Tilt Republic. Johannesburg. New York. Cape Town. London.

Another dead night in Town, not quite, but there’s no life proper kicking around these roads. A collection of rooms behaving like festival beer tents. The collective social prowess of the bohemian underground has rotten teeth, oblivious to its own credentials. The sacred ground of the Khoi San littered with the zombiefied suburbanite pisscats. Little Edward street, not one fucking comedy show, no Shakespeare unplugged, no documentary viewing, just a drunk melange all looking to do the same thing, each other. Now don’t get things wrong, I am a motivated contributor to this messy playground. I’m just saturated and in the mood to bitch.

August 8, 2012 Early Tilt By: Jason Wiggle