Could this be it?


The incredible has happened, people. My mind is still spinning. I’m still walking around with the biggest grin on my face. Uri told me about a magazine some months ago. More than likely, I sneered at it, thinking it’s not such a good publication. I thought it was a South African publication, I’m sure.

But then I saw it at my nearest Exclusives and sat down to read it. It helped that it featured Charlie Sheen from The West Wing. I liked it and thought to myself that I should buy it when I have money. Time passes and I buy other magazines, spend my money on 375ml bottles of Graham Beck Brut and surf the interweb muchly.

Then, on Saturday, I left the real suburbia and went to the V&A. I saw the magazine again and the cover tempted me to read as much of it as possible. I looked around for a seat in the store, but couldn’t find one so I just stood there, reading.

I went home that afternoon and hoped I could find the magazine online. I did. And I spend a delightful couple of hours reading some of the older articles. But I noticed an error somewhere in their FAQs and sent off a polite email to the editor. I didn’t expect to get a reply, but got one on Monday. She loves my new blog and would like me to write for them. Me. Mna. Moi. Ek. Ich. So now I have to pitch a column idea to her. Argh. How to do that? But I’m sure I’ll find out. I really don’t want to fuck this up…

*Still can’t understand why she’s having such luck*


I’ve always thought I’m an adventurous eater. I guess not. Parenthesis exclaimed “I heart memes!” and I decided to jump on the bandwagon. Here’s my list. (You know how much I love lists and memes and goetertjies)

  1. Bold the ones you’ve tried.
  2. Strike through the ones you wouldn’t touch if you were starving and it were a choice between that and boiled goats testicles.
  3. Italicize the shit you might be tempted to try. Say you were a contestant on Survivor…
  4. Feel free to leave a running commentary.
  1. Venison
  2. Nettle tea
  3. Huevos rancheros
  4. Steak tartare
  5. Crocodile
  6. Black pudding No fucking way, Jose!
  7. Cheese fondue
  8. Carp
  9. Borscht – doesn’t look appetising, but OK
  10. Baba ghanoush
  11. Calamari
  12. Pho-rare beef…yummy
  13. Peanut butter & Jam sandwich
  14. Aloo gobi
  15. Hot dog from a street cart
  16. Epoisses
  17. Black truffle
  18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes –?
  19. Steamed pork buns
  20. Pistachio ice cream
  21. Heirloom tomatoes
  22. Fresh wild berries
  23. Foie gras
  24. Rice and beans
  25. Brawn, or head cheese
  26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper –??
  27. Dulce de leche
  28. Oysters
  29. Baklava
  30. Bagna cauda
  31. Wasabi peas
  32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
  33. Salted lassi
  34. Sauerkraut
  35. Root beer float –??
  36. Cognac with a fat cigar
  37. Clotted cream tea
  38. Vodka jelly – Not so sure about this
  39. Gumbo
  40. Oxtail
  41. Curried goat
  42. Whole insects
  43. Phaal – Hell, yeah! Sounds great.
  44. Goat’s milk in cheese form
  45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
  46. Fugu
  47. Chicken tikka masala
  48. Eel
  49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
  50. Sea urchin
  51. Prickly pear
  52. Umeboshi
  53. Abalone
  54. Paneer
  55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
  56. Spaetzle
  57. Dirty gin martini
  58. Beer above 8% ABV
  59. Poutine – Doesn’t look very pleasant, but I’ll give it a shot on Survivor…
  60. Carob chips
  61. S’mores
  62. Sweetbreads – Eeew.
  63. Kaolin – No fucking way, Jose!
  64. Currywurst
  65. Durian
  66. Frog legs
  67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake – Yummy.
  68. Haggis – You live once, right? Off Wikipedia: “As the 2001 English edition of the Larousse Gastronomique puts it, “Although its description is not immediately appealing, haggis has an excellent nutty texture and delicious savoury flavour.” (p592)”
  69. Fried plantain
  70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
  71. Gazpacho
  72. Caviar and blini
  73. Louche absinthe
  74. Gjetost, or brunost
  75. Roadkill – Just doesn’t feel right to eat roadkill…
  76. Baijiu
  77. Hostess Fruit Pie
  78. Snails
  79. Lapsang souchong
  80. Bellini
  81. Tom yum
  82. Eggs Benedict
  83. Pocky
  84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant
  85. Kobe beef
  86. Hare
  87. Goulash
  88. Flowers
  89. Horse – I don’t believe in scruples…
  90. Criollo chocolate
  91. Spam – I used to love this. Can’t stand processed meat now. Eeew.
  92. Soft shell crab
  93. Rose harissa
  94. Catfish
  95. Mole poblano
  96. Bagel and lox
  97. Lobster Thermidor
  98. Polenta
  99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
  100. Snake

I explain somewhat


I can’t only blame myself. Many things happened to cause my insane amount of debt. And I’m working on getting everything sorted. Promise. My parents (well, my mom actually) are partly to blame. I grew up thinking that having a Foschini account is normal. I grew up thinking that it’s normal to skip a payment, and to receive threatening lawyers letters. I grew up with parents who didn’t even finish paying my school fees.

They weren’t poor, though we did stay in a poorer area in the Northern Suburbs of CT. They overspent on food, and underspent on stuff we needed.

So for the past six or seven years I have been spending far too much money on rent only because I feel I deserve slightly better than having to boil water to wash my pretty little face. When I got fired (this happened very often), I would ignore my bills and try to pay rent instead.

I was never taught how to work with money. Yes, I know that I am 25 and I should just ‘Google it, damn it’. But it’s not that easy. Money still slip through my fingers. I can easily (like most of us) spend a third of my net salary on absolute rubbish. And then I have to rely on payday loans to buy my monthly train ticket and some food.

So I surprised myself on Wednesday: I paid off one of these accounts. I am too frightened to find out when was the last payment I made prior to Wednesday. I felt so proud that I was able to do that. And I’m sure that if I continue doing what I’m doing, I could have my debts sorted out in a year. Fine, two years’ time if I decrease the amount I’m putting towards it every month. That will give me an extra couple of hundred to spend on pretty things every month.

But I wish I were able to budget better. I tried last month, and it worked…for a little while only.



Edgars R 2,433.00 Paid Up
Truworths R 4,313.00
Telkom R 3,480.00
Woolworths R 4,318.00
Nedbank R 4,353.00
RCS R 5,057.00
Virgin Money R 12,808.00
Vet R 1,400.00
Nedbank Credit Card R 2,754.00 Paid Up
Discovery R 289.00
Vodacom R 7,102.00
Sainet R 800.00
Leisure Books R 300.00
R 49,407.00 R 44,220.00

I thought suburbia was quiet, clean and sans black people? Perhaps, then, I did not move to suburbia. Perhaps I have moved to something that falls in between suburbia and the city. I have renewed my subscription to Cape Ads and am flat hunting once again. Yeah for me.

So I got tagged twice in one week. I think. By Caz and by EM&CT to do the rockin’ da daisy.

The Rocking The Daisies competition might bring me a smile again. Remember how I managed to get such bad karma that my own sister stole my iPod? Hmm. Whatevs. This looks like a great opportunity to get an even better iPod than the 30Gigger I had…

  1. Blog about the competition, telling us what you would take with you to the concert.
  2. Tag your friends in the post. In other words, just link to their website to encourage them to come over and look at your website.
  3. Register here, tag your name and my name (Callith) and copy our blog post onto their website.

So what could I not possibly do without at Rocking the Daisies?
Well isn’t it obvious?

  1. A hot man
  2. Stacks of condoms
  3. My cell with its Vodacom data bundle
  4. Wine/Vino/Alcohol
  5. My 100% Australian Merino top

OK, here goes. I tag Eggworth; Parenthesis; Leigh Anne; Hair Today, Forgot Tomorrow.