SPLICED Magazine Issue 04 April/May 2014 | Page 111

SPLICED COLUMN / DRAWING CONCLUSIONS ISSUE 04 Or its headlines, to be exact. We've all seen them - garish red borders, black backgrounds and SHOUTY, WHITE TEXT always featuring an exclamation mark - the headlines of; let's call it The Constant Fun (because being sued isn't) newspaper appears on most street lamps and corner stores. Have you ever actually taken the time to read the words emblazoned upon these effigies of ignominy, though? I'd like to think of myself as a connoisseur, if you would, of South Africa's ever-ubiquitous and most popular daily newspaper's headline posters; hosting a small but pristine collection of some of their finest work. To me, the Fun's headlines weave a glorious narrative in their simple, alarming phrases, oft free of the repressive constraints of grammar in favour of colourful slang and unintentionally hilarious content. Now, I'm probably sounding utterly condescending and judgemental, but bare with me here because this deserves your full attention, which sarcasm can garner far better than niceties in this instance. Think about this though; because what platform tells the stories of the everyman better than a newspaper? In spite of print's gradual death, most people rely on the medium far more than TV, radio or even the internet. A newspaper is easilyaccessible, cheap and targeted specifically at its readership's demographic, meaning that if it's going to sell well, it has to tell stories that people want to hear. The Fun's true strength comes from that virtue, because it tells the stories of everyday people in a way that's relatable and meaningful to its reader. Whether the stories are actually factual isn't really the point... 03 So, as I perform my everyday commute down 1st Avenue in Linden, I delight in my morning entertainment of the headlines, because I'm not just an English nerd, but also someone with questionable sanity. So when I read them, it's not in my boring, squeaky Ray voice, but rather in the eTV 'Friday Action Night' announcer's voice. "KARATE GOAT HATES ME!" Now, read it in the announcer's voice... "KA-RAHTEEEEE GOAT HAAAATES MEEEE!" Isn't that just wonderful? Did it not cheer you up immediately? That's powerful stuff! More powerful than a curse on a widow's panties or rude tokoloshe. Every day I get to read about ghost toilets or murderous farm animals, about guys getting their 4-5's (ask your parents, kids) stolen by monsters or people doing inappropriate things with poltergeists. It's a veritable goldmine of the creative wealth of our country, told by our people in all the earnestness that an exclamation mark and all-caps can muster. In fact, I'm actually amazed at the stories those simple little phrases can tell. In three or four words you can be transported into a storyteller's greatest dream, an adventure of poorly phrased words so beyond the sensationalist fare of other newspapers that you can't help but feel compelled by their shameless sincerity. There's magic in something that reads: "HE LAUGHED AT DEATH - AND DIED!" ā€“(you know Iā€™m reading this in the eTV voice now right ā€“ Ed) it has a subject, a predicate, a scenario and even a dramatic plot twist that fully grabs you even though you have no idea of what's going on, but immediately casts you into this glorious world of over-exaggeration and excitement. So go on, next time you're sitting in your car on a busy suburban road, cast your gaze to a newspaper that could only make your day sunnier, even if for totally unintended reasons.ā€ƒ You may laugh at that, but do me a favour; read this (actual) headline in your own voice: 111