Ross and Illona, Knorhoek, Stellenbosch. So it’s like this you see. I was never going to be a brain surgeon. Well, not in the conventional sense anyway. I wasn’t going to be an Accountant, or an Actuary or a Mechanical Engineer either. School was way too much fun to take seriously. Take Mr. Lister’s class for example. When he taught us English it was pretty cool. But when he taught us History, um, rearranging desks while he wrote on the chalkboard, letting off stink bombs, and making farting noises was way more fun. Trust me here – I made Mr. Lister’s life more than just interesting – he used to call my name out a LOT in class. Williams was a head case of note. Actually, most of the class were a bunch of head cases; it was just that Williams quite enjoyed leading the assault more often than not. But to be perfectly honest with you, my school shenanigans left an indelible mark somewhere inside my skull, because even today, most teachers scare the heck out of me. Must be an authority thing. So imagine my shock and horror when I get a mail from Illona suggesting that perhaps I should shoot her and Ross’ wedding. Which isn’t exactly a problem now is it? Until Illona mentioned that they were both teachers at SACS and just happened to teach my son Robbie. Tricky. Very, very tricky. Turns out I had nothing to worry about at all, because Ross (also known as ‘Sir’) and my sweet Illonatjie (also known as ‘Ma’am’) are just THE most superb, down-to-earth people in town (that’s an extra 10% in marks for you Robbie. I’ll show you how to be a teacher’s pet bro). They’re just downright special (another 5% Rob’s – that’s a chocolate you owe me). Quite superb really (another 5% Rob’s). As for the wedding well, that’s another story altogether. A semi-dodgy looking rain day turned eta-i.org/xanax.html into a full-blown rain day with me having to march family and guests into and out of downpours, but it sure didn’t dampen the emotions of Ma’am and Sir at all. In fact, they just reveled in all the back and forth. A bit loopy these two. And then let’s quickly set the record straight shall we. Those teacher-type people might look and act all responsibly during school hours and during class, but when it comes to party time, hold onto your skirts girls, because they know how to boogie on down and then some. Don’t you Ma’am? And Sir? Tequila anyone? Enough party energy in these two and their friends to make any schoolboy blush. Oh, I forgot to mention. When I arrived at the ceremony area, you’ll NEVER guess who the Minister was. Uh-huh, theeeeere stood Mr. Lister, beaming from ear-to-ear. ‘Hello Williams’ he said. My apologies for what I’m about to say next, but I nearly poo-ed in my pants! How he ever found it in his heart to forgive that young upstart of a teenage boy I’ll never know. Special these teachers, very, very special. What a privilege to have been involved and made a little piece of history with my Ross and Illona. But let’s not burst into tears and start reciting ‘O Captain my Captain just yet.  Guys, your wedding is over. No more Mr. Nice Guy from me. Illona, your husband’s Under 14 A rugby team  has 3 more games to play this season. Get him to bed early. See you on Saturday. I’ll bring the camera!

Ross, myself and Anthony Lister. How cool are we?