Hi, I'm Ricki.

Hi. My name is Ricki. Well, actually, Riccardo-Mario. But my friends call me Cadillac. My mother is Italian and my father is Swiss. Ciao, Hoi!

At the moment, I have eleven dogs, a cat called Ross, a cockatoo and two devil birds. I live at home with my parents.

I have an amazing girlfriend named Indianna. She listens to indie music, loves to paint and is terrified of bum sharks… I love her very much. I also have a brother called Fabio. He has our grandmothers name tattooed on his arm.

I love all of my friends, I couldn’t ask for better ones. We have the most fun when we play Pro Evo soccer on Xbox and things get tense. It once made me punch my friend Ray. Sorry dude.

I play in a metal band called Facing the Gallows. My dad doesn’t really like it but my mom just knows I’m having fun, so that’s okay. I also play in an Afrikaans band called Die Hiernamaals, which means “the afterlife”, but not in the dark and evil kind of way. I’m still working on being a real rock star though.

I’ve been playing guitar for just over ten years now. And I don’t ever see myself stopping. I enjoy writing about things. I run a blog that I don’t update as much as I’d like to, but whenever I do, I like to make it somewhat entertaining. After all, I’m writing down my thoughts, so if people are going to read them, I need to write them in a way that they can relate to.

I drive a 1992 VW Fox, which I call “The Arctic Fox”, because it’s white and, well… cool. To be honest, I think it’s a bit too small for me. But if I could fit its boot onto any other car, I would. It’s huge! It fits my guitar amp, cab, 2 guitars, a bag, my binnet up front, what more could a man ask for?

I enjoy staying up late watching documentaries. I’ve learnt the most amazing things from them, like how steel wool is made…ask me. I also love watching movies that make me think. And I always pick up hidden messages in the sets and scenes, I love spotting continuity fuck ups.

It is a fact that I change my facebook status more than any of my other friends. But they all start conversations, so it can’t be that bad, right?

I’m more scared of parktown prawns than anything else.

When I was in high school, I played waterpolo for Gauteng. I was in really good shape back then. Now I just keep telling myself that I must start again, I just never do. I still wear the red Speedo.

I think we should be allowed to have naps from 12 to 3 every day like they do in Europe. I think everyone would be less stressed and less tired if we did. I could eat pizza everyday. Literally.

Being half Italian, I make awesome pasta, even if I don’t really know what I’m doing, I have Jamie’s tenacity and Ramsay’s foul mouth. I’m a coffee kind of guy. I drink tea most of the time though. I don’t get it either. My favorite cereal is and always will be strawberry pops. I used to love chomps, but I once ate a whole packet of the small ones, but I got really sick, and now I can’t stand the sight of one.

When I was younger, I was walking with a broken umbrella stick, and I tripped. When I landed, the stick stabbed me just behind my right ear. If it were half a centimeter left or right, I may have died. Now I just have a circular scar behind me ear.

I’m a cat person.

I also tend to get naked a lot… There’s always that one naked guy. That’s me! But most of the time, after a few minutes, everyone else joins me. Some of my friends’ moms have seen my naked. I think they were pretty impressed.

I feel really sorry for Stephen Hawking, I think he really would have liked to dance on the “boomdiada” song on discovery channel…

I enjoy rain, especially when it’s that constant light rain. It does make my hair frizzy though.

So far, that’s me… Over time you will learn more. If you like what you see, then be my friend! Why not?

Haiti Belongs To Satan... Apparently.

This is one of the most amazing things I have heard in a very long while...
According to one Pat Robertson (who is the founder of a whole lot of organisations such as Christian Broadcasting Network, The Christian Coalition, and more), Haiti has been punished throughout history, because it belongs to the devil. I know...

A brief history on Haiti: They were once ruled by the French.

Mr Robertson; "They got together, and swore a pact to the devil, they said; 'We will serve you, if you get us free from the French.' True story. So the devil said; 'Okay, it's a deal!'". Thus the Haitians revolted against the French, became a free nation, but were eternal servants of the devil.
And this, according to Pat Robertson, is the reason why they are such a poor nation and that too, is why the country was ravaged by an earthquake.

You see, I would blame the government and lack of tourism infrastructure etc. The Dominican Republic shares the island Haiti is on, so why wouldn't people just go on holiday to Haiti, rather than the Dominican Republic? Oh yes, it is cursed by Satan...

Before I go on, I don't want to come across as a God hating dude. After all, I still spell his name with a capital G.

In this day and age, people are finally learning how to think for themselves. Which is awesome, we're finally evolving into a smarter being. How is it that it has taken us thousands of years of religious battles and oppression, and retarded governmental systems to realise that you can do what you want?

I realise I'm going on to no point, but here it is.

How can some guy, who is so christian, who rakes in cash because of his christian business' and organisations, blame the devil, who he has no real way of proving is real, for destroying a nation. After all, as far as I know, an earthquake falls under the category "Act of God".

It disappoints me that people like this, assume a position of being correct. If I said; "No Mr Pat, I honestly believe that the positioning of the island over a fault line is the cause of such a tragic disaster." I honestly think he would challenge me. And for a man of his age and knowledge, he should at least be able to think a little more rationally.

I know many of my friends might disagree on my point of view, but I know you'll respect my opinion. If you don't, then you're an idiot. And I'm not sorry.



Planet Earth! Think before you speak! Or at least read up on things a little.

Please place your donations in the basket and pass on.

Cadillac, out.

Job Hunting... The Joy

Wow! I haven't been here for long!

Job hunting is a strange thing. It's like asking your mom if you can sleep at your friends house when you're ten... You feel embarrassed when you get denied, so you run away and sulk. Well, ok, maybe not so bad. None of the running away and sulking. But it leaves you with a feeling of slight rejection, until you find the next one and come up with another clever way of twisting the employers arm to get yourself in there. Then, you do it all over again!

I'm still trying, hard! So I thought I'd let everyone know... I will let you know if anything materialises.

C