raise the tempo...

I went to see David Newton last night at the BMW Pavilion at the Waterfront. Funny guy, that. It was actually a Lexmark Roadshow, but I suppose Lexmark caught on that nobody wants to sit and listen to somebody drone on about printers for a couple of hours, so Newton was the drawcard. Clever on you. I was really there for the free chow, which didn't disappoint. When has chicken ever been a disappointment. Even the burnt chicken at Coffee's braai (after removing the skin).

It might be just me, but people seem to get excited by very little nowadays. I must have been asked twenty times (and counting) whether I have watched the new Wolverine movie, which I have not. I've got it on my PC, so today being BMW, I'll give it the once over when I get home. Last week, there was a lot of rah-rah about some new joint that opened in the Mont. I mean, a club is a club, distinguished only by the music and the crowd it attracts. There was the Coke Fest, which has become an annual disappointment, just by listening to the attendees' reviews.

Maybe I'm not so impressionable anymore. So let's see what would excite me. The IPL had it's moments early on, but it became a downright drag very quickly. In fact, by the time I watched my first live game in East London, I was sick of it (if I hear another commentator say "DFL Maximum" again, I'm going to lose it). I would be excited about another trip to Frranschoek, but this time to tour their wine route. A trip down any decent wine route would raise my heart beat a tad. Not even the gym really gets it going. My heart beat before exercise is around 70 bpm, and goes up to the late 80s afterwards.

The irony is, life was a lot more exciting during my week and a half in East London! It's going to be difficult trying to make things interesting with Cape Town's notorious rain at it as is the case at the moment.

I can always get creative...