News from one fucked up farewell weekend

For those of you that have been living under a rock for the past how long, or maybe just living on the East Rand, Tiger Tiger, superclub of the (not so famous) rock stars closed its doors this past weekend, leaving behind a legacy that is never to be forgotten.

Part 1: Toit like a Toiger Thursday
The last Students' Night at Tiger ever. EVER! Only a handful made the trip south of the border to bid farewell to the young and innocent 18 year old belters that frequent Thursdays at Tiger!

It was Suzanne’s birthday, and with her travelled all her tjokker varsity boys and girls – Tiger newbie’s that were so green it was frightening.

I don’t wanna piss Daedalus off, so here are the stemcell sentences (or whatever) he wanted. The Chumpsters, G Man, Jamma, Wezzo and Dari Dawg. The girlz? Me Julie, Sarah, bday girl Suzanne and her liewe maaitjie (we weren’t introduced).


Thomas – dirty-mouthed entertainer of the millennium. Love that guy! And the girlz, grinding!!!! Hmmmm…


But the night was relatively quiet, we had to save ourselves for the mayhem that was to be Friday night!

Part 2: Fantashtic Friday
The night started off very fucked up – Pot was so drunk he agreed to sit in the boot the entire drive there! Round 1: four Jaggies, six vodkas and lime.


The girlz of J-Unit, Chicken and Jadey Poo. Then Pottie my boooy, Shawn (Shaun/Sean/Shorn), Dari and Jamma.


And I bumped into Tim again, real life ChumpReader, together with his two lady friends. Apologies, but I cannot remember your names. In fact, I didn’t even here your names. You know what it’s like, just nod and smile, not hearing a single thing the other person is saying… Dude, get your lady friend to call me about that deal - let's hook it up, The Boyz seem keen - daridawg[at]gmail.com.


And onto the real fucked up-ness. Firstly, nip slip of the year. Secondly, Judge’s return to the much missed hair sniffing!


It was totally destroyer – we didn’t even hit the ‘floor, yet still entertained ourselves ‘til 3am. Oh, and Katie brought along a certain Lee-Ann Liebz who added to the excitement. So great! No pictures to be blogged though, sorry gents!

And with that ended our affair with that little club called Tiger. I’m too sad to actually write something meaningful. Actually, it’s dinner now. And I’m hungry. Pasta Monday, dude!

Shout out to Jamma for being my super trooper of the weekend – joining me to say goodbye both nights!

'Til next weekend? Where the fuck are we gonna go? Any ideas?