Post from Cream Girl Pending

I asked Cream Girl if she wanted to write something for ParkLife...she naturally went 'um, does it have to be funny?'

As I'm not feeling the 'funny' right now Readers, spending my days in this Morgue, I thought it would be nice for you to hear for her.

So something to look forward to next week eh? A Post by Cream Girl.

Schweet tits!

For now, here's something the little Journo sent me...

At least the Irish can sing! GO BOKKE!

Happy Weekend, Weekenders!

Jelly my Belly with your love!

Remember Jelly Belly's!

Fuck, when I was a kid I had Jelly Belly's for Africa!

My folks use to bring me packs and packs and packs of them from the UK. My cousin even gave me a special Jelly Belly dispenser, plus a massive poster with all the flavours and types listed on it - similar to the one on the left, only more extensive and a lot more, cool!

We were so hard pressed as kids to actually 'eat' a Jelly Belly. But we had to try out all the different flavours.

We waited until we had an 'odd' one out - like 7 coconut flavours - then you could eat the 7th bean and try it out. Lime, however, was my favourite. And Grapefruit...fuck I loved the Grapefruit ones.

Aaaaah. Jelly Belly memories!

Wasn't there a Jelly Belly song???

"Jelly my Belly with your love......"

La da dee!

Bellakanoose Wednesday #11

by Chester Pillow ©2009 ParkLife

Silly Season is a Reason...

...............................To be Jolly.
....................To not Work.
.........To drink and have Fun.
......To have fun and be Drunk.
...To be drunk and not feel Bad.
....To not drive and be Drunk.
.........To be Hungover.
...To eat lots of cool Food.
.................To be Loud.
..........To be Noisey.
...............To sing Songs.
......To song Sings.
...To buy Presents.
.........To hang Decorations.
........To be with Friends.
.....To appreciate Family.
...To remember Those.
.....To spend too much Money.
...To get a Tan.
...To wear cool Shades.
....................To Laugh.
.......To run Around.
.................To be on Holiday.
..........To be Relaxed.
..............................To fall Over.
.............To be Happy.

...To Love frosty Snowmen and frosty Snowwoman!

3 and half things I learnt this morning

We're lucky in this country to have Domestic House Staff - Servants. But they're also lucky to have us. Hence, another doesn't turn-up for work...cheers bye, go shit in the meilies!

Some companies lack what I like to call, moral high ground. Hence, more people should work for themselves.

Giving a beggar an empty McDonalds packet with your old, expired credit cards in it might make the poor fellar think he's just been given the first six numbers on a lotto ticket!

I had the busiest morning in like ever and it just, doesn't make, any sense, what.so...

This aint a scene...

...it's a damn, dance, off!

Photo's, hmmmmmm...photo's. Still waiting for the photographer to get back to us. In light of that, Friday night was one of the best jol's I've had in a long time!

There's something to be said - respect - for a CEO of a company who rocks up in pink hair and funky shades! Cream Girl and I danced pretty much most of the night until I decided to drench 4 tequila's with her boss...eina!

And sleep! Awesome!

It was a shit load of fun though. Which was desperately needed after the last 2 weeks in 'the morgue' being slightly depressing. 1 more week till December, Readers.

Saturday we both just chilled in front the tele. Watched Finding Neverland - only movie to squeeze a tear out the eye since My Girl - and decided it's time to re-ignite the imagination and start writing children's short stories again...something I use to do in the bush.

Sunday, we took my dog to the park, and she went nuts for a brief moment then collapsed in the shade. Some poor couples cocker-spaniel went galloping through the reeds - obviously duck hunting - and came out looking like swamp thing meets an orangutan...fucking hilarious.
Then our dog got her bum sniffed by a golden retriever, and some cheek from 2 short sausage dogs...they should really respect dogs 9 times their size those little roll tarts...thank Pedro Gabby is well natured...there could have been blood!

And shits, when last did you swing on a swing? Hey?

Then went to visit the little guy and have tea at my boet's place...swung my niece around on a pool noodle until she passed-out...ate some cake while the girls got all broody.

Just a bit of silliness really.

KoDaCHrome.

A Friday Sermon

Aren’t you excited? Like these guys...from the 70's?

Hey? Hey? Hey?

It's Cream Girls 70's party tonight and I shaved my little face into a Magnum P.I.

My moustie aka. 70's moustache is complete...I'll have to think about posting the pics!?!

Happy Weekend Readers!

Happiness is sterri nappiness.

There are worse ways to spend a cold, Wednesday evening, you know?

- interject -

It's November, Readers, and Johannesburg is a comfortable miserable 10'C. What.the.fnuck?

- exitude -

Dudes.

So Cream Girl and I watched the Gareth Cliff Show last night, only because one of her mates was in the audience - we felt more like victims of it!
Slightly bored with the sudden editing cuts and 'move to's' we thought it would be fun to send in random text messages to see if they pop up on that little insert screen...

'Happiness is sterri nappiness, Gareth!'

'Is that Mike Naiker's sister???'

'Love that dinner jacket, Gareth - Camoni Naidoo, Chatsworth'

Childish? Absolutely...we were canning ourselves!

Someone else was clearly on the same fun page when we noticed these text message's scrolling across the screen...

'The audience is fed by Nando's!'

'The panel is dressed by Gareth Cliff!'

Can't the panel dress themselves?
As much as we think you're the business on radio, G, your TV show is well bad.

Today, I'm going to see my little nephew. So excited. Can't wait to meet the little guy. Tonight we'll have a couple drinks with the proud farther - it is feel for the drink Thursday after all. My brother is so much of excited to have a son. Kid is going to get spoilt rotten.

Pooh.

Milk was a bad choice.

Today, I become an Uncle - again - to my little nephew.

Shites, an uncle of one, a god-farther to another. I'm excited.

Cream Girl and I went for dinner at my folks last night. My niece was staying with them as my brother and wife were getting their last nights sleep in before the little guy arrives. Shame, kids are hell-of-a intuitive at young ages. She knew something wasn't right and was throwing proper fits...Cream Girl and I, as much as we love our sibkids, realised that the responsibility of children is something you'd only want when you're ready...if it ever happens like that.

There have been milk issues around the office.

And milk is something you just don't mess with. Yesterday, it got quite heated and Cooksister - yes, I work with my sister - had to step-in and lay down some ground rules.

"Don't mess with the milk," she said, "I'll fuck you up with this Woolies Oat Snap biscuit I'm holding, ok!?"

God, when are people going to realise...

...I digress. We had a good laugh.

I'm growing a little moustie - moustache - for Cream Girls year end function on Friday. It's a 70's theme...fuck it's funny. I only started on Thursday, and already it as bushy as some of these chops who've been posting Movemeber photo's of themselves on Facebook...hilarious.

They look like they've been scratching on bits of dry coqui pen. Grow-up guys! We're men for god's sake! Stop looking for attention!

Cheesus.

I remember, the days of my life.

Most 'good' people I know have either owned, or driven a VW.

I had a Beetle.

Towards the end of school, and 1st year varsity I had a little green bug. Complete with mags, sweet upholstery, and a sound system that would blow the skirts of any Lenasian!

When Volkswagen broadcast that famous advert 20 years ago on South African television, it hit the compassionate nail in everyones head.

Cars.are.memories.

We'll miss the Citi Golf, South Africa and it's car-jackers.



Magic. Moments. People.