headlinepayoff...what can I say?! I've been a regular reader of their stuff since...well...since. Anyway, as the search continues for my identity there have been a few more...well, a lot more names thrown into the bowl. It is interesting. I got a message from the headlinepayoff guys on Twitter the other day with this... an accusation of being Tom Selleck's moustache, Joost van der Westhuizen and of course... you.
In the interests of being akin to a locally applied cream, rather than orally administered medication, I have delved into my spy network (not unlike a farmer artificially inseminating a horse) to find the answer to a question that has been burning through people's fingertips here in Internetland.
That question is not: How does Noel Fielding get his hair like that?
That question is: Who is cevron?
For anyone who hasn't been touched by the flames pulsing through local IP addresses, cevron is the founder and writer of a blog called 8-bit city. 8-bit city has recently caused a slight furore amongst the hipster set in Cape Town, with its snarky comments and social commentaries. Towards the end of last week, it disappeared – causing much wailing and gnashing of teeth over lattes at the Vida in Kloof Street. I have heard unconfirmed reports that some people even lowered their Rayban Wayfarers to show their darkened, hungover eyes while discussing it.
Rather than disappearing forever, cevron has reinvented him (or her) self and started a new blog. Think of their absence as a pause to straighten their hair, or browse for clothes in second hand shops in Cape Town. Just so you know, the new blog can be found at:
http://cevroncity.blogspot.com/
Without saying anything that might incite a flame war, let me now share the knowledge that popped out of that metaphorical horse's ass after my sperm-questions had formed foetuses. While (hopefully) we will never know who cevron is, we can always speculate. Indeed, it would be a little boring if we found out who they were. It's like finding out that the tooth fairy is just some drag-queen who studied dentistry.
So, without further ado, here are some possibilities for cevron's identity:
Joost van der Westhuizen: Joost has been very quiet lately, what with doing-coke-and-going-down-on-some-girl-gate. As far as I know, it hasn't been proved one way or the other, but it has been suggested that he has moved to Cape Town and reinvented himself as a hipster (otherwise, how could he infiltrate all the parties?)
Dame Judi Dench: When last did you see her in a movie? All you need to see is how she can make her mouth look so mean to know that there is a huge possibility that she could be cevron.
Tony Leon: Poor Tony Leon, he gave up being the leader of the official opposition in South African politics and now he has nothing to do. Helen Zille has taken his job and is now premier of the Western Cape. I'm sure I've seen a middle-aged, democratic looking man in a suit sitting in the booths at The Assembly before.
Heath Ledger: (Is it too soon? Ah fuck it.) Elvis? John Lennon? They're not really dead. Ditto Heath Ledger. He finally shaved his head to hide his baldness, put on an 80s inspired teased wig and some spray on jeans and has been moonlighting as cevron ever since.
That little tokoloshe girl/boy thing that hangs around Leon Schuster: There isn't a Zulu on my stoep, it's a cevron. You may have thought that strange looking person with the soul-chilling laugh and the seventy centimetre platform boots was a fashion icon, but they could also be the elusive cevron.
Kim Jong-Il: Not only the dictator of North Korea, greatest player of the piano ever, wearer of the silliest spectacles ever, donner of the most inappropriate military garb ever, best tiddly-winker ever born (ever), grand prince of rice paddies, eternal protector of communism and all-round nice guy, but perhaps also a certain blogger from Cape Town?
Tom Selleck's moustache: When last did you see it? It could be living on anyone right now, sneaking off at night and writing blogs. Don't scoff. Stranger things have happened. Like Lady Gaga.
And finally... you: It could be you. Or even you. Maybe not you. Probably not you. But very possibly you, with the dirty smile and knowing looks. Or someone else.
Yours yoursly,
Hp
P.S. If you would like to follow us on twitter, point your Internet-ship in this direction: http://www.twitter.com/headlinepayoff and if you would like to follow cevron, point it in this direction: http://twitter.com/cevroncity
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In the interests of being akin to a locally applied cream, rather than orally administered medication, I have delved into my spy network (not unlike a farmer artificially inseminating a horse) to find the answer to a question that has been burning through people's fingertips here in Internetland.
That question is not: How does Noel Fielding get his hair like that?
That question is: Who is cevron?
For anyone who hasn't been touched by the flames pulsing through local IP addresses, cevron is the founder and writer of a blog called 8-bit city. 8-bit city has recently caused a slight furore amongst the hipster set in Cape Town, with its snarky comments and social commentaries. Towards the end of last week, it disappeared – causing much wailing and gnashing of teeth over lattes at the Vida in Kloof Street. I have heard unconfirmed reports that some people even lowered their Rayban Wayfarers to show their darkened, hungover eyes while discussing it.
Rather than disappearing forever, cevron has reinvented him (or her) self and started a new blog. Think of their absence as a pause to straighten their hair, or browse for clothes in second hand shops in Cape Town. Just so you know, the new blog can be found at:
http://cevroncity.blogspot.com/
Without saying anything that might incite a flame war, let me now share the knowledge that popped out of that metaphorical horse's ass after my sperm-questions had formed foetuses. While (hopefully) we will never know who cevron is, we can always speculate. Indeed, it would be a little boring if we found out who they were. It's like finding out that the tooth fairy is just some drag-queen who studied dentistry.
So, without further ado, here are some possibilities for cevron's identity:
Joost van der Westhuizen: Joost has been very quiet lately, what with doing-coke-and-going-down-on-some-girl-gate. As far as I know, it hasn't been proved one way or the other, but it has been suggested that he has moved to Cape Town and reinvented himself as a hipster (otherwise, how could he infiltrate all the parties?)
Dame Judi Dench: When last did you see her in a movie? All you need to see is how she can make her mouth look so mean to know that there is a huge possibility that she could be cevron.
Tony Leon: Poor Tony Leon, he gave up being the leader of the official opposition in South African politics and now he has nothing to do. Helen Zille has taken his job and is now premier of the Western Cape. I'm sure I've seen a middle-aged, democratic looking man in a suit sitting in the booths at The Assembly before.
Heath Ledger: (Is it too soon? Ah fuck it.) Elvis? John Lennon? They're not really dead. Ditto Heath Ledger. He finally shaved his head to hide his baldness, put on an 80s inspired teased wig and some spray on jeans and has been moonlighting as cevron ever since.
That little tokoloshe girl/boy thing that hangs around Leon Schuster: There isn't a Zulu on my stoep, it's a cevron. You may have thought that strange looking person with the soul-chilling laugh and the seventy centimetre platform boots was a fashion icon, but they could also be the elusive cevron.
Kim Jong-Il: Not only the dictator of North Korea, greatest player of the piano ever, wearer of the silliest spectacles ever, donner of the most inappropriate military garb ever, best tiddly-winker ever born (ever), grand prince of rice paddies, eternal protector of communism and all-round nice guy, but perhaps also a certain blogger from Cape Town?
Tom Selleck's moustache: When last did you see it? It could be living on anyone right now, sneaking off at night and writing blogs. Don't scoff. Stranger things have happened. Like Lady Gaga.
And finally... you: It could be you. Or even you. Maybe not you. Probably not you. But very possibly you, with the dirty smile and knowing looks. Or someone else.
Yours yoursly,
Hp
P.S. If you would like to follow us on twitter, point your Internet-ship in this direction: http://www.twitter.com/headlinepayoff and if you would like to follow cevron, point it in this direction: http://twitter.com/cevroncity
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