Monday...

Happy New Years...

Computer Geek humour...

This is actually kinda funny if you've seen both social mediums.

Facebook: Hey.
MySpace: Sup.
Facebook: So's it going?
MySpace: It's going great, actually. How are things with you?
Facebook: Not bad. Not bad at all.
MySpace: I mean, you had a pretty good idea to start with.
Facebook: Now what is THAT supposed to mean.
MySpace: You and I both know that you based Facebook on MySpace.
Facebook: WHAT!? That's ridiculous. I don't see your users poking each other!
MySpace: That's because my users aren't GAY.
Facebook: No no, it's not like that, it's like a poke on the shoulder. Or something.
MySpace: Oh, okay.GAY.
Facebook: Well it's not as gay as Tom.
MySpace: You take that back.
Facebook: I will not.
MySpace: You take that back RIGHT. NOW.
Facebook: (singing) Tom is gay, Tom is gay.
MySpace: Yeah well at least he's not looking for "whatever he can get."
Facebook: We added that option as a JOKE.
MySpace: Oh, sure you did. Just like you added Live Feed to "keep people up to date."
Facebook: Don' even start with Live Feed. We asked our users what they wanted!
MySpace: Oh yeah, nice open letter, you homo.
Facebook: IT'S IMPORTANT TO KNOW WHAT THE USERS WANT!
MySpace: Lame.
Facebook: You're just jealous because your users are all old and creepy now.
MySpace: If by old and creepy you mean famous musicians, then yes, yes they are.
Facebook: That is NOT what I meant, I meant what I said.
MySpace: Watch it, Facebook. Don't make me call my Top 8.
Facebook: Oh, I'm so scared. Well YOU don't make me call my...my...
MySpace: Your what? Your "Friends We Have In Common"?
Facebook: Shut up, that's a very helpful feature! Better than "Who I'd Like To Meet"!
MySpace: Yeah, well you FREE IPOD CLICK HERE TO WIN (pause)

Facebook: What the hell was that?!MySpace: Oh nothing, don't worry about that, I have a tic and sometimes-

Facebook: That was a pop-up, wasn't it??
MySpace: I HAVE A TIC!!!
Facebook: Hahaha you have pop-ups and you can't control them!
MySpace: I can to! I can stop them whenever I want!
Facebook: Whatever you say, sell-out.
MySpace: Oh I'm sorry, what? I can't hear you over the sound of my money.
[Silence. A door opens]
Friendster: Oh, hey guys!! What's going on??
MySpace/Facebook: Fag.

Rockstar of the Moment...

No prizes for having guessed it would be him. One free mince pie voucher to the big guy...

Merry Merry everyone.

Monday Mary Clause...

One more shoplifting day until xmas we think why not stay within the theme? I can't wait to slip into her stocking.

Flight Club...

A monopoly is a great thing if you're the owner of it but not if you're on the receiving end of their limitless ability to determine prices. When you are a customer, especially of a service, it is crucially important that the provider of that service or product has a fierce competitor so it doesn't have carte blanche to adjust its price as it pleases.

For this reason I don't go out at night alone! Its too easy. So instead I surround myself with my rockstarish friends. But a more pertinent reason is the impact this has on air travel.

I recently had the (mis)fortune of flying around the country to tie up some christmas loose ends. Fiscally relegated to low cost airlines and with my voyager account being saved for a pending transatlantic adventure I chose to spread my flight experience over 3 competing airlines to determine which one should be adopted for rockstar air (lowcost) airtravel.

The scale upon which to make this determination was obvious. To level the playing field so you can fairly adjudicate which service provider is the best you have to use a world-famous, tried and tested formula. Look no further than the Johnny Drama Point System.




Based on a 10 point allocation across four different criteria, we have a mark out of 40. Highest mark? The air-medium that gets Rockstar approval for all our mile high club aspirations.

Drama's four criteria: Decor, Amenities, Serivce and Ambience.

Kulula, 1Time and Flymango are the mortar of the stonewall that is low cost airline travel. I flew them all in that order:

Kulula

Decor - How something looks is a substantially subjective opinion. Based on our history and current status I can say without fear of contradiction that we talk with thorough authority in regard to somethings appearance. The slime green that is synonymous with Kulula is strangly successful. It is concurrent with there off the wall approach to everything and since you only have to bear the brightness until you are off the runway it works. 7.5.


Amenities - Wings. Engines, Aerofoils. Landing Gear. Chair. Pilot. What else do you really need from a plane since every plane needs the above, unless you're thinking of a Nationwide plane. The yardstick then, must be leg room. Fair. 6.






Service - I would love to sit down with Drama over a coffee just to briefly discuss the important question of: in which category does how good looking the in-flight staff fall? I would think it falls into the service category, but at second glance the outfits are all important as you slide past for the Tyler Durden 'ass or crotch' dilemma and that moment of two sugar cleavage when they serve you your coffee. However, we must remain mindful that the visual opportunity for pleasure that we enjoy could fall under the broad umbrella category of ambience and if you are really really really lucky she may even fall into the amenity category. It's a tough one, so I am following in the footsteps of all great men and determining service by the length of airhostess skirt. Above the knee. Nice. 7.


Ambience - The people were happy. The people were also well represented by that fat class of chubby people we endeavour to refrain from referring to, which is fantastic for life raft peace of mind. If I'm bobbing in the Indian Ocean or Vaal Dam for longer than 72 hours I will skin that chubby blonde kid in 8C. 7.5.

Total: 28.

1Time


Decor - About as imaginative as the Stormers Super 14 kit and as retch inducing as the Stormers 1996 campaign strip. Not cool. Aparrently they used to paint the interiors of warships red so seamen injured by artillary shells would see the sight of their own blood in battle and freak out. I reckon 1Time choose it for similar reasons to induce calmness at a crash site. Thoughtful. 4.

Amenities - When 1time squeezed their ugly head into the airtravel trade they built their incursion for the title of best lowcost airline on the purchasing of the cheapest planes money can buy. They did extremely well in spending as little as possible on planes. The nearest place I can plausibly assume they found these flying deathtraps would have to be the scrapyard of the once famous Angolan Airforce. These ex-military cargo planes were dipped in a red paint fondue and the gutted fuselage was filled with the off cut seating rails from HIACE toyota taxis that they bought cheaply from the SA Governments after a successful taxi recapitalisation effort. Not cool. 3.5.



Service - I always thought the worst service in the world could be found on the patio of Opium Beach Bar in Camps Bay. 45minutes for a glass of water and a toasted cheese and tomato would be a record and probably earn the waitresss involved the 'waiter of the month' award. I thought Opium couldn't be rivalled. 1Time could have a stab. 3.


Ambience - You know that tangible fear that some directors can convey to the watcher of a hostage drama scene? You know a hostage will be sacrificed and feel it could be you! Flying 1Time is like that. If you don't die of dehydration, meal poisoning or by being constricted between the fat girls in seats 11A and 11C, there is a good chance you will lose a wing mid-flight or a crucial wheel mid-landing and fire a searing fireball death. Ambience: 2.5.


Total: 13

FlyMango

Decor - Orange. Eye catching. Orange. The New Pink. Plus very original. 7.

Amenities - All the bells and whistles of low cost airtravel but since it is run by SAA which is owned by the same people that own part of the ACSA (the company that controls the airports in RSA) Mango gets gate preference and runway preference. The first is perky whereas the second is more important that you think when 16 planes are circling OR Tambo after an oil spill on the south runway with the perfect highveld hail storm brewing minutes away. The orange planes get a runway whereas the rest get rerouted to Tzaneen or just Soweto straight. 8



Service - This is easy to describe. The airhostess wear these skin tight sexy charcoal stretch pants, pre-washed and shrunk little button up tops and sexy mango pumps. Maybe it was the angel that served by row but these outfits were racing. 9.


Ambience - How would you expect the inflight atmosphere of a plane load of men served by a troupe of sexy dressed belters getting spearheaded by one particular blonde haired beauty. I think Mango recruited its airhostess straight from above the stratosphere. 9.

Total: 33.


It's easy. Fly Mango, and ask for Almeria.

Monday from Arnolds...

We're branching out. The JJ is a bit of a technocrat so we got the opportunity to post during breakfast. No lovely...

The Secret...

Secrets are only best kept when you realize their truth and need to share them with as many people as possible. We are givers here. We have a secret and we need to share it because it certainly has been kept exceptionally well.

We also share it because even if you do know about this rich pool of talent we have unearthed we know that you are hardly any competition that would suffice in preventing us from still having first pick from the resources.

Menlyn: Home to the Rolling Mall...

Rockstars we give you very possibly the richest vein of talent from which you can showstopper search. Pretoria!!!

The three egg omellete maker..!

The Blue Bulls come from Pretoria and we never really have much too nice to say about them. However we, like Eddie Jones, have made the realization that beyond a sturdy tight five, Union Buildings and an excellently formed rolling maul, Pretoria has a great deal to offer.

The 1st and 2nd Princess just didn't have the easy load feature...

The corridors and shops of Brooklyn Mall and Menlyn are densely populated with such a wide array of good looking broads a semi-retarded fool whose looks match his water boiling at room temperature IQ could find himself a beauty queen breakfast maker..!

Robbie Wessles and the travelling Wilburys...

AND...don't be perturbed, many of these girls are English, although unfortunately are diseased with that very Afrikaans fashion sense but that can easily be cured with the healthy vaccine of a couple of issues Marie Claire and maybe a short trip to Europe or a week long tour of the Camps Bay strip.

Dress sense: Curable

Yes, these girls may be iron ore and need to be refined, but at least you're not chasing coal looking for a diamond. Rich, rich vein...

Rockstar Beach ...

Of course the government call it Clifton 3 1/2 but they would, wouldn't they. So in the name of everything rockstar-ish we've claimed it. It's ours now. And yours. That's how much we love you. It's small and exclusive (obviously) so it's invite only. Don't feel left out, if you''re reading this you're probably invited. Probably. Of course it help's if you're ridiculously good-looking, blonde, Swedish (and female). Otherwise try 4th with the rest of humanity.

Who says that there's trouble parking at the beach?

Unless you swing a mean beach bat. See you there.

Note the rocks in the background for maximum privacy

Monday Massive...

This weekend saw the very much anticipated unofficial private launch of Rockstar Beach, Cape Town. Another highlite this week was a verbal interchange by a member of the rockstar community and this monday's girl.

Appropriate isn't the right word but it is the first that comes to mind...

monday girl...

i posted her a week ago; so she is more -

/mature thaN she looks

Le Male...

Coming back from the soap depot the other day myself and Tyler caught the 22h35 bus back into town. The advertising branding in the side of the carriage caught our attention...

Not only have I not bought anything produced by Jean Paul Gaultier I am pretty sure I am not acquainted with anyone who ever has. With this in mind I ask what the hell is this guy on about? The new JPG ad on TV has like 4 or 5 model men having a soap up derby in the changeroom of what can only be assumed to be Wembly Square Virgin Active.

The ad is seriously taking the piss. I have no idea which right minded male would watched the ad and think fuck I need to get my hands on the new homoerotic shaped bottle of forehead exfoliator cream or that latest fruity flavoured flaming fragrance.

I am left speechless... Underboob is great but that tanned shaven European yacht boy image can't be sustainable in South Africa. Surely DSTV doesn't air this ad during prime time, or any time, besides in Cape Town and that dodgy strip in Durban? Can you imagine the pandemonium if this ad was televised between the final whistle of the first half and a Kobus Wiese game analysis?

I Apologize...

You need to know two things about me for the purpose of this post. I am a light sleeper and that I live opposite the Cape Town chapter of the SA Children's Home.

The little tykes that live below my balcony are incredibly well behaved and besides the 07h30 noise they make when they go to school during the week and the splashing and yelling between 15h30-16h30 during recreation and swimming hour they have never given me cause to complain.

Friday was different.

I was comfortably enjoying my Friday afternoon siesta in preparation for a big weekend ( quote "thank you") when I was rudely awakened by Timbaland's 'The Way I Are' from his new album Timbaland Presents: Shock Value. The base was so loud I thought there was a taxi blockade in the little one-way outside my building. Beethoven would have heard it...

Now I love this track and in preparation for a weekend in Hermanus I needed to familiarise myself with people saying 'way I are' but it was nap time and I was angry.

Standing on my balcony revealed that Karl Cox must have donated his sound equipment to the kids for xmas this year and a month too early. They were pumping out Timbaland and showing off an admittedly sick array of urban-street break dance moves. If you dressed them in red overalls they would have looked like a New York street dancing gang. If you dressed them in orange and white they would have looked like Justin Timberlake umpa-lumpas, but that is neither here nor there.

I take pity on these little abused dudes but was lank bleak at the sleep intrusion so shouted at them to turn the music down.

The one little dude, stuck his fist in the air and waved me off with the classic roy ferguson tsak! I shook my head and started back inside when the music went off, and a lightie screamed, 'hey mister...'!

I stopped and turned and the music kicked in again. This time it was track 16 again. And if you have the new Timbaland on your ipod you will see the humour.

And in line with bringing the world to you. "One Republic" the American rock band from Colorado that collaborates with Timbaland for that track is coming to Kirstenbosch this summer. Details to follow...

Monda(y)me...

Run to the buick..? New meaning to the inches speech...

Fair Fight.

Ricky Hatton: 43-43-31.
Floyd Mayweather Jr: 38-38-24.



The verbal banter between these two has been fierce and will surely adumbrate how the fight will turn out. Hitman Hatton with his poor slum child cockney slur battles to elucidate with any form of eloquence the vile feelings he harbours for Mayweather and this strongly echoes his pugilistic skill. Pretty Boy Mayweather on the other hand spits out verbal jabs that mirror his graceful, efficient and skillful boxing style.


Their styles are worlds apart but their records are the same. Both have the big 0 at the end, but no one will talk away with their unbeateness intact. 8 December is going to be a cracker.


The media is drumming up a storm. It makes funny reading to read the skysport write ups and then the ESPN ones. It's like reading about the Stormers in the Cape press.


Look out tonight on SS5 (205) at 22h00 for the first in a series of pre-fight build ups. Think its called Hatton-Mayweather 24/7...


Watch your face...

Up and down and back again...

I am not going to say anything too presumptious but would just like to point out he has been drafted back into the starting lineup to play the 'world champions' this weekend.


I hear a slim shady song playing...

The Short Game...


Shortly after the Pope had apologized to the Jewish People for the treatment of Jews by the Catholic Church over the years, Ariel Sharon, the Prime Minister of Israel, sent a proposal to the College of Cardinals for a friendly game of golf to be played between the two leaders or their representatives to demonstrate the friendship and ecumenical spirit shared by the Catholics and the Jews.



The Pope then met with his College of Cardinals to discuss the proposal. "Your Holiness," said one of the Cardinals, "Mr. Sharon wants to challenge you to a game of golf to show that you are old and unable to compete. I am afraid that this would tarnish our image in the world."

The Pope thought about this and since he had never held a golf club in his life asked


"Don't we have a Cardinal to represent me?"

"None who plays golf very well," a Cardinal replied.

"But," he added, "there is a man named Jack Nicklaus, an American golfer, who is a devout Catholic. We can offer to make him a Cardinal, and then ask him to play Mr Sharon as your personal representative. In addition to showing our spirit of cooperation, we will also win the match."





Everyone agreed that this was a great idea. The call was made. Of course, Nicklaus was honoured and he agreed to play as a representative of the Pope. The day after the match,
Nicklaus reported to the Vatican to inform the Pope of the result.

"This is Cardinal Nicklaus. I have some good news and some bad news, Holiness," said the golfer.


Tell me the good news, Cardinal Nicklaus," said the Pope.

"Well, Your Holiness, I don't like to brag, but even though I have played some pretty terrific rounds of golf in my life, this was the best I have ever played, by far. I must have been inspired from above. My drives were long and true, my irons were accurate and purposeful, and my putting was perfect. With all due respect, my play was truly miraculous.


"How can there be bad news?" the Pope asked.

Nicklaus sighed, "I lost by three strokes to Rabbi Tiger Woods.

Rockstar Award ...

This isn't a Rockstar of the Moment Award. This is the Rockstar Award. It won't be awarded again. I don't want to make a big deal of this so I'll try keep it brief.

You're 30 years old, you're making $180 million over the next 3 years and you've just been offered a Calvin Klein modelling contract. You're also the starting quarterback for the New England Patriots. You've thrown 38 touchdowns this season. In 10 unbeaten games.

You used to date her.

You now date her.

Tom Brady. Welcome to the club.

Monday plus 1 girl...

I love it when you speak foreign...

Anonymous Contributor: Why She Will ...

The 3 boxes you have to tick of a famous 'Are you self-obsessed? test to fall within the definition of self-obsessed are:

Box 1: You think about yourself!
Box 2: You don't think about others!
Box 3: When you were reading box 2 you though about yourself?

Um...check check check. However, we here are Rockstar Journals also have other people think about us, and we love thinking about other people thinking about us. This is why when our 'to-remain-anonymous' good friend sent us a postworthy post. We posted it. Check.

Why She Will: by Ari Goldstar



"You treat a dame like a lady, and a lady like a dame"
- Frank Sinatra

At the risk of sounding like an over-caffeinated 13 year old who's been watching reruns of Mulder and Scully: Trust No-one. Well, not no-one, your dog won't lie to you, but that hot little piece of ass snuggling up against your chest right now - don't trust her.



The fairer sex gets a raw deal. I mean, they're painted as the evil in the bible, they can't pee standing up and they're eternally being dumped by an unfaithful boyfriend/husband/some guy she drunkenly took home last night.

At Rockstar Journals, we try to break down stereotypes. We're all for sexual equality. We're regular Martin Luther fuckin’ Kings.

Trading up is part of human nature. You always want something better. The grass is always looks greener. I wouldn’t be writing this now if I had to use a computer the size of city block which only read punchcards. Thanks to men before me always wanting better, I'm listening to music, downloading porn (not really Mum) and typing this all on a lap top smaller than Calista Flockhart's bum and quicker than Casey Stoner at Imola.

Guys have been replacing girlfriends with the newer younger model for time immemorial. Girls haven't had it so easy. On the occasion they've had a go it's generally resulted in unpleasantness for everyone. See: Henry the VII. See: the Koran.

Since girl power (what a great revolution that was) kicked onto the scene women have been more able to use their god-given socially manipulative skills. Or maybe now it's just more visible (and less widely punished by stoning).

In the last few months a number of my fellow megastars (it's not arrogant if it's true) have recently decided to replace their circa early 2000 models with newer, better and in one unfortunate incident, more spacious models. As with any upgrade one always checks the availability of the top models - I’m not going to get a Nokia 3210, if I can get a Blackberry. Come to think of it I probably wouldn't get a 3210 regardless - I had one and it was extremely temperamental, always breaking down ...

In the name of research a number and variety of newer models were approached, seduced and ultimately traded in. Ultimately we've been through it all and although haven't had this vindicated by each and every model yet, it's just cause she is a great liar. On a lonf enough time scale the survival rate for everything drops to zero.

The chances that a girl's going to cheat on you aren't a chance, it's a certainty. Of course, you're good-looking, smart, confident, more than any girl could wish for; and your girlfriend's never going to cheat on you. Right? Wrong. That's exactly why she'll get away with it though. Guys cheat stupidly. You're drunk and the leggy blonde eye-fucking you across the bar suddenly wants to drop the ophthalmic prefix. Of course, you take her right there on the dance floor in front of everyone - including your girlfriends 100 closest friends.

Women have been playing this game since Eve did the funky chicken with the serpent and are a lot more practised. So you won't ever suspect a thing, and when you find out, you probably won't believe it. Now if you think that you have somehow found the enigma, and your darling Kim is some angel. Not only is she lying to you, but even worse you are lying to yourself.

Now I understand that, in your social circle of friends, you're a big name (I’m big in Philipi), but if you truely believe that darling Kim would not cheat on you with say Mr Williams (and I don’t mean Serena’s old man) or some other celebrity, then you have obviously been rewarded for good behaviour and must be reading this article in the Valkenberg Library.


Now your retort could be that luckily Kim is never going o meet Robbie, and that is in all likelihood true, but since we have proved that she will cheat on you what makes you think she wouldn’t do it with Jonnie at Caprice, or depending on what Kim is like Wolf at Tiger Tiger, or for that matter Rob at Largo Road.

If you still believe that Kim is as innocent as she says she is, you should probably join the flat earth society or just keep her locked up in the kitchen. To expand this point any girl will cheat on their boyfriend/husband if the right guy, does the right things, at the right time.

For example this usually requires a rockstar to say “hello”, or at least make eye contact. Lesser mortals would obviously have to do a little more,.
If your maths is any good think of it this way.

X horny guys are going to make a move on your girlfriend.
The longer she is your girlfriend the higher X

Let Y be how hot your doll is. If Y is greater, then X is greater. However, if Y is lower, although X may also be lower, so are her standards.

So the odds of it happening to your girlfriend are just as likely as it happening to Seal’s. At some stage, when the moon and the stars and the sun (isn’t there a song that goes like that...) are aligned and you have just forgotten your anniversary (honest mistake), and are now away on business, so she can have the shoes she wants, or whatever the reasons (if I knew them I wouldn’t be writing this article but would be jumping on Oprah’s couch as I became an honorary member of her book club), she is going to cheat on you.

You don’t have to believe me, but if it'd help I could list example after example here of situations were girls have cheated on their boyfriends. I probably know one about yours. You've got my email address. Unless, of course, the story involves me."

No it's not...

I sometimes fail miserably to understand the influences felt by the mercurial concept of our social dynamic. Some guy sports a Trucker to the beach, next week everyone has a trucker. Some guy rips Gym Class Heroes off the the interweb, and then everyone is humming 'take your 'clothes off''. Some dude says 'no sure', everyone says no sure!

It is how things happen. This where it loses me.!Now as nice as trucker caps fit, and as sick as Travis McCroys' lyrics are and as versatile as 'no sure' is, I am not blown away by their popularity. No sure. However, what I don't grasp is how idiosyncratic social nuances filter from one typecast genre into one totally different.

Blatantly disregarding an argument for cross culture interaction and growth can someone please explain why preppy previously advantaged white kids flail around all English parts of the the country with the departing words, '...that's how I roll!'

No sure.

Flummoxed as to the true meaning and how its usage permeated into the vernacular of a Polo shirt wearing collar-up touting tanned white 20 something I resorted to the interweb to do some research.

From the erudite rap lyrics of Chamillionaire we have:

"They see me rollin';They hatin'.Patrollin'And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty."


No sure. Not satisfied I hit the hardcore streets of interweb inner city to search it on urbandictionary dot com: I got 4 definitions -


1. What someone would say to insinuate that it was their style, or that it was the way they usually do things.
"Yo man so did you already hit it or what?Yeah, you know that's how I roll."


2. That is how I like to do things.
"I know I'm always wearing a bathrobe but that's how I roll."


3. That's how I do it.... or that's the way that I do it.
"*uck some labor...I take my ride through the wash, that's how I roll."


4. A response used when someone compliments your things.
"Bridget: Wow, Jackie! That is a nice plasma tv!

Jackie: That's how I roll!

For me the final installment in definitions perfectly encapsulates this creep of black American gangsta rap euphemisms into the mouths of people that are as closely associated to a gangster lifestyle as the new range of PUMA summer wrist cuffs are to last seasons D&G wrap-around aviators. Jackie and Bridget are hardly the names of people that should be quipping the phrase but I suppose they heard their cool older brothers Bradly and Michael say it first.

You're white Drama, give it up. The closest you've been to America was your High School soccer tour to Canada and the only West Coast you know is when your dad took you for crayfish at the Strandloper.

You don't roll dude.

Cute...

These girls get posted just cause they deserve it...

Monday mens rea...




Yes, I have a leaning towards blonde girls, but any guy should, however my heart lies in the brunette ladies.



Imagine a picture of me and you in your modelling portfolio. Disasterous hey? How would someone hire you when they see what I look like? Guess you feel like Avril feels here, hot but not as hot...





It's not your fault bro, they only made one of me...

Rockstar of the Moment...

This news is two days old but the effected of it will be deep felt for years to come. South Africa has never really battled on the world sporting stage (sure the National Baseball side was the first team to generate the implementation of the 'skunk' rule in the games history but baseball shouldn't be played outside of the central Americas so we will concede that) and this is largely due to our steady flow of impressive talent.

However, despite parliaments best effort our sporting progress (post isolation) has been severely retarded by impinged individuals (wait I switcherooed those words)... has been severely impinged by retarded individuals.

Sure, I agree the dramatic inequalities that resulted in the social abatement of the oppressed majority had significant effects that need to be addressed but fast tracking players in professional sport into a competitive arena that they aren't ready for is not the answer.

Essentially "quotas" did more harm than good and despite a long history of their failure proving this no one at the top table admitted the emperor was naked.

Well this guy sits at the head of the top table in the sporting dining hall and when the president wants to talk footie at the highest table this is the man he chats to. Brief result. Our man here has balls and made the call.

Rev. Dr. Makhenkesi Stofile.

"Quotas are out," Stofile told the parliamentary sports committee."Let us put our resources into the development of talent."