Two parallel caption competitions have been running this week and the judging panel (me) has deliberated long and hard*. The first photo was of Kevin Rudd, and congratulations to Adam in third place (for pure shock value)…

“One in the pink, one in the stink.”

…and to Bridgit Gread in second place…

“I say again… Grods Think number TWO has been the best one so far, despite what the leader of the opposition claims.”

…but our winner is Bruce with this insightful pearler.

“This is how many digits you should be aiming for, Brendan.”

Bruce wins a cardboard cutout of Kevin Rudd.

The second photo was of Brendan Nelson, and congratulations to Fabio in third place…

“How many foreheads am I holding up?”

…and to Magic Bellybutton in second place…

“I own two Fleshlights! Take that, you ‘I went to a strip club but didn’t partake of the product’ nancy boy!”

…but our winner is Ray Dixon with this strangely prophetic ditty.

“I HAVE ONLY EVER VOTED LIBERAL TWICE IN MY LIFE!”

Ray wins a Fender Stratocaster signed by Brendan Nelson. Thanks to all who submitted the very excellent entries — judging was tough.

* Ha, ha. I said “long and hard”.

Back in June I put the call out for intelligence on McBec’s anonymous chest man, and now I can officially declare CASE CLOSED. McBec’s cousin is in town, is staying with us for the weekend, and the sight of his bare chest this morning inspired McBec to pull out the roll of pics and compare. Turns out that the photo is of McBec’s cousin washing dishes in his hotel room when he was in town for our wedding. His Mum had borrowed McBec’s camera and was taking a test photo.

In case you’re in any doubt here is the photo in question:

And here is McBec’s cousin re-enacting the pose at our sink this morning (albeit with gut slightly sucked in, forearms clenched all man-like, and unclipped chest hair):

Bad news, laydeez — he’s taken

I was heading into the city this morning so McBec handed me a roll of film from her recent overseas trip that got overlooked when she developed photos a few weeks ago. I dropped it off at the photo shop, went on a shopping spree for snowboarding related items in preparation for my own upcoming trip, and picked up McBec’s printed photos an hour later. On the tram back home I flicked through the happy snaps of New York landmarks and inevitable Napoleon shots and was a little surprised to come across this photo:

He must work out

I don’t know this man, and I don’t know this kitchen, so I was left wondering if maybe McBec had taken a photo of some guy’s chest that she’d met while traveling in order to remember him. Got home and put it to McBec that photos of faces are generally better mementos of lost loves and if you absolutely must take a photo of somebody’s chest then at least do it in a more sexy context than hand washing at the kitchen sink.

But McBec was adamant that she had no idea who this guy was or where the kitchen sink is. Plus, she’s generally more of a sculpted arse than a shaved chest kind of girl. After a good half hour of thought she concluded that the photo must’ve been accidentally placed in the wrong packet of prints at the photo shop.

So as a community service, GrodsCorp is publishing the photo of Anonymous Chest Man so that the rightful owner of the print can claim it back. Let us know if it’s you.