We'll always be labelled as dirty, because it once was true, now everybody is quick to jump on the "saffers are dirty" bandwagon when they're not winning.

Doesn't surprise me that they earmarked Botha - he's one tough player. Dirty? I wouldn't say so at all, but tough, oh yes.

Not a big De Wet Barry fan, and I probably agree that he is dirty.

You gotta admit - they do have a point about Pretoria being boring. And the Bulls crowds. :crylol:

Ah well, Aussies and Kiwis are poofs.

Just came across this, purely by accident, but I found it really useful.

You can plan routes as any level, be it Sea Point to Rondebosch, or Cape Town to Johannesburg

http://book.tiscover.co.za/za/scout/arri...route.html

The UpWords Weekly Email Devotinal
MaxLucado.com/newsletter
2/8/06
__________________________
WHEN CHRIST COMES - - -
by Max Lucado

You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you
want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any
youÂ’ve ever heard fills the air. The sound is high above you. A
trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You donÂ’t know, but you want
to know. So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you
do, you see you arenÂ’t the only curious one. The roadside has become
a parking lot. Car doors are open, and people are staring at the sky.
Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store. The Little League
baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and
parents are searching the clouds.

And what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen.

As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A
brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None.
From whence came the light begins to tumble a river of color—spiking
crystals of every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding
on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through the
curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of
the sky. North. South. East. West. Thousands of silvery wings rise
and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear
the cherubim and seraphim chanting, “Holy, holy, holy.”

The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded
elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship.
Presently the movement stops and the trumpets are silent, leaving
only the triumphant triplet: “Holy, holy, holy.” Between each word is
a pause. With each word, a profound reverence. You hear your voice
join in the chorus. You donÂ’t know why you say the words, but you
know you must.

Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angels turn, you
turn, the entire world turns—and there he is. Jesus. Through waves of
light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a
great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He opens
his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration: “I am the Alpha
and the Omega.”

The angels bow their heads. The elders remove their crowns. And
before you is a figure so consuming that you know, instantly you
know: Nothing else matters. Forget stock markets and school reports.
Sales meetings and football games. Nothing is newsworthy. All that
mattered, matters no more, for Christ has come. . . .

A friend sent me this one :
http://www.greenleft.org.au/back/2006/656/656p19.htm
( hope this opens ? )
Any Bona Fidae comments would be highly appreciated !

Rustig reflekteer ons oor die pas afgelope jaar – 2005 .....

Dan tref dit my, ... die tsunami-beelde golf weer angswekkend oor my en bruis die jaar in... ons sit nog steeds op die planke en rommel op die voortstuwende swart waters...dit het nog nie tot stilstand gekom nie...ons kan nog nie die skade bereken nie...Maar dat iets groots gebeur het, is al wat ons weet!

Baie het getuig van die trilling van die aardbewing, sommige het op die strand gestap met die water wat so ver teruggetrek het – vreemd?; en toe die golf wat vinnig, te vinnig nader gebruis het ... te laat die besef van iets geweldigs
En so het ons ook die tekens gelees, daarmee saamgeleef, dag vir dag, maar nie werklik besef wat dit was totdat die golf ons meegesleur het met verdrinkende en verminkende spoed nie

Na 4 jaar in ’n nuwe kultuur, met ’n tiener – toe 13 en nou 17, het ons saam gestrompel-stap om “self” te vind met aanpassing, altyd die een wees wat anders is en anders praat - die uitlander; verborge, onuitgesproke pyn uitgedruk in agressie gedra in rebelse klere en agressiewe musiek; gsm’s, smsse, msn’s en chat rooms, die enigste belangstelling; blootgestel aan nuwe opwindende/angswekkende vryhede van ’n sosiale tienerkultuur sonder grense – saam rook, drink en deurnag fuif; die “kick” van betree en neem sonder om uitgevang te word; die knaende irriterende gehaper van skool, huiswerk en simpel reëls; samelewingreëls en riglyne van respek; uitbreek, alles probeer en pynlike gevolge dra ...
Te midde van ons eie stryd in aanpassing, oorlewing, elke dag jou vlieër in die wind gooi al voel dit soos vlieër vlieg onder die sitkamermat... Die stryd tussen meer vryheid gee en tog nog riglyne ... Die ewige, verwarrende stryd tussen genade en die wet ..., reputasie en vernedering...boeke wat sê, een plus een wat nie twee is nie...

Die oproep van die hospitaal was die aardbewing – die begin van iets groters wat sou volg!
Dan tref die golf ons net voor Kersfees met die polisie wat aan ons deur klop met vrae ...
verklarings, nog vrae ....

Ek dink aan dié groepie eilandbewonders wat die natuurtekens gelees het – die eeu oue stryd tussen die see en die land, en berge toe gevlug het totdat die see se woede gaan lê het. Húlle het die verwoestende golf oorleef.
Hoekom kon óns nie die tekens lees nie?

Nou besef ons die tsunami het ons getref en ons dryf nog saam op die water, wag totdat dit tot stilstand kom om skade te kan bereken,
herkenbare stukke op te tel
weer van vooraf te begin

‘n Moskee het bly staan onder die vernietigende geweld
Die ander pad, te midde van sonskyn en tsunamies, bring ons in Sy teenwoordigheid.

... to stuffed toys...



Help them

...next meets : 11.30 tomorrow , Thu , 9. Feb 2006 ,
at Hotel Vignette ,
Chaussee de Louvain , Tervueren/Bruxelles ;
Agenda : Currie Cup , Carnival Party , World Day of Prayer...
See you there , then , jong ?

what a plonker

urfing: Oh what a day!!!

Travelled up to Boro in a minibus with 14 other Villa fans (part of the North West supporters club) and what an outing!!

We were superb and Boro absolutely awful......not a shot on target all day!!

They started with Viduka and Hasselbaink upfront and changed them both at half time.....Yakubu and Maccarone replacing them. Didn't help a jot!!

McCann and Davis were superb in midfield and Kevin Phillips was just sublime upfront......our best away performance for 2 seasons!! :thumbs:

Got home and watched Match of the Day and saw myself on telly, celebrating 2 of Luke Moore's goals!!

We stopped off at a remote pub in Kirkby Stephen (Cumbria) on the way home and really let our hair down....the Villa had done us proud!!!

Which major league baseball team picked future football greats John Elway and Dan Marino in the 1979 amateur draft?