Heidelberg. Or should we be in Sharpeville?
That was the argument of the morning, despite having our very own cell/organiser we had no idea what plans we had made for today! So we went with our gut feeling. Heidelberg it is.
Unfortunately...It was actually Sharpeville. Oh well.
We used the time in Heidelberg to call up a contact who wanted to meet with myself and Hanolet, to discuss our training programme.
The guys name is Wesley, a qualified Boiler maker turned Tattoo and Piercing artist, interesting right? We thought so! However, it turns oout that due to bad business ventures the poor guy is literally blacklisted by every South African bank. Ouch.
We met with him at a small coffee shop and went over all the details, telling him there's not much wecan do until he is in the clear, so it wasn't his lucky day, but some of the conversations we had were great, 18 year old schoolkids wanting their girlfriends names tattooed on their chests. Yeah, now that's smart. I guess if it doesn't turn out well you could always tell your next girlfriend that it was your favourite hamsters name......or not.
Once that was all done we headed through to Sharpeville to meet Mary and drop off an order of about 600 Vuvuzelas,
that wa quick and easy, apart from the fact that Hanolet sent me a message saying "bye, have a nice walk" when i was chatting to some of the Potters from the Old Police Station...i had to run to catch her, She said she wouldn't have left.... i wonder =)
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