Above and BeBlonde - the Call of Duty

You know, there I was walking up Queen Victoria Street with Van, when all of a sudden, there was an Almighty splash...
Ok, now you know I'm only joking, but the truth of the matter is my needs are always met. I regularly forget this, and that's probably because I keep falling through the time-warp. When I manage to collect up my energy from wherever I have left it and get back into present time, hey presto, it all comes back to me.
Anyway, so there was Van, standing on the stoep of his technology office, at 7 Queen Victoria Street, wondering how on earth he was going to manage to assist this blonde damsel, in distress about her lack of a water hose and connection gadget.
The well-oiled gears of his mind clicked, almost audibly, into gear, rummaged through the filing cabinets of his mind... click cd:\ home://swimming pool/carstens.html click-click.
D'you know who might be able to help you? Cassie Carstens, he's usually not in town, but I've got his number...
And then, VOILA! There Cassie appeared, walking towards Van, bang on time. Van almost fell over and when he regained his balance and lifted his jaw off the sidewalk, he asked Cassie, quite nonchalantly, if he might help me with my hose gadget dilemma.
Sure, says Cassie, I'll drop it off just now.



Half a litre of caffeine and 5 cigarettes later, Van saunters back up Queen Vic from his corner on the steop at the Stanford Gallery Art Cafe. The blonde damsel, sill laughing at his jokes, is no longer distressed and he is, for now anyway, King of Stanford.
The aforementioned hose and gadget are proudly loaded into the blonde's farm bakkie and Van stands there, transfixed, as the blonde smiles and waves goodbye.