January 25, 2011
A Pet Hate Of Mine.
If you have been living in Cape Town for the past 6 months, you will be quite familiar with the fact that we have “a bit of a wind problem”. Yes, it can get rather breezey at times, with the South Easter coming in at speeds of around 60 km per hour. (ie: strong enough to blow away a small child or dwarf – the shorter ones with the sausage fingers, not the taller dwarves, they are pretty solid on their feet.)
Anyhoo, we are ALL quite familiar with the fact that we have wind here in Cape Town. Which means it’s really not necessary to have to comment on how windy it is. Seriously, I get it. I know all about it. I can see and hear it blowing just as well as you can.
Talking about the wind shows that you are just speaking for the sake of it. It’s like watching me eat an apple and then saying, “Oh, you’re eating an apple?”
It just makes you sound like an idiot.
I know I have spoken about the Cape Town wind in the past, but that was when it was still somewhat fashionable to do so. It isn’t anymore. That ship has sailed.
So the next person that tells me “Oooh, but it’s windy, hey?” or “Listen to that wind,” is not just going to have the Cape Doctor to contend with.
Oh no. They will then also have to contend with the fact that a foot is now wedged firmly up a bum.
Up THEIR bum.
Seriously, stop stating the obvious. You’ve been warned.
Oakes signing off.
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