The Fun Blog

Someone must've slotted their dirty little flash drive into my USB port and left a lovely steamy deposit of piranha style virus on my PC.

Needless to say, a week later my computer was beaching itself like a sad whale giving up for no apparent reason.

My bro, being the doctor of everything that opens and shuts, beeps and clicks, took a look at my sick computer.

Drew: "Why did you turn your anti-virus off?".

Me:  "What? I didn't touch the anti-virus thingy. I wouldn't even know where to find it if...
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Everyday there's a new company trying to convince a group of people that they need something that they've done quite well so far without.

How on earth are you supposed to choose from such an enormous range of washing powders which are only playing with a 10 to 50 cents competitive mark? I would love to see every company getting creative, being a little daring, pushing the envelope, exploring the reactions of the public and watching society blossom into a creative mess of free-flow edgeyness!

As...
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No matter how boring your job is, there is no excuse for using lame signage and posters. Every business deals with people, and people want to have a good giggle... don't let a suit or hard-hat tell you otherwise.

I came across a list of the cleverest sign boards which are posted outside different businesses. Here are my favourites:

1.  Sign over a Gynecologist's Office: "Dr. Jones, at your cervix."

2.  On a Septic Tank Truck: "Yesterday's Meals on Wheels"

3.  Sign on the back of another Sept...

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Step 1:  Be conceived.



Step 2: Be given birth to.



Step 3: Look like hairy, male genitalia for the first week.





Step 4: 7 days old - Grow a tiny bit bigger and develop black patches of skin in random places.



Step 5:  13 days old - Fuzz up a little and sprout black hair to match skin tone. Start to look a little cute.



Step 6:  17 days old - BAM! You're adorable!


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Surely it’s the parent’s job to make sure that their homes are healthy and their children are well fed. ‘Well fed’ doesn’t mean breakfast, lunch and supper… three times a day. It means three well balanced meals throughout the day. The only balancing many overweight families know is that of their plate on their supersized  tummies while operating an Xbox controller. Health fail: BIG time!

Dietician Juliette Kellow, suggests the following diet for children’s packed lunches:

Good b...

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Over the past two decades, a desktop computer, the internet, social media and cellphones have weaseled their way into our everyday lives. Nine to five no longer consists of rustling papers around one’s desk, tapping away on a calculator and doodling when ‘bored’ *cough* procrastination *cough*.

Long lunches are now spent at desks, noses smudging the computer screen while scanning Facebook News Feeds.

Technology. Our daily functioning is affected by it. The way we plan, communication and o...

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Next time you’re tempted to tell a little white lie, just remember that there is always a trail of evidence leading to the big hand of truth pointing its big fat finger at you.

Mom: “Dalene, who ate the last cookie and didn’t refill the jar?”

Dalene: “Erm, I dunno hey! I think it must’ve been Drew” (note the famous ‘blame it on the sibling technique’ – usually quite effective).

Mom: “Oh, okay, I see. Well, once you’ve brushed the crumbs off your jersey, will you go call h...

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I used to run around my house with long pieces of material covering my hair; pretending I was a princess with long flowing locks. Cute for a seven-year-old, not so cute for a 13-year-old.

Ariel, Cinderella, Belle, Sleeping Beauty – I pretended to be them all. Putting on an American accent and striding around in those plastic little princess shoes you can now buy for R24.99 at Shoprite. I was a little madam that believed in a world of colour and happy endings. My imagination gave me imaginary...

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Things Ayoba:

1. Finding ten bucks in your pocket, you didn’t know you had.
2. High-fiving your friend when you find out you’ve unawares arrived at the pub at Happy Hour.
3. Losing a dress size and gaining confidence.
4. Being able to sleep in on a Saturday morning.
5. Seeing your nemesis gain 10 kilograms (*queue evil laugh*).

Things Not Ayoba: 

1. Sitting on Santa’s lap and feeling his candy cane poking into your leg.
2. Realising that you’ve been walking around with toilet paper st...

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“Rock journalism is people who can’t write interviewing people who can’t talk for people who can’t read” – Frank Zappa.

“Rock journalism is people who can’t write…” Its not that they can’t write, it’s just that it is a waste of time to write about something that doesn’t really matter. Unless you’re exposing great evils of the earth to society in the name of public interest, can you really call yourself a journalist? Ozzy’s insights into his latest drug binge getti...

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