Red carpet and all that

It's one of those days where tiredness doesn't go away. You wake up with it and you go to bed with it.

So our own JZ did his thing in parliament yesterday. Red carpet stuff. Army bands playing. Ceremonial rules. Icon in public gallery. Speech. ABSA mistake. Laughter. HIV refernces. Critical sounds from opposition benches. Promises. Plans. Demands for action. Comments afterwards from friends and foes. That young kid had to bring nationalisation in the picture again (and again).

And on it goes. Day breaks. World spins.