Sarie & Marie

Ancient hieroglyphics ca.1977 surfaced by student pal Stephen Charles.

Me and some gorgeous lass who I think was one of the Sarie & Marie Joburg duo we met at Harrismith Holiday Inn? Why would I be in a bag of fruit though? Weet nie. Thought I remembered anybody gorgeous that crossed my path. Seems not.

Me and this Marie chick managed to prang her rental car in a head-on collision with a lone tree in the veld on the edge of town. She’d had a few and went around a bend too fast and squeaked something. I said “Give it, mole!” but instead of accelerating she braked, left the road, crossed some veld and hit the only tree around. Bonnet, bumper and radiator varktap. Abandoned the car and walked back to the Inn, her barefoot as we’d been on a mission to fetch her shoes (don’t ask, I dunno, many beers). Back in the Inn I grabbed Tabs’ whisky and downed it to calm my nerves, then ordered two more.

Later I wrote to Kai about it and he misread my handwritten “Give it” for “Fire it” and from then on “FIRE IT, MOLE!” became a saying.

Hang on, I do remember!: I needed a date when we were back in JHB, plucked up the courage and called her and she kindly agreed to kom saam. I spose the Carlton Hotel venue persuaded her? It was a destination back then.

Old grey cells awakened!

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bag of fruit – suit

weet nie – no idea

varktap – messed up

kom saam – come together, like the Beatles song