It's time to say goodbye to cheap and nasty Fong Kong
Welcome to Fong Kong, where both China's tainted milk scandal and Wall Street's financial crisis began.
If you've never heard of the place, that's not too surprising. It doesn't physically exist.
Fong Kong is a handy piece of South African slang. In the townships clustered outside Johannesburg and Cape Town, it denotes anything cheap, substandard, faulty or fake.
You know the sort of thing all too well: poor imitations of designer clothes, cooking pots with handles that fall off the first time you use them, batteries that run flat within five minutes, umbrellas that disintegrate in the rain, and - I'm not kidding here - in one case a ruler with centimetres that were just 8.5 millimetres long.
Of course, this sort of tat is not unique to South Africa. It is found all over the world; that ruler came from one of Hong Kong's very own Wellcome supermarkets. But wherever they are sold, Fong Kong goods are invariably made in China.
For the most part we don't complain too much about the shoddiness. Fong Kong stuff is so cheap, we tell ourselves we really can't expect any better.