Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Surf, Sex, Violence 85 - 86 (17)

Many people forget that there was a prequel to this party, three years before, an affair that resulted in your's truly vomiting on Clyde's mom's curtains in the afternoon and later creating a pink pavement pizza with calamari tentacles as an artistic touch...but that was only a warm-up for  the party to end all parties! I think right from the get go, we confused, 'Toga party!' with, 'Roman orgy!' and that's where the wheels fell off, right there...

We slept on the beach on the night of the actual birthday and scored some super-glassy little waves the next morning. During the night the navy was doing some exercises with live tracer fire and we were treated to a cool light show. Funniest thing is I remember Clyde standing on top of the sand dune in the morning before we paddled out and having a shit that came out like fucking antelope droppings and rolled down the dune...piss funny to see!

Then it was time for the togas! The drinking really kicked off then...I remember us chasing Tony Kellner through the shopping center where we went to buy booze, staggering around in our togas, creating mayhem, and the party was still two days away! We just kept going anyway...

Then came the main event...
Nobody was allowed in unless they had a toga.
All male guests would be head butted by Jack and made to skull a beer on arrival.

It was utter chaos and things got out of hand pretty fast. We had early scenes where the beautiful food, that had been so lovingly prepared by Clyde's step-mom and sister, became just so much ammo in the food fight that erupted, after we had set an appropriate example. That was the first time I heard Patricia swear, I think she called me a 'fucking little bastard!' I was shocked! I think she thought that I started it but it was Clyde, we just accelerated it!
The house had beautiful wooden flooring and the whole downstairs floor was awash in beer, vomit and probably some semen by the time this was over. Clyde was locked in his room with a young little tight hard-body, while his ex was scratching on the door, lamenting her woes.
My toga had been ripped off and possibly burned by this stage so I had a dishcloth wrapped around me, held on by a safety pin. I have a vague recollection of being in a tight spot for putting my cock into someone's hand...(read my mothers hand )

There was so much more that went down but it's probably better to let it lie as I have no idea of the statute of limitations on some of the crimes I was party to...ha ha!

All said and done...
...without a doubt the best and most memorable party ever!

( the heaviest party ever was still to come however, but we will get to that night of violence and excess in Port Elizabeth soon enough)

Told by Leroy.

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Surf, Sex, Violence 85 - 86 (16)

 More words of insight from actual witnesses.

Toga - Toga.....
. eish what a night that was.....
. food flying around ...
. Leroy pulling his chick behind the couch in the lounge ha ha
  or was it you .......... mmmmm maybe both u fellas.....eih the ous dallad the cherries in those days man ..
. lukka night had by all...........

.... tops bru.....

 I have pics:


Tomorrow Leroy speaks, be afraid.

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Surf, Sex, Violence 85 - 86 (15)

And I quote.. A few notes coming in from that night, "fuck me it was a good Jol."

"Bru -
- I remember you ou's been toga'ed up for most of the day
- Vying bottleshop with them on
- We did the same.
- I remember Leroy and the cake 
- Sticking his face in the thing - 
- Then wiped it on the wall in the toilet …or was that shit ?
- The whole lounge was awash with a combo of water, puke and piss with us pogoing slipping and falling in it to our great amusement
- Someone did a somersault into the beer bath they were so dronk when they bent over to get a beer…
- I remember the chicks past out in the bath and someone pissing on them…
- Some chick trying to shag me 
- These are all flashes in no semblance of order 
- I remember the old lady having shit fit when she got home….cant remember the time

…..fuck me it was a good jol !!!"

Courtesy of Bad Bill Mullitup.

Monday, 16 December 2013

Surf, Sex, Violence 85 - 86 (14)

 It was a big weekend and I broke every single rule I could.

However I do remember.

Leroy checking to see if my mother was wearing underwear.
Leroy and Jack head butting everyone before they could get in.
Leroy kicking things off with a bang by throwing all the food that had been prepared across the room.
The ensuing food fight.
My parents leaving after 10 minutes.
The party basically degenerating into a drunken orgy.
Locking myself in my bedroom with a few female friends
My parents coming home to find the house destroyed
My parents banging down my bedroom door go get me out
My girlfriend banging down my bedroom door to get me out
Coming out of my bedroom to have Leroy throw my chocolate birthday cake at me and miss.
Seeing said chocolate cake hit the wall and spray all down the passageway.
Going into the bathroom to find my brother standing on the edge of the bath urinating on an unknown naked female who had passed out in the bath.
Realising the whole downstairs of the house was under water.
Realising things had got completely out of hand and just carrying on.
Seeing Jack pull the lounge curtains down so he could use them as a blanket as he passed out on the floor.
Being amazed at the fact there was no fight.
Being even more amazed at how easy it was to get my birthday present from all of my lady friends.

Knowing that anyone who was at that party would never ever, ever forget it.

Sunday, 15 December 2013

Surf, Sex, Violence 85 - 86 (13)

I guess that early morning champagne was what kicked it all off.  It was a Thursday and we just did not stop drinking until the next Sunday morning.

I think it was those next few days that made me realise if you do stuff just so absolutely outrageous, it`s kind of like it does not compute in most peoples brains and you can just end up getting away with it. 

That weekend was outrageous, I suppose I should apologise to my parents for destroying the floors and my ex girlfriend before I even start trying to remember, as it all became one huge big drunken blur. 

It was a big weekend and I broke every single rule I could. 

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Surf, Sex, Violence 85 - 86 (12)

Ok so now where were we ?

Oh yes Toga party. Its kind of weird but also fitting to be talking about a wild out of control party while the country is mourning, but that basically was how it was back then in 85.

While the country was basically going up in flames, we just carried on like nothing was even going on, surfing, partying just getting on with things.

The actual day of my birthday was during the week, Leroy and I slept down at the beach on the pipe at Garvies and went for a before dawn surf, it was glassy and fun, summer was on the way. At about 6,30 am I saw my family standing on the pipe and waving me in. They had prepared a champagne breakfast for me, which was a huge surprise. We scoffed down the food, skulled the champagne and went back surfing.

Life was looking good.

Things went downhill pretty fast from that moment on.

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

10 - 12 - 2013

There comes a time when we all got to put our demons to rest and move on.

If nothing else, this is his legacy.

Time to get back to telling this tale.

Friday, 6 December 2013

Surf, Sex, Violence 85-86 (11)

To be brutaly honest, today brings too many contradictory feelings. I have a strong opinion on this subject. Two rights can never fix a wrong, killing in the name of freedom can never be condoned, what makes a freedom fighter and what makes a terrorist ? Its just too easy to sit in our arm chairs and heap praise and or judgment.

The IRA, ETA, Al Qaeda, the list is long and terrible, for some terrorists, others freedom fighters. One thing is sure none have the right to kill in the name of their cause, innocent normal people who just happen to be caught up in the circumstances.

We all did terrible things in those days, whites and blacks, none of it was worth anything, it was just useless. Fighting in the name of a lost cause.

Nelson was no angel, but then neither am I or any of my friends believe me. 

He however most probably single handely saved our amazing country from the most unprecedented bloodbath Africa has ever seen, by 1994 things were on the verge of a huge bloody civil war, everyone was armed and ready, the violent extreme factions were ready to get it on at the drop of a hat.

He undeniably has shown the value of forgiveness and compasion, He undeniably has changed the history of our nation.

Whether I like it or not he has undeniably changed the way I see the world, he has helped show me the value of forgivness, the world would most certainly be a better place with more men like him in positions of power.

Do a thousand good deeds make up for a hundred bad deeds?