So yesterday I received an email from one of my special readers, informing me of the shit storm brewing over at gotravel24. Someone had written an article entitled “I Love Camps Bay” (good one) and gave a breakdown of why they enjoyed Camps Bay and the various places to see and things to do. The article itself seemed pretty cool and standard, but the war in the comments section was getting out of hand – in particular, one “Sizwe” who was throwing around charming things like this:
“So you enjoy people-watching Ashley? You have nothing better to do than watch others while your own little life whittles away to obscurity? If your desire in life is to watch overly-flatulent people prancing around on a sandy beach pretending to be peacocks with balls then I am afraid there is no hope for you and you might as well get laid by the nearest beggar.
Perhaps you should become a private investigator seeing as though you enjoy watching people so much. Or perhaps your talents are best served as a voyeur or peeping tom!
Regardless, Camps Bay still sucks and only the plastic, peeping toms and general village idiot-type people like it there.”
I’m not sure what overly-flatulent means (do they fart a lot?), but the hysteria has resulted in another article published today, entitled “Is Camps Bay Stuck Up” (yawn).
I would like to point out that there seems to be a Seth Rotherham imposter in the comments section of that article. It was not me – I do not partake in such silly conversation.
By the way, this is Camps Bay today – you might want to move that meeting to Caprice
Camps Bay today – shame
[thanks cam, thanks chan]
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