Cape Town Adventures And Night Clubs
Because Every Night Is An Adventure. When
You're Hanging With Shaun.
Some of the various exaggerated
adventures, anecdotes and downright lies involving a variety of
Cape Town nightclubs.
Oh wait, there are also Cape Town bars and pubs involved too. Because
I get around. Some of these adventures include the following Cape
04 February, 2008
Friday Night Adventure At The Assembly.
Shaun Ends Up At A Strange 80's Electro Party.
It was a tepidly warm Friday evening, and I was
knocking back copious amounts of chilled Ken
Forresters, as one is prone to do on tepidly warm Friday evenings.
The evening was going well - I later planned on consuming vast amounts
of Flings (baked, not fried), finishing another bottle of Chenin
Blanc, whilst watching a light hearted comedy - preferably one starring
the reliable actor Mark
Just then the lights
went out, leading to a great wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Moving swiftly with all the nimbleness of an elegant gazelle, I
managed to fend off the initial attack by The Girlfriend, who somewhat
irrationally accused me of not paying the electricity bill.
18 October, 2007
Fun Times At FTV
Shaun Gets Into The Whole Wednesday Night
It was a warm and blustery Wednesday night in Cape
Town, the type of night that makes you go, "Hey, let's go down
to FTV Cafe, because it's Wednesday and I've already watched the
entire season of Heroes", and so it came to pass that I decided
to head off down to FTV Cafe, where I planned on
drinking copious amounts of Fish Eagle brandy, whilst dancing badly
to commercial R&B. More
22 September, 2007
Going On A Bender
At Peddlars... On The Bend. And Sobhar. Oh
and Wadda Too.
It was a wet and wintry Friday night when I found myself at Peddlars
(On The Bend) a much loved little drinking haunt in the
gang-infested suburb of Constantia.
From here, we ventured forth to Sobhar and Wadda Bar in Claremont,
as this cleverly written time line will account for. Read on:
21h15 - Arrive at Peddlars. On the bend. Parking
space is a problem and I am forced to park in the muddied
outskirts of the establishment. This leaves me slightly
irritable, as I am wearing a pair of Italian loafers, who I found
hiding behind some crates at a nearby shop, having a smoke break
when they should have been working. More
07 August, 2007
Mambos Bar In Plumstead
A Good Little Local Pub Spot
When I'm not putting together multi-million
rand business deals, negotiating corporate take-overs, or painting
my toenails; I enjoy nothing more than sitting around at my favourite
pub, Mambo's, for a quiet ale or two.
This invariably leads to a few stiff Jamesons thereafter,
and as everyone knows, once that happens - things can get helluva
crazy. Over the years I have enjoyed many a wild adventure in that beloved
pub, mainly occurring once the sun went down, but occasionally when
the sun was shining brightly too.
These adventures would mainly involve Irish whiskey, loose cigarettes
and the occasional inflatable sheep, the type of
experiences which every exuberant youth goes through in the journey
to becoming a man. More
12 July, 2007
Throwing Away Our Names At Tiger Tiger
As Well As Our Keys
A recent Saturday night adventure we had at Panchos in Observatory,
followed by Tiger Tiger in Claremont, was certainly an eventful
one. Drinks and edibles were consumed, reputations and good names
sullied, and car keys and self respect were lost.
Just another Saturday night in Cape Town then. More
21 June, 2007
The Asoka Saturday Adventure
Shaun Pays Another Visit To His Favourite
Saturday night arrived on my doorstep like an unwanted
ginger-haired stepson. How could it be Saturday night already?
One minute I was watching rugby, eating biltong and stressing over
my excessive dandruff problem, and the next minute
we were at Asoka, as if reeled in by a magnetic force.
My excessive dandruff problem may still be lingering but it was
a good night nonetheless. (One word. Not two. Or
1 June, 2007
A Hot Night In Alba
Not Jessica, But The Waterfront Drinking
Thursday night was so bizarre. One minute I was lounging on my
Dark Bovine leather couch at The HQ, snacking on a Woolworths Tikka
chicken meal - whilst picking my nose and flicking it out the window
- and the next minute I found myself at Alba Lounge in the
Waterfront, throwing back copious amounts of Jameson down
How did I get there?
Was I drugged?
Who is paying for the drinks?
Why is Some Other Guy wearing that dodgy shirt?
These were the questions racing through my mind. Thankfully we had
a camera on hand for dexterity purposes. (As well as for Facebook) More
30 April, 2007
One Night In Caprice
The Hot Club, Not The Hot Model
It's Sunday, and as usual, I am busy reading scripture, observing
the Sabbath and meditating in complete silence
amid the backdrop of scented candles. The Girlfriend is bored though
and suggests we pass on the scripture and rigorous chanting this
week. Never afraid of change, we decide to do something different
and instead pay a visit to Caprice in Camps Bay,
We take off our robes, throw on some clothes and head on out to
Camps Bay which - to the uninformed - is pronounced "Camps
Bay", a Dutch name which literally translates to "Beautiful
warm place where beautiful warm Flossies can be met, and seduced." More
24 April, 2007
Thursday Night At Asoka
Doing It For The People, Doing It For Facebook
has always been my favourite day of the week -
after Friday, Saturday and Tuesday. And Wednesday. It normally involves
a fun evening of Scrabble, a glass of fine Scotch,
and a roaring fire, which if we're lucky would occur in the general
direction of the fireplace. With this in mind, I entered the HQ,
after yet another trailblazing day of kicking ass and taking names.
I was greeted by The Girlfriend and Kim, who quickly informed me
that Scrabble would be off the menu that evening. More
15 April, 2007
JAG Night At Tiger Tiger
Chaos Ensues In Claremont
The Saturday evening began like any other - myself and The Girlfriend,
lounging at The HQ, sipping red wine while listening to "Livin
La Vida Loca". Then the phone rings. I pick up the
receiver hesitantly and listen. It's someone from First
National Bank (FNB), trying to sell me life insurance.
I hang up. Then the phone rings again. It is The Gupster. Plans
have been set in motion, a JAG (Just All Guys) night had been arranged.
I had to be there.
Cue an 80's rock music montage of making myself
pretty, handing out a world class foot massage to The Girlfriend
and then driving like a demon - I find myself at the doors of Tiger
Tiger in Claremont. I immediately fall victim to the club's
no weapon/metal policy, eventually having to produce a doctor's
certificate stating the unnaturally high level of iron in my blood,
a rare condition which causes me to pass South African R5
coins through my urine, a tax-free source of income which
supplements my wages working on the old plantation. More
23 March, 2007
Planet Bar At The Mount Nelson Hotel
As Shaun Searches For A Drinking Hole
After a few weeks of pacing up and down at The HQ, the time had
come to find me a local watering hole. I had fond
memories of my previous "local", Mambo's
in Plumstead, which served as the starting point for many a wild
and crazy adventure, like the time I broke the nose of an obnoxious
African Elephant, who came down all the way from the Addo
in the Eastern Cape to pick a fight with me.
was the time I threw my drink at Kirsten Dunst,
who would regularly fly down to South Africa incognito, to have
some of Mambo's famous Long Islands. As usual, she got drunk and
started mouthing off about how there are no real men in South Africa,
so I stepped in and poured my Kiwi Brutal Fruit
down her cashmere sweater, which settled that little argument once
and for all. More
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