Another great New Year’s Eve it was, but this year the Smits weather was churlish, with a Strong Winds to Moderate Gale keeping us battened down indoors, doing Sudokus, reading out of date newspapers and struggling with a 1000-piece jigsaw ...
There were fishermen ...
But no fish.
There were giant oil rigs ...
But no oil.
There were girls ...
But hardly any belles [just a few].
There were boys ...
But no SuperBoy.
There were scads of dogs ...
But no SuperDog.
And then we saw him, leaping giant granite boulders in a single bound ...
THE REAL THING AT LAST!!!
Kaartman – Happy 2013, hey.
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