Gareth Cliff Idols SA pic courtesy of MNET |
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I've never imagined for a second that I was perfect. I know I'm full of stupidity, occasional myopia and some prejudice, but that doesn't mean I'm not capable of correcting myself. I thought the month of love might be a good time to clear the air. To those I have offended, here is your long-awaited apology:
To Former President Mbeki: I'm sorry I compared you to Stalin and begged the ANC to unseat you in Polokwane. You were a thinker and you were sensitive, like the poets of old. I was a loud white guy who criticised you a lot, and it annoyed you and made you justifiably petulant. I'll bring you a bottle of whiskey in Killarney if you will let me in at the gate and not set your dogs on me.
To Cindy Nel: I'm sorry I said that you didn't really win Miss SA and that Sami Sabiti read the results the wrong way round. You're a beautiful woman and you turn me on. It must have been my inability to charm you that frustrated me into being nasty.
To Helen Zille: I'm sorry about all the horrible jokes (concubines, Botox etc), bad impersonations and on-air questions about toilets. You work really hard and you deserve more respect than I have given you. You're also looking really good, and you have much to be proud of.
To all the failed Idols contestants: I might have been crass and insensitive, especially in the first season or two. I behaved like an attention-seeking moron. The show is not about me, it's about you - and I've finally grown up and realised that. Randall, I admit, is unlikely to have the same epiphany.
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