Where we came from

It has been close to 5 months since my last posting on Clueless Conclusions. I'm pretty sure my regular readers have moved on with their lives by now, which I suppose I have to be proud of. This is the new season of the column, I realised recently that even though my life has been filled with all kinds of exciting things, one thing was missing....guess what that is?

So where have I been you may ask? Ag seker nie ver nie..... but the real question is maybe where am I going to. Seeing that this is the first episode of a new season of this soapy, lets have a quick recap on the previous seasons so that you don't have to go back into the archive to catch up, but if you choose to do so, feel free because that probably means you have seen all 4 seasons of Prison Break in 3 days....must say I'm still impressed that there are people that manage that with a day job and a social life...

Clueless Conclusions started way back in the day when I was a dedicated Blue Bull supporter in Pretoria East, I even had a blue flag somewhere along the line, I once remember driving in Pretorius street with it sticking out of the window of my then BMW. I can look back now and realise that it didn't quit fit the picture because my car didn't have a towbar with blue balls swinging at the back, nor did it have horns on the front, I also didn't have a stukkie on the passenger seat shouting the bloubull sukkel nie sy roer af nie, but instead my dear reserved mother.

I lived in a estate which went through thick and thin without water for months, security gaurds that prevented us from entering our own properties, the list goes on, but not all were bad, it was almost like the Ropers with Mr Furley living next door, in this case his name was Hendrik. Not only did he make decent coffee and could I borrow the odd cup of milk (those of you who knows my fridge would understand...don't know why I have one), but he also could read Tarrot cards which freaked me out a bit, but for the life of me I can't remember what the cards said and now I wouldn't know if it came true. I left Pta east at 5 am every morning in order to miss traffic to Sandton. That caused me to trade in my car ever so often which was not such a bad thing if you think about it.

Somewhere along the line in 2007 I saw the light and realised that I can actually do my own laundry, or at least pay someone to do it, so I moved accross the Jeukskei to the big bad city of Johannesburg and started to get a life away from the sad soles on the N1. My life took a big flip in the process, I joined Colonel Sander's restaurant business and have been forced to eat chicken for the past two years now. I have met lots of new interesting people which form part of my life now which might feature in the column from time to time depending on how much they pay me to keep my mouth shut.

I recently discovered I'm turning grey, which I suppose is what you get if you decide to take an early midlife crises and buy a convertible in your late twenties, or maybe it has a more personal conectation to it. I'm planning my retirement in the next ten years, so Freaky and I are going to be rich beyond believe in the near future.

Ok I'm off to see an old friend that flew in from Dubai to come and cool down in SA.