Since Telkom installed an ADSL line in Dorsbult, only four years after the town council paid for it, the manne have become wise to the pleas of Nigerian princes inviting them to baby-sit billions of dollars for a small fee.
But this week we were caught off guard by an e-mail involving a Liberian war widow, asylum and $15-million. And who wouldn’t be, getting a letter written by a Mr Klip Drift of the Klip Drift Consultant Agency in ”Santon”? Lemmer kids you not.
I’d like to thank my party …
When Fikile Beebopaloola, president of the ANC Youth League, puts his thoughts on paper, rain forests vanish. Fortunately, the unanimously elected leader of the free teenaged world has the Web, and these days the only thing being pulped, bleached, rolled thin and cut up is the patience of his readers.
But Lemmer came out of a jargon-induced coma to register a curious opinion in this week’s gospel. Tsotsi’s triumph at the Oscars was extra special, said Beebop, because it grew out of a cultural wasteland blasted largely by the ”American junk” that had been ”projected to millions of homes” across the country.
So which is it? Is the Oscar a meaningful award, or the epitome of everything repulsive about American cultural imperialism? Lemmer’s not sure you can eat your after-party cake and have it.
Running dry
The drought in Zimbabwe must be worse than we thought: a website offering tourist flights over the Victoria Falls allows you to book any dates, as long as those dates fall between 2003 and 2005.
Giant Surprise No.1
According to the BBC, the United Kingdom is ”unlikely” to meet its target of reducing CO2 emissions by 20% by 2010. Any more of this, and Lemmer’s trust in Tony Blair might start wavering.
Giant Surprise No.2
His one-way ticket to The Hague booked, Liberian poephol Charles Taylor ”disappeared” in Nigeria on Tuesday. Who could have foreseen such a daring deception?
Giant Surprise No.3
A day after the $16-million heist at Johannesburg International airport, the cops came to the considered opinion that it may have been an inside job.
No shit, Sherlock.