A Fine Night

Ah Tina has put her best foot forward or is that her best voice forward. From the photos one will see that Tina and Jill Ramsbottom(is this correct T)Granville, fell out of that Mangoe Tree on Friday last. Nev was on top form as always, and the Gentleman of course. Wicks was sitting and thinking of his next poem. The last couple of photo's is how most of that crowd saw each other. Looks like we will be starting the Mangoe Tree Choir.

Those above are checking on the water pressure, John you are a good plumber, but your fire did work out fine.

This is now much later on in the evening. Everything was a bit hazy, not sure if was the beers or the singing that was going on.

Hey Brass you up to a run, its for a good cause, cause you can have beers after.

This is becoming the poets corner.

Thank John, the Blogs carry on!
By Sir Richard the Lionheart 20/6/2007

The Blogs has developed a pleasant atmosphere
With a friendly casualness, that is easy to wear.
Of course there has been a bit of energy put in here & there
By our erstwhile founder, with a lot of muscle and flair.

Dear John, we know, has a plumbers heart
So with ‘tap’ in hand he built a work of art.
A rock monument he built with genius of a visual Mozart
But he didn’t think to much about the connecting to the water part.

That is the beauty of youthful, enthusiastic innocence,
They work from the heart and not because it makes sense,
And trusting that nature will always find recompense.
(of course, a hundred meters away Graham Glass showed benevolence)

So now water we have, and an electric light!
All this John did, so that the Blogs would be right
The joy it gives is truly a wonderful sight
Although, if Eskom saw the wiring, they’d get an awful fright!

A table top is needed & is immediately addressed
Dear Kathleen produced a shaped top that’ll attract interest
But the quality of marble is undoubtedly the best
Now ‘tis up to John to set it up with his usual zest.

Although our region’s athletes are the reason for this meet
It is great to see all the children playing on the street,
While distant neighbours get a chance for their mates to greet,
And there is laughter, drink, and lovely things to eat!!

Tut, Tut and Oy Vey

I got to Makundu under the mango tree

And saw the runners who only amounted to three!

They were so excited to go and jog up the hill,

I have heard that this sport gives one quite a thrill.

But to those of us who are relatively sane (ahem)

We prefer less torturous physical pain!

Kathleen, Ben and Jess were off on their bikes,

Mother T, Georgie and I decided to have a gentle hike

We got back when the night had crept in

John tried to make a fire, but his forte is plumbing!

Good thing he had help then Jill uncorked her wine...

Oy vey were we in for a jolly fine time!

The Granvilles, Glasses, Whybrows, Schwaggas and me

Then Nev pitched and of course Bob, eventually!

Harry and Emmarentia dropped in for a drink

English isn't such a problem after one or two I think!

Wicks is off wheat, and staking the ground...

His metallurgical discoveries are rather profound.

Jill finished her 'grape juice' and then decided to steal mine...

I am grateful as I was beginning to have too much of a good time.

Neville got a wonderful 'how do you feel' from Jill

Everybody seemed happy on that verge of that hill.

The sausage, the steak, the mielie bread and chips,

The beers and wine, and of course the song on my lips.

The kids rushed around and played in the cane

Some of us got baptised by the fountain 'rain'

Next time I'm on juice as too vociferous I become

Ah well it's nice every now and then to let your hair down!

Slowly the people began to leave the logs

As some had planned an early morning jog

Cheerio until next time we all meet under the tree

A wonderful spot I'm sure we'll all agree!

The first month

Well we had our first month of logs. As I approached the log I saw John standing alone. I thought well that did not last long. I said to John well looks like it just us tonight. Craig phoned and said he was busy and could not make the run. Lousie said Nicholas would like to join John and I on his bicycle. Nicholas came down the hill with a Blue Mohican Hair style or was that a Roman Helmet with Blue Feathers. So John,Nicholas and I set off for our 4km, with Nicholas telling us at what speed we were running. The last 100m was an effort as John and I took turns pushing the bicycle. The three of us sat down and had a beer, well Nick had some Energade. John was not sure if he wanted to start the fire, he said, because there were only three of us there, yet I think John was worried about if he would be able to start the fire. Then Pete and Louise came down, pete had a flammable liquid of sorts which got the fire Going. Then everyone arrived. Rollo and Inky. Then Ian, Alice and family. Mark and Grumpy with more rug rats. Mark C and his gang. The kids had a ball, the sound coming from out of the dark and sugar cane would have chased away the Lions. The famous tap had water running this week. Once most people had left, Mark and Mark were adamant that we have shooters for goodnight cap. John used me as his coach, and the coach said we are running 20km at 5:30am on Saturday, so no night cap. What happened to those fit couple from the other side of the mountain. Tina hope you are ready to run this week. The Bobcat is welcome to start the fire for John, fire starting requires much effort that is rewarded with many tankers of a golden liquid. Hope to see you all this week.

Logs, Blogs or Jogs by Sir Richard

Logs, Blogs or Jogs

Much chatter about the Blogs and jokes about the jogs,
All because young Johhno had cut up some logs.
His job complete, he said “hey these can make a seat!”
So he put them in a circle all very nice and neat.
Now John and Cameron, who are not scared of a marathon,
Decided that the logs, should be their paragon.
They invited those that they thought were easy prey
So Ian and Merek were there, come next Friday
Although Ian is light, he is no slouch for might
While Merek has enough guts to put a lion to flight.
“Scenic but rough” was Ian’s choice for the tough
Our two stalwarts were ok, but Merek said “enough is enough.”
Meanwhile those who have more brains than brawn
Were not sitting around looking forlorn -
On bike, Kathleen road, while Pie giggled for being towed
And young Ben tread peddles in a very fast mode
Old Wicks and Jill who live on the hill
Thought a brisk walk that evening would not kill.
And then there are those who would talk rather than walk
And they are usually not scared to remove the bottle’s cork
A success it would seem if you looked at the scene
One of the joys one gets for living out a dream.


29th May 2007.

The Blogs by Sir Richard

The Blogs


The nature of mankind is to collect and commune,
But frustration with one another can intervene too soon
A meeting place is necessary that is common ground to all
I place where families can meet, whether big, large or small.
“Impossible” you say, because in nature we’re so diverse
And that, of course, would seem to be humanity’s curse.
Yet clubs are formed and good money is spent
For people to join with hopeful intent.
With exercise and party, as the major call
Yet it is often very difficult to be able to please all
That is why it was found, for those who like to ride, walk or jog
That there is a sense of freedom, to drink a beer while sitting on a log.
No one is held responsible for house keeping, so to speak
And the odour from sweaty armpits does not tend to reek
Logs circled around a fire that is built on the inside
Can be quite warming and great for meat that’s “braaied”.
A place where men and women unite with their children and some dogs.
This ring of logs in our block, we now call “The Blogs”
Exclusive to those, who with their community, would talk.
And a jolly good excuse for those who like to run, ride or walk.
“On on!” is the runners cry all around the world,
Some with banners, and some with flags unfurled.
But come the time when the run is done
There’s a very good reason to have family fun.

By a Blogs Bard
28th May 2007.

I see a full moon rising...

A much warmer start to our third Friday Bloggers logs. Everyone seems to be loosening up, including Merek who is, well, um, no longer soo stiff.... The runners headed off to damn empty aka dam 7 and completed their bit in good time. The rest of us did a combo cycle walk- a leisurely chat and amble.

We all gathered back at the logs as the red moon rose over the sugar cane. A beautiful moment reminding us why we all enjoy life not in the fast lane...... Perhaps it was all enhanced by John's dried weed (of wisdom -?) kindling in the fire..??

A record crowd- some of whom were suspiciously absent in earning their cans...(BOB, JohnR... But that is expected from a landy owner and a yank...)

Talking of landy owners: far-flung would be B-Loggers (Brass, show us your metal) celebrated their 40th B-day! We had a drink for you too! Have a good one!

Well, from us alcoholics with a running problem (thanks Cam)

See you next Friday STSP (Same time same place...)