The Horror on Caledon Street


Frank N. Furter (Brendan van Rhyn) in centre surrounded by the ensemble. My favourite usher girl is far left.

We were welcomed to our second row Rocky Horror seats in the Fugard Theatre by an usher beautifully dressed in a candy girl striped dress with a perfectly coiffed bob hairdo identical to her fellow ushers. She was intense. With a torch shining in her face and all the tricks she must have picked up at the 1998 world staring contest, there was no escaping her. I tried to turn the tables on her by chatting excessively about the danger of one’s pores looking humongous with a torch light shining on it. She trumped my by complimenting my stockings in a husky voice.  I felt rather duped when I spotted my usher girl on stage a few minutes later. Jenna Robinson Child 1 – Jana 0.


Frank N. Furter (Brendan van Rhyn) is a very big girl. Very big. If religious bigots with picket signs ran into all 1.90m of him wearing a pair of his signature size 11 heels in a dark alley – they’d rather convert to the religion of Transsexual Transylvania than cross the bitch. Scratch that, if they ran into him in a busy street in the middle of the DAY they’ll convert. He is absolutely terrifying. Unless you’re into that kind of thing – then she is a goddess.

Months before the opening of the show The Fugard started creating awareness for the production through limited behind the scenes images on their Facebook page.

Months before the opening of the show The Fugard started creating awareness for the production through limited behind the scenes images on their Facebook page.

The Fugard was packed on the Thursday night making me believe that half of Cape Town fell in the latter category. The place was packed with trannies and the women who loved them. Perfectly straight men were now garlanded in fishnets and corsets. This is probably the only place in town where the staple little black dress is not appropriate, unless you let your man wear it.


It won’t be a terrible generalisation to say that  many people know The Rocky Horror Show verbatim. My theory was proven in the middle of Frank N. Furter’s most famous line. He dragged out the “anticipa….” so long that a lady in the back finished it for him (“…tion!”). He dramatically scolded her and finished the line for himself, making the moment even more fabulously memorable. Planted? Maybe, but it’s still a perfect example of how The Fugard Theatre is adding hints of 21st century scandal into this legendary musical.


As a rule I stay away from the merch table at any event, something that looks amazing in the glow of a good show tends to be rather dull in the white light of your house. The Participation Pack does not fall in this category. We foolishly did not buy one because of the above reason. Having the Participation Pack is as vital to your enjoyment of the show as dressing up. The Narrator holds up a sign indicating which item in the pack you can use during the show. Like primary school but with more male corsets. Front

Usually I prefer sitting no closer than the third row in the theatre because you can’t see the bigger picture. With The Rocky Horror Show I rather enjoyed being up close and personal with the actors, and their bulges (clue: gold undies). If you throw some of the goodies from the participation pack from this point there is a very good chance that it will fall on the stage, throwing confetti on a buffed up boy in gold undies (you’ll also become obsessed, you’ll see) is very satisfying. On the flipside we could not always see all the big dance numbers that fantastically. In August we’re going to see it again, this time from the balcony.

Why are you still reading this! Stop wasting time on this (totally awesome) blog and get time warping!

The Rocky Horror Show is running at the Fugard Theatre on Caledon St from 10 July (no end date is mentioned on the website…)


Chatting scarves with Nataniël

On Friday I had the pleasure  of hanging out on the set of Die Nataniël Tafel. Nataniël is a really really big deal in certain factions of the Afrikaans community, mostly mothers and more specifically my mom. When I posted a pic of the set on Facebook I realised that his popularity had trickled down to the younger generation when a friend got so excited that she didn’t even bother to post a comment and just messaged me directly instead. Later, my youngest sister bitterly wanted all the details.

My money shot pic with Nataniël. Co producer Adelaide Potgieter and former 7de waiter turned production assistant  Sekoati Tsubane are in the background

My money shot pic with Nataniël. Co producer Adelaide Potgieter and former 7de waiter turned production assistant Sekoati Tsubane are in the background

As much as I enjoy fostering jealously amongst family and friends, there was more to this experience than that. I am also a bit of a fan girl. In my youth I looked forward to his columns in my mom’s Sarie every month.

While they were still prepping for the show Nataniël found a cellphone charging on the set. He asked who was so middle class to record with a cellphone. And there I was with my S3 taking photos of it all, with a deep blush creeping over my face even though the jab was not directed at me. Having a sense of humour is mandatory if you’re in Nataniël’s presence.

Later in the production room I got to meet the man. He complimented my polka dot scarf – he wore a similar one the previous day. Star stuck I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “Thanks, it’s a Chinatown special.” He went on to tell a story that completely muddled up everything I thought I knew about him. His friend often goes to the Chinatown in Johannesburg where one needs to buy 5 scarves at a time which she then distributes amongst their circle. So before they go out together they’ll call ahead to coordinate who is wearing their scarf.

Read the full story and check the gallery on MSN Howzit.

Theatre Review: A Town Called Fokol Lutho

A cappella has the potential of being completely ridiculous. Think about it. It’s a bunch of people onstage with no instruments, singing with no backup other than the knowledge that their mothers love them.  The best way to overcome the unintended ridiculousness is to be intentionally ridiculous.  Fat Amy from Pitch Perfect is a lovely example of this.  A Town Called Fokol Lutho hit the ground running by having by having tautology in its name..

l-r Carlo Daniels, Waasief Piekaan,  Moenier Adams, Jervis Pennington and Nkosekhaya Mgoqi. Photo credit Danielle Bischoff

l-r Carlo Daniels, Waasief Piekaan, Moenier Adams, Jervis Pennington and Nkosekhaya Mgoqi. Photo credit Danielle Bischoff

Apparently ‘Fokol’ is Afrikaans for ‘nothing’ and ‘Lutho’ is black for ‘fokol’. The town in question has absolutely nothing going for it except the locals’ inexplicable talent for singing (it’s the cactus juice). They are so backward they can’t even claim their contribution to the first successful heart surgery in the world. But boy do they have soul.

Director Tara Notcutt seems able to draw the best out of men in particular, her previous all male casts including Three Little Pigs and Mafeking Road. In A Town Called Fokol Lutho she brings spectacular characters out of Carlo Daniels, Moenier Adams, Waasief Piekaan and Nkosekhaya ‘Jack the Bass’ Mgoqi. The fifth member of the ensemble, Jervis Pennington, does not give the impression of a man that can be directed. His whole demeanour is that of an independent street busker, much like the blind man that recently ran into a spot of trouble with the metro police at St George’s Mall. His modest supporting role in Fokol Lutho does not hint that he was a lead singer in a major South African pop group the Soft Shoes in the eighties and the playwright of the production.

Caption: Nkosekhaya Mgoqi, Moenier Adams, Carlo Daniels, Waasief Piekaan and Jervis Pennington. Photo credit Danielle Bischoff

Nkosekhaya Mgoqi, Moenier Adams, Carlo Daniels, Waasief Piekaan and Jervis Pennington.
Photo credit Danielle Bischoff

A Town Called Fokol Lutho takes a comical look at small town South Africa, taking a stab at basic human nature, sexuality and inequalities of the past.  They do this with none of the offence and all of the comedy. A mere 70 odd minutes with the lovelorn boys of Fokol Lutho and you’ll feel like part of the family.  Forget about the town of the week in Getaway and rather go visit the musical little town called Fokol Lutho.

Take a roadtrip to A Town Called Fokol Lutho at Kalk Bay Theatre from 12 July to 10 August 2013. The production is rated PG 13.

A Savage way to say “I love you”

Back in the days when Bennifer was a thing, Ben Affleck took out a full page ad in Variety professing his love to Jennifer Lopez. It was more eek than ahh cute for most. After that it’s not easy to go down the “purchase public space without looking like a mofo” path. Unless you’re The Plus One because he is awesome like that.

Jon Savage recently started his very own online radio show in the style of the pirate radio stations that were transmitted from boats along the coast of England.  No topic is off limits and drinking a bottle of Jack per show is on par with keeping management happy at a commercial station.


Savage has roped in his listeners to crowdfund the bottles of Jack. At R50 listeners have free reign over the for 30 seconds.

One of my favourite features on his previous show on 5fm was the “Dramatic Reading” where he’ll read the lyrics of a rock songs with dramatic music in the background.

This is where the grand gesture of love comes in. The Plus One bought the 3 minutes of airtime and requested a Dramatic Reading of Chevelle’s Jars. chevelle_jarsI’d like to think that this falls firmly in the ahh cute category of public displays of affection. (At least one Twitter follower agreed.)

Listen to the reading here. We used a high-tech cellphone to make the recording to please forgive the giggling.

Catch The Jon Savage Show on on Thursdays between 21:00 – 23:00

Read more about Jon Savage and crowdsourcing here.

Falling Leaves in Piketberg

I’m starting to feel like a candidate for Extreme Couponing: Group Buying Edition. This weekend we went away on another coupon purchase, this time from Wikideals. What made this coupon so appealing was that, 1. It was available during the school holidays, 2. It was on a farm and the kids really needed some fresh air after filling their heads with TV games all holiday, -most importantly- 3. It was crazy ass cheap. Hebron Manor House

At R600 we had the run of Hebron Estates’ manor house for 3 days. This included as much of the farm as the boys could cycle on. For 48 hours straight we kept the fireplace going. When the boys cycled I read and kaught up with The Kardashians. We watched Hook and played Rummikub. A lazy weekend of guilty pleasures and kicking the boys’ asses in board games.

A weekend in instagrams

A weekend in instagrams

In between this busy schedule I started dreaming. Not far from our housie we spotted a very strong contender for our wedding venue. We’ve been engaged since October of last year and haven’t been too worried about the wedding date yet. The converted barn with wide sliding doors and a fireplace might have sped up the process in our minds somewhat. We don’t want a big wedding (sorry Aunt Tina, you’re not invited) so size-wise it was perfect.


Lunch at the Desert Rose Farm Stall on the way home. Their bacon and mushroom pancakes are killer

Ironically, Marie Claire had a 58 wedding dress special in their June edition which only helped stir my dormant bridezilla.

The whole farm was covered with autumn leaves which powered a relentless replay of Billy Talent’s Falling Leaves in my head (Mmm not a bad wedding theme…yes I’m getting obsessed). When I got back in the office on Tuesday concentrating on work became even more impossible when the news broke that Billy Talent will be returning to Cape Town in August. And the gig won’t be in Grandwest.

The Plus One and I try to go away as much as we can but this was the first weekend that it was a family affair. The kids loved it. Even before they spent one night they were talking about going back. I have a feeling we’ll be back as soon as the first autumn leaves hit the ground in 2014.

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