hey Another 90 minutes on Hell's Highway - the N1 to Cape Town - this morning, so I missed the research meeting. It wasn't my unit presenting, though, so it was okay to miss it, I suppose. Saw Wim (but not his eyebrows) last night. All he had to say was "Guys... that's not cool." Justin reckons he's right. I do to, even though I seeded the idea and so I am partly to blame. But Wim is a bright lad, nailing first class marks in his sophomore year at university, and having know the clowns from the karate club who shaved him for as long as he has - like four or five years - he should know better than to pass out anywhere within a 5 mile radius of any of them. He got off kinda lightly - I'm sure had I not given them the eyebrows idea, he would have found himself buck naked in the street or over the neighbour's wall, probably with a "used" condom halfway up his backside ("used" as in filled with hand-cream. As a joke, of course), so losing an eyebrow or so is probably the lesser of the two evils. Apart from that, watched Sweden pound Bulgaria into dust last night. 5-0 final score - an ass-raping of note. Felt for the Bulgarians, who created chances but failed to capitalise in the face of a rampant Swedish team who are feeling practically bullitproof this morning, no doubt. But tonight is the big one - the Dutch take on the Germans in a replay of the 1974 World Cup final and I'm hoping the Dutch, who barely made it into the tournament, can get it right on the day and boot the Germans back to Berlin. The Dutch are such a quality side, but they just cannot seem to get it right these days. Hopefully they will tonight, though... and they have the Czechs on Saturday. So yeah... in other news, I have been asked by the chief instructor at our karate club to take all the classes this evening since he has family matters to attend to following the death of his brother. So I get to warp er.. train the kiddies (age 6-13) from 5:30 and then our big guns (14-100; although the oldest is only 33, apart from the instructor who is 59) after that. So by 8:30pm tonight I shall have an army of minions, created in my image, to do my evil bidding. Watch out for your eyebrows, world; here we come. In theory, after that, I am heading back out with my old school mates to Cubana (remember Cubana from the 3rd entry in my diary called "it's monday and I'm ok"?) so I will this time threaten Andrew with death should he even attempt to touch my mobile phone after the Claire fiasco of last time. On second thought, since the Dutch are playing tonight, maybe I'll fake a karate injury and blow them off. And it's a holiday here tomorrow, so I get to sleep late. I'm ditching my kids for the day to allow this; unfortunately, have to be in Hell's Video Store tomorrow night :( laters