Hillbrow. [Noun]: to end up when you want to die. Commonly known as a hang out for hookers and pimps. On crack.

Cath will tell you all about my unintentional love affair with one way roads.  It’s something chronic.  Except, it’s not half as funny as usual when it’s 12 o’clock at night and I’m screaming down the wrong end of a one way which comes to a dead end in the middle of fucking HILLBROW!  Hillbrow!  Where hookers go to overdose on crack.

Looking back, I probably shouldn’t have second guessed the GPS when it told me to go left.  Looking forward, I’ll definitely listen to it and go left next time.  Looking above, I am so grateful I had pepper spray in my handbag should anything have gone wrong.  Looking down, I really like this shade of pink on my toenails.

Anyway, I was on the way back from collecting Tiff from the airport, who’d flown in from Thailand.  Yay, my friend is back!  Yay, I get to spend some QT with her before she flies down to Durbs to spend some QT with her family and also Kimbo, my other friend.

In other news, today is the 2nd last Monday to my working year.  Yes please!  Except, when Jon and I come back from our holiday, I don’t have a job to come back to 🙁  Which brings me to my very next ultra important statement:


Went to an eBucks press shindig this morning.  Will tell you all about it tomorrow.

That’s all for now.



  1. Jeanette says:

    Glad you got out of there 🙂 sometimes it pays not to listen to the GPS, but knowing your track record with getting lost in Jozi, that’s not a good idea for you! kwim
    Hope you find a job soon!

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