I check my e-mail several times a day because you just won’t stop e-mailing me telling me how RAD I am! I know it though so you don’t have to keep mailing me. Don’t stop with the naked pictures though because I quite enjoy those.

Being a man of integrity I will never post those photos on my website. Nor will I reveal your name, Kerry.

Last week however, I received an e-mail unlike any other. It was quite a long one but it came from a credible source, a friend of ours, a supporter, a great writer.

I won’t post the entire thing here but Jason Mitchell sent us this and it’s beautiful. He wrote it last year and I have it on my computer. “Glorious” is a word that comes to mind.

It’s not often that I read thing that make me cry with laughter, but reading this pearler had me reaching for the bottle to calm my shaking body. It’s all got to do with a bit of the Herschel vibe and was based on Jason’s observations last year on Clifton beach. By the way the “ratbags” I was referring to are also called “hoodrats” as Jason let me know. If you know Herschel and you live in Cape Town, it may strike a familiar chord. Check this out:

“Imagine my surprise when I saw a pack of herschel hoo-rah’s whom had set up their nest just near our location…herschel girls! at the beach! i thought they didnt need tanning anymore after the infamous ‘Fake-tan-gate’ scandal of early September…which probably explains why they were huddled together looking up at the strange bright yellow thing in the sky…its called ‘the sun’ darlings…i must commend them on their efforts to come to the beach, what with such strange objects like ‘the sun’, ‘poor people’ and ‘food’ in abundance in this alien environment…well done girls! The whole fake tan thing I suppose is the next logical step…what with fake nails, fake hair and fake food (you cant eat water children), i wouldnt be surprised if personality was the next thing…’New from Mac…Personality in a Can!’

Whaaaaaaaaaaaa! And if that’s not enough, I was hit with this as well:

“…it was a pleasant sight to see all of you running around, smoking hub (oooh rebels…), using ‘luv’ and ’sweety’ and ‘like oh my god, im SO over him…’ and generally trying to act rather mature…especially Miss Cowgirl with fake Louis Vuitton bag…yes, you… i know its fake…just like your orgasms… oh snap…but i digress…”

FANTASTIC! I think it’s only this type of insight from people living in Cape Town that will truly give you the Herschel vibe. Until then, or maybe until you read this now, you would not be completely up to date on what type of people Herschel produces.

Herschel: Living the dream

It’s a unique blend of old money, snobbery, good looks, the ability to have four boyfriends at once and basically the ability to drive a Bentley around on your 18th birthday with a sticker on the back saying “F*%k the poor”

I enjoyed going onto the Herschel website though and reading the “About” section.

It starts off with the following line:

“Welcome from the Head”

Indeed that is how most guys have been welcomed to the Herschel girls ethos.

“From the Head…”

Brilliant.

Sean Lloyd

Editor