Music to
Bring the house
Down
ABOUT 200 of us were well and truly launched into festive mode the other evening by local group iGrandi Tenori at their Christmas Music Extravaganza, put on by Friends of Music at the Durban Jewish Club.
It was an awesome affair by this ensemble of highly talented vocalists, grand piano and string quartet, marred only by my blonde companion holding a knife to my throat to discourage me from singing along in accompaniment of Shani Mwelase in his lovely rendition of Danny Boy.
What a faultless performance this was, such practised musicality. iGrandi Tenori are youngsters – two of them still at school – and it seems they are about to embark on a wider world stage. They'll bring the house down wherever they go.
Ahem! Tonight I'll be singing my own much-acclaimed rendition of Danny Boy at the Street Shelter for the Over-Forties.
IF YOU think our political situation is currently fraught, just wait 'til next year when the politicos get into election mode. Reader Leslie Noble, of Brighton Beach, pens a few lines under the snappy title, "Current affairs (from Eskom) and Parrot Parasites (Polly Ticks)"
A custom has now started
In pre-election days
Of getting all light-hearted
In entertaining ways.
(Light-hearted, though, can only come
In rationed little lumps,
Between the periods when some
With shedding, Eskom dumps.
Though called 'Supply Commission',
Renaming should take place:
More like, 'Supply Omission'
Would tend to fit the case.)
Still, form a brand-new party
To benefit the trades,
Or yet another, tarty,
That can be joined by maids.
Next, maybe, comes a leader
Who will distil free beer;
Or some quite nasty bleeder
Just out to instil fear.
And then a party-party,
For partying all day,
Quite popularly start-y
For those who like to play.
A party for the San and Khoi,
Who want their land back, please;
And then one, purely to annoy
For paying legal fees.
And, come to that, a lobby
To bring back Zuma rule,
Where everybody's hobby
Will be to play the fool.
I don't suppose will come to pass
When those we will elect
Are best, ignoring race or class
As things of no effect.
READER Eric Hodgson supplies some linguistic twisters:
· The meaning of opaque is unclear.
· I wasn't going to get a brain transplant but then I changed my mind.
· Have you ever tried to eat a clock? It's very time-consuming.
· A man tried to assault me with milk, cream and butter. How dairy!
· I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. I can't put it down.
· If there was someone selling marijuana in our neighbourhood, weed know about it.
· It's a lengthy article about ancient Japanese sword fighters but I can Sumurais it for you.
· It's not that the man couldn't juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it.
· So what if I don't know the meaning of the word "apocalypse"? It's not the end of the world.
· Police were called to the daycare centre. A 3-year old was resisting a rest.
· The other day I held the door open for a clown. I thought it was a nice jester.
A-a-a-r-r-rgh! He supplies 21 of them. Enough, enough!
Tailpiece
TWO cowboys stagger out of a zoo, their clothes in shreds. One says: "This lion dancin' sure ain't as restful and relaxin' as they make out."
Last word
Democracy means that anyone can grow up to be president, and anyone who doesn't grow up can be vice-president.
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