Looking North and Sallying Forth!

Today is Sunday, also known as Suicide Sunday.  If only I had those tendencies but I don't.  Nope, my lot in life is to toll on.  But let us dwell on happy thoughts, shall we?

 

Okay, let us recap because there are many bloggers out there who want the low down on my meeting with the ever ubiquitous Kyknoord...

 

Well, it started on Wednesday where he let it drop that he was going to be up in Egoli on business.  Being of katt-like nature I pounced on the opportunity to meet the illustrious man.  And to my disgust learnt that he would be occupying one side of the City of Gold and I would be on exactly the opposite side, far, far away.  Metallica being the charming worshipper of all music metal would not have been a trusty chariot to brave the crime-infested streets of our capitalist capital.

 

However, Kyk the Brave to the rescue.  The knightly man played tourist in his trusty white steed (it was white, I kid you not) and drove through.

 

Let's see, highlights of the evening...

 

On first meeting he looked at me and said: "You are taller than I imagined."

 

He kept spilling his coffee into his saucer.... oh, I am dead meat now!  Okay, okay, he spilt it twice, the third time it was the waitress's fault.  Hm, I wonder if I made him nervous.

 

He showed me the holes in his jacket incurred when he was fed a healthy helping of asphalt for breakfast a while ago.  When I asked if he would drop his rods and show me his scars, he gallantly said he would.  Stop swooning, ladies, we never got around to that.

 

We discovered a mutual penchant for "awful elephant jokes" as he called them in his blog.  Not to mention monkeys falling out of trees, baby jokes and swarms of Marmite.  And I was treated to a glimpse of his acting skills when he told me his favourite joke.  Excuse me while I collapse in a fit of giggles again.

 

We dissected my life, we dissected his life.  We laughed some more.  I got to hear all about Salman.  Only nice things, Salman, I promise!

 

So, there are many ladies out there wondering What Does the Man Look Like?  Hm, to divulge or not to divulge, is that the question?  He has lovely thick hair, just the right length to suit him, a mischievous smile, eyes that are either open and smiling or dark and brooding and tend to change with his mood.  Soft spoken, a perfect gentleman, a wonderful intellect and a deliciously dry sense of humour.

 

In a nutshell, as previously mentioned somewhere in the quagmire of my blog, I still want his brains to father my children!