Back In The Day

Reader pkudude99 provided this link about Ponte Tower in Johannesburg — actually in Hillbrow, which used to be to downtown Johannesburg as, say, the Bronx is to Manhattan.  (Interestingly, Hillbrow’s colloquial nickname for many years was “The Bronx”.)

Back when I lived there, Ponte was a very desirable address to call one’s own, and there was a mile-long waiting list for prospective residents.  (I was on the waiting list for a while, but gave up after a year or so and moved instead to Yeoville, the next suburb over.)  Ponte was literally across the road from my apartment, as can be seen from a pic I took from my back balcony:

Here’s a daylight pic:

…and from the inside looking up:

In retrospect, I’m rather glad that I didn’t end up living in Ponte.  I went to visit a friend there once, and while the apartment was very nice (in that super-modern style that was so trendy but that I now detest), the apartment building itself was terrible.  It felt like a prison block, and it’s small wonder that it was once suggested that Ponte should be turned into a maximum-security prison (never implemented, though).

Now?  You couldn’t get me within ten miles of the place — or of Hillbrow itself.  What used to be a glittering urban location with dance clubs, all-night restaurants, coffee bars and shops, late-closing bookstores and a permanent buzz of excitement is now… Third World Africa.

Like so much of what was once wonderful in Johannesburg is now just shabby, dangerous and… sub-Saharan Africa, no different from Mogadishu, Harare (another tragedy) or Nairobi.

Makes me sick just to think about it.

Under-Achieving

Reader Mike L. sends me this astounding list of booze consumption:

Wait… we Texans spent more on booze per capita than Floriduh?  Musht be shome mishtake.

Anyway, I can see why the states at the top are where they are, viz. a) it’s fucking cold there, and b) there’s not much else to do when the snow is fourteen feet deep, and you can only have sex so many times a day until your cousin starts complaining.  Then again…

Stupid Stupid Stupid

Yeah, this one’s going to turn out well for them:

Jaguar’s last ever petrol car came off the assembly line at the brand’s Midlands factory on Friday (19 December) ahead of its daring switch to all-electric vehicles next year.

The final Jaguar model with a combustion engine under its bonnet is an £80,000 high-performance F-Pace SVR SUV finished in black paint, according to the Jaguar Enthusiasts’ Club, which was in attendance as the Solihull factory officially signed off its last petrol model.

Under the bonnet is a burbling 5.0-litre supercharged V8 petrol engine – a stark contrast to the first ‘new Jaguar’ that will debut next year, which is a near-silent four-door GT that will cost almost twice as much, with a quoted £120,000 to £140,000 starting price.

While parent group JLR made no official announcement of the event, the Jaguar Enthusiasts’ Club says the final model is being gifted to the Jaguar Daimler Heritage Trust in Gaydon, where it will be retained as a museum piece.

The club said Friday was a ‘quiet, historic full stop’ for Jaguar’s 90-year relationship with the internal combustion engine.

Yeah, and they’re celebrating this piece of boneheaded idiocy?

No wonder the car, and the staff, are all wearing black:

I think a better payoff line would be:

“Pissing Away 90 Years Of Jaguar Heritage”

Oh, and “full stop” is what’s going to happen to Jaguar’s EV sales, but let’s not spoil the party.