When I first received my copy of The 4-Hour Workweek, I thought it was absolutely ridiculous that someone could publish a book like that.

Working 4 hours a week, and making people think that they can work 4 hours a week is utterly moronic.

Let’s be honest…who the hell wants to work that much? If they could cut this in half to 2 hours of work a week, I think we would have something useful.

Anyway, today being a fabulously sunny day in Cape Town, I decided that it was necessary to have a light read over the book.

Please enjoy the Cape Town weather today. It’s what we call “winter” in this city. Laughable

It basically just says that you should outsource most of your work, and free up your time to concentrate on other things. Also something about not checking your e-mail frantically all day, but checking it once or maybe twice a day.

There is a whole lot of other stuff that you may or may not find useful. Personally I don’t really have time to read it all because I am a deeply lazy person. I don’t think the book will necessarily change your life, I think all you need is a bit of entrepreneurial spirit in life and a good dose of common sense.

I have also always believed in doing what you really want to do. Some people are happy pushing paper in an office, doing the usual 9-5 vibe and saving up their money for a rainy day. I honestly believe that being passionate about something will get you way further in life than doing something just for the money. If you are passionate about something, you are more likely to think of groundbreaking ideas in that industry, and groundbreaking ideas are unique, which makes you sought after. And that’s where the money is, in creating new paths. In creating paths that were previously not there. Making connections and networking are invaluable.

I don’t really need a book to tell me what to do, I just do my own vibe in life and it all works out. It’s why I refuse to work in an office, why you will see me on the beach during the week, why I party so much…all the keys to success are hidden on these pages. I basically do whatever I feel like doing everyday, and do the work I want to do.

I might be drinking. And shooting stuff. It’s a lifestyle choice. You can choose the office. Or you can choose to live a lifestyle where everyday is Friday.

I’m sure as hell not going into the office!

Sean Lloyd

Editor

I received this the other day from my party liaison and insurance guy, Rory. Normally we would go for girls on this site, but this is too hilarious not to put up.

I mean honestly, how RIDICULOUS are we at the moment? I know!

Please enjoy the tight pant. So thanks Roman! It’s good to see our sense of humour even in the cycling fraternity. I think we are going a bit crazy at the moment here at SLXS, it’s all so exciting though!

So many things happening. So many girls. So much booze. Such decent humour. I honestly never expected life to turn out like this…

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I must just thank all the naughty Cape Town girls for their entries to win the bottle of Veuve. Even though there can only be one winner, in the end you are all winners! Because I have your details and I’m sure I will give you a house call sometime.

I’m joking, I don’t sleep with my readers! Ha ha…hee hee…cough cough…crazy weather hey?

Anyway, Bridget J from Bishopscourt (Very mooi) sent us a nice picture of her twins. Oh and to ease your mind…she is over 18. Promise……………….NOT! No jokes, she is. I couldn’t show the picture of this one girl who wrote on her front bum as it’s a bit HECTIC as you can imagine! No it’s cool, Jess from Hout Bay, I would never give your details out on my website!

Our winner: Bridget: Motor boatable!

But I do have the photo stored on my hard drive. Ok…I might need to leave the country now.

On a more serious note, thanks to everyone who took the time to send in their pictures, I’m happy that you care so much. No really…I am. It’s cool that someone cares.

You know…after my parents left me in a dumpster and no girls would talk to me. My only company at night was my thumb, which I still suck to calm my nerves and loneliness at night.

So thanks Bridget my angel, it was good seeing you the other day! And an even bigger thanks for giving us the bra that you used in the competition. If you want you can use the prize to seduce me…then I’ll seduce you…then we’ll play doctor/nurse.

Right, I might be pushing the editor/reader relationship a little bit far there!

I must also state here that I would never sleep with someone just so they can win a prize. Nor do I have a girlfriend. Obviously I’m single because I’m the raddest dude alive, and girls are way too nervous to speak to me! I guess speaking to an international symbol of sex and alcohol can be daunting.

Right…I need to stop talking now. It’s just that this villa and the wine is SO good!

Love and kisses to you all, without you I would be NOTHING!

NOTHING!

My life would be RUBBLE!

xx

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I have been SO quiet lately. Some of you feared for my health, as you said I was not partying that much anymore. I feared for my health as well!

My doctor took me off my Milk Thistle tablets, as he said I had made a marked turnaround in the battering of this vital organ. He was confident I would now reach the ripe old age of 26.

Just to prove him wrong, I left his office, gave him the bird and stepped up the abuse on my body. And so that’s why I have been so quiet.

That…coupled with the fact that there was some crazy chick who tied me to the bed, absolutely hammered. She passed out and left me there.

No that’s all lies…maybe…

What I really meant to tell you was for the past few weeks I have been working on the copy for http://capetown.villas.co.za

I have the best job in the world (Well other than brewing beer) I basically went to some of Cape Towns sickest houses, checked out the vibe, then wrote the copy for them. I also helped out with the section on the right hand side of the villas page entitled “Cape Town lifestyle”

Obviously I refused to work in an office, and this job allowed me to indulge in my wildest fantasies, and it counted as “work”

Little did they know I was with my laptop in Columbia, snorting coke off a dead hooker! Ha ha…and they thought I was at my “desk”, “writing”!

Ha ha ha! I fooled them! I then took the money I earned and pimped it out in a villa, and that’s where I am now. No I’m joking…I’m not paying to stay in this place. It’s an occupational benefit! Woooo hoooo ha ha ha!

If you want to know what the sickest villa I visited looks like cast your eye below:

Villa Lara, Llandudno, Cape Town: Chilled!

Then click HERE to see Villa Lara. I was in it. But more importantly, I wanted Villa Lara in me. Only then would I be content…

Funny enough I just looked Villa Lara up in the dictionary.

And it is there! Let’s see what it means:

“Villa Lara is an ancient Egyptian word, translated from hieroglyphics to English and meaning ‘you will get sex tonight’ ”

And I think we can all nod in agreement…that’s a good thang!

Anyway…more to come on the villa I’m currently occupying. It’s actually such a sick place I want to vomit.

Click HERE to see the work I did for http://capetown.villas.co.za

Obviously it’s impossible to do this by yourself and I’d like to thank the extended team, including Suzaan and Christine for guiding me, and everyone else involved.

BOOM!

Owning Cape Town!

Sean Lloyd

Editor

Sorry if you read the previous post (Now deleted) I published it by accident without giving links or pictures, but I will have it up later.

Geniet u dag!

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I was browsing over Cape Town’s online portal, Cape Town Alive and found that they had featured our article on the property rental prices soaring over the 2010 World Cup, which is quite cool.

Cape Town Alive is an online directory of nightclubs, events, blogs and more, all focusing on our town, Cape Town!

Did I mention Cape Town in this article? Ok this is getting ridiculous!

Check out our post over HERE and check out Cape Town Alive over HERE.

I must show you my other Cape Town villa work sometime, it’s madness! I do it for the love of the city though. I should run for mayor!

Or for official face of Cape Town parties (Let’s leave the word “drinking” out here. I fear some of you may think I have a problem)

I’m fine, jusht a little offisher, tipsy.

Sean Lloyd

Editor

I have been trying to find Entourage Season 4 in the shops in Cape Town for quite some time but it’s basically like trying to shag Megan Fox. For me, it’s just not going to happen.

So I went on over to kalahari.net and they have it to pre-order! I have up until the end of season 3, and I can’t live without Entourage. I need the discs with me at all times! They live the whole lifestyle like we do, so it’s only appropriate that we own the Entourage discs. All of them.

Anyway, if you click ENTOURAGE SEASON 4, you will be able to pre-order it.

Entourage Season 4- Click HERE and own it

I’m not joking when I tell you that it is the most ludicrous show on the planet. My co-anchor at work has seen it, and she says it’s hilarious.Apparently Season 4 starts off a bit slow, but picks up and turns into a stellar bender. Good enough for me.

Sean Lloyd

Editor

I think I was in my Speedo yesterday playing nicely with the girls when I noticed the most gorgeous pair of boots my eyes have ever seen! One of the Entourage was wearing this pair of Ugg type boots. But they are not original Ugg boots, because they are not leather or anything.

They are some sort of cotton vibe, something I can’t really explain. They are incredibly sexy though and I was most impressed. So impressed that I thought you should be shown what they look like:

See how “Angel” is written on the back of them. Right, now let’s see some bum:

Okay…I might be in a bit of trouble for publishing that one! I’m probably going to get a proper spanking…

I actually can’t tell you where to get these boots, as I never asked. I lie, I do know but I just can’t remember the name of the shop. Because I was so consumed with consuming various quantities of liquor in the sun. It’s almost as if everyday is the weekend here!

Seriously though, we saw these boots at a store just outside Cavendish Square a few months ago. Such was the need to buy them that we asked where we could find the correct size. Good Lord above, the only place that had them was the branch in the Golden Acre in Cape Town. That place still has the old school parking system, where you get that massive ticket.

And you don’t pay a machine to park, you pay an actual person. It’s probably the worst shopping centre in Cape Town, and I’d advise that you don’t go there. Rather browse Gucci and Hugo Boss at the V&A Waterfront.

So that’s where we are at the moment. That’s what we need the girls to wear. I don’t really think I can do anymore right now to make Cape Town better. Honestly…I can’t. Lingerie and boots and we cannot possibly go wrong. Throw in some expensive liquor and suddenly you’re living like a superstar!

Obviously you need a fit body for all of this so please do remember that.

Prost!

Sean Lloyd

Editor

I received a message today from Tiger Tiger in Claremont (Which is in a place called Cape Town) saying that this Thursday night Roxy Louw and Tracy McGregor will be in attendance for a battle of the DJ’s event.

I don’t care about the battle of the DJ’s, I think it’s probably going to be a battle of the va-jay-jays (Thanks Greys)

Roxy Louw is the surfer, her father is Rob Louw and if you don’t know who he is you probably don’t have internet and so you won’t be reading this anyway. She is the face of Oakley as well.

Tracy McGregor is an absolute belter (Apparently her mom’s quite nice) and I have never met her, but I did see her once. It was in Canal Walk. In Edgars or something. I saw her, nearly swallowed my tongue, went bright red and ran away. It’s not my normal vibe when trying to impress girls but she is so ridiculously beautiful that my body had no other option but to send blood to my face.

The alternative would have been to send blood to my immense piece, but that would have resulted in me fainting and my body knew this would not be cool for the image I have been cultivating on SLXS.

I actually did see her another time at S-Bar in Wembley Square. She was on the opposite side of the bar to me. I ordered a drink, pissed my pants and then went home to cry.

She is so stunning I don’t think I could ever say a word to her. If we dated (Which I’m sure we will someday) I would have to speak to her via sms, letters and e-mail. There is no other way it could possibly work. Our sex life would consist of me looking at pictures of her in magazines.

I guess you wouldn’t really call this dating. More like stalking. I mean not that I have pictures of her on my ceiling, and I don’t send her too many stalker letters every month. I honestly didn’t send the one where I said I wanted to have her kids. And then cover her in cream. And then sell the kids.

The industrial size hand lotion next to my bed is just there because…um…I get really dry hands from typing so much.

What? It wasn’t me who sent those letters. It was some guy called Rico.

He took state a couple of years ago.

Anyway get to Tiger Tiger this Thursday in Cape Town. They have a buy one get one free special. It’s R30 entrance before 10pm and R40 thereafter. Doors open at 8pm. No under 18 girls (Shit, I will never come right then) and no under 20 guys.

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I decided to get out of the villa today, which is an odd turn of events. This place is so gigantic it’s more of a city than an actual villa. Anyway I made the trek to Cavendish Square and I was strolling past La Senza, bent over, pleat in my pants.

To coincide with the bra I discovered this morning, La Senza thought they would make my day and have a sale, with up to 70% off. I don’t know when it started, but it’s all rather exciting.

Hopefully this sale will convince those girls who wear granny panties to change to some sort of red, lacy g-string. I just think it’s stupid to wear underwear that looks like it was from the 1930′s. When bush was still in power. It gives off a bad vibe and you are never going to come right with that stuff.

And that has been proven on Mythbusters. Or not.

I would just prefer that Cape Town girls wear something sexy. In return, I will continue to sculpt my body into a temple for you girls to look at on Clifton in a few months.

And guys if your girlfriend is wearing granny panties, it’s time to change girlfriends. I’m serious. Move along…out the door…

But if you don’t want to go to such drastic measures you could buy her some underwear. You can even go with her and choose it together.

I remember the last time I was in La Senza, my mind (I’m careful here to not say head) nearly exploded. I was basically like a g-string clothes horse. It was wild, I love that underwear so much.

It’s better when you are wearing it though. I just bought a couple g-strings to walk around the house in. When I’m by myself.

Drunk.

And crying.

So that’s the DL everyone, get to La Senza in Cavendish Square and you will feel sexier right away.

I know I do…at my computer…in these suspenders…

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

We were so off the hook to bring Phuza Thursday forwards by about four days (Or is that three?)

Where did the wine go? It went SO quickly! You are too naughty.

I want to nibble on your ear. Wait…I did.

Or did I?

I’ll bring your bra back when we meet for lunch later. I don’t know why you chose green. Probably because the hue is similiar to my eyes. You notice little things like that. That’s quite cool. You’re so observant!

I hope you’re all enjoying the office, I’m going to go chillax in the jacuzzi and play Barry White. Then we can all chat later. I hope this isn’t too much information…but nothing is too much for all of you. We can probably play tennis later as well.

Sipping on a G&T.

Sean Lloyd

Editor

I was having a drink at The Race (The Terrace) in Stellenbosch on Saturday, or Friday, I can’t remember.

We got into this hectic discussion on cane and cream soda (We are intelligent, I promise) and I started to think deeper and deeper as more drinks were ordered. I remembered reading the ingredients on a bottle of cream soda and it contains something called “Brilliant Blue” Which is weird considering cream soda is green. I stated that this Brilliant Blue must SURELY cause cancer!

And mixing it with cane must be like drinking molten lava. So I get deeper inside my mind, brushing past memories of school, that time we did the crackling bomb…and then something happened. My mind kicked into gear.

CANe

CREam soda

Let’s take the first three letters there. Mix the CRE around and you have CER.

CAN

CER

Cane and cream soda is basically cancer!

I know…It’s like the nineteenth wonder of the world! It’s like a conspiracy theory, like that theory that Thabo Mbeki is Jacob Zuma’s younger son.

I should have studied medicine. But then I would have had to actually “study”

Which is not cool.

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I’ve recently seen a lot of posts on snapshots of offices on these “blog” things. Oh I thought I would throw in a snapshot of my office today.

Fairly chilled.

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I noticed two articles today in the Sunday Times. One saying:

“The billion-rand dud” perched right on the front page. It goes on to say that the first of the three submarines has spent most of the past six months out of the water due to serious defects. Awesome! South Africa has raging crime and unemployment, electricity problems, and we blow R1 billion (Or in my last article it was R2 billion) on a submarine that does not work, and that we don’t need. I wrote about this absolute spectacle over HERE a little while back.

I’m not even going to go into the article, because the government will then be stealing time from me. Time that should be spent with women and in the company of fine liquor!

There is also another article entitled “Robben Island on verge of collapse”

It says Robben Island faces a crisis “due to overspending, ticket sales chaos and alleged financial irregularities” It also mentions that ticket sales are on the brink of collapse.

The SLXS solution? Well I wrote a piece entitled “Robben Islebiza just off Cape Town” over HERE a while back.

The answers are all there, if only anyone would listen to me.

Sean Lloyd

Editor 

I know some of you think that it’s easy to lead a lifestyle of such excess, but let me tell you, it’s difficult! I regularly wake up extremely thirsty, even though during the previous night I have drunk copious amounts. This morning was no different, and because my body accepts nothing but the best I need to rehydrate it with the best.

So this morning cost me a couple hundred bucks, alright maybe in the thousands, but it’s necessary that I keep this body at it’s peak for your reading pleasure.

I decided that J.C Le Roux, Moet (Magnum, YES YES YES!), 5th Avenue Cold Duck and High Constantia were in order this morning. And how good it is to lead the true SLXS lifestyle. Stunning!

Look how relaxed I am. With the azure blue pool behind me, the elixir of life in front of me and Table Mountain as a backdrop, I couldn’t be happier. You could also do this (Cough cough…um…read the 4 hour work week)

Also please enjoy the weather. Look how warm it is (Touch your screen). Now think back to your mates working a low life bar job in London. Laugh at them. Because they are basically IDIOTS!

Mmmmm…cold weather and a bar job…

Or…a 4 hour work week and a Cape Town villa?

Decisions decisions…

I tell you what, Cape Town is having an absolute blinder today.

I’ll probably go play basketball with Shaq later. Watch me.

Sean Lloyd

Editor