Cogs can think.

To celebrate Spyker’s entrance into the Formule 1 championship, Zagato designed a special version of the Spyker C12 - the C12 Zagato. Spyker is our national pride. This is hand-built lunacy from Dutch soil.

God this is sexy. This, my American friends, is why hypercars are built and designed in Europe.

When I sat down in the train today, back home from university, I noticed a fairly attractive young lady sitting across me. She wasn’t beautiful in a slap-in-the-face kind of way; more in a it-grew-on-me-in-20-minutes kind of way. And when she flashed her public transport pass to the conductor, I saw a pretty photo of her with her hair down and a big white smile. Very nice.

Anyway, I always want to know what people on the train study (if they are students). This lass was obviously a student, judging by the pass and the readers and papers on her lap. I glanced over the papers, and saw a lot of graphs and something called ‘Kichnov’s law’ or something.

The front of her reader said ‘Atmospheric Physics’.

Right. She was way out of my league.

My blog hasn’t seen many US bashing as of late.

I just saw on the news that China is going to modernise its armed forces; they are giving a major financial injection, which is sorely needed if you look at the fact that while China spends 34 billion, annually, on its armed forced, the US spends 404 billion.

Sorely needed?

Yes. I am very uncomfortable with the United States being the only superpower in the world, especially taking into account the stupidity of its electorate. While electorates generally are stupid, whatever the country, the US simply redefined the whole idea by giving Bush a second term.

But anyway.

I have a deep and intrinsic fear of spider. This goes very, very, very deep, even to the extent that I can actually scream like a schoolgirl when I get caught off-guard by one.

I was just sitting on one of my couches, watching the ISU World Cup skating in Calgary, Canada, as something crawling over the floor caught my eye. It was a 5cm spider.

I jumped up, and stood upon the couch. I was in an utter state of total and complete panic; my instinctive response was to call for my father (I am 22, in case you didn’t know). I soon realised that would not really help all that much seeing he lives on the other side of town.

So, I started looking for my phone, which lay next to me on the couch. While I was trying to crouch to reach my phone, Twiek woke up; I could just read from his face he was wondering why his personal assistant was standing on the couch. I don’t know if he saw the fear and panic in my eyes, but in an act of heroism, His Royal Highness jumped off the couch, and trotted to the spider.

Now it was the spider’s turn to panic. It stopped in its tracks, and tried to make a run for it, trying crawl its filthy self underneath my other couch (on which I was not standing). Twiek started playing with the spider, tapping it; he was a little weary of it at first, but encouraged by my cheering (I kid you not), he started to get aggressive.

Jumping from couch to couch in which seemed like a scene from a really crappy Adam Sandler movie, trying to avoid the path of the spider trying to get away, I saw how Twiek killed the spider, in the only proper way: slowly, and painfully. When the spider stopped moving, I did my thing with the vacuum cleaner.

Twiek is my hero. He protected his slave personal assistant in the best possible way.

Only, sweety, could you next time also eat your game?

At work, a colleague and I were dragging a table from storage to a more easily accessible place, because somewhere in the coming days the bicycle part of our shop would need it. As we were dragging it across the shop, a co-worker asked us: “What are you doing with that table?”

With a face as tight as the lid on a box of Pringles, I replied, “We are going to saw it into three pieces and throw those atop the roof for the birds.”

The colleague helping me added, “Actually, we’d need to saw it into four pieces, because if we do three pieces, one of the birds will have two table legs, while the others only have one.”

The co-worker who had dared to ask the question just stood there.

My top five list of countries to visit. In no particular order.

See the pattern? Yes. I like low temperatures.