First up was Winnie Modise in a stunning but not so different long red dress with a flowery detail. She doesn't know when to smile and wave though.

Sisi, you're a celeb - learn a little charm.

Speaking of which, the whole Generations cast was there, including Zenande Mfenyana and Zoliswa Xaluva, who looked like they were going to a cocktail dooh.

Maybe they were shooting an episode. Wouldn't be surprised 'cos the cast caused so much traffic at the SABC1 marquee.

Then there was Cawe Mahlati all dressed in black and showing off her Tina Turner legs.

But when she got on stage, serenaded by some R&B group, she let her excitement get the better of her and showed off her bloomers. My eyes!

But, really, would it have killed her to relax her hair?

So sad considering she was spotted earlier that day barking orders at a professional make-up artist. Tjatjarag! At that age!

Phila Mazibuko lit up the marquee with his bright blue suit.

Indeed a man who adheres to the dress code with a passion.

Though she looked yum, Thembi Seete narrowly missed the dare-to-be-different mark in a black mini dress meant for, yawn, a cocktail dooh.

Guess the excitement of doing events wears thin after a while.

Vusi Kunene was his usual conspicuous self, minding his every step and being friendly with arbs - even moving to the beat on the dance floor.

Loved the suit but get with the times, Vusi. Police shades are so last decade.

Slikour caused some global warming in his red velvet blazer and black pants. Talk about extreme.

Different too.

Robert Whitehead flirted so hard with the bartenders... sigh.

Darling, we all know you were letting your hair down (so to speak) but those kids were young enough to be your grandkids!

Oh, you have to hear this one: There were three other carbon copies of Zizo Beda's dress.

If you wanna be different, stop shopping in Smal Street!

Jo-Ann Strauss and her irritating orange and grey tutu weren't as hot as they thought.

That dress kept going up while she relentlessly tried keep it on it's leash. What a nuisance.

Then there was Poppy Ntshongwana in a white curtain with the lace draped over her shoulder.

Both sad and entertaining. But then I guess it fitted in with the recycling theme.

Why did Peter Ndoro behave like a paraplegic lensman? He pointed his lens at everythang on two legs, grinning furiously.

But why do it seated?

Chomee, who's Arthur's kids' official babysitter, painted a pic of the perfect big sis as she watched Arthur Jr's every move. He's learnt to network just like dad. He took a pic with EVERYONE.

As for Kitty Phetla, who followed Chomee around religiously... at least you chose a good role model. Oh, loved the red dress Chomee.

What was it with all the red?

Shwashwi loved Kgomotso's chicken-inspired dress.

She carried it off with so much grace she took the joke out of it!

Zizi Kodwa was dressed oh so loudly in the brightest colours.

Shades please.

Moi endorses Bonang Matheba pitching at McDonalds at 3am looking like a vagabond. The poor arbs were all thumbs and fingers when they saw her.

At the after-party Tbo Touch recycled the same hip-hop set he played at the Nelspruit 60s' bash last year.

That's when he wasn't showering compliments on other people's wives and girlfriends. Those words sounded familiar too, come to think of it.

Liquideep, who never fail to impress, brought the crowd back to life.

Ja, when you're good you're good.

The Naked DJ deserved a standing ovation with his dose of old school kwaito and house jams. Even Gabriel Temudzani aka Chief Azwindini got up and let loose.

Take that news flash, Tbo Touch!