck would be more appropriate. Besides, Up the Creek is not on the River Without a Duck. Getting yourself a duck would be inappropriate no matter haw badly I cock this post up.

A paddle is probably really what you want when facing an ill-tempered duck. I have not slept in over 48 hours. Certain tasks no longer come easily, like wit.

Or staying awake while giving live backseat directions to my driveway.

Most of the weekend was spent trying to lick our elbows. Three out of the four members of the Clan actually managed it with one further managing to lick a toe in a difficult fashion. Hygiene is important to us and it’s not considered couth in these parts to lick somebody else’s elbows. Even if they ask.

What is considered couth is to pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, boy, smile. I suppose the only trouble worth packing up was trying to explain to the pizza stand that lunch in these parts does not, generally speaking, begin at 3pm. 3pm is better spent with a full stomach followed by a host of possible activities. Apparently the pizzas were wood-fired and delicious. I never did find out.

Amazingly no-one turned into a  burnt lobster. This despite the distinct lack of the waving of magic SPF wands. Someone did have an inflatable lobster though. And an inflatable Puff the Magic Dragon. And an inflatable butterfly. There was even an inflatable floating swimming pool. It had no duck either.

Where have all the poly-otters gone?

Probably the same place as Lindy’s tent poles are going to go if she ever gets all the cable ties off.

Sirias Note: Wonderboom have secured themselves in my humble and modest yet unpretentious opinion as being the most fun a South African band can deliver on stage. Take note boys and girls, they’ve been doing it for a while and doing it well.