Finally a coffee shop with free wi-fi and its 2:30pm. Seems like South Africa is still getting used to the idea of the internet and we purchase the amount of gigabytes we use per month. Alas, I have consumed every morsel of the March quota and am now forced to find establishments that support the concept of a writer who needs internet, ALL THE TIME. Never fear, its almost perfect, except for the weird stares from locals, the beggars who keep on asking me to by cheap shit from China and the fact that "Time to say goodbye", the PAN PIPE version is on repeat. At least the coffee is hot. So whatever, fuck it. It's Monday.
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| Sean Connery in a wedding dress |
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Album covers used to look like this.
And the best of them all here is proof that sometime in a galaxy far far away, a man named Freddie Mercury rocked out on the shoulders of Darth Vader. (Oh ps. Vader in Afrikaans means Father. Just saying.)
Man. That shit is cool.
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