April 2003 Archives

This Easter holiday I'm headed back "home" to Cape Town for a series of gigs at the Comedy Warehouse. Then I'm going to spend the weekend with my family so that I can share at least some of the pain that Jesus suffered on the cross. Cape Town has a unique link to Easter's big kosher brother, Passover. The residents use it as an annual reminder to think about finishing that bridge that ends in mid-air, halfway over the city. Drinking and driving is dangerous, but the City Bowl road system is ample warning of the hazards of taking acid while town planning. Of course, local Passover celebrations are adapted to suit our mental landscape too. Nobody smears blood on the doorposts anymore, the armed response sign is all the warning you get.

Isn't it great that British troops in liberated areas of Iraq are swapping their helmets for berets in order to present a less intimidating image to the locals? I'm sure they look positively cuddly. Makes you want to rush up and give that non threatening invader with the bayonet and assault rifle a big ol' hug. Just like daddy would've done if he hadn't detonated himself by accident when he hit that damned pothole.

Somewhere safe from shots fired in anger... (Personally, I've never been shot at by anyone who wasn't at least mildly pissed off.) ...the strategists are celebrating wildly: