Of cankles and vuvuzela-bombardments
I have been living quite the home life of late… in between singing and traveling, there has been a lot of visiting, reading, watching movies and even some pc gaming (it has been a while since I played a game of any sort, I tend to get very “focused”, some people like my friends would call it “addicted”, so I tend to ration it). Let me just say this about that all: I loved the action movie From Paris with love, Paul Kearney writes wonderful dark fantasy books, The Alchemist should be read every couple of years as it provides new insights every time, Diablo 2 is still as addictive as I remember it, Torchlight is the bastard child of Diablo 2 and Fable, NeverwinterNights 2 is not as brilliant as I remember Bulder’s Gate being, but still good, and both braaing and cocktails can lead to a hangovers of epic proportions. Ask no questions hear no lies.
The reason for all these new insights and things would be my affectionately-known (as amongst my friends) “Cankle“. This phenomenon happens when you manage to twist your ankle so badly, it ends up looking like a calf and ankle combined. I achieved this jumping down a rock-climbing wall without looking at what was below me. Oh, well, lesson learned. My park-ranger climbing buddy cracked proper jokes at my expense directly after, which is as it should be among men. This gave me the opportunity to test the theory that swearing makes pain more manageable. It really does, as a matter of fact.
Luckily I seem to be back to my normal mountain-walking, rock-climbing, singing self now, and much the happier for it. I tend to do all this with a certain wonderful someone, but let me not mention her. Yes, I am being vague on purpose. **secret smile**
My brother and I are coming much closer to a consensus of what we want to put on our first CD, and yes, after all that spirited conversation, I am glad we can move on to other things. And if you wanted to know about the vuvuzela-bombardment… well, we performed at the World Cup events (Fanwalk, Fanfest, and another venue, more on that on our facebook fanpage), and during this one performance I made the… unwise… decision to say “…and tonight, blow your vuvuzelas in support of your team!” I did not get as far as “…in support…”, even. 5000 vuvuzelas were raised as one, and the shockwave of sound that hit me was quite… impressive. Oh, well, lesson learned.