Safety shoes

On Thursday we're doing a shoot at a local factory complex.  The regulations are as tight as an anxious bum in a horror movie - so we went to buy safety shoes at lunch today.

winning at safety.

The average shopper at Domoney Brothers is probably mid 50s, drives a dirty Hilux and wears a reflective vest more often than he wears shorts which covers his knees.  He usually orders a pair of boots for his entire team, aka the guys sitting on the back of his Hilux.  Such was the vibe I got from the cashier when one of us, who shall remain nameless, commmented "These will look good with jeans".

To highlight the build quality, there is a cross section of a boot on display.  Its an actual boot they've cut in half with an angle grinder (note the steel toe cap).

We suspect the cashier was enjoying our visit.  It was hard to tell, but much like we enjoyed our pitstop in another sub culture, maybe they enjoyed the change too.

Dancing lesson #2

In time...

Tuesday, it was back into Cambridge for another dance lesson with Charles.  We hadn't practised, apart from a solo attempt while I was waiting for the kettle to boil the other morning.  It was that or I was going to pass out on the couch.

I've decided that being completely shameless is the way to go.  There are no witnesses, and I'm paying for it - so I've prioritized items and ignore those near the bottom of the list.  Things like "Move gracefully..." don't feaure yet.  But, "Where should my left foot go now..." are up there.  I'm assuming Charles has seen worse because he keeps it together.

This week we did the Argentinian Tango.  Seemed like the obvious next step after slow waltz.  It was infact, a good move.  The dance is split into sets, each one turns you 90 degrees.  Sets are easier to remember.  Now to source some Shakira music.

Dancing lesson #1

It occurred to me that before we hit lesson 2 tomorrow, I should take a moment to recap our first Dancing Lesson.  It's not often I have fresh material, so let me not waste it.

It went down in a Church hall, at about 7:05pm last Tuesday.  We met our instructor, Charles, heard a bit about the traffic coming out of Gonubie and then got stuck into the slow waltz.

Cath and I go to a lot of weddings.  No offence to anyone who's wedding we have ever been too, for realz.  While dancing in a giant circle is fun, its also good to be able to swing around the circle as a couple, when they inevitably play Kaptein.  That's the dream, and in time we will achieve it.  We will also know a lot about Gonubie's traffic problems.

I've taken away some key points from our first lesson.  One is that girls are by and large along for the ride.  Also, that dancing is surprisingly structured, its got all these 45 degree angles.  And unusual names for things you do with your feet.... like "whisk".  And other names I can't remember.  I had one of those "Drive C is full, please delete something to continue" moments after learning the swing turn.

Optimistic depiction of us in the future

Shopping trip

I went shopping with Kyle at lunch today, and came back with a bounty of interesting items...

I'm not sure Jesus would buy a mug with his name on it for R45...

Apologies to anyone who owns one of these, but wow! kitch!

I don't know what kind of big ass under pants would require a peg of this magnitude.

This is like, the best thing ever... only... the worst thing at the same time.

Anyone got a dead relative?  We got you covered...

I must own this cow print blanket.

Do you like Roses?  Do you like Loufes? Then how about this?