cos the competition is over now…

If you got one. Congratulations - wear it loud and wear it proud. If you didn’t - sorry for you. If you struggled to take the label off to get the code - yes there was some problems, our bad (the guilty were punished).

We have some cunning plans for Steri this year including:

- Penne Arrabiata flavour launching imminently;

- Free Steri’s for members of the undead (death certificate required);

- A 20ft tall golden Steri statue in Sandton;

- and we’ve expanded the marching band to include some performing elephants, acrobatic bearded ladies and breakdancing dassies.

It’s gonna be rad.

Woord to jou moeder! We like to celebrate radness in all its many different incarnations and what could be more skillfully rad than the man Jack Parow. He’s been dropping the bomb behind the boerewors curtain for a while now and is going frickin thermonuclear as I type.

We caught up with him in the luxurious confines of his dressing room in the bosch to pay homage with some steri love. Yip - Jack is definitely cooler as ekke, maar ‘n chocolate Steri is nog steeds die beste!

So we’ve had songs (with music videos), adverts ,  cartoons and now Steri even has it’s very own uh poem…

We’re not sure how much we want to encourage this kind of thing but here it is (Johan Naude is the tortured literary genius behind this gem).

Long ago and far away,

There was a boy

Who had no joy.

He was not happy (always crappy),

Like a chewed up chappy.

Never satisfied,

Always cried,

Until he had a sip of… Steri Stumpie.

No more Humpty Dumpty!

No need to put this boy together

Because he was oh so happy forever.

The taste made him fly,

Never cry,

Joy in a bottle,

Puts the senses in full throttle!

Flavoured milk has a new guardian, humanity has a new friend.

By day Dominic is just another Capetonian Steri fan. By night she haunts the rooftops (in clingy green latex) ready to dispense Steri Justice.

Stay tuned for the next installment…