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The Stormhoek Story #3
And the quality production from Zoopy keeps coming! Zoopy has released the 3rd video in the Zoopy series of Stormhoek Stories. Now we get into more detail. Still very interesting to watch.
The collapse last year of Orbital Wines, UK based distributor for South African wines abroad has serious economic impacts for the effected vineyards of the Western Cape’s Stormhoek locale. In total the vineyards have lost revenues amounting to R6,000,000. This is a very large amount of money for a labour intensive industry to kiss goodbye. There is no hope of a dividend from the liquidation of Orbital.
The economy for the region may be severley harmed, but the worst and saddest legacy of Orbital’s demise will be the human impact.
Vineyard workers will have to be laid off unless some quick & effective cash injections to contribute toward operational costs is found. Unlike the UK where if you get laid off work, you can make your way to the local Job Centre, sign on and get state benefits paid out to you each week, the vineyard workers like Manus, Maxwell and Ludwe (in main photo above), do not have the luxury and security of anything remotely like this to fall back on in the event they cannot earn a wage to keep their families fed, housed, clothed and the kids educated.
We are asking you to dig deep into your Big Love for SA wines and help keep the affected Western Cape vineyards operating. How? By buying a Stormhoek vine.
Click here or below on the icon to read Stormhoek’s complete article.
Eskom did not heed good advice years ago to build more powerstations.
And so Namibia, Botswana, Zambia and Zimbabawe must also now suffer alongside South Africa’s population and industry for Eskom’s complete failings and myopia combined with their total lack of intelligent business/commercial insights and forecasting abilities for energy requirements to meet future population/industry growth.
It take 6-8 years to build and get a powerstation online producing energy for the national grid. What are they going to do about it - run a 3rd world country’s 1st world economy between power cuts?!
Guess what - the next exodus to Europe, Australia and America is about to begin.
Engage Facebook and use itThink McClaren’s appeal against BMW/Williams fuel temp should prevailAccept Saturday’s Rugby World Cup Final as a match befitting a final
Not speak out about Al Gore’s climate change misrepresentations
Look at it. Wonderful isn’t it? So close you could stretch out your arm and touch it with your fingertips.
And so it is with our deepest dreams, personal aspirations and business goals. One of my goals since I was a young boy in Namibia, is to own a telescope that will let me clearly see the moon close up and much more detail than what can be seen in the photo above. But as so often happens, one’s life gets in the way of certain aspirations so they go unfulfilled.
I still live in hope and with Christmas only a matter of weeks away, I wonder what Santa will bring me? I am also hoping to oneday meet a certain young lady who I have come to respect and admire for her dedication to living her life to the full while also fighting for a better tomorrow for HIV/AIDS victims. Something tells me that I will realise none of the two dreams if I do not ENGAGE the process to make them occur. And so I have decided to write to Santa and to now book my return flight to Johannesburg. You might think that these two ‘dreams’ are pitifully small and easily realisable. Well to me they represent two things I need.
One other Xmas gift I have not dared contemplate getting is an invitation to a 27 Dinner. Like maybe the last week November for example?!! Hint, hint.
All that remains for me to do now is to begin ENGAGING positive thoughts. Self-fulfilling prophesy thoughts.
Or so the British supermarketers should have us believe.
See the photo and take note of what they do to naartjies in UK.
First they dress them up in a label which is enough to rob them of their dignity and then to top it all, see what they call them? Clementine. What name is that to call a naartjie? The British supermarket chains delete their given identity and rebrand them with this awful human name. Clementine.
If I was a naartjie and some jerk in a foreign land wanted to dress me in a label and call me Clementine, I’d go ballistic.
Surely if you are going to apply a local name to one of South Africa’s best loved fruits, at least have the courtesy to survey the growers for consensus on a suitable replacement! Given what naartjies are used for outside of gracing our fruitbowls and being rapturously devoured, these seemingly dainty fruits are deserving of a more robust name that projects their status among us who use them each Saturday at rugby fields around S Africa.
Maybe Tesco or Sainsbury’s and even Morrison’s can review these options and settle on one of the following - Sipho, Frik, Hannnes, Blatjang, Petrus, Sakkie or if these don’t conjur up the requisite stature of a naartjie how does Vulcan, Kudu, Conqueror, Splatter or Fokjulle sound?
You can submit more names and we can take a poll and submit the result to the supermarket buyers for their input and reaction. Please submit more names for naartjies in UK. You can use the wtf above or the comments below. I want naartjies to be naartjies wherever they are displayed on a fruit n veg shelf at supermarkets around the world.
Naartjies are naartjies and deserve to be known as this and nothing else. Clementine sounds so…..scrawny and puny and like all naartjies had their balls chopped off.
I address this to all those who have felt the pressures that choosing the right university causes and the mind numbing processes you are put through during the selection interviews and stresses that are brought to bear on the extremely intelligent young & fertile genius minds.
Colleges want you because you attract money. I previously asked Max to clarify a few issues and she says, “..and were it not for peer and parent pressures, the students might do what is suggested. However I doubt very much that the colleges will ever let up in their elitism and need to generate money for money’s sake alone.”
This morning I learnt that the daughter of a close friend of mine was rushed to hospital after taking an overdose. She had been stressed and pressurised about which university to go to.
I have no answers on how to prevent this sad and desperate measure by a 16yr old. She has a loving and caring family to support her but the pressures to get funds into the campus treasure chest must have created extreme pressures which the college(s) brought to bear on her in order to just to get her to choose them. How appalling of these academic institutions.
What a sad and bad state of affairs they have created. Instead of creating and nurturing, they are dooming young minds to years of hurt, low esteem, mistrust and the need for therapy.
The true blood diamonds of Africa are the child soldiers. Progeny of the first human blueprint of this world, forged in a history no other can compete with, these children were the real diamonds for Africa’s future. But then……..
The government’s own figures show an increase in greenhouse gases
The EU’s carbon trading scheme has increased electricity bills, given a windfall to power companies and failed to cut greenhouse gases, it is claimed.
An investigation by BBC Radio 4’s File on 4 programme has found that after two and half years the scheme has yet to cut in carbon dioxide emissions.
The consumer body Energywatch said customers are getting a raw deal.
Let’s talk boardingschool and the flights to and from Oranjemund to Cape Town.
Most Oranjemund kids will remember this as a time of sadness, excitement and for a short time in the airplane - it was fun, fun, fun which included a mad dash to the plane, up the steps to get the best seats and the fun included using the airsick bags to write messages to a friend who’d be flying on the next flight out. We’d leave the message in the seat pouch and the occupant in your seat on the next flight would pass the sickbag with your message scrawled on it to the intended person. We did this for each other. It was a code we adhered to. However, all that in-flight fun stopped on landing at Cape Town.