God, it’s all just so “festive,” isn’t it? People just LOVE throwing around the word “festive.” And then they frill it up a little more with the word “cheer.” Oh, there is just so much FESTIVE CHEER abound, don’t you think?

I looked up festive in this book I wrote ages ago entitled “The Dictionary” and the definition is “merry; joyous.”

My goodness, it’s all a bit much. Festive, cheer, merry, joyous – just throw in the word “tidings” and you’re A for Away.

Like this young lady:

Tidings of festive merry joyous cheer.

I’m up the road in Hermanus at the moment, away from the absolute mayhem that must be the Atlantic Seaboard at the moment. I believe Caprice was totally mental last night and the angel count is through the roof. The same can apparently be said for the Jo’burg contingent who have adorned our shores (welcome, friends) vests-et-al.

We popped into Shimmi’s in Hermanus a couple nights ago and that was pretty manic. I must say I was slightly taken aback when 5 machine-gun wielding police entered the establishment in what looked like riot gear.

“Jeez!” I said to the guy, “are you guys sweeping the place for bombs or drugs?”

“No,” said the officer, “we’re checking for ID’s”

Checking for ID’s!? Jesus, that’s a pretty serious way to go about it. Can you imagine the size of the stool in the poor 16 year old’s pants at the far end of the room when he sees the S.W.A.T. team arrive? Hectique!

The night went by and at 3am (when the place closed) we joked with the very same cops if they could give us a lift back to the house.

“No, problem – get in the car.”

“That’s bloody decent of them,” we agreed.

We got in the Golf GTi flying squad vehicle and, as we were heading out of (what can only be described as) the Hermanus CBD, The Insurance Guy asked the driver if they had been having a good evening.

That was when the guy changed down a gear and absolutely fucking floored it, shutting all of us up. We weren’t sure if we were going to jail or heading towards some kind of raping situation. Luckily the guy was actually taking us home, but just thought that it would be fun to take the Hermanus circle at 140 km/h.

No spice.

Other than that I thought I would give you a little video. With so much cheer in the air there will no doubt be some dancing to be had as we bring in the New Year.

This, The Evolution of Dance:

I’m fine with that.

Catch you later.