Brent Spilkin

Well what can I say… I am being forced into writing a 1000 character blog
on the absolute awesomeness of the legend that is THE JO Lurie. (
@TheJoLurie )

Why? Well apparently my 140 character follow Friday tweet was just lacking,
somewhat.

So let’s see what she has done for me besides, make me laugh off the cliff
before jumping, hold my hair back from the next room while I puked an opera
and Introduced me to so many psycho girls that turned out be psycho ex
girlfriends (at least I got some!):

In no particular order of late:

* Booked flights, accommodation, transfers, Linkin Park Tickets in
Berlin all without a blink and a beg for thanks.

* Got me several new followers on Twitter. How? National TV my
friends. National TV.

(how many characters is that so far….?)

Ok she is without doubt the only person on earth that can pull such a guilt
trip on me that I sit here and tap away like this! ( I expect backlash from
that for sure!)

We fight, we laugh, she gives me her piece of mind, she can’t tell me
secrets, she drinks and occasionally she smokes. Did I mention that I have a
huge mouth and can’t keep secrets? It’s not true. I can. Just my own
secrets.

Well I hope that this “ode to Jo” is better than any #FollowFriday I have
ever done.

If you wanna see brains and wit at work, don’t continue reading this click
on @TheJoLurie and Follow.

Light, love and Ballgags.

Spillly

I have a friend. His name is Rich! Mulholland, and its spelt just like that
– with an Exclamation mark.

I’m sure that one day, my epitaph I could read “I knew Rich Mulholland” and
people would think I was cool, too. He has gone places. He is going places
and I’m strangely proud – like his father.

Rich! Is one of those friends I may see twice or 3 times a year and every
evening is awash with foul language, brilliant ideas on how to make and
spend money and me always criticizing him for buying the ugliest car on the
road (even if it’s a Porsche). But you see it’s not important that he
“wastes” his money on toys and travel as he lives life as though tomorrows
pay cheque is in the post. Rich! Is one of those boys that will make money regardless of what he does,
because people will throw money at personality and drive. We all want what
he has. And he has bucket loads.

How much would you pay for that kind of energy and enthusiasm?

Tonight was no different. Between grabbing his girlfriends boob at the
dinner table and downing what looked like a litre of milk, I read between
the lines and saw, again, a brilliant mind that has not rested in years. A
mind that is hungry for knowledge that excites his being. He gets excited
about his ideas and dominates the discussion. I have to rudely tell him to
shut up and ask his GF what’s news in her life. How does she put up with
him? It’s admirable.

So many plans, schemes and plays ahead. Each one viable, noble businesses
plan. Each one more fun than the next and each one a rung on the ladder to
rock-stardom! He is a rock star without the guitar, but his voice is his
instrument and his mind the drum solo.

As he pulls away with his limited edition Vespa, girlfriend clinging on for
life, I imagine what lies ahead of him, hoping he won’t forget the little
people that told him not to worry about spending the few thousand Rands on a
house a few years ago, when he now makes that per hour.

Thanks for dinner and the million ideas I won’t remember when I awake
tomorrow morning.

Rock on you porn star!

Spillly.

Ps. you better RTweet this shit out of this, I need new followers.