With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there’s nothing in it
And you’ll ask yourself
Where is my mind
So, to start, a small confession. I, Dolce, a woman mostly disinterested in sport, was riveted by the SA fielding in that corker of a match with England. But I was desperately late for a dinner party and had to leave the comfort of my couch and the beauty unfolding on the screen.
So I tuned into Radio 2000, a station I would normally associate with knitting shows and farmers almanac issues, to catch the last few minutes on my way to Rick’s Cafe. Which was rather odd behaviour, for a woman mostly disinterested in sport.
But the kicker came this morning. When I turned on the Radio on the way back from gym, what should come blaring in glory from my speakers? Rock! Not hip hop. Not house. Not the generally listenable but really quite naff hits and memories of Kfm. But Rock!
And not only that. The Pixies dammit. Followed by a bit of Nickleback and some Evanescence.
Who would have thunk it. Apparently a whole morning show. Of Rock. In the morning. On a South Africa radio station. Exactly when I’m driving to work. Exactly when I need a shot of get the fuck up.
I think I’m in love.
Radio 2000; you have a new fan.