What influenced your choice in Username?

Maybe we covered this previously but I'm really curios to find out how you landed up on your Username. 

I guess some of your names are easy to decipher. 

Beeno, maybe he liked Beeno comics and sees himself as the British Dennis the Mennis

Saffex, South African Expat or ex Saffa. (By the way, I had the term Saffa or being called a Saffa, but how do you shorten South African when you have Ausies, Kiwis etc)

Mozart, Maybe likes classical music or tickling the every 

ClerverMike, maybe a smart arse or just someone that is part of Memsa 

Plum, maybe he likes plums. Not sure if anyone on here tried pickled plum, they are disgusting

Deux Ex Lemur, funny name, maybe referring to the video game Duex Ex

Anyway, please share

That is cool, or it would sound like Saffolk. I know we have Augenhaffer or what ever his name is that kept being changed. 

King Corn was the Mielie pap I used have for breakfast. Love the stuff, lots of sugar, butter and milk. My gran made the best when I use to visit them on the farm.

So this brand stuck, could have been Iwisa or Ace. 

Not much....when I joined i just used the letter my name starts with, and I thought Power sounded ok after that.... as Rugby is also alot about Power

Deus Ex Lemur = Augenoffer.

Mine is just a made up name I used for a particularly stupid character during creative writing exercises. Nothing to do with Pakistan, as some have thought .

kc 

Mine is based on my name and I thought it was a joke to add clever to it.   Nothing else really.

By the way Ex Lemur had at least another dozen user names before and you should ask the guy to provide a reason for each of those.    He changed user names every time he embarrassed himself through prejudiced idiocy on site.       

Deus Ex Lemur = Springbok

"Did they ever teach you to make a “ketty” with those red tire inner tubes?"

Made so many of these, I could literally do it with my eyes closed.

We used thin cable wire to hold the red inner tube to the Y frame..

Also, if you didn't cut that red inner tube properly and neatly.... after a couple of pulls it would snap, fly back and smack you in the face.....broken... start all over.

We were lucky, we had a mate who had access to his dad's leather offcuts and scraps, so we always used that to hold the stone.... still remember using a knife to make the two holes in the leather and then folding the inner tube sideways to make it fit through and then pull it back on itself and tie it up with wire....

Fuck man.... awesome memories...

Wire?

Yep

We also always used the thin strips of the inner tube to hold the main bands on, but then most of us graduated to this thin wire, only because it was just far easier and quicker to , especially for any field fixes.

I am trying to remember the name of the wire that we used because it had a specific name, it was incredibly thin, very strong and extremely flexible, and it was coated in coloured rubber or plastic... it came in all different colours.

We then used the thicker inner tube bands around the frame, and not the thinner ones.... in case we had some snaps of the main bands in the field.

I actually bought one about 5 months ago from one of these farm roadside stalls..... very well made... but with no wire, lol

Scoubidou draad?

DB is my initials and Draad is short for Doringdraad...just a silly nick 'n used for an arcade game I played. Every Friday at the local pub...we were totally addicted...fierce rivalry and epic matches. 

LMAO

Thanks Db... I was going to call it "Scooby Doo" wire but I honestly thought it would just sound so horribly wrong.....

Yep, that is exactly what it was... eish memories

DB Draad, thought it was to do with Dooby Wire, not sure if you ever made bracelets or use those colour electrical wire to make all sorts of things out of. 

Saffex, Devils, Plut, Ketty making was the best. We use to go look in the barn for inner tubes, but found the red was by far the best. The black ones would never last. 

We had plenty of sheepskin to make the holder and then would find a decent mik, or a branch to get the right V shape. My uncle showed us how to tie the tube to the wood. 

My Grand dad would ask us to go hunt the birds on his orchards. It became a sport and we must have killed so many birds. We would try cook them and eat them on the fire. Not much meet though, the best was if you could get a pigeon. Taste like chicken. 

My Grandparents had a farm on the west coast. Same area where Tolla Van Der Merwe is from. So my whole family had the same accent as Tolla. Great story tellers though. They mainly farmed with sheep and my grandad had some Jersey Cows too. Best milk ever. My grandmother had a huge pantry full of her home made jams, biscuits, dried fruit and even bokkoms. (Dried Fish). It would get so hot in the afternoons, the men would normally get up early morning to beat the heat of mid day and would go work out in the field. If we could get up early, then we would join them. 

I can tell you so many stories. The only thing I hated about the sandveld was that it was covered in thorns and the farm workers children, or klontjies we use to call them all ran around barefoot. All of them looked like Manie Libbok. Kind of a love hate with the klontjies, but come to think about it. Their parents didn't have much opportunity and would just be drunk every weekend. They would get into fights all the time. So they would either throw us with stones or swear at us or sometimes we would play together. But they had a clear hate for us. They kept saying, wait till the ANC come into power, we are going to take this farm and your houses. I can understand now how they felt seeing some whites driving around in a car, riding bikes and wearing nice clothes and shoes. 

About those thorns, we would try leave our shoes behind and run in the veld like the klontjies but couldn't even make it down the dirt path more than 20 meters. We had to call our parents to rescue us. 

I had about 6 cousins that would join us on the farm. We were all around the same age and either would spend there most of our weekends and almost all of our school holidays. Great memories. 

 "the red was by far the best. The black ones would never last"

Man.... this is so true hey.... and boy did we try the black ones, but we always went back to the red.

The blacks ones would always get the scaling on it, almost looking like snakes skin, but dried up and cracking from the sun... which broke too easily compared to the more resilient red tubing.

Shit, this brings back memories that I haven't thought of in so many years....

I grew up in the bush, was in the bush fishing almost every weekend with lots of mates... we made forts, serious underground ones on the river bank..... I remember waking up one morning to a leguan in our one entrance ... too shit scared to do anything.

We used to constantly always have the local Maqueta's around us, doing their time in the bush.

Throw nets..... and hand line fishing with curry dough for Mullet and Carp...... constant pole vaulting competitions with bamboo that was growing by the river... eating snakes, fish, crabs on the fire.... using fresh green branches for our braai grid because it wouldn't burn so quickly, but smoked like hell.

We also had many huge rope swings, right into the middle of the river, made from rope that we got from an old sports fields boundary.... and then of course the zip lines......super cool

When last did you guys even see a Tok Tokkie..... we used to see them all the time growing up... all over the place.... now I haven't seen one in years.....

I tell you.... growing up in Africa is a privilege, not a right...... and man were those days fantastic

Advocate, man so glad to hear that many of us on here got to experience that part of Africa. I don't think my kids would ever know or experience the same. I would love to be back there now with them but the world is a different place. 

We were just left to ourselves, my mom and aunts would be with my Gran in the house while the kids were outside playing around the house, exploring the barn or just wondering around in the field. My gran had an old school bell which they would ring to let us know it is lunch time. 

At that time of day it would be really hot, around 40c. The men would be back from the field and we would all sit in a massive kitchen and have a huge lunch. Either my grans affal curry, mutton chops, fish etc and then custard and jelly for desert. After lunch, you couldn't stay in the house and the kids got kick out and the adults would go have a nap. 

We would just play under the trees or find things to do. 

By 4 pm we would be hungry again and then sneak back into the kitchen. Pour ourselves some coffee and then grab bowls of rusks and biscuits from the spens. One of the adults would come and chase us away again afterwards. 

By 6 pm they would start up the old diesel generators as there was no electricity on the farm. We would go and fetch lambs and feed them with bottles, give scraps to the chickens and help fetch the cows. 

Dinner was normally just fish and bread. Just something light. They would light a fire outside and we would all sit around the fire on whatever stump or tiny milking bench we could find and listen to stories that they adults told. 

We would then get ready for bed, we all had to share a bath and the kids would go first. It was normally cold and who get a dip and a proper wash, but no time to splash about as water was very scarce on the farm. We would then watch a bit of news and TV for a bit as my grandfather always wanted to know the weather before going off to bed. There were no duvets, just heavy blankets and it can get very cold in the evening. 

One of the adults would normally go and turn of the generator and you can hear it sputtering down. We still use candles around bed time so I always enjoy the light and smell of candles. 

We would get tucked in and before we knew it we were gone. By the time we woke up there would be a lot of activity in the kitchen and people would be calling for each other around the yard. 

Normally some eggs for break or my favourite, Miellie pap. My gran would make a huge pot and I would normally have 2 or 3 bowls. 

We always ate well and most things other then bread were produced on the farm. 

Loved building underground forts. We even use to make a small fireplace with a chimni, found an old trapping metal cage that was used for our braai grill. We would also collect the wheat from the harvesters scoop bucket and then use my grans pestle and mortar to grind it down and then ask her for some meat or vegetables and cheese. We would make a pizza dough out of it and then cook it on the fire. 

But the best part was making the biggest bon fires. During the summer it would be so dry that you can just pull the bushes our root and all. My grandparents didn't mind as it cleared the property up around the farm, but it was also massive. So don't think 6 boys and girls would be able to collect enough. 

But we would just stack as high as we can and then our parents would help us light it. 

Was thinking about this recently how as kids we played football on any patch we could find and we played with whatever race was available. We had no thoughts for segregation,as long as the sun shone we kick ed that piece of leather around. 

Similar growing up in the Boland...my Grandparents were from Montagu...we knew every inch of the mountains, river and dams..

We had family in Ladysmith,  Bonievale (farm), Robertson (farm), Koo( farm), Nuy(farm).

Don't get me started on camping trips...Stilbaai, Witsand, L'Agullas, Struisbaai, Pearly Beach...Uilkraals...

We do the camping thing with the kids, but it doesn't come close to the way it used to be in the 80's. 

Do I even need to say where my handle comes from, could say it was my liking of killing non believers and enforcing religious beliefs on other people but pretty sure none of you would swallow that hahaha

"DB Draad, thought it was to do with Dooby Wire, not sure if you ever made bracelets or use those colour electrical wire to make all sorts of things out of. "

Same stuff...telephone/sound wires had to be colour coded...I Googled "scooby-doobie draad" as we called it in my neck.

Mine’s simple….my name is Rebecca. Slightly boring but there you go  

"Do I even need to say where my handle comes from ?? "

Subterfuge is not your thing.

PS, Sader, tell us a bit about what kinda trouble you lads got into back in school...fishing, diving, camping kinda stuff...how was life on the 70s & 80's on the islands?

Primary School  in the TVL……running down mine dumps was the thrill of the week.

Rebecca is a nice  name.....not boring  

Damn M you’re slick!

Lived in a city, but spent my days playing rugby and bullrush after school, along with any sport with a ball (except soccer) back in those days we considered it gay lol

Weekends were spent fishing or biking up to the top of the port hills and trying to break our necks riding down dyers pass road on our single speed pieces of shit, how we never hurt ourselves I will never know but came close more than once.

In summer we used to dissappear about 8am and came home just as it got dark (my parents rule) but we always left it to the last minute.

No way I let my kids do that, it's a different world nowdays, always respected my parents for how much freedom I had.

God knows how many days we spent at the beach, sitting in the Sandhills of Brighton Beach and popping down for a swim ever 30 minutes or so to cool off. Never learned to surf unfortunately as didn't know anyone with a board.

Sunday was always family day in summer and we would always head out for a picnic, usually in North Canterbury in the rivers behind Amberley. Remember those days the best. Give anything  for just one of those days, I had the best parents ever growing up (of course never appreciated how good I had it)

As for trouble not much but we did have a commercial estate being built down the road when I was about 12 and we used to climb all over the buildings when they were being built, got a ride home from the cops when they caught us playing poisonous ball over the roofing girders which were 30 foot in the air. Just got a warning from the cops that we shouldn't be there and my parents were pretty chill about it, mind you I was shitting myself being dropped off at home from the cops.

Did the trick, never got in trouble after that lol ( well serious trouble that is still got a few hiding from my mum when I stepped out of line)

Mpower - Thought it was Max Power like in the Simpsons when homer changed his name after looking at the vacuum cleaner. 

Crusaderfan - I always thought you were a Cape Crusader but great to see a kiwi on here. By the way, the crusaders was never nearly as bad as the Moores were to the rest of that region. Mainly a fools errand setup by the church to skim money from pilgrims 

Draad - Yes, Scooby Dooby wire. Couldn't recall the name for it. 

Sounds like all of us on here had carefree parents. 

I can't imagine allowing my 9 year old daughter walking home alone from school or leaving her at home for a half a day by herself. 

It's not to late to learn how to Surf Crusader....and what is Poisonous Ball? Sounds interesting.

Boys be boys...and the girls weren't far behind...we had some daring chicks in the wings.

King that,s a good one....but M = Morne'

Becs...Rebecca is everything but boring...not how I picture you at all, remember I know how you look Wendy, but here's a Rebecca Afrikaans folk song...

Hy Pappie.... Draad nou prat jy.....how I used to langarm Dance on Worsie Visser.....good memories ...also his song " Helder Maanskyn Aand"

Sader, this is a kettie.