Blue Seas

John Dykes: Welcome and good evening! The FIFA World Cup South Africa 2010 is coming to and end tonight. Spain and Holland will battle for the cup tonight, after the spectacular Closing Cermony at Johannesburg. I'm here with our experts Shebby, hello. And Steve. Good evening Steve! And of course our special guest, err, Paul! *points to orange octopus in tank* So, Shebby, what do you think of tonight's Dutch formation? Shebby: Um, a 4-3-1-2 is always a dicey formation. Even though I must say they have seen success with it before. Steve: Yes, I mean it did go against Loew and his boys the other night. But the match against Uruguay, what a splendid performance! John Dykes: And Paul? What do you have to add to this? Paul: glub glub John Dykes: Very well then! That said, we'll take a short break and then we'll join you for the first half of the FIFA World Cup 2010 finals with John Helm, the commentator. Don't forget to tune in to the scintillating First H

The other day, I was going somewhere. I was walking. Or I may have been in the car. Or a cab. Yes, maybe it was a cab. There was a stop in front of the post-office. So my cabbie waited for the lights to turn. And I noticed a man sitting on the pavement in front of the post-office, perched on a lamp-post. He was selling guavas. The nice, paka yellow ones, the ones I like. Not the green ones which are hard to bite.  Except, that he wasn't doing much guava-selling at that particular moment. He had with him a long blunt knife, which he probably uses it to slice guavas for his road-side customers.  He didn't have any customers right then. It was in the middle of a very hot and sultry afternoon. There weren't many people out on the streets then. Not even in front of the post-office, which is usually very crowded. He was using his knife, to scratch . The back of his knee. It was not a pretty sight. To watch the grimy, sweaty guava-seller scratching the back of his knee, with

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What do you do? When your friends are either stalkers or nymphomaniacs. And your dog imitates your sleeping posture. And you're jealous of the fact that your brother gets warning notes from the teacher when you never did. And you have too many things to do, but all you can do is fiddle around on your blog. When your dad is convinced that if you write something on your blog, it's going to be 'stolen'. And your mum is addicted to Grey's. And you're dreading and waiting for college to start. What do you do? I wish that the only thing I had to do was write. No eating, no studying, nothing else required. Just writing. Oh yes, and sleeping. I'm partial to that.