The Rand Club…in jeans

Yesterday I had lunch at the Rand Club as a guest of the City of Joburg…wearing jeans…oops! Anyways they didn’t seem to mind too much about that although I did get a few snooty looks from some of the members, either that or their caviar smelt funny.

I thought since the Club is always seen as this ‘secret society’ and only a few are ever lucky enough to get a peek inside I would snap a million photos to show you guys. Alan Lambert, Food and Beverages Manager at the club was kind enough to take me on a quick tour of the club and impart some of his extensive knowledge of its history, I even got to relax for five seconds in the Library, which is not only the coolest room in the entire building but also the Clubs pride and joy.

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entrance

The most beautiful skylight set in the biggest entrance hall ever. And the stained glass is all made in SA!

The most beautiful skylight set in the biggest entrance hall ever. And the stained glass is all made in SA!

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The library dates back to when the Club was opened and contains over 10 000 books

The library dates back to when the Club was opened and contains over 10 000 books.

The Club is filled with awesome little details like this: a row of shelves in the library has been cleared so you can put your feet up and relax.

The Club is filled with awesome little details like this: a row of shelves in the library has been cleared so you can put your feet up and relax.

Would love to get my nose stuck into some of these.

Would love to get my nose stuck into some of these.

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Shot of the library from the door

Shot of the library from the door.

The Club has an entire hall for snooker...it does happen to be lined with the heads of various animals so it's a little creepy

The Club has an entire hall for snooker…it does happen to be lined with the heads of various animals so it’s a little creepy.

rudyard

Perhaps my favorite part of the whole tour/lunch was the story of Rudyard Kipling and the Rand Club which apparently inspired his poem If.

Hello new home!

Last week I moved into the most amazing building …which would account for the lack of posts! One day I will get this right.

Anyway, the building is in the beautiful suburb of Killarney and has pretty much the best view ever. Randlords aint got nothing on me. We are still in the process of getting furniture and unpacking but I thought I would share a few pictures of what it’s looking like so far.

Welcome to Interlaken:

Claudi aka German and Kate my flatmates.

Claudi aka German and Kate my flatmates.

Love Jozi key rack...to go with the view

Love Jozi key rack…to go with the view.

The view...a little hard to see but you get the picture

The view…a little hard to see but you get the picture.

Bookcase  filled with various odds and ends from our travels

Bookcase filled with various odds and ends from our travels.

Honer from Germany, camera from Russia and the head was a houswarming gift from my Mom!

Honer from Germany, camera from Russia and the head was a housewarming gift from my Mom!

Cats!

Cats!

Pretty little things for a pretty little kitchen

Pretty little things for a pretty little kitchen.

Cant wait to cook up a storm in here

Cant wait to cook up a storm in here

Soon we will fill you!

Soon we will fill you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rod the British Buddha

Earlier this year I met the most wonderful man, one whom I nicknamed (in my mind) Rod Stewart. He is probably one of the most brilliant minded people I have ever met and we both helped each other through some hard times. I like to think of him as a British Buddha as he always has the wisest things to say for any situation.

He’s moving back to the UK this December and wrote me the sweetest poem in parting.

 

I met a girl called annabelle

I wouldn’t say I knew her well

But having met her

I would say

She brightened up the darkest days
and what support,

from one so slight

her mind her tool

the pen her might

Rod

 

All the best. A.B.C!

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enmasse..touch my body!

When you touch a body, you touch the whole person, the intellect, the spirit, and the emotions and damn enmasse have got this down.

Last week I was given a massage voucher for my birthday, because apparently I’m always complaining about my neck pain caused by long hours spent staring at my computer screen slaving away…and writing fantastic articles for you of course.

The voucher was for an hour’s Thai massage at enmasse, my new favourite place…Topshop move over!

Having been to Thailand numerous times and had my fair share of massages not just in S.E. Asia but South Africa, ladies and gentlemen I have found a winner.

Not only is the décor simple and chic but the massage was truly the best one I have ever had. My favourite part of the whole experience (after the massage of course) was that once you have had your treatment there is no one rushing you out of the door, clients are in fact encouraged to hang around and enjoy an amazing selection of teas.

They are open till 10pm also so its great for losers like myself who work all the time, the concept is a kind of walk in change your life, stay for as long as you want, we work around your lifestyle vibe.

So if you are wandering what to get that special person, or actually anyone, for Christmas, get them an enmasse experience…NOW!

Watch their video to get a better idea of enmasse: 

 

Contact details:

Phone: 011 880 3020 (after hours 082 907 6267)
Email: Illovo@enmasse.co.za

Entrance & private parking in courtyard behind building off Corlett Drive, Unit 14, Illovo Junction, 1 Corlett Drive (corner with Oxford), Illovo, 2196

You’re Back…I’m not Snow White

You’re back, and you announce it to me via text or email or Facebook message or skywriting or carrier pigeon. “Hey,” you write. “I’m back.”

Oh. How nice. How nice for you. I…I don’t know how I’m supposed to react.

Did you think that when you left, I froze? That time stood still and I just stayed exactly the same in exactly the place you left me? Did you think I wasn’t upset, wasn’t moved, wasn’t changed by your leaving and the way you left? Did you think I just went, “Oh, okay. I’ll wait here” and plopped down and twiddled my thumbs and waited for you to return?

I am different than when you took off. I was alone and I was sad and I picked myself up, dusted myself off and kept on. Well, what was I supposed to do? Go to sleep? Hibernate? Go into a coma? Die? Was I supposed to die? And then rest in a coffin in the forest and wait for you to come back and kiss me and wake me up? Am I Snow White?

At first, I waited for you. Maybe intentionally.  Maybe just because I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. I convinced myself that you were coming back and it was me you were coming back for. I convinced myself I could hold out, and that if I just remained pristine and perfect, I’d be preserved for when you returned. But then, time went by and I moved on. You have no right to come back and expect me to just drop everything like we were a book you get to just put a bookmark in and return to whenever it’s convenient for you.

There is no bookmark. My story continued without you.

Is this a TV show? Did they just want to stir up my storyline for sweeps or a season finale? You used to be a series regular and then you thought maybe you could do movies or something so the writers wrote you out of the show. Then, a season later, your movie career failed and you asked to be written back in and so the writers shoe-horned a reason for you to just show up at the coffee shop and voila! You’re back!

But here’s the rub: you missed a whole season. Maybe I was given a new love interest or maybe I went through some trying “Very Special Episodes” but either way, I am not the same. You can’t just expect me to be the same.

I’m not even mad at you. I’m sorry if it seems like I’m mad. I’m just frustrated by all this. A big part of me wants to run into your arms and never let go. A big part of me wants to resume everything as normal. A big part of me wants to believe you’ll never leave again. Will you ask me to wait for you this time? I want you too, but I’m also scared.

You were like an imprint in a car seat or a divot in the sand. I knew you’d been there, because you left a mark, but then you made a choice and you were gone. It really, really hurt.

You’re back, you tell me. And you want a response, a reaction, something, but I feel too many emotions at once to figure it out. Can I both slap you and kiss you? Confuse you the way you confused me?

I’m sure we’ve both changed. I bet you’re also unsure and tentative. You have so much you want to tell me, so much to share. Where do you even begin? Where should I even begin?

But it’s halfway through the next season and even the writers can’t salvage this one and I don’t want them to. Let me enjoy my happy ending this time.

I’m not Snow White…