Pussy Riot Party

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Back in August it was time to get off the boat so I paid-up the marina fees and headed to Africa.  I visited the UK for three days; the Olympic confusion was in full bloom and I was happy to move along. I did not have enough time to visit Zambia on this trip, but it is always a pleasure to visit South Africa.

Say what you want about ZA, but there is no substitute for South African hospitality.  I was in country for six days. I never ventured out to the bushveld.   Johannesburg is a huge and sophisticated city and I took tons of photos while managing to find new places the average tourist will never experience.   My criminal friends in Johannesburg threw a three-day (I shit you not) party that morphed into a local protest for striking Marikana miners, and the incarcerated girl band “Pussy Riot”.  I have known Mehlane since ’07.  He has revised wives a few times in the interim, but his current squeeze is, by far, the smartest he has negotiated to date.  Her name is Lianne, but everyone calls her “Mhpoe”.  Mehlane asked me to help him with organizing the PR and the posters.  We drove recklessly through Greater Jozzi for two days sorting-out the bands, posters, radio adverts, security and meat for the Braai.

Now I have always known that Mehlane is a crazy f%c&, but by the second night of the contiguous event he exceeded all of my predetermined estimates of his insanity.  This is another story that I must tell some day.  Everyone had a great time, to say the very least.  I produced the photo and Splash Title for the party poster on my MacBook.  Mhpoe was responsible for the wording. She was pure genius in assuming that a few of the Africans might have some trouble correctly parsing that particular Splash Title (“Free Pussy Riot Party”).

The party is now urban legend. For three days the venue was packed with all manner of South African life.  In final measurement, the girl band “Pussy Riot” was found guilty of “Hooliganism” and is to do 2 years as atonement (I was surprised this was an arrestable offense in the Russian Federation).  By the time I arrived in London on my way home, I heard the sad news that the South African Police had gunned-down 34 striking miners out in the Northern Province…yeah, bad shit happens every summer!

Comments

  1. You Blokes went home too early! That party was more like four days if you count the after scrum over by Joe Slovo’s. Jimmy if you’re reading this s%it you still owe me R 500 on the last Man United debacle! You slacker! Volgende keer as jou vrou koop ‘n drankie

  2. Which side of Joburg did this happen? I was not invited. I usually can not pass up a free braai. If the authorities arrest those crazy Russian girls again maybe we can invite some bands from Soweto side to warm up the party next summer. You will need extra security for this lot.

  3. I remember this Jorl. You must have been the American Oke taking photos with one hand while the other hand was busy with the barbecue chicken. You’re lucky my Mates didn’t pinch that nice Jag you were driving! That was a kif speech that you delivered. Peace.

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