So, Joost Van Der Westhuizen, one-time national rugby superstar, has confessed (for the overseas readers, Google please). “It are me in der sexy-tape.”
Yes, Joost, it are you.
Shock. Horror. Another national sports-hero who just couldn’t handle the fame. Well played, Joost. Well done for living the dream…dumb-ass.
By the way, that’s “hooker” as in “prostitute”, not the the guy in the front row of the scrum. That said, this sex tape is 3 years old and anything could have happened since then.
Personally I still think Joost is a great role-model. Hundreds of young men aspiring to be a Springbok and coming up through the ranks are going, “OK. If I’m gonna sniff cocaine off a hooker’s ass, I’m not gonna record it. Gonna do this undercover. In another country. Dankie Oom Joost (Thanks, Uncle Joost).”
So some good came out of it….
Anyway, here’s a flashback to something else that was good. Joost, you don’t have to watch this. There aren’t any hookers here.
Have a great weekend…and if nothing else, take heart that yours will be a little better than the next 48 hours in the Van Der Westhuizen household.