Archive for June, 2011

Here comes the hotstepper…


2011
06.23

A new world record for dancing zombies was set in Nottingham on Friday 31 October 2008. The official count put the number of people performing Michael Jackson's Thriller dance at 1,227. Photograph taken by Stephen Wright, Radford.

Even zombies get down and dance! A new world record for dancing zombies was set in Nottingham on Friday 31 October 2008. The official count put the number of people performing Michael Jackson's Thriller dance at 1,227. Photograph taken by Stephen Wright, Radford.

A friend pointed out to me today that the fact that the door to my brand-new corner office (oooh swanky!) is next to a fire escape is actually quite serendipitous, what with the Zombie Apocalypse soon to happen. Call it good contingency planning: In Case Of Zombies Exit Here.
Which reminded me that I haven’t actually compiled my Zombie Apocalypse playlist yet – serious lack of forethought right there… Proper butt-kicking is impossible without a suitable soundtrack.
It works like this: you basically have to pick a song for ten different scenarios, and, if you feel like it, explain why you chose that particular song. So here goes…

1. First song: overall theme for the Apocalypse – Who else but The Doors’ The End – the funereal psychedelic drone of insanity and bleakness, with a Marlon Brandoesque figure lurking in the corner of the local McDonalds., slowly disintegrating and hungrily watching overweight patrons come and go… Until he lets go of his mop and… lunges…

2. Second song plays when you kill your first zombie – Hustle and Cuss – The Dead Weather. We’re gonna hustle to get by, cuss them damn zombies and lick on plenty of dust… Hopefully give them deadbeats a licking too. But not like that.

3. Third song plays when getting chased by a horde – Highway to hell – AC/DC. You can work up some proper adrenalin and speed to this, and still feel a rush of exhilaration. I’m alive! For now…

4. Fourth song plays when you have to kill your loved one –Letters to Cleo – Cruel To Be Kind. Yep. I’ve done my best to understand you babe, but your hickeys are getting seriously disturbing…

5. Fifth song plays when you find a group of survivors – Band Of Skulls – Friends. You don’t know them from a bar of soap and they’ll probably try to eat you at some stage, but hey, for now, they’re your friends.

6. Sixth song plays when you meet a new love interest – I cheated and picked three, I really couldn’t decide. The Kills – U.R.A. Fever. It plays shortly after said love interest was checked for and found innocent of any real fevers. Uncertain Times by The Raveonettes. After all, you’ll have to travel with this person in pretty uncertain times… Or The Pixies with Here Comes Your Man, managing to look manly while being all bloodied and running from a mob. And then you save him.

7. Seventh song plays when you have to make a final stand – Rolling Stones’ Sympathy For The Devil. Once again, upbeat grit to get your blood boiling and all synapses firing. I can see slow motion brain splatter and manic grins and lit cigars.

8. Song eight plays when you think you’ve survived it all: MC Hammer – You Can’t Touch This. Cos you can rock out with your blood-covered cocktails out, as a friend would say.

9. Ninth song plays when you discover a bite mark on you – Alanis Morissette – Ironic. Just too good to not use it. But then again, maybe The Eels’ Fresh Blood would work here too… “Sweet baby, I need fresh blood… Awroooo!” Or maybe I’m in the wrong horror movie here…

10. Tenth song plays over the end credits – Zombie by The Cranberries. Duh.

So go on, shoot with your playlists peeps!

That one time, at the vulture pit…


2011
06.14

Them vultures are coming for ya...

Don't be fooled. Those Cape Vultures are huge. Ginormous. They're gonna getcha...

I’ve been told that meditation will help me with various issues… Sleeplessness, relentless earworms, generalized chaos in the filing system that is my head, imagining that the rainspider hiding in my orchid is out to get me…

I now know that everybody encouraging me to meditate is actually trying to kill me.

It’s a conspiracy, I tell you. I should have seen it coming.

Cemetary angel in the Golden Gate park

Imagine being buried here...

So there I was, hauling ass up a really steep rocky incline in the Golden Gate nature reserve in the rolling country known as the Free State. (It’s not flat, I’m telling you!) Mission? Reaching the hallowed ground of a vulture feeding station. Vision? Cornering us a few Cape Vultures – and perhaps, if we’re lucky, some Bearded Vultures too. (Or as the French agricultural students quite charmingly put it in French accents that put my own to shame: Ze Gypaetus Barbatus!)

It’s bitterly cold. The type of cold that makes you head to your nearest Cape Union Mart and spend the equivalent of a year’s supply of shoes on a really ugly but very effective windbreaker-type ski jacket. I looked a bit like a version of the Michelin Man, but hey – at least I could still feel my lungs.

Cape vulture in flight

Another look...

It was also painfully beautiful. A stark, icy day filled to brimming with the bluest sky and absolute silence.

We reached the top with minimal brainfreeze and oxygen, startled a jackal and stood gawking at some seriously grumpy Cape Vultures picking between some grotty bones. They stared at us, then took flight… Only to circle around so low that I was pretty sure they were scouting for weak points and singling out the slow animals. Then they started winging their way to wherever huge birds with epic wingspans retire to rest…

Sighs of happiness all around, we scattered to take photos, lie down and stare at the sky, and just be for a bit. Almost by accident, I found myself assuming a cross-legged position at the top of the ridge. I’m guessing it could pass for Lotus and is probably quite suited to meditating.

And I just stared… At the sky, at some

Golden Gate visage

Tiny specks...

tiny birds hopping between the bones, at the plumes of grass imitating rippling satin sheets (cheese alert!). And then I closed my eyes, and listened. To the last remnants of a waterfall to my right. At said wind through grass. At the click-click sounds of a camera shutter. At nothing.

And then… I fell asleep. Which is quite an incredible thing for me to do – especially while sitting in an upright position. And I’m guessing that it would have been the most restful sleep I’ve had in a while, but for one thing – my head doing that sudden sleepy-jerking thing forward so hard that I pretty much overbalanced and nearly went gat-oor-kop down into the vulture patch.

Golden Gate panorama

Snow on the mountains...

So much for meditating. Heart hammering and cheeks flushing, I looked around frantically to see who’d noticed. No-one, luckily. But of course, now I’ve written about it.

So I’m guessing that finding my Zen, tapping into a calm place and truly switching off is actually a life-threatening endeavor for me. Nervous energy’s never had me tumble down a cliff yet, after all.