Bafana out of Afcon but action still kicking off in PE

FEBRUARY is so much better than "Januworry” for a party girl like your Skinnerbek, and last week started with a comedy show, Adapt or Fly, by Pieter-Dirk Uys aka Evita, a South African institution.

In his show he mentioned the sacrifice Port Elizabeth had to make to co-host the Afcon soccer tournament: "You sacrificed your infrastructure, engineering, human settlements and public health budgets, so if anything goes wrong during the next few weeks, at least you will always be a die-hard soccer fan”.

Funny but true. And it is healthy to not take ourselves too seriously.

Attending the show were fellow media personalities including Algoa FM radio hosts Charl Leslie and Carol-Ann Kelleher. (Listen, this woman has a perpetual youth fountain. I want what she is having, and she is still as beautiful inside and out.)

After the show I was chatting to Pieter, a humanitarian especially vocal about the scourge of HIV/Aids and freedom of speech. Darling, if the latter goes, I will not be able to dish the dirt for you about any of our politicians and their shenanigans – and you know they have them aplenty!

On Friday, hip hop DJ Ralf Gum played at Liquid Lounge and people were allowed to dress in their soccer jerseys. Thando Manana was dressed in a Bafana Bafana jersey and jeans, and his business partner Lonwabo Tsotsobe looked yummy in designer jeans and a white T-shirt.

Ladies came out in droves with both cheap and expensive weaves; some in killer heels which they later swapped for flat shoes – can’t keep up now ladies?

I also saw a random girl dressed in a skimpy number falling about on the dance floor and flashing her undies. Sisi, I won’t drop names for now but next time remember a lady should also have self-respect.

Moving right along to worthy staff I must say Titus from NMB tourism is such a darling. He made sure everyone was well taken care of, but honey, leave the dancing routines to us!

I also spotted Pakes of Ndizalelwe Ebhayi looking fly in his yellow checkered shirt, bow tie and black pants. Some guys could learn a thing or two from his dress sense.

On Saturday, as the thoroughbreds were racing around at the J&B Met in Cape Town, I dressed down for a soccer match in our beautiful city.

My story was that I wanted to enjoy the games after all the sacrifices PD said we have made. And: "Ouch!” What a beating the Cape Verde team received. How it must have hurt in the last minute of their game.

Later I ended up at the Boardwalk Action Bar where the amazing Charmaine Allison was on stage when patrons were commiserating Bafana Bafana being kicked out of the tournament. Yours truly – not bothered by it – was there for some booty shaking.

Celebrating her curves in a beautiful but clingy multicoloured and horizontally striped ensemble, hair scraped back in a ponytail, Allison was a vision. She belted out tunes from yesteryear ranging from Whitney Houston to some old Motown tunes. Soon the game was thing of the past as we shook what our mamas gave us.

On Sunday we decided to mingle with the locals at Esporweni Jazz Lounge. There was nothing fancy, just a bunch of guys watching soccer. SAB had a promotion but people were so focused on the soccer match.

I wanted to take a nap on one of the couches but luckily DJ Skee kept me awake with his house beats.

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