awesomeness

wow - these guys are good.

Word of the week - Poncy

The other eve I met the 'Ponciestest' man on earth. He will now be known as Captain Ponce - or rather: CPT.P.

CPT.P drives a little convertible that he brought back from England, darling. Where, if you believe a word this delusional James Bond wanabee says, he sleeps with every woman he happens to glance at. Yachting and drinking wine from Spain are his hobbies of choice. He chooses not to laugh, but rather say things like 'ra ra' or 'good show'.

CPT.P is not alone. Ponciness has spread from the southern suburbs outwards to the greater Cape Town area and beyond. In fact, I have encountered many poncy types far away from the safety of Campground road. (They did have to use road maps to navigate to anywhere besides, cavendish or the airport, but that's not the point.)

Try use the word 'poncy' in a sentence today.

Suggestions:
"No-one cares if you are friends with Prince William on twitter, stop being such a poncy fuckwit."
"Your argyle sweater is poncy."
"Please call me when you are all ponced-out and/or dead."

on the other hand

After some considerable thinking in the bath last night, I realized that I actually work at Ogilvy, therefore, pretty much everyone here is hardcore. (ref. theory below) So I don't feel that special anymore. Dang.

I think I'll rebel and go home and bake something

It's weird, but in 'advertising' there is this reverse form of conservative-keep-up-with-the-Jones' peer-pressure system. (i.e Pressure to rebel against anything classed as 'conservative' or 'main -stream' or 'gender based discrimination'.)

Which got me thinking, isn't it actually way more rebellious then to be uber conservative? Like get gangster and knit your own scarf. Or get crazy controversial and go to church on Sundays. Or talk about how much you would like a house with a garden and a dog? Better yet, wear something candy-floss pink that you knitted/sewed to Assembly Friday night, but go home early because of church in the morning and you left rusks in the oven. This is a good example of my rebel-against-rebelling theory. Which, if you think about it, is actually the most rebellious you can possibly be, in an industry as super cool as advertising.

By this theory, I have to say, I am by far the most hardcore-west side massive-rebellious-gangster-ad-woman I've ever known. I like to sew, bake, play with dogs, cuddle babies, baby clothes, don't drink shooters anymore, would choose to stay home and watch a good movie with my good man most eves, etc. I feared revealing any of this to my close arty-farty-actress-freelance buddies initially, until this theory dawned on me, and now I fear no longer, I stand tall.

Cause I know the truth.

Word.

Would you like some meaning with your fries?

So, I think I will begin blogging again. I need to find some more meaningful things out there to write/think/talk/laugh about - again. Hopefully these things are still about, even if I haven't noticed them for awhile. There must be more to life than army tents full of drunk Stellies students who blast 'Liewe Lulu' at 3am for fun. I don't mind things that have no-meaning - and that is their meaning. That is actually pretty meaningful. Like this picture.

late is better than never

so I'm twittering. I twitter. i am a twitteree. amazing. I am going to use it to stalk all the hot men in the world. I started with Russell Brand. So lovely. SO he has 1500000000 followers. He'll notice me! I know he will. Then he will get on a plane and try and marry me. Then I'll reject him. Nobody likes it when people beg.

on leave in approx 3 hours for approx 2 weeks.

lovely doesn't quiet cover it.