you get a real musical bargain. This week in a record shop I found vinyl copies of Pink Floyds Dark Side Of The Moon and Wish You Were Here for a fiver each. Both are in pristine condition and both sound brilliant. I now own five copies of DSOTM and this 1973 vinyl pressing knocks even the high definition SACD one into a cocked hat! The production of DSOTM - as well as most other PF albums - was of such a high stnadard that most bands dont even come close to it today! :thumbs:

You find music in your CD collection which you never even realised you had! For the last few weeks I ahd been wanting to buy a Neil Young album called Tonights The Night. Earlier this week whilst taking a dig through my CD's I found a copy of said album! I must have bought it ages ago and never listened to it!

A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "how heavy is this glass of water?" Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g.

The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it. If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance. In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."

He continued, "And that's the way it is with stress management. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on. As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again.

When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden."

"So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you're
carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can. Relax; pick them up later after you've rested. Life is short. Enjoy it!"

And then he shared some ways of dealing with the burdens of life:
Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.
Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.
Eat a live toad in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you for the rest of the day.
If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably
worth it.
It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
Never buy a car you can't push.
Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't
have a leg to stand on.
Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
The second mouse gets the cheese.
When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and ome are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors but they all have to live in the same box.
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Happiness comes through doors you didn't even know you left open.

TO BELIEVE IS TO CARE . . . TO CARE IS TO DO

Daar ís voëls in die Kaap - by rioolplase!
Cecile Cilliers

Ek bly lekker in die Kaap, al waai die wind en al is dit bitter warm in die somer en al is dit op die oomblik verskriklik droog.
Maar ek mis die voëls. Ek mis vroegoggend se voëlgesang, die tip-tol se getjommel, die kuifkophoutkapper se wekkertjie en die rooikop se tweemansfluit. Hier is daar nie bome nie - watter boom kan regop staan teen hierdie wind? - en daarom is die voëls min. Ek tel in my omgewing miskien vyf verskillende soorte; in Linden se groot tuin was daar minstens tien keer soveel.
Daarom het ek my aangesluit by 'n voëlklub en Sondagoggend was dit ons eerste uitstappie - na Paarl se voëlreservaat. Wat toe 'n rioolplaas was, die werkinge waarvan ek liewers nie sal beskryf nie.
Maar naas daardie ongure damme (waarop daar meeue en eende dobber - voëls het g'n oordeel nie, 'n hoender is immers 'n dom ding), was daar koel bome langs helder water, groen gras, digte riete en baie voëls.
Die leier van ons bende was 'n fyngebeitelde jong man, rietskraal en taai van die buitelewe en op 'n manier twee-dimensioneel, soos 'n tarentaal twee-dimensioneel voorkom.
Sy voëlkennis is verstommend, en sy vinnige oog 'n belewenis. 'n Trop voëls vlieg hoog verby, en die kenners (en daar was baie van hulle), kyk op en "muisvoëls", sê hulle.
Maar hy kyk verkyker en al op: rooiwangmuisvoël, verklaar hy beslis.
Hier is alles natuurlik Engels, en hy sê dus eintlik red-faced mousebird; ek moet vinnig vertaal om by te hou. En tot my ergernis is hulle (wie's hulle? hoor ek my ma se stem, maar ek weet nie wie hulle is nie) besig om die voëlname te verander. 'n Dikkop, al die jare ook in Engels 'n dikkop, is nou 'n thick-knee - ek bid jou aan!
Die son was bloedig warm, maar in die voëlskuiltes, langs die water, was dit koel en stil. Almal sit rustig, verkyker voor die oë, maar wag ook soms vir uitsluitsel, veral ek. Want die watervoëls wat verbykom is vir my dikwels baie vreemd.
Ek sien vir die eerste keer 'n bloubekeend (Maccoa duck), 'n teeleend met sy pienk snawel (Cape teal), en die grootriethaan met sy lang rooi bek. Ek verwonder my aan die groot troppe witvlerksterretjies wat aan die bymekaarkom is, reg om te trek.
Hulle sal waarskynlik in Pole gaan broei, sê die een wat weet.
Slanghalsvoël, witborsduiker, rietduiker - hulle is almal daar langs en in die water, en terwyl ons kyk, wurg 'n rietduiker 'n groot vis al wriemelende af. (Ultimate sushi, lag die kok onder ons.) In die riete sit tot vier klein kuifkopvisvangers naby mekaar - bruin en blou juweeltjies teen die groen. Ek leer die kuifkopdobbertjie onderskei - hy hou sy kop met die kuifie so effe agteroor, weliswaar 'n veel kleiner weergawe, maar kompleet 'n gompou in die Kalahari!
Ek dwaal alleen af, kry 'n toegegroeide paadjie al langs die water, maar die water onsigbaar agter die digte riet. Daar is min om te sien - 'n tarentaal of twee, en onverwags, 'n wildemakou op pad water toe. Maar dis nie stil nie. 'n Golf van klank spoel deur die riete: ek kan weinig onderskei, ek het nog so baie om te leer, maar verlustig my in die klanke, skril, skerp, gedemp, en onmiskenbaar, die woem, woem van die bleshoenders.
Volgende maand gaan ons in Kirstenbosch roofvoëls kyk!

Some of the ones that give me goosebumps are...........

"The living years" by Mike & The Mechanics.
"Africa" by Toto.
"Amazed" by Lonestar.
"Sailing" by Rod Stewart.

I could probably name a few more too but thought I'd just mention the above as they are the first that came to mind.

I am looking for a recipe for a Cape Malay pastry that I had many many years ago. It was a pastry/sweet pie filled with coconut flavoured with a cinnamon syrup. Very very nice indeed.

If anyone has a recipe for this I would be very grateful for it.

Got this bit of info via my mom. Apparently houseplants can increase the risk of respiratory infections due to the bacteria and fungi that grow in the potted plant's soil.

Now, like my mom that is not really sufficient reason to chuck out my houseplants but I was wondering if anyone else had heard about this?

Jan, for some reason that game really does suit you



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The new Chopper Challenge Champion

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just when TheDuck thought it may be worth getting 1800 a certain YeboSA moves the goal posts

even if Pronks doesn't what a waddling quack playing games



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Oi!! Ash are you used to whacking penguins all over the place?

We don't get that much practise this side of the pond



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