Some things in life ought to be celebrated more often than they are. This applies mainly to the annual celebration we bestow on an immeasurable variety of things. However then there are those rockstarish things that just when you are in the presence you feel like you are celebrating them, cause well, they are such so damn rockstarish...
If rockstars were cars Roy Patrick would be Henry Ford. He designed the prototype and made it work. He pioneered rockstardom like Yuri Gagarin pioneered space travel. He took it to new levels and hasn't stopped. He doesn't break records, he sets them! And he has been doing so for 23 years today.
------------------What don't you understand by pound-for-pound son?
Not only is this pseudo-frenchman the pound-for-pound strongest man in Cape Town he is also a budding accountant and celebrated rugby talent. In between walking the ramps of Milan, carving the defences of Stellenbosch and Clifton, throwing girls pies from moving cars, high-fiving the bouncers of plett, ordering 20 bottle beer rounds at bars, making girls disregard their incumbent white horses for him and taking his clothes off, he is just that nice boy next from Wonderland, and the rockstar we celebrate all year round...
Happy birthday Ferg.
No comments:
Post a Comment