Day drinking with tunes: In praise of the one day festival

So Early Bird tickets for Oppikoppi are one sale already. I think my panties got a touch damp when I first read the email – I fucking love Oppi. I’ve been to many, many festivals, both local and overseas, and for many, many reasons it’s this one that has established itself in the corner of my heart. But festivals require a bit more effort and planning these days. I need a little more than a bottle of apple sours and one tent between seven friends if I’m going to enjoy myself – like gin and a blow up mattress for starters. And this is why the one-day festival is even better than that time I got to correct the grammar of a person who loves to correct people’s grammar.

Pretty places - Cape Town brings it

Cape Town is that hot girl that knows it, and ain't afraid to rub it in yo' ugly ass face.

Fit and you know it.

Oh look, it's VD

We’ve only just shaken off the post-Christmas/New Year blues and it’s suddenly time to celebrate the worst non-holiday that insists on projectile vomming all over our annual calendar like anyone who caught that horrendous bout of gastro that swept through Joburg last month.

Valentine’s Day, like the ‘Super Group’ McBusted, shouldn’t really be a thing – but it is. And we can simply accept that this is the type of world we live in or we can snatch it from the grip of filthy corporations. Say “poo” to icky love songs, chocolates with gross red goo in them, and anything that includes a stuffed animal and hearts, and celebrate VD like a cunt.

The quest for Joburg's best margarita

2015 began with plans of a Dry January. As a concept we like it – until the part with the not drinking. As the month wore on it became achingly apparent that our readers were crying out for a review of the best margaritas in Joburg, and clearly, we were the cunts for the job.

We don't know this guy, but we should.

The Summer Road Trip

A little while back I paid tribute to that classic summer experience and smashed my way across this rather minxy slab of earth with some sweet tunes pumping and the windows rolled down. Just kidding about the last part, we’re talking the Karoo in summer, the windows were closed and the aircon was turned up to the max. But that little detail aside, we were road tripping like it was the summer of love and adventure was on the cards.

Taking a break along the way