Massacre the Stones

Wow, that went by in a flash! Almost a year to the day since posting the last blog. It got a bit demanding so I let it slip for a while. There's so much else going on. You have now so many things to do with your devices that blogs are becoming anachronistic. Anyway, here a local band is massaccring songs by the Stones, Beach Boys and Tom Jones in the Square, sounds amplified by the incoming wind. Usually it's a song and dance troupe doing seemingly endless renditions of Shoshaloza for tourists, bussed in by the load by Springbok Atlas or Megacoach. Many are here to view the hateful penguins. Some Capetonians remember stunning rock-climbing at the pre-historic Boulders Beach, just around the corner. Alas, no more. 4000 aptly-named jackass penguins have taken over. They even get a mention on Google Maps. Getting back to the music, the best is two guys on sax and banjo - my earliest memories of this little haven, who still strike up with tikkiedraai on Saturday mornings, their sound oscillating on the airs. Out in the bay I count 5 Persil-white-sailed yachts, zigzagging before the start of the weekend regatta. False Bay Yacht Club is eloquent testimony to the folly of boat-ownership. You can count at least 250 yachts and more than a few gin palaces moored in the marina, yet the average turnout on a weekend, with perfect conditions, is about 5 and on many weekends, nary a vessel on view! The human race is supine :-). The QSL is from little Comores Islands, heard here in 1969 on the 90mb.