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  • OVERHEARD… in Woodstock

    OVERHEARD… in Woodstock

    “Do you want a free coffee?” (Eagerly) “Yes!” “Sure, those guys are giving them out to promote their shop” Man shakes his head uncertainly in response. “But I can’t go in there” looking at his clothes. “Why?” “Look at me. It’s too nice inside.”

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  • OVERHEARD… on Adderley Street this morning

    “Plums! Lekker plums! Lekker plums for your bums!”  

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  • OVERHEARD… At the Edgars Make-up Counter

    “So… you come from Zambia?” “Yes!” (smiles) “Lovely. So it’s like, is it like a country or an island, or what?” Silence. “You know, because it sounds like an island. Zambia. Zammmmbia.”

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  • OVERHEARD… on Mouille Point Promenade

    On Sunday “My god, but look at you, I swear you’ve like, lost weight!” “Oh my god, thank you.” OMG

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  • OVERHEARD… at UCT this morning:

    OVERHEARD… at UCT this morning:

    “So, like, in your house, when it’s Lent & stuff… what do you DO?” “Oh, you know,  we eat fish and um, try to avoid sugar and…stuff.” “Erg.” “Erg.”

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  • Little Girls Know It All

    Little Girls Know It All

    Walking in the CBD at lunchtime, you usually get an overwhelming amount of Life Experience. Experiences such as having your Blackberry liberated from your pocket, tripping over loose cobblestones, having a guy shout ‘Ow, girl!’ at while you scowl at both him and the wind trying to knock your skirt up in the air for…

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