A laugh or two...

Hello, fabulous people!

It is true, being awesome is time-consuming, but here, right to your computer screens is the latest update from my life....

Last week was great, on Monday we found all the Coloureds and Indians of East London when a couple of us went to watch Riaad Moosa at the Guild. He's a Cape Town-born Indian stand-up comedian, who is also co-incidentally a qualified doctor, and very very funny – brilliant at accents

I hadn't laughed so much in ages and the audience was loving it – some of them were practically in tears they were in such hysterics.

So I spent most of Tuesday spontaneously giggling to myself – to lots of skeefs from everyone around me.

On Wednesday evening Albert Frost was playing at Chandlers, and with much marketing on my part, a small group of went to go see him. As it so happens, two of my housemates were also there, thereby giving me a multitude of cool points in the house. Albert Frost is a blues guitarist who has played with the likes of Arno Carstens, Frosted Orange and is a fairly successful artist in his own right, and he did not disappoint.

He had at least six different guitars on the stage, including a 12-string and this awesome little machine where he could record a loop of music and then layer it with other loops to create his own mini-band – all done live, this was very impressive to watch.

On Friday night, after drinks at Highlander, the musically inclined of us went off to the Presidents Lounge at the Cricket Stadium to check out Farryl Purkiss, another acoustic guitarist, who apparently has had songs featured in various ads and on Private Practice. Although we arrived l ate, we still had to sit through almost 2 hours of not-terribly impressive opening acts, in what at times felt like a school event – lot of school kids on holiday and rows of white plastic chairs, but we persevered and eventually he came on stage, also with one of those loop-recorder thingamagigs. Thankfully he was genuinely good and made the wait worthwhile and it was easy to see why he's so popular.

Saturday, after beaching and being accosted by many people handing out vitamin water, we all went to the Gonubie Farmers Hall for a sokkie – and Zoe, I know you probably wouldn't think it possible, but we were actually better than last time. They had put sawdust on the floor and I was wearing very smooth shoes, which would have been fabulous if I had been trying to moonwalk, but at times made it very difficult to look graceful and remain generally in the upright, dancing position, I survived the night unscathed. One of the guys there was from the UK and looked slightly shell-shocked at the whole thing, but even he got into it, though I think he may have dislocated my shoulder trying to do a turn!

The only major downer from Saturday was our alarm – which in recent weeks has become overly enthusiastic about our general security, and so goes through phases of switching itself on, generally while people are in the house and moving around to set it off again, this happened at 5am on Sunday morning. I had been so deeply asleep that that I managed to walk into the door trying to reach the alarm to turn it off – entering the code was a massive act of concentration and then having to explain to the alarm company that we weren't being robbed and that they really need to fix the problem was waaaay beyond my skills level at that point!

Sunday, half asleep and watching the rain, we boldly ventured out and ended up going to the aquarium (cute, the terrapin need to be cleaned) and then tried out Cafe Neo - very cool place, the décor is awesome, the service decent and the food more than edible. Definitely a shining light on East London's culinary landscape.

Anyways, that's all for the moment folks. Sounds a bit like a “My summer holiday” essay I realise, but hopefully I'll improve.

I'm in Cape Town next weekend – so exciting times there. Let me know if you guys are still alive!