How many of you were naughty enough to get hauled on down to the Cop shop to get a lethal dose of South West African Police punishment.... I heard of a few guys from my era, and the stories that went around town, were that they put salt on your buttocks/legs before they caned you, to make the pain worse,,,,, anyone else know more about this story?
They actually put the canes in salt water before they were used on the buttocks. Made the cane heavier and more flexible (maybe for max impact?). But that practice was stopped a long long time ago. barb1
Lyfstraf is uit............. that's why crime rises, 'cos the cane ain't rised anymore. If some of the old punishment methods were still in use a lot of criminals would think 10 times before commiting a crime!
Geez, remember those little canes, that was covered with thight brown leather, that the policemen used to carry as part of the uniform? Big Dirk used that thing on our butts - ............. need I say more!
I never got the caneing b4, but one thing for sure i know the iside of that station better than any-one spinningweed and the rest,lol. I was the naughtiest little shithead Oranjemund has EVER seen, things i got up to with my buddies will never be forgotten, but i guess to be old and wise you gatta be young and stupid!!!!! must of been all about running out of things to do in the small town as i have done it all you name it i have been there and done that!!!!
allgood
It was'nt just you... all your mates were career hooligans also.... By the way, Arthur Conry sends his regards!
Ahhh Author,
the greatest rugby hooligan of all, thanx man send my regards too, is he still playing rugby?should i ask but is there any rugby players left in Oranjemund, and where is Author now???
OOPS SORRY AUTHOR, I MEANT ARTHUR LOL.
Artur the Author is sitting in front of me at Spar right now, He is too overweight to play these days and now refs...
Hokkas - is that you Stephan Hockney? If it is, damn right, you little s....t! :36_2_35:
Also never got the caning, but like you Hokkas, I saw the inside of that station once thanks to Sgt Barnes when a couple of us got bust for the Holy Herb spinningweed. He was on a mission to catch us and he finally did, we'd gotten lax about where we were smoking so our own fault I guess. Got let out on R100 bail only after they took me home to get the rest of my stash.........damn, i was collecting the pips for my own plantation, the stuff grew amazingly there...........
Sssssh! They might hear you! :wow1:
there's a method in my madness mike, send them on a wild goose chase. maybe they'll find the stash I threw in the desert back in '87 on the way to the beach to get rid of it when I heard they were coming back for us a few days later.
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HI DELIA,
YOU DAMN RIGHT ITS STEPHEN HOCKNEY, JUST REGISTERED, AND BOY HAVE I GOT SOME STORIES TO TELL,LOL.
IM LOVING THIS AND REALLY GREAT TO HEAR FROM YOU DELIA. IVE GOT SOME READING TO DO HERE SO KEEPS THE STORIES COMING fireworks1
Cool, welcome aboard - can't wait to catch up on your memories - i think ours could overlap sometimes, if i remember right you moved with us sometimes - jacques laubscher, single quarters,?????
Shit... that was weird, Arthur just said to me, Ja, STephen and Jaques Laubscher were quite tight, and viola., there you mention it...
Oh yes
will never forget the times we had Delia i recall reading about Dancing Denzel the DJ i think i took over from him as the towns DJ the diving club parties log cabin and yatch club parties memories never to be forgotten we did have some awesome parties, remember the street parties when i was playing on the roof of the shopping center!!! but nothing could beat the diving club floating dance floor parties then my sound system was stolen,lol. Remember the Rec club and palm court parties oh man good times. I recall getting my head slashed with a bottle by tati martin for not playing his type of music,haha now we shud start talking about what went on at those parties!!! great stories ahead of us folks
Jaaa Boet,
Jaques and i were quite tight we used to drink get drunk and batter each-other, lol, violent is not the word, thumper but i think the last battering was at the golf club croaky that Brian Masterton i think used to orginise used all make fools out of our selves singing and croaking,lol. but as for the battering the Rugby club took the cake,hahaha
i remember all those times you just mentioned - i know we not supposed to live in the past, but as we get older and the responsibilities get heavier, all i want to do sometimes is go back to those times where we could just up and go wherever the wind took us without thinking twice. Talking of going with the wind, I remember Jacques and I one day hitting the beach with Johan Pretorius's combi - we parked along the river, climbed onto the roof of the combi, me with a bottle of cane, jacques with a bottle of brandy and a 1L coke between us (and plenty herb) with Celebration/Kool & the Gang blaring from the speakers out over the river - to this day i can't hear that song without seeing us sitting there rocking away. Man, good times...........
Hey Hokkas, you be careful about getting into too much detail here, could open up huge cans of worms for some, ha, ha..........
cheers
Hokkas - was/is your dad perhaps Dave?
Hello Dalene,
Yes my dad still is Dave doing well after suffering 2 strokes and forced to early retirement now living in Port Owen just outside Cape Town still drinking to much and abusing mum hahaha, and smoking ,lol. but otherwise doing great mum has also had her breasts removed recently due to cancer but also still in great spirit i guess she just wanted to beat the cancer!!! is you Husband Oom Dirk from the police station hahaha remember having a run in with him too for unlawfully entering the rugby club with Ryan Van Eeden and eating the chips and drinking the cokes,lol.
Hokkas - oom Dirk was my dad - he passed away in 1999. I remember that inccident - whose dad was it that beat the crap out of him when he was fetched from the police station? My dad just phoned the parents and .... before anyone could blink, this one chap's dad grabbed him right there in the police station and went at him with a belt.
I sort of remember we having braai's at your house ? Too long ago....
Good to hear both your partents are still going strong, asides from the setbacks. Give my regards to them both.
sorry to hear about your dad
It sure was not my Dad that did that!! he would always say, just leave the little @ucker there,
but that story does ring a bell the closest to that story i can remember was Gully Muteka he threw a brick at the shool busses window (remember the school busses,lol.) and smashed it his dad really did give him a hell of a hiding,lol. i think it may be that you remember
Hey Delia,
lol, thats what i have to watch about those days stories, ill be very carefull about that hahahaha, but i do remember those parties at your flat near the accounts department or the company gym where only the snobs would go train hahaha, i think the best appartment in town, if those walls could talk lol.
U said it bru, u said it - i muted those walls like there's no tomorrow when i left. I remember my neighbour there was quite a straight laced accounts type girl - shame, i'm surprised she didn't ask to move after our all-nighters we'd have there. All and sundry would pitch up, and just pass out where they fell. We'd have to step over sprawled out bodies to move around. So cool to have you on the site. We share some good memories.
I came very close to that famous salt cane once, but fortunately in those days if you were under 16 you weren't allowed to be caned by the cops.
My neighbour (Wessel Tonkin jnr) had a pellet gun and we would often practice our sniper tactics on the local pigeon population. We were always carefull to shoot them in our own garden so as not to attract too much attention.
One day however, we were presented with a not to be missed opportunity. A pigeon had landed on the telephone wire which ran across first avenue, and the temptation got the better of us. After taking the bird out with a clean head shot it fell down into the street below... right at the feet of big oom Dirk who was on his way home from work!
AAi, ons gatte het gebrand daai aand.
Our domestic , Jermiah, who incedently is retiring this month from the mine, built us Katties in the mid 70's and tried to teach us how to take birds out with katties.... I was never into the "hunting" thing, still ain't...don't even see the point of fishing......
Do you remember those "krammetjie" katties from school? Just about every kid at school had one. Great for close quarter battles in and out of class.
I remember some-one getting his eye injured seriously in 76. This was the time Dr. Venter was the headmaster. He made sure no-one dared shoot anything for quite a while. :sorriso2:
You also had those little Katties made from Scooby doo wire..... with little coloured U shaped wire that you could shoot....
Yea, those were the "krammetjie" katties Michael. A good source of ammunition was the cable yard behind the main CDM magazine building across the road from the 5th avenue park. You had to be carefull though, as there were always
:emot77: around and to be caught there meant serious sh*t.