I wanted to be a writer. I wanted experiences from Cape Town to right up in northern Mozambique.
I’m just disappointed the folks never took a picture of me when I was five years old jumping off the barn into a haystack with my Superman cape.
Well, ‘aerospace’ was really not a name in my young life. Flying airplanes was. And I got my first try at flying – just pure flying – by flying my ‘Superman’ cape off my daddy’s barn when I was about 5 years old.
I feel I know Cape Town very well now having been there twice and for six weeks at a time.
Coming from the Eastern Cape, it’s one of the most poverty-stricken provinces in the country, so whether it be in education or something else, I’d like to go directly there and help because I’ve seen it first-hand and experienced it.
The chasm between independent film and commercial film is now so wide. You either have to be super-famous and get a first-time director or writer’s indie script off the ground, or you’re a newcomer and go and put a cape on for four years.
In our passage from the Cape of Good Hope the winds were mostly from the westward with very boisterous weather: but one great advantage that this season of the year has over the summer months is in being free from fogs.
The Cape Town is considerably increased within the last eight years. Its respectability with regard to strength has kept pace with its other enlargements and rendered it very secure against any attempt which is not made with considerable force.
On the night of the 1st of September we observed for the first time signs of the natives being in the neighbourhood. Fires were seen on the low land near Cape Frederick Henry, and at daylight we saw the natives with our glasses.
So that between the Cape of St. Maria and Japan we were four months and twenty-two days; at which time there were no more than six besides myself that could stand upon his feet.
I live in Cape Town but my favourite holiday destination is Hermanus, a little seaside town about a 90-minute drive away, over the pass and down to the sea, on the sunshine coast. It’s where I love to escape to with my wife for a weekend every now and again.
Cape Town’s beaches are superb and while the water on the Atlantic side is damn cold, it’s very pleasant on the other side. Bring your golf clubs if you play – Cape Town has some fabulous golf courses.
Cape Town is a weird town. There’s a mountain, and the sea, and a little city tucked into the side of the mountain.
I’ve played in some spectacularly scenic grounds in Cape Town and Johannesburg, but Papua New Guinea in the Seventies was the most remote place I’d been for my cricketing career.
No one is fit to judge a book until he has rounded Cape Horn in a sailing vessel, until he has bumped into two or three icebergs, until he has been lost in the sands of the desert, until he has spent a few years in the House of the Dead.
I have this old Polo jacket. I’ve got to bring it wherever I go. And I have this one cape that somebody gave to me. It’s this jumpsuit with this cape on the back that this one person gave to me. It’s clutch.
It’s not like I ride a broom into interviews. I don’t hang upside down with a cape on.
The whites have resolved to destroy our liberty and have therefore brought a force commensurate to their intentions. The Cape, after a proper resistance, has fallen into their hands, but the enemy found only a town and plain in ashes; the forts were blown up, and all was burnt.
Chris Hemsworth is like Christopher Reeve in that he can do two things: he can wear a big red cape without a shred of self-consciousness. But he’s also funny as hell, and he’s so sweet. So with all the fish-out-of-water stuff, he’s so funny. So he does almost two jobs in a way.
In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is.
I have a beautiful wooden Superman statue with a removable cape – I really love that piece.
From the rugged cliffs of Cape Liptrap peninsula jutting bravely into the swells of Bass Strait, the coast arcs southeast, hugging the waters of Waratah Bay with sweeping flat lines of fine pale sand and knotty scrub.
At home, I’m daddy and a husband. There’s no Superman’s cape. I’m changing diapers, giving my kids baths, and coloring ‘Angry Birds’ and playing games with them.
Every time the mainstream media talk about progressive rock, they wheel out a clip of Rick Wakeman in a cape. For me, it’s one of the most ambitious forms of music. The problem is that when it doesn’t work, you end up with Emerson, Lake and Palmer doing symphonies with 60-piece orchestras and revolving pianos, which I think is ridiculous as well.
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