Nice shot of Suzette Bell-Roberts' cleavage. Apparently it should be pronounced clavage or something like cabbage or something. Or something about the way she likes her carrots and cream. Interesting thoughts. And definitely something wrong with the size of that carrot... Problems Brendon?

So we went to David Lurie's exhibition. Pretty much the same as the previous book launch. Except this time we did get snacks. Nice ones too, and great wine. Joao Ferreira could get a couple of tips here once he decides to attend fellow gallerists' exhibitions.

This time round the exhibition/book launch was opened by Judge Dennis Davis. A huge improvement on premier Ebrahim Rasool's pooh pooh speech on how happy our nation is. It was a heart warming talk, more about how our lives are mediated by this big fucking mountain, comparing the nice views through burglar bars from Hugovale to the crap views from our squatter camps.


The highlight of the evening was definitely speaking to fuckhead wretched photographer, Pieter Badenhorst. He expressed his concerns beautifully about how he hates artists and anyone who gets more attention than him (which is not very difficult by the way). Maybe he is still pissed off about the time when Ed Young kicked his girlfriend into the Bell-Roberts' pool on a cold winters night, the same night that Cameron Platter flooded their entire house, obviously stealing the show.

We also managed to up our stipend from the Bellies to a whopping ZAR 50 last night. Things are looking good.

So Bell-Roberts, well done.



So long and thanks for all the fish.