Owing to my previous article, it seems we have been on a bit of a Photoshop course. And this has enabled me to expand SLXS to Newscorp proportions. We now offer our photos in a larger size, and from now on I will make all my photos bigger, because I am quite excessive! Now you can’t say that I don’t care for you.

So to look at the Green Point Stadium photos, in bigger size either scroll down or click HERE

Please also stay tuned(Or connected, dialled up, whatever) for my article on the Rondebosch/Bishops rugby game write up tomorrow and hopefully my Idols article. My rugby article even has a special guest writer who knows a few things about rugby!

It’s getting late and I should not be working, but you know I only want to bring you the very best and that’s why I do this!

See you all tomorrow

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I am quite aware that those photos of Green Point Stadium were awesome and that to truly appreciate them, we need to see them in a larger size. I’m thinking at least 50% larger, but that’s all speculation.

I’m working on it. Or shall I say iBob(The IT guy) should be working on it.

But unfortunately a private island is not exactly conducive to work. It is however fun for water sports and sun tanning.

Which iBob is no doubt doing right now.

Please also enjoy the complete mess that M-Net are currently showing called “Idols” I fear Idols is the wrong word and “Disaster” is the correct word. I’m busy writing a little piece on Idols right now. It hurts with every keystroke, knowing that I am actually writing about a show that is so bad. Because I know that when I publish it, you will probably watch it, even just once, to see what I am talking about. I hate to be associated in any way with the promotion of this show. It’s terrible.

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I was just reading the 17 August YOU magazine and it was all rather interesting. Not totally focusing on Cape Town here, but this information is useful, and strange!

I don’t usually read YOU magazine, but for the past two weeks I have been reading it.

Anyway, this one Beijing baker was baking buns, but not from the usual flour and whatever else they use to bake. These buns were made from 60 percent cardboard which had been presoaked in caustic soda. The other 40 percent was was fatty pork and this was all mixed with a flavour enhancer and then steamed.

“Excuse me Miss, what is your bun de jour?”

“It’s our cardboard of the day”

“That sounds lovely, I’ll have that”

Can you imagine putting that in your body? I eat a bit of junk food and feel sick, imagine not even eating food? Cardboard and caustic soda is pushing it!

Then there are the stories of soy sauce thickened with human hair. That is disgusting!

Then I opened todays Cape Argus and found another story on Chinas toxic products. It says that in New Zealand they are investigating a case after kids clothes were found to contain formaldehyde at up to 900 times above the safe level in cotton and woolen clothes from China.

The YOU magazine article is bizarre because it also says that tubes of toothpaste, which were made in China, were confiscated in Mozambique and then you have to listen to this:

The expiry dates were 32 July 2008 and 34 June 2009. Well they will never expire then which is great!

It goes on to say there have been instances where formaldehyde has been added to “noodles to lengthen shelf life, tofu made from gypsum, paint and starch, and fat for human consumption concocted from pork feed, sewage, insecticides and recycled industrial oil”

That is quite disturbing.

I can’t say I’m too worried down here in Cape Town as I rely on the people at Woolworths to keep me stocked up for various assignments I do around town. I trust them to do the best for me, and they certainly have given me some great food over the years, as is evident by this extremely tanned and toned body.

Ok, you don’t have to believe the tanned and toned part.

Thanks Woolworths for not feeding us hair, sewage and cardboard!

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I can actually say that no one else has these photos- Because I took them! The things I do to entertain the masses are astounding.

I also hope you enjoyed what I did with the previous few posts. Those readers familiar with the movie Anchorman: The legend of Ron Burgundy, might have noticed the Anchorman theme I have been going with. That is because I received my copy of Anchorman the other day and I have been watching it all day for a few days in a row now. It really is great. Anyway I also hope you like it how I interviewed myself, I thought that was extremely clever. I promote myself and my website on my own website, which is quite stupid. But I enjoyed it. Anyway, back to this post:

While I was happy with the other photos I took of the stadium, something was missing. I have the entire of Cape Town at my disposal and I was not being excessive enough. The very thought of me not doing things to the maximum excess left me a little worried that my readers would leave me.

All of this made me nervous and I needed a pilot to get me into the sky, fast. Obviously I don’t have all day to make phone calls, and so Charlie V gave Terry Redman a call, to see if we could be airborne before the week closed. Terry obliged(As people do when the SLXS phone call is made) and before I knew it I was at Cape Town International! While all the regular people come into the airport and take a left turn to go the the aeroplanes, we took a right turn to go to the hangers where all the choppers are kept.

While most phone calls are mundane, this one actually got us into the air which was spectacular.

We were met by Terry and I was expecting a white T-shirt, Aviators and a leather jacket. Then I realised we were there to fly a helicopter and not a jet like Tom Cruise in Top Gun. Terry was dressed like an ordinary person. We quickly jumped in the yellow Bell Jetranger. I’m sure we could have flown in a regular coloured helicopter, but I think Terry might have known that we were the home of excess and we would only settle for something completely crazy and loud. Yellow as a colour is LOUD. There were other regular coloured helicopters, but yellow is quite excessive and quite suits me actually.

Flying in a chopper around Cape Town suited me fine, and I was happy that this would be counting as work. We took off and flew over my house, then we just cruised from there. We went over Cavendish shopping centre, past Newlands rugby stadium, over UCT (University of Cape Town) and from there it was into the centre of town, over The Victoria and Alfred Waterfront. Then from there we sped along past Clifton, Camps Bay, Llandudno, Dungeons and into Hout Bay. Then through Tokai, Constantia and eventually we made our way back to the airport.

It was also interesting because to chat to the people in the chopper, you wear a headset(Like a real pilot!) and then through there you can hear everyone, including the air traffic people. It’s fascinating to hear how they talk and their warnings of other planes in the area that you should watch out for. Quite an intense job, way too intense for me! Imagine having the lives of thousands of people in your hands everyday? That is stressful.

It is the most fun you can have in Cape Town! There is nothing like seeing the city of excess from up where the birds fly. Flying over Clifton I was wishing that it was summer and I had some binoculars. The sight of the beaches had me longing for summer, and it will be here soon enough! It’s quite crazy that we will then go from helicopters to yachts and sailing boats and other watercraft. SLXS are going to play so hard this summer in Cape Town, even I can’t believe it. It’s actually way too much to even consider right now, so I won’t consider it just yet.
I’m not going into too much detail in this post, but I hope you enjoy the photos. More to come over the next few weeks from all the places we visited.

Thanks to Terry Redman for piloting us safely around our city, I had a fantastic time. We will definitely do it again, it’s quite a worthwhile endeavour to see this city from up top. It will blow your mind. I can’t believe I live in Cape Town!

It’s a fact: It’s the most beautiful city in the world!

Robben Island in the background to the left

A few cranes at work

It’s a pity the golf course(Bottom of photo) also has to go

How cool are SLXS to get these photos?

Signal Hill in the front is the spot from where our previous photos were taken. How we get around.

Sean Lloyd

Editor

He is like a God walking amongst mere mortals 

There was a time. A time before cable. When the local writer reigned supreme. When people believed everything they read on the internet.

This was an age when only men were allowed to write. And in Cape Town one writer was more man than the rest. His name was Sean Lloyd.

He was like a God walking amongst mere mortals. He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr. And suits so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo.

In other words, Sean Lloyd was the balls.

Sean Lloyd

Editor

You would never think that driving could actually help the planet out a little bit. But it seems to a certain degree your driving habits can help reduce the pollution your car throws out into the atmosphere. There are the obvious tricks of not revving your car at traffic lights and not racing from traffic light to traffic light. Now there is a new trick, so says Sean Lloyd, editor of SLXS, a Cape Town based web magazine.

Sean goes on to explain ” So I was chilling the other day in the VR3 on my way through the suburb of Claremont. I was driving behind this Mercedes SLK and I was about to go through a set of traffic lights when they the lights went orange. I thought there was plenty of time still to get through and so did not even consider touching the brakes. The Mercedes in front of me however decided to stick to the rules, by the book, and stopped in a rather dramatic fashion. I was then forced to cut into the left hand lane in order to get a clear passage through the traffic lights. I went through safely, and the Mercedes sat idling at the robots”

Sean now pauses, in a moment of great reflection, realising that what he is about to say might help save the planet in a small way.

“So I began to think. It hurt a little at first but I broke through the pain barrier. If at every single traffic light, when it went orange, two cars snuck through, this would mean that they would not waste petrol sitting at that traffic light idling. If this happened at every traffic light in the world, millions of litres of petrol would be saved. So we should all drive with a little more edge and flair. It’s the least we can do for this beautiful planet of ours.”

Sean now takes a moment again to reflect, on a life of excess.

“We really can do better for our planet. We just need a little common sense”

And this is so true. We don’t have to drive by the rules all the time. It’s not even breaking the rules. It’s twisting them ever so lightly.

Let’s save the planet. Let’s not be boring, slow, painful drivers.

As Sean says “There is nothing more frustrating than when someone stops on a dime at the slightest flicker of orange on the traffic lights. It’s so annoying having to wait for another light change, when you could have just gone right through it without any hassle”

Wise words.

Wise words indeed.

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

The week flew by. And so did we.

Looking to next week I have some photos of Green Point Stadium that are exclusive to SLXS. The week was filled with activity and we had a great time.

I hope you enjoyed it and that you have a relaxing but excessive weekend and I will see you on the other side of it.

You stay classy Cape Town

I’m Sean Lloyd?

Editor

You might recall that | article | I wrote on the SLXS rules of Facebook. Here is another one and I can’t believe I forgot it earlier.

Dnt tlk 2 me n idiot. Gud?(Facebook translation to “Don’t talk to me in idiot. Good?)

Look, I know you type like this when sending sms’s so that you can save space and therefore money. But since when would you send someone an e-mail like this? It is easy to type on a computer and there is no reason to write like a juvenile delinquent or a donkey. Do you know how long it takes me to decipher your Star Wars code? It literally takes an eternity. It’s like trying to crack The Da Vinci code every single day of my life.

“Im gud fanx, lets hit da club tomz”(I’m good thanks, lets hit the club tomorrow) ARE YOU JOKING? Did your mother teach you to use this language? Because it is horrendous.

Call me a stickler, because I am a writer, but I hate it when people use idiot talk. I believe things like Facebook and sms’s are breeding a whole new generation of idiots. I know people who actually cannot spell anymore. A lot of people. It’s like evolution. Only evolution makes things better usually.

People will even send out event invites with this spelling. Do you realise how stupid this makes you sound? I also love it when people create groups and in the group description there are a whole host of spelling errors and so called “Sms speak”

I probably wrote better when I was an infant. A little infant child. A little tyke. A little boy riding a tricycle with a little blonde flick of hair perched atop my head. A little boy running in the sunlight playing with butterflies and singing nursery rhymes in my famous “Barry White” tone of voice.

A little boy who one day wanted to write and build the Great Wall of China out of brawn. A man who wanted to invent the wheel and melt steel with his bare hands.

A man who now edits this page

NOTE: I lost it towards the end there. It’s the excitement of the weekend.

Sean Lloyd

Editor

That is competing for the most pathetically lame headline ever. I’m not even afraid to admit it.

D500 vs Rizr V3- D500 wins by efficiency 

I have been testing the new Motorola Rizr for just over a week now and cannot tell you what a nightmare the phone is. It is a beautiful looking phone, very young and trendy. That’s where it stops. I have been looking at getting a Motorola for a while now as they have a very fashionable edge to them. Even the names are cool in my opinion. A while back I saw photos of Paris Hilton with the pink Motorola V3. I should have known right then that they are a bad choice.

Let’s start with the dismal battery life. The last charge has lasted two days, which included 15 minutes of calls during those two days. Horrendous. The charges before that lasted about the same. Let’s not focus on this yet because I am taking the battery to be checked. I cannot convince myself that they knowingly made a battery with such poor performance.

The predictive text is so shockingly slow that I want to cry. I type too fast for the predictive text and then it completely loses the plot and starts throwing out words that make no sense. Add to this the small point of ending off a sentence. If you use a full stop(With predictive text), then start typing a new sentence straight away without leaving a space after the full stop, it loses the plot again. Because you have not left a space after the full stop, for some bizarre reason it connects that full stop with the word you are typing, creating a language of it’s own.Let me try explain.

If the last word of a sentence is “can” with a full stop at the end. Like this

“Because I can.“Straight after that full stop I try typing the word “See”

This is what the Motorola gives me:

Because I can’Pde

Is this some sort of joke Motorola? Are you trying to flip me over the edge? Because it’s working. So after full stops you need to leave a space. Why? This is bizarre.

Also, I sometimes find myself typing a message and then something happens and I need to close my phone quickly. On my Samsung D500(Best phone ever!) it would save my message immediately. My Motorola just deletes it. Great.

Typing messages on the Rizr is just something you don’t want to do. It’s more of a hassle than anything else. If I am replying to a message, I type the message and make a mistake in the typing. Now the “Send” button is right above the delete button, so quite regularly I try hit the delete button and instead hit the send button. People think I am smoking crack. Charlie V sms’d me the other day asking something and I replied “79″ He asked if my life was in a downward spiral. No not yet, but if I have to keep this phone any longer I will go into a deep state of depression.

My Samsung D500 was like a gift from the cellphone GODS! The keys had more of a stiff feel, where when you press them they would positively click in. The Rizr’s keypad is too soft and squishy, and so when typing quickly you will not press quite hard enough and miss a letter. The predictive text goes mad and absolutely loses it. After typing a few messages in a row, you feel your fingers stiffening up like you have been riding a mountain bike all day. Trust me, I know the feeling.

I’m not even going to go more into this review. Maybe I wil ltalk about this phone more in the future. I probably won’t. I don’t want to talk about the other so called “features” This phone is not a feature. I finding my mood deteriorating fast. What a poor phone. I suppose when someone as stupid as Paris Hilton uses a Motorola, you should run for the hills. I’m not even sure if she uses it anymore!

When you are advertising a phone to attract a young and trendy crowd(Cough cough), then you should design one with an easy to use keypad as the majority of young people send lot’s of sms’s. It’s not rocket science Motorola!
Samsung please save me…

This nightmare needs to end.

NOTE: I will do a review on this phone again at a later stage. Please do not take the poor battery life as a standard feature on all these phones. I am having it checked out soon, but I had to throw this review out there as I promised you I would. If nothing is found to be defective with the battery then I’m going to go on a cruise liner and drop the phone in the Atlantic.

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

The VR3 will NOT accept regular fuel. JET-A-1 is an acquired taste.

Just a little note to tell you what is currently happening. I took this photo today of the VR3’s preferred choice of fuel.

But wait…

Where would I get a photo like this?

At the airport perhaps? What does this mean? It can only mean one thing!

Cape Town International were graced with our presence today.

Personally, I would keep an eye out on this site over the next week as the story evolves right before your eyes.

For today we were Top Gun. Iceman. Maverick. Wingman.

Alpha Bravo Charlie V check it

Sean Lloyd

Editor

Coming up this week I still have some stuff to thrill you with. You might recall that I mentioned I would do a phone review on the Motorola Rizr. It’s still coming but it hurts to write it. Then yesterday myself and Charlie V popped(Yes I just did that) on down to the workshop to cast a base out of aluminium for a corner lamp. The workshop is so much fun! I spent a good couple of hours playing with tools including the worlds slowest drill. And some 200ml Windhoek beer cans. And don’t even get me started on the Lego! And the MIG welder! I had such a great time. And so will you when you see the photos of the great time the SLXS crew had.

The week is FLYING by and I find myself with not enough time to do everything. But I’m still here and I’m just letting you know that. Before you start e-mailing me asking if I am still OK. Don’t worry I’m just letting you know that I’m fine. Actually I’m great. Hope the week is treating all of you well.

Oh and if you are in Cape Town today you might be interested to know that Namibia are playing South Africa at Newlands, and you get to see Os du Randt and Percival Montgomery playing in their last games for South Africa at Newlands. So it’s the last time we will see them playing for South Africa in Cape Town! Have a good one guys, I won’t be there unfortunately. Apparently Jerry D is going(He is the Pilot of The Bomber)

I, on the other hand(The right one), have more pressing engagements which need attending to.

Enjoy the Cape Town weather, it’s beautiful.

I will write soon.

Sean Lloyd

Editor

I received an e-mail from a reader, Rashiq F, concerning the 8 games that I said Cape Town were to host. Rashiq corrects me, saying we are hosting 9. Currently, my information still says we are hosting 8, which comes from this |source|.

Either way, I think it’s cool that Cape Town are hosting parts of the World Cup!

Rashiq also directs us to the City of Cape Town website, where you can click on the 2010 link in the left hand bar to get some photos of the stadium.

SLXS will keep on top of this whole situation!

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I literally do not know where to start on this article. The enormity of Friday night(10th August 2007) has eclipsed anything that is normally possible. But being a website of excess we need to push the limits at all times. Here is an account of what we went through before, during and after the Cosmopolitan Lingerie after party:

It was early on Friday afternoon and I was still trying to figure out the plans for the Friday night, and nothing seemed to be coming up that was too exciting. That is until I got a call from Mike Pearson, telling me that a spare ticket had fallen into his hand for the Cosmopolitan Lingerie after party. Not only was it a ticket, but it was a VIP ticket. I naturally would settle for nothing less being the home of excess!I always feel a twinge of excitement when the word “Lingerie” is mentioned. Immediately I had thoughts of lingerie models strolling through the club the entire night, providing us with something nice to look at. And take home.

Let me take a break now to gather this article. So much to tell. It would seem that this party would nearly consume all of my talent.

The evening started off lightly with a trip to the Bree Street apartment in town. The name of the apartments is The Edge, a very smart set of apartments which are literally 200 metres away from Roosevelt which makes it quite handy as it is a simple walk to Roosevelt. A simple walk which still resulted in me getting a slight facial injury and an injury to the shoulder. I arrived at the apartment to be met by Mike and Ryan who were already well into the Bushmills whiskey. I added to this by bringing a bottle of Smirnoff vodka and a creme soda mix which was met by great applause at the apartment. Ryan was already into great speed when I arrived and he had a smile like the Cheshire cat. Or the Bushmills cat at least. The vibe was good and I was feeling it. I had had a horror of a day and spending the evening in good company was just what I needed. These guys are the two who attended the Loeries, and so they come with a sort of party pedigree. They are seasoned in the bars around Cape Town as would be evident when we went to The Extreme Hotel.

The immaturity started at the apartment. Hilarity ensued at the time.

We literally had so many VIP tickets to this after party that it was disgusting. I wanted to make them into paper jet’s and fly them off the Extreme Hotel, just to make things really extreme over there! The apartment is actually situated in the best possible position. Standing on the balcony with a drink you can see The Extreme Hotel which is half a block away. If you look to the right off the balcony you will, in the distance, see Roosevelt. What a spectacular piece of real estate we were residing in! After countless lame jokes we got a call to go to The Extreme Hotel to make a delivery of some VIP tickets.

I looked like hell but I had VIP tickets and that’s all that matters

At this time Ryan was wearing a whole lot around his neck. Or was that later in the evening? My mind is battling to distinguish the different sections of the evening.

The Extreme Hotel really do push things, which is exactly the way I like it! Living life to extreme excess is just what you should strive for. This is what we are here for, to nudge you in the direction of greatness. Crossing over the street, and leaving our drinks behind, I was greeted by an ENORMOUS climbing wall on the side of the extreme hotel. It is the biggest thing I have seen in my short years on this thing called Earth. I am keen to give it a climb some day, but I’m not really that strong that I see myself actually getting past the fifth foothold. It’s quite interesting having a climbing wall on the side of a hotel, in town. I imagine myself one day doing thousands of gun curls, and sculpting a set of guns that would put Ron Burgundy to shame. I would then climb this wall, and hang off one of the holds like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible. Chicks dig it.

Chicks dig the Ethan Hunt hanging from one hand trick

So we strolled to the front of the Extreme Hotel and were met by an extreme car. Just chilling outside was a Bentley. Little did the Bentley know that the VR3 was waiting not a block away. Had the Bentley known that the VR3 was so close by, I don’t think it would have dared park in that parking spot. The VR3 commands respect, and clearly the Bentley was playing with fire here.

I never really took in the entire experience of the Extreme Hotel, as we were on a bit of a tight schedule and were just going in to make a delivery of some Very Important Person tickets. I immediately thought “Classy” when I walked in. It’s got a very clean, sporty edge to it. There are small tables with TV’s on the walls, where you can chill out, have a drink and watch some extreme sport on TV. On Friday night they were showing MotoX. I sidled over to the bar and ordered a Heineken while the others all went for a Jack and lime. I was just chilling at the bar putting out the vibe when out of the cold, in walked the upper class set. Older ladies in fur(No idea if it is fake or not) trim coats, all the accessories, botox and the husbands squiring them about town. And there I was drinking a beer. Does it worry me? No.

It was quite remarkable seeing Mike and Ryan in their natural habitat, so at ease with the bar, so in tune with the drinks menu, so at peace with who they are. One of the barman walked up to them and suddenly there was a loud roar, as they erupted into laughter at seeing the barman again. It seems that Mike and Ryan are Extreme regulars, and had in fact been at the hotel earlier in the day. For work obviously. You know…conceptualising, brain storming, chucking ideas around and playing with various concepts. The Extreme Hotel has an atmosphere that is conducive to creative thinking. At the entrance there is a chair suspended in mid air from the ceiling that you just want to sit in. I actually have no idea if it is for display, or to actually be used. I was not about to try it as I was in no form to be sitting on something that could very easily throw me off balance.

I was told to take a visit to the bathrooms as they were spectacular. I did not believe this, thinking that there can be nothing great about toilets. But then I saw Mike going in and thought I would go at the same time. You know…like chicks do.

Why do girls always go to the bathroom together? A certain girl I know, no names, always says that her friends ask her to go to the bathroom when they go and she is not really a fan of this. She is of the thought train that says “Why would I want to go to the bathroom with you?” And exactly, that is out of a girls mouth. WHY girls? Why? I suppose we will never fully understand. Read Cosmopolitan and try get inside their heads.

So I cruise into the bathrooms and there were various words on the doors of the bathrooms. I entered the one labelled “Temptation”

The Temptation to do naughty things to her was strong that night

Well shoot me down! It was clean, modern, and on the wall was a massive picture(Actually it was like wallpaper) of two models, naked. A guy and a girl. I worried that with this naked girl I might get my zipper stuck, you know, like in There’s Something About Mary. I need to go back to all of the bathrooms as the Temptation one was awesome. I strolled out, with a huge smile on my face. It must have looked odd, seeing as I was gone a while, taking photos in the bathroom and all. When someone walks out of the bathroom after a full 7 minutes or so with a smile on their face, you worry. It’s better than walking out after 45 seconds though with a smile on your face…I’m losing the plot here.

The handover of tickets was made to Travis while I was gone, and we were once again out. The walk to Roosevelt was made treacherous when I decided Mike needed to carry me to Roosevelt. I don’t know why we decided to do this, but we did. I took a running start and then jumped. I jumped way too high and went straight over Mike, with his general head and neck area taking my legs out. I fell straight onto the tar, with my shoulder breaking the fall, and my face hitting the tar in dramatic fashion. I just remember hearing a loud sound inside my head as my last two brain cells smashed together, leaving me now with one. I just heard a roar of laughter as the SLXS Entourage realised that we were the biggest fools in Cape Town.

This champion had managed to park the Jeep on the pole outside Roosevelt

We eventually got there, after checking myself for a broken face and/or collarbone. Being a cyclist, I know how easy collarbones break. But mine survived, as the vodka left me supple. At this point I must stress that I, as the Captain of this ship we call “SLXS”, am a responsible man. I just don’t know what happened that night. We all don’t know what happened.

I walked up to the bouncers, flashed my VIP card hanging around my neck, and was directed upstairs to the VIP section. We let all the other souls mingle around downstairs in the regular section. I don’t really know what type of atmosphere Roosevelt is going for. Walking in, it does not strike me as extremely smart, but this is what it is made out to be when you hear about it. It sounds like it is the place to be and attracts a crowd that is probably in their thirties and maybe a bit older who are successful and who want to be seen. I don’t quite understand this.

The VIP section is nothing special, other than the fact that it is completely seperate from the regular section. But there is nothing upstairs that makes me feel special, no special touches up there that make it different. It is fairly bland to be honest. The crowd also seem to be too afraid to dance. It is not a place where people dance much. Maybe people don’t go there to dance, I’m not too sure. And it’s not that people in this age group don’t dance. Oblivion in Claremont(Or is it Kenilworth?) is a place where people go to party like mad and dancing on tables is fairly common and the crowd are near their thirties and older. Oblivion has an awesome crowd of people who go out to have fun.

Roosevelt finds itself caught here. It is presented as smart, but is not extremely smart. The crowd are successful, but don’t like to party heavily. These observations are only from being there two nights, but this is all it takes to get a bad vibe from the place. Then some of the crowd downstairs were also not too fitting of a place of this stature. One guy at the outside bar was threatening, in a loud tone, to “F&%* you up!” He then pointed at someone and started calling this guy various names that I should not mention. This went on for a while until this guys friends seemed to calm him down. The bouncers should have had him out of there before that. What is even worse, is he was talking like this in front of some of his girlfriends. I know this because I looked at one of them at the bar, and she was seemingly annoyed, telling him to chill out. That is the real way to act around ladies buddy. Well done. If you can’t act respectable around women when you are drinking, maybe you should not drink. And maybe some anger management would help. Or do you think that girls like this “Macho” image? Well I’m not sure they do…

So that was my experience of the downstairs crowd.

Eventually we got tired of the party as it was boring. No models in lingerie, not even a hint that it was a lingerie after party. Nothing was different from my previous visit. We then went back to the apartment, and sometime during this time, we were introduced to “Darkness”

He was the funniest guy I have ever met. I actually don’t think I officially met him. I just remember walking out onto the balcony and he was there! He then started talking about his Casio calculator watch and I can’t remember what he said, but about two minutes later we were all laughing like crazy! I remember being close to tears. I never got the real name of Darkness, but we started calling him this after we were talking about Dave Chapelle. Aaaaaah Darkness! Watch some Dave Chapelle videos and you will learn.

We eventually went back to Roosevelt to see if the party had picked up. We danced a bit, and this is where Darkness and Ryan left us.I have no idea when exactly they left, but I rememebr trying to call one of them, but they were gone. Ryan later sent a message to Mike that made absolutely no sense. Some of the words were actually not even words. We never figured out what he was trying to say. I took it as a sign that he was home safe.

Mike and myself took a walk back to the apartment, and for probably the fifth time that night, I tried to push the door open…the wrong way. We went upstairs and as soon as I got in, and lay on the sleeper couch, I felt hungry. The word “Barcellos” was mentioned and we were both out the door again. Mike turned around to lock the door, and by the time he had done this, I was on the floor:

It was past The Editors strict 9pm bedtime

I picked myself up, and we made for the elevator. We were having a nice chat in the elevator when I realised the conversation had gone on too long, considering we were only going down one floor. I said to Mike:

“Did you press the button?”

We looked at each other, realising we were idiots. We reached the ground floor, I flew out the lift, pushed the door the wrong way again, the security guard reminded me to push the other way and we were out. We walked to Barcellos which took a fair amount of time. Barcellos is a place that is open 24 hours a day, and finds itself situated at the Engen petrol station in Gardens, where you will also find the 24 hour Woolworths. Like Heaven.

On the way there we stopped off at the Mount Nelson to get a photo of Mike in front of the world famous hotel. Mike is quite an imposing figure in front of this hotel. As you can see.

The incredible Big Mike Pearson(BMP) Showing The Mount Nelson who is boss

I ordered the burger special. Two chicken burgers for R18,95.

Just before my food arrived I got the most incredible heartburn and went to the shop and bought a 24 pack of Rennies. I arrived back to see Mike chatting to some guy called Harry, and another guy who told us he was the Executive Chef at Riboville! Awesome. A top chef eating fast food at 3am. We all sat at the table eating Rennies like they were Skittles. Mike seriously had about 12, as when I left I only had a six pack left. I left three with the chef.

We got back home, turned the TV on and I fell asleep…To be woken up at about 7am(After getting to bed at 4:30am) by Mike. He had to go to work. And so the dream had ended. We had excessed it for the night, and now Miike had to go work. Ha!

I got into my car, and drove home, leaving the destruction of the previous night in my wake. The sun was shining a bit, my eyes were hurting and I was happy that we had made a boring party good.

I think to look over the party, I was not impressed. I’m not sold on Roosevelt, the Cosmopolitan party had nothing special about it and nothing was out of the ordinary. But a good crowd at a bad place can be a good time. And so between myself and the crew, including “Darkness” we had an awesome time.

And we will once again party with them.

Sean Lloyd

Editor

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Facebook seems to be the constant thing that I hear every single day of my life.

“Did you not get the invite?” Someone will say to me, after I have missed a party.

“No, you never called me” I say.

“I sent it to you on Facebook idiot!”

Listen, when you send me an invite at 6:15pm on a Friday night, inviting me to come out in two hours, there is a good chance I WILL NOT get that invite! I don’t have a telepathic connection to Facebook, and I cannot log in using my brain and the earth’s electromagnetic field. I can’t log my head into Facebook and check if you have left me a message. I also don’t sell myself to Facebook, by being connected to it all day.

I lead an ordinary life.

Do I know you?

Have you ever been sitting in a bar, or a restaurant, when someone walks up to you and asks “Hello there nice person! Can I be your friend?” This has never happened to me but if it did a couple things would come to my mind. This person is one of the following, or all of the following:

Freak

Serial killer

Midnight murderer

Stalker

Freak

Drug addict wanting money or drugs

Hippie

No, in fact I don’t want to be your friend you idiot! Why would I do that? Why should I be friends with you? It’s taken me all this time on earth just to meet my current friends, people who I trust. I have a select group of people who I talk to every day. They are friends. There are people who I talk to less often, and they are also my friends. These are all the people I trust. But people I don’t know, do not count as friends. So if you are the type of person that would say “Are you on drugs?” if a person randomly walked up to you asking to be your friend, then you will know the Facebook dilemma.

I cannot count how many times I have been asked to be friends with people who I don’t even know, and live in countries I have never even visited. Get a life! Personally I have checked some of these profiles out, and they have no details, no photos, but lot’s of keyboard happy people on their friends list. People who just like to add people as friends even thought they don’t know them. Who cares if you have 400 friends on your list? I don’t.

Did you ever stop to think that these people are created by companies, so that they can access your information on your profile? Once you add someone as a friend, they can gain access to your information. Information is power, and here people are giving away their personal details to people they don’t know, people who do not even exist. My profile is set to personal, so only my friends can see my information. I don’t just throw my information out there. I’m not stupid. So don’t be a fool, set your profile to only allow friends to see your information. And don’t add friends you don’t know. Also click on the privacy settings and take some time to go through the lists, and you will see that you can make your Facebook profile as private as you like. Call me neurotic if you will, but I don’t want my whole life visible to anyone who cares to know about it.

I don’t want a drink

With the multitude of applications now available, we are getting into the territory of “Get a life outside of Facebook” I don’t want to add Roshambull (Roshambullshit!), drinks, emotions, the magic eight ball, a top friends list, zombies, a fortune cookie or even a hot or not wall where you can rate my looks or any of that stuff.

I also don’t want to add a “Superpoke” wall where you can slap, kick, tickle, punch or just plain bore me. I really don’t want any of this.

If you want to send me a drink, send me a real one because that is exactly what I need after reading through all the rubbish on Facebook! Actually send me some morphine rather, drinks are not good enough. You know you have too many applications on your profile when it takes an eternity to load your profile page. Facebook is great to contact people, and it has got me in contact with people who I have not seen in years, which is what makes Facebook such a great tool. Let’s not totally abuse it!

Groups

Groups are alright, and I have a couple, but they are of things I really like, like Rick James and my High School groups and that sort of thing. But I don’t want to join every group about everything. If anything happens on the planet, someone will create a group for it. Just because you join a group called “Stop Global Warming” does not mean that it is actually going to stop. Inevitably, by using your computer so much doing arbitrary things, you are using more electricity, much of it created by burning coal. So there goes your group, up in smoke. And do you really think world leaders care that this group exists? Most world leaders are more interested in keeping the economy running rather than worrying about the earth collapsing. Sad, but true.

Don’t abuse your status

When I go look at your profile status, don’t use it to vent your emotions. People forget the power of the internet and the power of the written word. Being a writer, I know the power of words. And with great power, you need great control. My profile status is always the biggest joke on Facebook. It is just random stuff such as “Sean is not made in China” and “Sean is not dating Gisele Bundchen anymore” and other irrelevant, senseless stuff. When you have gotten drunk, had a fight with your girlfriend, and then posted on your profile status at 3am, the words “Amos is hating his girlfriends who is such a…”, this is not very mature, and it seems to be young people who do this. When I go onto my older friends profiles, they have none of this. When you use Facebook as a platform to vent your emotions about people, you need to realise it is time to maybe get in touch with the real world. If you have something to say about someone, say it directly to them.

By abusing your profile status, you can cause a lot of unnecessary hurt. Most of the time, people take out their rage on Facebook, posting these profile messages without really thinking about them.

So don’t be fools, follow the SLXS rules.

And that is it for now. Those are the SLXS rules to making Facebook an effective tool for communication in your life.

And please…don’t Facebook my mom.

Please don’t Facebook my mom. Thanks.

Sean Lloyd

Editor

It’s quite well known that there is a World Cup of the soccer type happening in South Africa in 2010. It is also well known that Cape Town(Yeah that’s us!) is hosting 8 matches for the FIFA 2010 World Cup. One of these will also be a semi-final. Awesome.

So I decided last week to take a little stroll around Cape Town, as I do, to take some photos. The VR3 was given a little warm up revving and the CD player was set to Metallica’s “Enter Sandman”

Say your prayers, little one

Don’t forget, my son

To include everyone

What great lyrics! And it says that I must include everyone and that is why I took my camera, so I could include all of you! I am including you by showing you what I saw that day. My first stop off was just outside the Green Point Stadium where I was entertained for a while by some learner drivers. All the driving schools take the young kids for their parking lessons here. With amusing results! I am such a mean person, because I still get a laugh out of seeing learner drivers hitting every pole while parallel parking, and then panicking and letting the clutch out, and then the car jerks forward and stalls!And to think I did my driving licence at the traffic department in Green Point…ahhhh bad memories!

It never ceases to amaze me, and amuse me, these learner drivers. So after watching these guys for a while, I decided that I was looking like a stalker and decided to get back to work. I took a little walk around and ended up at the site office as I was keen to enter the stadium. You are not allowed to though. I should have brought my hard hat and just strolled in like I was an architect or something.

This normally works on most construction sites and it’s quite funny when no one stops you to ask who you are. If they ask you just start shouting, telling them that things are wrong and you ask them why they are not working. Keep this in mind…you know…if walking around on construction sites entertains you. I just thought I would mention that.

Once I had got a photo, I went up to The Rental house in Green Point where I was met by Jason. I let him know that I was looking for a vantage point for a photo. The photo was taken and we ended up watching a Red Hot Chill Peppers DVD which was awesome. That and a cooldrink, and then I thought I was done for the day. Then someone mentioned that a good spot for a photo would be up on Signal Hill. Yes, why had I not thought of that?!

So the VR3 was once again started, and I literally shot up the hill. Well shot…at about 40km/hr, after which I could actually not choose a lower gear. I parked in the parking lot(As you do) and took a lovely walk(Wow) over to a better spot. On the way I seemed to pass some kids hot boxing a car which I thought was very odd. Damn stoners.

I perched myself very nicely and just took everything in. Looking over Cape Town from Signal Hill is quite relaxing, and I could see myself falling asleep right there. I mean, there is a real possibility that those damn stoners had polluted the air so much that I was mildly high.

From what we counted, there were 13 cranes currently working on the stadium and so I suppose with that amount of work going on, they will be done on time. After all, Sepp Blatter has said everything is fine. Fantastic! So in a few years, I will be kicking back while a World Cup goes on in this city.

So here I present you with the photos of the stadium:

I watched learner drivers trying to alley dock into these for a while- And I laughed. Hysterically.

The Green Point Stadium Project- Spectacular

Not a bad place for a stadium! Look at that view behind the stadium(Well the hole) and you will know why Cape Town is the place to be

The Stadiums beginnings- A massive ditch that shall one day host The Soccer World cup

The view from Jason’s rental- Cranes dominating the skyline

Sean Lloyd

Editor