Alrighty, let’s do this!
Like I said, this is ok – I had to scale down the video quite a lot to get it to upload right so the visuals have lost a bit of their sharpness and clarity, but overall, the best part of doing this whole thing was shooting it on the Nokia N8 I’m using right now.
So kick back, grab a froo-froo vodka cocktail and check out The Tiger Life – Episode 1.
Stay tuned for more Tiger shenanigans in next week’s episode!
-ST
So I checked out the Smirnoff gig at The Grand Cafe where the big announcement was made saying which country we are swopping crates with and actually had a rocking time.
I made a whole bunch of new friends who, like me, are pretty crazy fuckers and even got an opportunity to interview DJs Fresh and Euphonik using the new shiny N8 that the kind folks at Nokia have given me to review for the next month.
So who are we swopping crates with? Well, instead of doing the usual SlickTiger thing of just writing a whole load of blahblahblah, I’m upping the ante on this one slightly and I’m gonna cut together the video I shot at the event into an all-new web series that I plan to make a regular feature on this site.
Starting Monday, you can watch all the crazy shenanigans your buddy ‘ol pal SlickTiger gets up to in a radass show I’m calling: THE TIGER LIFE – shot entirely on the N8.
Watch this space muthufukkahs, shit’s just about to get interesting 😉
-ST
You guys aren’t gonna believe this.
So despite the fact that I shot holes through their new campaign and had a laugh at DJ Fresh and Euphonik’s co-written response (click here for a recap), it would appear that the folks at Smirnoff still wanna be pals.
I cracked the nod to attend this exclusive event Smirnoff are hosting on Friday where they’re going to be revealing all kinds of stuff about this whole Nightlife Experience shebang including, but not limited to:
And there I’ll be, at ground zero when this all gets revealed like some kind of sold-my-soul-to-Satan corporate whore blogger.
But I mean c’mon, it’s high time the Tiger got some kick-backs from this whole blogging gig. I mean, I share a cubicle with Nash from Bangers&Nash and that guy gets so much free shit it’s embarrassing.
Next on the Tiger’s agenda: write a post about how lousy Maseratis are, how X-Boxes are a dying fad and how houses in Camps Bay are shit.
Don’t hate the player hate the game yo!
-ST
My favourite moment as a blogger is when people ask me what other blogs I read.
“What?!†I invariably reply, “there are other blogs on the internet?! Holy shit, no! I don’t read that garbage, it’s bad enough that I write one, why the hell would I want to read someone elses?â€
But the sad truth is that I too get miserably bored at work sometimes and find myself gravitating toward other blog sites, mostly just to affirm the fact that I am pretty much the Anti-Christ of South African bloggers and probably always will be.
Shaun Oakes has his moments too though – that whole Marine Taxis debacle that went down a few weeks back? Hilarious! And brilliantly handled too, made me wish some crazy old bat would bless this site with her incoherent, hate-fuelled ramblings. A guy can only hope…
And so I stumbled on his post about some Smirnoff hamper he was giving away on his site for this new thing Smirnoff is doing where they are going to put South Africa’s nightlife in a crate and ship it to some random country overseas.
Then they open it in the middle of a huge party with hundreds of people gathered there and BAM! Out jump The Parlotones!
Hahaha! Sorry, couldn’t resist 😉
No, they open the crate and BAM! Out jumps something, or at least a whole bunch of somethings that people have voted into the crate on Facebook.
The final say as to what exactly goes into the crate is decided by DJ Euphonic and DJ Fresh which totally defeats the object if you ask me because with stand-up guys like that calling the shots, there’s no way any crazy shit’s gonna get in there.
And, as anyone who’s truly experienced it can attest, SA nightlife is ALL about the crazy shit.
Me, I’d put David Kramer in there, no question about it.
Imagine everyone’s surprise when ol’ Dawie jumps out on the other side, banging out “The Royal Hotel†or “Biscuits And Biltong†on his guitar to a totally bewildered crowd of snooty, too-cool-for-school partygoers who have probably never once in their lives sat around a blazing fire with their buddies talking shit and listening to Mr Kramer’s classic ballads intermingled with the distant sounds of lions banging somewhere.
I think it’s a cute idea and all but I just don’t think what comes out of our crate on the other side is really going to blow anyone’s mind – does that make me a cynical basterd?
All we can hope, hope and pray, hope, pray and dream is that we get Columbia’s crate.
Now THAT’S a party I’d give a toe to be at, hooooooooooooooooo-weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
But seriously, am I the only one who thinks a crate packed full of Vuvuzelas, boerie rolls and Freshly Ground is a sure-fire recipe for a distinctly average night out?
-ST
