I’ll be honest, it’s actually 10 at night and I’ve timed this article to come out in the morning, to grace you with more pearls of glory.

Good morning!

It all started at 1pm, you see. At La Perla. A boys lunch. It was me, “The Big H” and “The Dude” (fresh from his Kika-Sack escapade). In that case you do use “me,” rather than “I.” You should always write it as though the others weren’t there. So if the other guys weren’t there, then I would say “it was me at La Perla.” So then, you stick with “me.” But if you were saying that you all went to La Perla, you would say “The Big H,” “The Dude” and I went to La Perla. Because, if it was just you, it would be “I went to La Perla.”

Get it?

Sorry, that might be confusing, but certainly necessary.

So, anyway, La Perla in Sea Point has undergone major renovations and the result, I must say, is very cool. This, a photo, which I thought would capture the vibe.

 

The new La Perla – absolutely fine!

I apologise, it was taken on a Blackberry – not ideal. Nonetheless, I give La Perla the thumbs up and I reckon you book a table ASAP – it really has added a certain something to the old establishment. I went for the Kingklip, by the way.

So that started at 1pm and progressed very smoothly to 16h00 with a table outside at Caprice, where the likes of Jeannie D, Jo-Ann Strauss and Roxy Louw (direct from the airport) were spotted downing tequilas (partly my fault) until way after sunset. Justine had another section, and I must say, we were pleasantly surprised at the young, very able, Gina.

 

Harry was fine with Gina

 

Nothing much more to report, other than the continuation of the holiday, good times, and a naughty taxi driver who made the mistake of parking in the handicap zone.

BAD taxi driver!

It’s 10.25pm and I’m over the fucking moon that this article is done and I can have a little lie in.

I love you all very very much.

You know that don’t you.

I really do.

I wish you were here with me now.

Cuddling.

Touching.

Smoochie smoochie.

Chat later..