More the Merrier

Today I want to share another piece of the pie, according to Cash.

Whenever someone hosts a function and says that anyone is welcome, "the more the merrier", I ask myself, "Is that really the case". Not at all.

There is always one sod who doesn't quite gel with the group, a person who isn't familiar with the dynamic. In crowds exceeding 8 people, "the more the merrier" will inevitably prove to be a load of nonsense. That "bad seed" will annoy. How much? Well, best case that person is quiet and alienated. Worst case, "the elephant in the room" is a colossal beast with a loud mouth spewing inappropriate and misguided filth.

Let it be known, travelling exacerbates the qualities of the "bad seed.

Cash Truth #2 - "the more the merrier" is rubbish, all the time, until the end of time.

Regards,

Cash

PS

There once was a man named Cash,

who had loads of green in his stash.

He bought himself land,

with some change in his hand,

oh the betties, how did they dash!

Introducing Terrence

There once was a lady called Terrence;
Who hated limericks and couldn't rhyhm for shit

Nomadic crash with the law

I was driving to work this morning in the lovely N1 traffic, savouring the blue summer sky and daydreaming of sundowners at Clifton this evening. Suddenly, I realised that I was driving towards town and not Koeberg Rd so I drove over a solid line to get in the right lane. Shock, horror! A skinny white woman dressed in her full traffic cop uniform blew a whistle and pulled me over. I mean really, they are taking 2010 to another level - I was waiting for her to pull out a red card. Needless to say I was late for work and the traffic department have another R600 to add to their Christmas bonus kitty.

I admit I was at fault and will, of course, go to City Hall and plead student poverty as I am shortly returning to studentdom. Although I should commend the government that they are doing something right (as petty as it is), it enrages me that plebs like me get nailed while parliamentary entourages whisk past hassle-free on a regular basis and receive the harsh punishment of smiles and waves from traffic cops. I guess I'm just a negative Nancy who is struggling to be optimistic with our country at the moment. I am trying to avoid reading News24 or newspapers.

Perhaps I should have got out of my car and gone running with scissors, 'Edward Scissorhands' style or, even better, blown a Vuvuzella and seen how the uptight woman would have reacted...

Kind Regards

Let me introduce myself, Jason L Cash. Tomorrow I may be Wilson F Cash. Either way, cash, green, dough, buns,coins, foreign exchange and hedge funds are involved.

I have pearls of wisdom aplenty. Some have said I am "wise beyond my years", a friendly neighbour commented "you're a genius Cash". Others suggest I should be a sage. The message is clear, my way is the only highway and it heads towards greener pastures and pleasant living.

In the weeks that follow, you will actually find you. Yes, its all overwhelming and the jargon is difficult to understand. But trust me, would I lie to you baby? Would I lie to you, oh yeah?

No.

Cash truth #1

Regards,

Cash

Introducing...

Our 'Running with Scissors' troop consists of three young friends who thrive off idle banter:
CASH: Money crazy man of the law who you will learn to love or hate. Quirky, witty and loves pet snakes...seriously he's got 2 so far...

TERRENCE: This sassy woman has wanted to write a book about her crazy life experiences for quite some time but working as a lawyer while simultaneously living life, there simply hasn't been any time. Hence, this blog will have you in hysterics with Sex in the City type tales that reguarly have us rolling on the floor...

SKAT: She is the creative, nomadic arty fart who is leaving the Mother City for another year to return to the village to study and play in an attempt to end her status as being a long-distance relationship fiend with roughly 6 years experience...