Here' you go, VisKop.
1) Donald - He used to live right across the road from Brebner High School in Bloem. And whether it was intentional or not, his house was directly adjacent to the cricket nets. We were driving past the school one Saturday afternoon, and saw him bowling in the nets. Just him, on his own, nobody else around. And these were some really shitty nets, concrete, no veld and very rickety. I instantly recognised him. We stopped the car, hopped the fence, and asked him if we could watch. He said sure and if we wanted we could throw the balls back to him. Now, i was 19 at the time, and we had smoked a joint int he car. So, pretty surreal, but we were there for about an hour, he was bowling, and then we'd go and get the balls. I don't know how any human faces bowling at that pace. I played more cricket in my life than i care to remember, but that's the closest I've been to that kind of pace, whether it's because i was high or not, I don't know...but it was ungodly fast. There is a little more, very synchronous detail to the this story...but you'll never believe it were I to tell you. So I'll leave it out.
Some time after this...
2) I used to play social soccer on Thursday evenings. On one evening a mate of mine brought this English chap along. He introduced him to us, and then mentioned that he was Donald's' brother in law. Ended up becoming mates with him, and then were also in a paintball league together. And through this, the mate that introduced him to us, ended up housesitting for Donald while he and his wife were out of the country. And we went over and had a braai at his house and swam in his pool.
3) Just a funny story - As mentioned i was 18-19 at the time, and used to work at the Milwaukee Spur at the foot of Naval Hill on weekends to make some money to party. Boje, Hansie, Donald...would often come in. One Saturday evening, Donald came in with his wife. He was being served by this Afrikaans chap called Albertus. Albertus came to us and said he was gonna take a bread roll to Donald and ask him to bowl it down the aisle. We were watching as he went over. Donald actually took the bread roll from him, stood up, pretended to do a few wing stretches.
4) Hansie and Donald Story - Both of them came into the Spur one evening, separately and with their wives. Donald came in first and then when Hansie and his wife came in, we assumed they were meeting each other there. The waiter asked "Are you joining Donald?" He replied with, "No please, I see him too much as it is (in Afrikaans)". So there they were, both in a non-smoking section, sitting a table apart.
5) Hansie story - The girl i dated at the time, her mom was a physio therapist, and she was in group of ladies that were all physios and would go to workshops and conferences together. Hansie's wife was in that group. My girlfriend's mom, on numerous occasions, mentioned to us that she was a bit of a gold digger and not a very nice person at all. Constantly mentioned new things they were buying etc.
So those are my stories. You asked.