With Eskom warning of more rolling blackouts for the next three years, Earth Hour seems a bit redundant.
If the rest of the world followed South Africa’s example it wouldn’t be altruism that saved the environment, it would be general incompetence. In fact, I’m surprised they haven’t latched onto this tree-hugger trend and marketed their fuck ups as intended eco-friendliness.
Maybe that guy in 2006 who threw the wrench into the big machine thingee that lights our bulbs and boils our tea wasn’t a saboteur after all, merely a concerned citizen. Just like those scallywags who sliced the tyres on my gas-guzzler last year, forcing me to walk around for at least a day.
But with the telly off and no portable radio, I’m at a bit of a loss for something to do. Here are some ideas I had for those in the same predicament:
1. Get some mates round and have a braai.
That’s a barbeque for those not from around here. Although throwing mammal-meat on an open flame might take away from the ‘save the planet’/let’s-all-be-hippies vibe.
2. Tell scary stories.
A blanky on the front room floor, a torch, and that one about the snogging couple in the car and the guy with the hook-hand could be fun.
3. Organise a sing-a-along.
Go to scoutorama.com for all the campfire favourites.
4. Have sex.
This one doesn’t necessarily require a group of friends, but it’s not entirely out of the question.
5. Get an early night.
Perfectly suited to those with no significant other and even less friends; and just think of how refreshed you’ll be on Sunday.
On the other hand, you could get out of the house and down your local. With Capetonians generally finding any excuse for a piss-up you definitely won’t be alone.
Just remember to turn the lights out when you leave.
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