Category Archives: Film & Music

Spud & John Cleese

I went to the Spud premiere on Saturday night. It was a completely last minute invitation that saw Gaby and I throw on playsuits and GHD our hair into submission in the space of 5 minutes. Later that night I met John Cleese.

The premiere event at MonteCasino was fantastic – a free tuckshop where you could load up on as many Milo bars and Jelly Tots as you wanted! Photo booths for happy snaps of you and your friends! Boarding school snacks and sandwiches! Oh, and John Cleese was there.

The movie was rollicking, boys-own fun and my favourite Python was genius, as usual. The kids were great too, especially Jamie Royal (Gecko).

Steady direction from Donovan Marsh (Dollars & White Pipes) and crisp cinematography by Lance Gewer (Tsotsi, Beat The Drum), combined with high production values, will make this a surefire local hit. It’s being released in South African cinemas 3 December 2010.

It will be interesting to see how Spud does in the States, where most of John van der Ruit’s books have been sold. I think it has the potential to do surprisingly well. The humour is accessible enough for international markets, with the high-jinx, naughty schoolboy experience being pretty universal too.

Obviously it all comes down to publicity, but I’m sure the legend of Mr. Cleese will help with that. (He was very English and polite, despite being obviously tired from numerous fans asking him why the fish was called Wanda.)

Overheard at Rocking the Daisies

The first Daisies was in September 2006 on a cold, windswept field outside Darling. There were less than 4000 people, but the music was fantastic and the sun came out on Sunday as Goldfish played.

The next year Daisies moved to the much prettier venue of Cloof Wine Estate. It was warmer and full of glorious mud that we stomped and danced in. And that’s what a rock festival should be about – getting a little dirty while listening to great music.

Let it rock

There are also snippets of conversation (frequently drunken conversation) that stick in the mind long after the hangover has worn off, which are usually heard through a tent at midnight, while sitting on a hay bale, or as one stumbles across a field . These are a few of my personal favourites.

2am, Friday night, RTD 2007

Guy: “Come on Kerry, come back to my tent.”

Girl: “Hee hee, I don’t think so.”

Guy: “Come on, you can’t leave me hard like this.”

Girl: “Hee hee.”

Guy: “Hey, what are these things?”

Girl: “Corn cob holders.”

Guy: “Cool. I really like them, your corn cob holders.”

11:45pm, Saturday night, RTD 2008

Two girls climb out of the drainage ditch they fell into:

Girl 1: “Ag nee, daar’s modder tussen my boude!”

Crazy daisy, give me a port-a-loo

5am, Sunday morning, RTD 2009

Guy 1: Hey! Who the hell are you?

Guy 2: What the fuck dude? I’m sleeping, leave me alone.

Guy 1: But this is my tent!

10am, Sunday morning, RTD 2010

Guy 1: Geez bru, I’m sore.

Guy 2: Sorry bru.

Girl: Hey guys, let’s go get some breakfast.

Guy 1: Wait, I need you to rub my bum.

Girl: Huh?

Guy 2: No seriously, he’s hurt. He needs a bum massage.

Loud mouth

Dr. Troy’s short and curlies

Before he was a rakish womanising plastic surgeon in “Nip/Fuck”, Julian McMahon starred in Dannii Minogue music videos as her love interest. Since they were married in real life, he must have been a very dedicated husband to agree to this. Whether bouncing beach balls or chopping wood in slow motion, his gloriously curly mane is always immaculately styled. Dannii’s mom jeans complete the look.

Offensive Album Covers

A while ago I needed old and worthless LPs as décor for a party. I went searching in the Catholic Welfare & Development (CWD) second-hand bookstore and came across these three gems.

I drilled holes in the LPs and nearly threw the covers away, but a sick fascination stopped me. I don’t know what’s worse – that somebody actually bought these or that they had enough skaam to give them to charity.

Unfortunately Dr. Livingstone’s wife made the mistake of singing for the locals.

Everyone was amazed at Nigel’s ability to play “Danny Boy” through a reed.

The Aryan Brotherhood were hairdressers before they infiltrated the music industry.

Jokes aside, I’m relieved we don’t live in the ‘50s anymore. Although I’m not sure what vexes me most – the blatant racism, the poor styling or the soft-focus lighting.