My Vocabulary: Reminisce, the art of recollecting stupidity.

  So last night, while fighting off the demons of insomnia, I started recollecting past experiences of stupidity. I would, after last night, never again use the words “my friends” and “sanity” in the same sentence. It is true that your friends mould you in a way that no one else can, yes, your family plays a part but growing up with a bunch of crazies is the best thing that can happen to a boy. As Francois once said, “we are intellectually mature and still we are young at heart”.

 A few years ago, I was part of small incident regarding a two-metre Nile crocodile; we were recreating the live version of Steve Irvin’s Crocodile Hunter… It turned out well and we left the pond with only a gash in the arm and a bruised ego, and off course a pretty funny video… With the words “eina!! Jou ****”, as the crocodile bites into Janco’s arm… then hysterical laughter and something that sounded like Mutley, dog of Dick Dastardly.

The silly image of three cars, owned by three good friends standing next to the road after a bumper bashing at four in morning, vividly took over my brain. I, instantly, started laughing aloud. The specifics of the night seem to have dissipated after time, but what I can recollect is this. We were driving home after a good binge when we saw our friend on the side of the road; he drove right into the back of some idiot. While, being in the first car to pass, we slowed down to have a look, my good friend Marius drove right into the back of our car. So, imagine this, three friends driving to the same house, from the same place, standing on the side of Brooklyn Road, all of which is part of the accident scene.

While on the topic of cars, the following “recollection of stupidity” came to mind. “Was jou hare met bier of jy’s nie cool nie”, the song I sang while Bernard drove my father’s brand new Nissan Hardbody right into a Trumpet tree.

I think it is fair to say that I have indeed been part of a few stupid acts of insanity, not to mention the four metres of African Python we pulled out a hole, the mud fights after driving into a ditch, and the silly art of catching Impala at four in the morning, which Nicolai perfected. The fact of the matter is that even though times are tuff there are ways to enjoy every waking moment of every day. Finally, after having a good laugh in my bed on my own, I realized that reminiscing on your own is never truly reminiscence, you have to able to share it with friends.

So… who’s up for a braai?