Recently, I’ve only really been blogging when the mood strikes. That, it seems doesn’t happen too often, which is probably a good thing considering the wellspring of vitriol I seem to have of late. But then there’s today.

I’m currently sitting in my old home, at my old desk with my work laptop writing this post, meanwhile cursing MTN through my teeth (however much good that will do…) as I attempt to connect to the internet for the umpteenth time without success; or rather, some very marginal success if you can call connecting for a grand total of 10 seconds each time success.

I took some leave, booked flights and came to Cape Town on a holiday — pseudo holiday — with plans on how to spend the time. One failed opportunity later and I find my plans crashing down around me as the fulcrum on which they rested vanished. Thus I arrive at this point: boredom and so I blog… :)