Lady Gaga rocks Jozi

I have so much to tell you I don’t even know where to start. Lady Gaga came to South Africa last week and played her first show in Johannesburg on Friday 30 November, 2012. Let me just start by saying I was absolutely blown away. I wasn’t the biggest or the most passionate fan, but I was keen to see the spectacular that I’ve heard so much about – The Born This Way Ball.

Let me just tell you that the standing section is not for the faint hearted. If you’re short, small, young, or have any issues with people in your personal space, breathing on you, or resting their armpits on your shoulder, bare this all in mind when you rush for your spot. And rush we did. After arriving at Soccer City and grabbing the quickest beer of my life, we went to go and stand in the queue. This was at about 3.30, with the gates only being opened at 5pm. Off we went, through the first check point, to stand behind several hundred people who were already waiting at the gates. We then did the worst thing, which would have irritated me, and I felt terrible doing it, but we found a friend much nearer to the front and made our way through the heaving throng of irritated fans making comments like “no really, we weren’t here first, don’t you worry”, which, to be fair, is probably what I would have been saying had I not been dragged through the mass hand in hand with the more uber of the fans in our little group :|

From that point, as soon as the gates opened it was utter chaos. Hand in hand, we ran like mad things, sprinting from one check point to the next where were stopped by the fact that we had to get through a narrowing space, or scan our tickets at the gate. Once inside the actual stadium, no one would let us down onto the field to the standing area, re-directing us from one entry point to another, and back again. And I was running, let me tell you. The fear of potentially losing the people I was with to that crazy crowd was enough to keep my legs pumping and my chest open in spite of being sick, having no voice and having coughed at least one of lungs up in the past week.

Anyway, having finally arrived in the standing section, we found ourselves about 4 or 5 rows of people back from a ramp-type looking thing separating us general standers to the super uber fans who had been in the queue since god-knows-what time that morning, or the day before. Apparently 250 people were let into the “Monster Pit”, and those were the first 250 people in the queue, as far as I understand it. The rest of us, as I mentioned, ran for our spots. I never thought I’d run like that for a pozzie at a concert, let alone a  Lady Gaga concert, but let me tell you it was worth it. In spite of the mouth breathing, drugged up retards who seemed to be incapable of not invading my personal space.

For a bunch of people who were at a concert of a woman who basically preaches tolerance of everyone, in all shapes and forms, whatever their life choices or preferences may be, there was a hell of a lot of nastiness going on around us. A couple of girls just behind us almost got into fisticuffs with some pushing and shoving, followed by a few choice words out of one of them. The guy in front of me had a go at me for keeping my arm in front of me to protect my boobs, because it was digging into his back – yes that’s how close he was, A guy to our right full on shoved one of our friends out of his way and proceeded to stand with his sweaty armpit resting on my shoulder. The amount of times my toes got trodden on, and the amount of people who’s sweaty bodies rubbed up against me at one point or another, doesn’t bear reminiscing about.

And, in spite of all of that, this was by far the best concert I’ve been to. Sure it was expensive, but no more than Linkin Park golden Circle. And considering the show that we got out of it, the value for money was so much more with Gaga. The set alone was absolutely awesome, like a doll’s house that folded out in the form of a castle, let alone the 20 odd back up dancers, all the costume changes, additional props such as the ‘unicorn’ that she came out on, and the motorbike that she was practically a part of. The whole thing was a show, with a story behind it, narrated by a hologram on the right hand side of the stage. The choreography was pretty awesome – made me think how incredible it must be to be a back up dancer for someone of that stature, and all of the back up dancers also had several costume changes as well.

Anyway, enough of my waffling, check out the Edge of Glory – don’t worry about the picture, rather listen to the crowd taking over her voice.


A #bpdaily roundup

I thought it’d be fun to put together all the #bpdaily pics I’ve taken this year. Not as many as there should be considering the hash tag, but anyway…

Which is your favourite?








Nothing good ever happens without a fight















Where’s the inspiration gone?





Alcohol and Calculus don’t mix – Don’t drink and derive


Boys will be boys. And so will a lot of middle aged men


School is like a lollipop – it sucks until it’s gone


Every morning is the dawn of a new error


Thanks to @RobsieM for helping me out the day I missed goodie



Statistics mean never having to say you’re certain


Leave the past, Engage the present, Create the future




Storms make trees take deeper root




No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow




Acupuncture is a jab well done




Stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me


After the laws of physics, everything else is opinion


Chatterbox Digital Social Media Statistics – South Africa 2012

Just a little something from the guys at Chatterbox

Who’s Who on Facebook in South Africa

Facebook South Africa – Infographic

Lookie what I made: A look at the demographic of the Facebook users in South Africa

Facebook South Africa

[Based on stats from]

About to start “Killing Kebble”

Really looking forward to getting into this book. I have heard great things in spite of (or maybe because of) it looking into the dark side.


I’ll let you know how it goes.


To Wish Impossible Things

It seems every time I start writing one of these posts I get side tracked, save it as a draft and inevitably don’t get back to it until it’s no longer relevant…

Maybe I shouldn’t tell you that I started typing that intro about 3 weeks ago…

and so onto more relevant points and interesting facts that are still with the times… :)

I think that in the days after the world cup finished the whole country drew a collective breath and let out a long, slow sigh. Some of them were wistful, some of them relief, some just trying to breathe again i think! These days were filled with a post-successful World Cup rosy glow, in spite of the horrors of fresh xenophobic attacks all over the country. Something special definitely occurred during that month of unity and togetherness and it still hasn’t disappeared. I still see crs regularly, on my way to and from work, with mirror flags and waving car flags, houses that haven’t taken down their world cup decorations from their gates and a friendliness that, while inherent in Africans as a people, had been missing for a time in this place.

I’m battling to believe that it’s almost amonth on from all the excitement now – time isn’t just flying, it seems to actually be disappearing! But all in a good way – visits from my brother in the UK, trips to the beach, catching up with cousins and family friends, soon to be followed by a trip to The Ivory Tree Lodge game reserve in the Pielanesburg to make the most of a holiday trip that I won in Longevity! (So do keep entering those competitions – sometimes people actually do win them!!)

Work is great and the most exciting thing currently is the first local production of a TVC for one of our bigger clients, which is involving one of our copywriters, an art director and a creative director and which  just ‘warms the cockles of my heart’ and is basically ridiculously exciting! It just goes to show that this little company is capable of gigantic things – watch this space!

So the title of this blog post is borrowed from a song by the fab band The Cure and I reckon that it should be the theme for the week/month/year/life! Because honestly, if not… why not?!