I celebrated the first anniversary of my 21st birthday on the 24th June. Apparently I am now 22 years old. After much introspection I have decided that I am as old as my state of mind. So eternally 17 it is...
Age-related crises aside, I celebrated getting older with one of my best friends Lutho Somdyala, who turned 21 on the 22nd. We had a joint celebration with all of our friends at Neighbourhood, on Long Street in Cape Town, earlier this month. Loads of people came out, and it was a great to see everyone. 22 is all about two's, so I decided that two celebrations were in order, and had a smaller more intimate gathering at Babbo in Claremont on Wednesday evening. If Paris can do it, so can I!
Thanks to all my friends around the world for the awesome birthday love, and all those of you who sent me emails, tweets and messages. I feel the love, and it's much appreciated.
And in more sombre news:
RIP Farah Fawcett - Brave till the end! What a life, what an inspiration.
RIP Michael Jackson - I was not a huge fan, but you had some awesome tracks. A true artist's genius is not measured by their temperament, but by the body of work they leave behind. You have inspired many of my favourite performers, so thank you for your contribution to music. Earth Song! My thoughts are with your children.
