I know, I’ve been quite distant lately. But it’s nothing to do with you – don’t blame yourself. I think I know what has caused it. You see, a week or so ago I popped into Harley’s liquor on Buitengracht Street (defiantly open on Sundays) to top up on the stock of Jamesons at the safe house. I have the Skyy vodka for the good times, but I need the Jammies for Sundays – particularly Sunday nights. Harley’s had run out of Jamesons and I had no option but to buy Johnny Walker black. I don’t hate it, but it doesn’t allow me to churn out the drivel that you’re used to. Don’t blame me, blame Harley’s. Anyway, I went back today and it seems they have sorted out their stock take issues. Welcome back Jammies. God it’s smooth. ‘Triple distilled’ is obviously a good thing.

It seems neither e-TV nor MNET won the Sunday night 8 o’clock movie war – with MNET giving us ‘Taxi’ with Queen Latifah and e-TV farting out ‘The 6th day’ with Arnold Schwarzeneggar (is that racist?) – both of which create as much excitement as a tray of stuffed eggs. I have settled for a new DVD I bought – Billy Joel live at the Yankee Stadium….. an absolute treat.

“Oh my God! I ALSO love Billy Joel!!!!”

“Whatever…”

Speaking of food, I had another perfect breakfast at La Cuccino at the bottom of Suikerbossie in Hout Bay (turn left at the lights at the bottom then it is a part of the small shopping centre on your right) – and I felt they needed a mention. I had gone twice before with G-man and thought I would tempt fate and see if they could succeed three times in a row – a rarity in Cape Town. Take a bow, La Cuccino.

Ok, that was a bit dramatic. “Take a bow” – Christ, give me a break.

Seriously though, I just felt so content at the end of my meal. I’ve only ever eaten the same thing there – poached eggs, toast, bacon, grilled tomato and grilled banana. I know, grilled banana is not what you’re used to for breakfast and certainly not something that I would normally allow. I can’t stand banana on pizza and the thought of banana served warm generally makes me nauseous – but it seems to go down a treat at La Cuccino’s. It’s not just the banana that makes me happy – it’s a combination of everything. It’s all good. They even have a fridge section with sauces and home made deli-style products. I bought the Harrisa chili sauce that has been warmly received at the safe house.

They seem to have a good following and on closer inspection appear to cater for a diverse crowd. On your left you’ve got your new-Audi station wagon couple who ‘feel bad’ about leaving Romeo, their Ridgeback puppy at home, and on your right you’ve got four early-20’s angels with Chanel dark glasses on – nursing post trance party come-downs. I am told that weekdays produce an orgasm of bored, hot Range Rover housewives (including the Constantia private school mums I’m sure – the kind that’ll give Heather Mills a run for her money) – something I intend to investigate. None of Hout Bay’s tree people were anywhere to be seen – not a bad thing. Don’t give up on making Hout Bay a republic, guys.

Shame.

Ok, I think that’s enough for now. The Jammies is taking it’s toll and Billy is about to sing Piano Man.

Much love.