Thor and IMAX premiere at Gateway

The lovely lady on my left is Estelle Sinkins, arts editor at The Witness.

After a crazy week of  general newsyness which comes from working for a large news machine - and cleaning (see previous post), it was lovely to have been invited to the Thor premier as well as the IMAX opening at Gateway. 

As usual the traffic to Gateway is hairy but once we arrived we were greeted by a lovely big cocktail and an assortment of really yummy finger foods ranging from burgers to fish and chips, pasta the list is endless and dahling - I helped myself. 

But the real treat was watching Thor on IMAX. We were told that four weeks ago the whole theatre was rubble. Tonight I sat in state of the art, world class entertainment. My seat was big enough to put my feet up (what a treat to be the first person to sit on that seat). The 3D glasses now look like snow goggles, but I am told that they are an upgrade for those who wear glasses as they fit perfectly over the frames.

So yes, I am a fan of the new IMAX and I am waiting in anticipation for The Hobbit which will be screened next year. 

Isn't she beautiful?

Mavis

I am so exhausted this morning. This is the norm for a Thursday as the beginning of the week is dedicated to Mavis. Mavis is our 'maid' for want of a better, less pregnant-with-apartheid word. Or to my mind: Wonder woman. Not only is she a good friend and mother figure, she literally whips my world into shape, leaving behind her a wake of order and a pleasant wood polish smell. Her name really is Mavis - this is not just me being an ignorant mlungu. 

It starts on Tuesday. All the laundry must be washed, ironed and folded back into the cupboard. The floors need to be scrubbed; mirrors and windows need to be polished. Dusting and scrubbing - it goes on all day and I actually enjoy it because I see it as my exercise. It has to be done on Tuesday because Mavis comes to clean on Wednesdays and we wouldn't want her to think we actually live like this. 

Although I spend all day cleaning, every Wednesday when Mavis walks in she clucks her tongue lets out a gasp and tells me she will have a long day ahead of her. I am so ashamed.

Veranda Panda and Goodluck at Tiger Tiger

I think this sums up the evening...

Good morning! I write with a hangover from the comfort of my bed after a rather pleasant evening.

I am reminded that it does not matter where you go as long as the company is good. I spend the evening with two new friends Liam and Jane who perform as Veranda Panda and did so last night at Tiger Tiger Pietermaritzburg. 

They got going after their set to play another club in Margate which left my friends and I dancing to Goodluck. 

It was only after being pushed around by the bouncers that I was reminded why I don't like club venues. Apparently there are people who have more privileges than others on the dance floor. One has to first filate the bouncer before he allows you the honour of being on his turf (I speak metaphorically of course). Too bad for him I was already gagging on my drink (I'm sure I asked for a gin and tonic). But I have met this bouncer before; he was the one who would not let a certain DJ into the club even after said DJ confirmed that he was actually playing the club.

I am not writing this with any bad spirit to anyone involved, but as a journalist I see so many stories where bouncers lose control and harm patrons and this kind of thing is unnecessary. I think that perhaps Mr big dick needs to come a few steps closer to earth so we can all just have a good time.

After all it was a good night and I daresay I shall be back (this is an unavoidable sad fact) but for now I am going back to bed. Thanks everyone you are awesome.