A little something you may or may not know skattie, I recently decided to leave my job as a fashion buyer to embark on a life of (f)unemployment and dream chasing. ja after 7 years of working in retail across a few retailers, Woolworths, Edgars and Truworths. I know, either stupid or brave, I'm not sure which one yet, time will tell. Anyway, one of the major advantages of funemployment is that one's time is one's own to do with as they wish. so today i finally decided to take my long suffering car to a panelbeater, something i've delayed for an entire year. But seeing as this was my last chance to take advantage of my cheap corporate insurance it had to be done. The situation was dire, even the top refused to drop and i could not enjoy the advantages of being a drop top driving fag in Cape Town. So after dropping off the ride I took a walk down Long street towards corner Strand and Long to catch a taxi home. On my way down a few windows caught my eye and my lens. Originally I wanted to post about the restrooms on Long street. At the beginning of my journey down the street I stopped at a few establishments for the obligatory mid-day chardonnays (actually I'm talking shit skat, I drank Black Label draughts). Due to my weak bladder I had to stop at several establishments for relief. Fortunately I came to my senses and I remembered that it's not called Skattie Where are you pissing?, and I'm pretty sure you don't come here to find the best shit pots in town. So i stuck to the window pics.