I ARRIVED AT ST YVES (TEMPORARY HOME OF THE FISHIES) A FEW HOURS EARLY TO A RATHER CHILLED AND SUBDUED ATMOSPHERE. THE SUN WAS BLAZING ITS WAY ACROSS THE SURF, (BREAKING JUST A STONES THROW FROM THE VENUE) KISSING ALL THE EARLY FISHEAD ATTENDEES AS THEY SIPPED ON AN ASSORTMENT OF COCKTAILS & OTHER DELIGHTFUL BEVERAGES, BANTERING BACK AND FORTH ABOUT THE PREVIOUS NIGHTS FORTUNES AND (MIS) ADVENTURES. BUT AS THE SUN RETREATED INTO THE ABYSS A STRANGE THING OCCURRED, IT WAS AS IF ALL IN ATTENDANCE WAS BEING MAGICALLY BAITED TOWARDS THE DANCE FLOOR, (WHICH FOR THE PRECEEDING HOURS ONLY HAD A RANDOM GUY IN PINK SHADES AS ITS PATRON) ALL CIRCLING AROUND THE SAME HOOK; AND BOY ‘O BOY THAT HOOK CERTAINLY CAUGHT MORE THAN ITS LEGAL QUOTA. FOR AS THE HOUR DROPPED AND ONE OF SA’S HOTTEST COMODOTIES SINCE MS BALLS CHUTNEY (IF YOU DON’T KNOW BY NOW ITS GOLDFISH) MADE THEIR PRESENCE KNOWN THROUGHOUT THE FISH BOWL, EVEN THE BURLIEST OF RUGBY PLAYING BLOKE TO THE NAUGHTY LIBRARIAN BY NIGHT, WAS IN WAY TOO DEEP AND SOAKING UP ALL THAT HAS BECOME SYNONYMUS WITH SUBMERGED SUNDAYS.
THE MULTITUED OF FISH HEADS PRESENT WERE AS COLOURFUL AND DIVERSE AS THE TRAX THAT WERE RYTHMICALLY BEATING ACROSS THE OCEAN WHICH LAY BEFORE THE 2 GIFTED SOULS WHICH MAKE UP GOLDFISH. THE USUAL PRETENCE WHICH COULD SO EASILY CREEP IN WAS TOTALLY CAST ASIDE AND AS I WAS MERRILY GYRATING ACROSS THE FLOOR, THE BANTER(WHETHER IN DUTCH,XHOSA,RUSSIAN OR SIMPLE ENGLISH) WAS MORE A MUTUAL CONSCENSES OF “I CANT GET ENOUGH…” OR “I’LL DEFINITELY BE HERE NEXT YEAR SAME TIME!”
ALL THE HEAD BOPPING AND HIP SWINGING CERTAINLY DOES WORK UP A SWEAT THOUGH AND I WAS FORCED TO CATCH A BREATHER OUTSIDE(THOUGH STILL SNEAKILY TAPPING MY FEET TO THE BEAT AS I JUST COULD NOT GET ENOUGH OF THE LINE BEING STRUNG OUT BEFORE ME) . UPON MY RE-ENTRY BACK IN THOUGH, SPACE ON THE FLOOR HAD NARROWED AND AT THIS POINT THE SET WAS CLOSE TO ITS CONCLUSION, BEARING TESTIMONY TO THE FACT THAT A CONSISTENTLY GOOD SET( DID I JUST SAY, GOOD? HMMMM, DEFINITELY MEANT GREAT) WAS BEING PLAYED AND YOU COULDN’T HELP BUT FALL AGAIN AND AGAIN,HOOK LINE AND SINKER.
INDEED THE APPEAL OF THE FISHIES ARE UNIVERSAL, EPITOMISING THAT OLD CLICHÉ THAT MUSIC TRANSCENDS BOUNDARIES AND AS LONG AS THE LADS KEEP THROWING THEIR NETS FAR AND WIDE, THE DISCIPLESHIP ATTACHED TO THE TWOSOME WILL CONTINUE TO SPREAD AROUND THE WORLD.
IN THE MORNING AFTER, I STILL CLOSE MY EYES AND TRANSCEND TO A PLACE A PLACE
(THIS IS A TOTALLY UNBIASED PIECE AND ALL PUNS ARE NOT INTENTIONAL…SCOUTS HONOUR)
KOENIE WORX :)
