Where Gossip Girl lives – all is revealed

We don’t know who she is – yes, I’m referring to the voice behind the famous US TV series about a bunch of spoiled rich kids leading normal lives, except for the vast amount of money they spend, the servants, and the fact that they’re of interest to someone other than their facebook buddies.

You'd think she's be more secretive.

Turns out her hide-out is in Constantia, Cape Town. I can’t say which street exactly – then I’ve have to, like, totally kill you. How do I know it’s her?

Well check out the tell-tale marking. Will her secret stay safe? Time will tell. And if you’re reading this, Gossip Girl, XOXO yourself.

Feelings on the fridge

It’s like whoever made this fridge magnet captured the essense of Donald Draper, the main character in one of my favourite TV shows of all time – Mad Men. You can tell quite a lot by what people put on their fridge. This friend apparently has had a few crap relationships (haven’t we all) and has retained a sense of humour (less common).

My friend Dr Christine's fridge

This Pussy Belongs to Me

Worst album covers EVER, my favourite facebook group and the only one I ever actually visit, has just turned two. To celebrate, members are posting their top 10 worst of all time. I found this one and thought I should share it with you… there’s something almost sweet about it.

Family values... of the seventies. And the worst wordplay EVER. Totally brings out the 2-year-old in me.

Of course, I posted something from South Africa – cause I’m patriotic that way.

The best thing was what the other members of the group had to say – even funnier than the picture:

Ryan Hardman
wow they were really scared of under-doing the bananas to cover up that cleavage..
24 June 2009 at 19:05 ·

Rick Pistol
Porn for monkeys.
25 June 2009 at 01:18 ·

Jean Barker
Ha ha. The sad thing is, I own it. It’s on my desk as we speak. My mother buys albums with weird covers for me at flea markets, you’d think she was on drugs, but it’s all like, totally natural.
25 June 2009 at 09:11 ·

Ruban Byrne
What are they trying to hide on the floor? Monkey cum?
25 June 2009 at 19:29

Gonso advertising

Mahala.co.za – that means free, .co.za, is one of my favourite websites of all time. Fantastic content, especially this one writer called Brandon Edmunds, who I knew at varsity and who writes so well he makes me sick. In real life he’s an unreliable friend and annoyingly clever, and probably has to pay for sex most of the time.  My mother would say he was “just shy”, but I’m pretty sure that kind of nonsense is why I kept making excuses for arseholes until I decided to just stop dating altogether, buy a teddy bear and keep it cool and casual when it came to men.

On a related topic, here’s a sign that Mahala posted on their website.

An advertisement for like... pretty much any service, posted on a lamp post in Joburg or Durban, South Africa - they didnt' say which.

And while I’m here, a quick note to anyone considering hiring a draftsman in SA. Don’t go near Mark from AMK Drafting. He’s a crook – persuaded me to pay early in exchange for a discount, then vanished with my money. Seems he’s not, as he claimed he was, registered with the architects guild thing here. His first drawings were also kak. I could have done them myself. Wish I weren’t so stupid sometimes!

Eat my lunch and I kill myself!

How awesome is this? The pointlessness of it all, laid bare. Because has anyone ever actually CAUGHT anyone stealing their lunch, or their mug? No, they haven’t. Which is why people still do it. Whoever you are, Person Who Posted this in the 2nd Floor kitchen fridge at 24.com you are my hero. Of all the crazy fridge notes, this one is the best I’ve seen. Thanks to colleague Tim Gregory for the photo.

Oh, god, isn't it tempting?

Anonymous notes left on office boards, fridges, computers and in toilets are the signs of mental decay. I’m not saying I’ve never done it, because I’m not saying I’m not in a state of mental decay.  I do tend to sign my notes, though. Here’s one I wrote, for instance, on my old Sign Language blog.