We had some heavy downpours in the Mother City on Wednesday. Since the Cape Peninsula falls squarely in a winter rainfall region, this sort of thing isn’t an outlandishly strange occurrence. Nevertheless, the good people at the TV station I was watching decided to show us footage of the River Club’s flooded parking area. Again. Exactly like last year. Why they think this is unusual enough for prime-time viewing is a bit beyond me. I mean, the RIVER Club is next to a RIVER, isn’t it? You know, the things with the water in them? If we were talking about the flooded parking area of something called (for example) The Desert Club, then I believe you might just have a story.
Okay, it may have been a bit of a bummer for the people whose radiators were topped up the hard way, but our intrepid reporters chose not to focus on this obvious human-interest aspect of the situation. Sadly, there were no interviews with tearful yuppies standing knee-deep in mud, bewailing the fate of their waterlogged leather upholstery. A really nice touch would have been a pair of idiots on jetskis in the background and maybe a short clip of James Bond making a speedy getaway in his amphibious Lotus Esprit.
Slow news day in Cape Town, obviously.