Patience? … patiently defined

Thursday 29 August 2013, 9.57am HKT


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PATIENCE

Pointless waiting and inactivity pretending to be a virtue.

(29 Aug 2013, 8.05am)

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Comfy enough in your flatline?

Wednesday 28 August 2013, 12.21am HKT


SOMEBODY suggested that I write about the movies I’ve watched or loved. Since I don’t do movie reviews, I’ll try something slightly different.

I’ve only ever blogged 4½ movie reviews (this one, this one, and that lovely one, or the 1½’s under label “Three” in this one). Then again, I’ve never even done a book review in my life either — even for homework or school.

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(via Wikipedia)

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Things I learnt on hitting 30

Thursday 25 July 2013, 8.09am HKT


NOTHING starts a conversation more than about ageing.

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meme 30 years old in real life

(via lmaobruh)

No, not me. I’m considerably and irretrievably more than 30 down the road to hell and high water with piranhas and electric jellyfish swimming up my pantaloons.

Here’s what a friend of mine says through my social feed:—

Some things I’ve learnt since being 30…

i-m-not-30-i-m-only-2995-plus-tax

(via inaquarius.ro)

1. Breakfast doesn’t make you fat, DINNER does.

2. Family does come first.

3. The weekend are made for restand series.

4. Going out late means you’ll be home by 12am (ok … latest 1am).

5. Phones are for apps and games, but rarely used for actual calling.

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30 zone sign

(via c4c)

6. The weather is NEVER nice to you … (too hot, too cold, too humid, too dry…)

7. You used to think when you wake up, that belly would disappear… but now it doesn’t.

8. Metabolism is no longer an internal function, you have to work for it.

9. My FB friends are all either, married, getting married, pregnant, had babies
or the ones that are “forever single.”

10. You can live without a phone, but you can’t live without WhatsApp.

button 18 with 12 years experience zazzledotcom

(via Zazzle)

11. A good night out is when you go home by 11pm, shower and in your bed by 12am.

12. Flats are your new best friends.

13. Makeup is not compulsory, skin care is.

14. Massages are a necessary part of a weekly routine.

15. PMS stands for pre- and post-menstrual … which means the entire month…

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Compatriots speaketh

“Welcome to this age tickbox, though I already forgot
what I observed when I was 30 because it’s bloody long time ago!”

“… I totally relate to this list…”

“LOL. And … life starts at 30.”

“Makes perfect sense at 30. Like #11.”

“At least 7–8 items describe me!!!”

“But didn’t you turn 30 like a few years ago?”

“Oh … and should add two more things…

16. Lazy to walk and prefer to take transport instead, even if a short distance.

17. Less eager (or dare not go on rides)…

“Been there, done that…”

“What about ‘Yeah, I am going to a party this weekend!’
actually means a baby’s 100th-day or birthday party
rather than an all-you-can-drink/dance/club party!”

“Forever single indeed!!!!!”

Stark naked reality checklist there. (Yours truly)

(hat tip to Clara for the feed)

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The Naked Listener’s Corollary

Your ability to pull chicks or studs (or both!) is now superseded by
your ability to pull the nearest waiter to get your food ordered.

*Groan*

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Could suck more, given half the chance

TO anyone out there who’s just turned 30 or in imminent danger of it, the ‘Dirty Thirties’ aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.

Then again, things could suck big time, thanks but no thanks to your forebears…

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old young girl zara hartshorn 13yo

This is Zara Hartshorn of the UK in 2010

She’s not a middle-aged woman.

(via Jalwah)

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Zara with her mum in 2010

She was just 13 years old then, looking like this.

She has lipodystrophy, a genetic disease that makes her look far older.

She’s got good-looking arms though. Look!

(via Jalwah)

old young girl Zara Hartshorn in 2013

Zara’s sweet sixteen now.

Imagine no more about her possible cleavage.

I COULD just picture the horrific excitement of you lot of perverts out there about
MILFs and grannies with teen staying power.

Tsk, tsk, you dirty sods…

(via the Mirror of the UK)

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Draw your own fountain of youth, sooth or vermouth

Just so you newly reached (or even born-again) “Dirty Hairy” folks understand:–

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keep calm you have 30 years

(via keepcalm-o-matic)

Or it could mean this—

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condescending wonka 30 years old

(via quickmeme)

Your mileage may vary, and account for variable change.

Draw your own conclusions — or from your own fountain of youth, whichever is easier.

Or just settle on the vermouth and the thirtysometing teen porn, I guess.

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Future vibes, future hypes

Sunday 16 September 2012, 4.22am HKT


LET’S talk about things we see.

Or hear or read in public.

The stuff we see, hear or read in public that give off strong future vibes.

Personally, seeing CGI (computer-generated imagery) doesn’t blow me away. Seeing CIGS (copper iridium gallium selenide solar cells) does.

Especially since I caught sight of solar panels for the first time in Los Angeles back in the early 1970s.

I love how it feels to see someone using crazy future technology, especially future technology that gets the job done right beside technology that doesn’t get the same job done.

Smartphones are pretty crazy, though not exactly helping us to get the job done. Once people start walking around with augmented-reality eyeglasses, I might go out into the public just to look at them tripping out and tripping over into the sidewalk and getting run over by buses swerving to avoid them.

It’s damn eye-opening just how futuristic and sci-fi some of our mainstream techno-shiz is.

What else is cool right now that makes us think of the future? What technologies can we look forward to? What buses are avoiding us?

Future towers

The flippin’ skyscrapers and sundry towers of capitalism/socialism/quantitative easing we build these days — imagine how effing cool they will be when they’re being built for gardening and don’t need residents! Civilisation!

Wishful thinking. They’ll never get built (for gardening, less residents) because only insurance carriers and subprime mortgage companies will have the money to build them. Oh well…

These are the droids looking for you

Finally within touching distance are androids, grandroids and assorted robots — the haemorrhoids of humanitoids dreamt up in the last hundred years.

Now that 3D printers have become reality since 10 years ago, we now have the satisfaction of knowing that a few more years down the road we can have biomechanical Xeroxes made of our favourite psychopaths.

“We have the technology to rebuild him.” Into what?

Bionics. “My body parts from supermarket carts.”

That’s just awesome. I didn’t realise bionic technology was so far advanced after reading various techno journals lately. To hell with Google’s Glasses. We gonna get The Six Million Dollar LED Fleshlight That Can Do French Cooking and English Tea soon.

Now that I’m officially ‘old’ because of having to wear bifocals, it got me thinking. Couldn’t bionics be the future of virtual reality? Instead of having some huge 360° machine or a holodeck-type device, couldn’t we just have self-adjusting lenses (contact or otherwise) that project graphics to create a sense of immersive environment? All we’d then need is maybe a $500 omnidirectional treadmill and 25 bucks of Chinese-made motion sensors to capture movement — voila! virtual reality!

If reality is too much for you…

The various journal articles I’ve read lately basically say the holodeck is a horribly primitive way of going about 3D immersion.

For now, the best way apparently is to ‘release’ (read: inject) nanobots into the brain and network them to coordinate electrical impulses to stimulate the brain. The new electrical impulses generated would cause the brain to ignore regular stimuli so that a new virtual reality is built just as real as reality.

That’s dynamite on paper. If those nanobots go on the fritz, your brain is going to be supper for the nanobots.

If robotics (nano or otherwise) isn’t your cup of tea, try biology.

The latest research is heading towards the retrovirus approach. Insert special, precisely manufactured genes into your neurons (brain cells). Send in a light signal or some other kind of signal via a cable, and the augmented cells will transmit electrical signals throughout your brain.

Will any of you plug in once the animal testing is over?

They promised us flying cars. So where the hell are they? How long are we still going to have to wait?

The flying car was first promised to us in Jules Verne’s “Master of the World” (1904).

Actually, flying cars might be a terrible idea after all, considering the unending litany of traffic accidents and deaths we have already for ground-based vehicles. Flying cars with the proverbial well-oiled nut behind the wheel (joystick?) ramming into each other mid-air and raining down flying debris doesn’t make for punctual supper time for most of us.

Instead of flying cars, we have the next best (or dangerous) thing: driverless cars.

Oh, man, chill, baby, chill, while your car drives you where you need to be at your whim and quim. You could even sleep whilst the car drove itself. Round the bend or over a cliff. The possibilities of population reduction

Reality is just Avatar-level CGI

Roadtrip? Blaze all day. I’ll plug in and never return — assuming it’s indistinguishable from real life. Also assuming I could modify the simulation on the fly to do whatever eff I want.

Just like that crap electronic music called dubstep or whatever the hell it’s called.

If 3D imaging is your ‘thing,’ try this video: CES ’11: Japan’s Laser 3D Image Display — it’s the ‘realest’ 3D imaging we can get, no?

Kind of goddamn dangerous too. They’re shooting a laser powerful enough to explode air.

If you have a yen for dangerous living, build your own fusion reactor. Sure, it’s still in concept stage and currently nobody has one or can operate one for more than a fraction of a second.

Every torus reactor that has ever been built has been pretty much for experimentation. No one has produced any energy from such reactors — but you’re assured your input electricity bill will be sky-high and contribootin’ to the national economy. That must count for something, right?

Deus Ex Machina Ex Healthcare Ex Common Sense

Medical breakthroughs are some of the things that most impress me. Not always for the right reasons, but they impressed all the same.

If you’re into transhumanism (and other big words that you don’t know the meanings of), here is a YouTube excerpt of the documentary “Deus Ex: Human Revolution and Transhumanism” — it’s about real-life cyborgs.

Kevin “Captain Cyborg” Warwick, the world’s first cyborg hailing from Coventry in England, had a microchip implanted into his arm that he could use (successfully) to control basic household objects.

The first impressive thing about his chip-in-the-arm technology was that it was already done in the early 2000s.

The second impressive thing was this: the guy’s an idiot — can’t he just walk over to the household objects and fiddle them about with his own hands? Test it on a paraplegic, not on yourself, stupid.

Personally, I’m still waiting for bioprinting or 3D organ printing to fix my left knee and ex-split pelvis that I spent 37 months on crutches because of. My eyeballs need fixing too because they ain’t what they used to be and need bifocals (short for Birth-Interrupting Faggot Optical Crap-Attracting Lamer Spectacles).

The National Geographic magazine ran a feature (“The Big Idea: Organ Regeneration,” March 2011) about growing body parts.

Well, slay me, buddy boy, I’m gonna set up my mid-air secret underground wine cellar in my 15th-floor home just to grow my own (eyeballs, for instance), now that Quantitative Easing 3 (‘QE3’) looks set to destroy national healthcare services worldwide and the water here in Hong Kong ain’t thrilling to write home about.

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Whatever the technology, be sure they’ll build HER first
for your brother from another mother
with the winner, winner, chicken dinner…

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… while the rest of us make do with THIS
tryin’ t’get lucky in K’ntucky

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In most pulp sci-fi of old, our technological breakthroughs set us free.

Instead most people have become slaves to it.

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Rurdy-Turdy Thursday: One Word Answer

Thursday 23 August 2012, 4.54am HKT


THIS is a new posting category: Rurdy-Turdy Thursday comes out irregularly but always on a Thursday (obviously).

It’s crap.

It’s fun.

It’s stuff you’d rather bin but never got round to it.

It’s stuff all nosey parkers like to read.

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ONE WORD ANSWER

Rubric (that’s old-fashioned for ‘Instructions’)

Answer all with one-word answers. Time limit: Preferably within our lifetime, if not yours. Don’t spoil the fun for others: copy and paste into your own “About” page or something, type in your answers, and tag a bunch of people (including me). Answering them is harder than you think, so up to three words are allowable.

My answers:

Where is your mobile/cell phone …………………. Right
Your hair colour ………………………………….. Deciduous
Your mother ……………………………………… Oldtype
Your father ………………………………………. Newoldtype
Your favourite thing ……………………………… Paper

Your dream last night ……………………………. Awake
Your favourite drink ……………………………… Coffee
Your dream/goal …………………………………. Partying
The room you’re in ………………………………. Stacked
Your fear ………………………………………… Choicelessness

Where do you want to be in 6 years ……………. Abroad
Muffins …………………………………………… Crap
One of your wishlist items ……………………….. Etc
Where you grew up ……………………………… Timely
What are you wearing …………………………… Pinstripe

Your TV ………………………………………….. Movies
Your pets ………………………………………… Gone
Your computer …………………………………… IBM
Your life ………………………………………….. Emergency
Your mood ……………………………………….. Easy

Missing someone ………………………………… Supposedly
Your car …………………………………………. Flogged
Favourite store …………………………………. Laurence Corner
Your summer ……………………………………. Lolligagging
Your favourite colour …………………………… The Red, White and Boring

Last time you laughed ………………………….. Today
Last time you cried ……………………………… Unrecallable
Three people who email me …………………….. Bill the Bills Biller
Three of my favourite foods ……………………. Italian, French, Levantine
Three places I’d rather be right now ……………. Somewhere, Everywhere, Anywhere

Three people I think will do this …………………. Anybody
Your favourite one word ……………………….. Fabulous

And my own cheeky additions:

Your favourite vice ……………………………… Listening
Your favourite good habit ………………………. Observing
Your least favourite virtue ……………………… Gregariousness (big word, huh?)

Favourite English first name ……………………. Ashley
Favourite non-English first name ………………. Fabio (Italian)
Favourite surname …………………………….. Fortescue (for-tis-skew) (English)
Name that stuck after first hearing ……………. B. Speight (spayt)

What’s in your wallet …………………………… Receipts
Top or bottom ………………………………….. Spherical

Your favourite ink colour …………………………………….. Green
Ink colour that makes your handwriting look fabulous ………. Black
Ink colour you’d rather drink …………………………………. Blue
Ballpoint pen nib size …………………………………………. 1 mm (broad)
Highlighter colour …………………………………………….. Blue

Are you the jealous type ……………………….. You?
Favourite meal ………………………………….. Breakfast
Favourite piece of cutlery ………………………. Spoon

What you do for kicks …………………………… Sleep
Favourite aspect of your favourite people ……… Slack

Flight or invisibility ………………………………. Teleportation
Snow White or Goldilocks ……………………….. TRONwhores

Bollocks for you …………………………………. Gentrification (big word again, no?)
Your bollocks that they can’t stand …………….. Everydayness (polysyllabic, no?)

Are you metric ………………………………….. Yes
Are you imperial ………………………………… Yes
Choices come in ………………………………… Fours
You count numbers in ………………………….. German
You think the rest in ……………………………. Any

What animal are you …………………………… Alive
Favourite all-time author (surname only:
multi-barrelled acceptable) …………………….. Mikes
What’s your nickname for yourself ……………. Spanky Pants

Meaning of Life ……………………………….. 42 – xyz(23) to the power of olive oil

(inspiration from this Facebook note)

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Clockenflap 2011 (3/3)

Friday 23 December 2011, 3.00am HKT


(Continued from Part 2)

(Allow time for some animated images to load, please. Worth your wait.)

THE MEMORABLY NAMED Clockenflap 2011 festival on 10-11 December was the only music and arts festival in Hong Kong (at least in my memory) where expats and locals really came together as individuals rather than as disembodied, dislocated and disconnected communities living cheek by jowl in this ex-British/Brutish/now-Chinese colony.

Summer would be the wrong time for this festival. The whole thing had to be in winter. Winter makes people come together — if not for warmth of companionship, then at least for the warmth of surviving the harbourfront wind and 9°c (48°F) cold.

Probably the best part of it all was to see expats and locals clinging to each other, braving the elements together, teeth clacking away, shivering their socks off — and bitching together about how bitchy, ugly, brain-damaged or money-grubbing their sons and daughters are. Any other season, it wouldn’t have worked so well.

The elements = basic crowd control.

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Odd Things that Look Nice

Lunar eclipse while the acts were happening.

One performer on stage told the crowd to stop texting for a second and watch the lunar eclipse that was happening mid-show.

The next lunar eclipse will be in 14 years’ time. Some of us will be too old to see anything by then.

Hello! Fourteen-year-old emos! You’ll be 28 at least by then! You’ll have to put up with your own misbegotten emo goth kids then! Muahahaha! See how you’ll like that when you have to bicker constantly with your brats whether they’re feeling chilly or hungry or thirsty or need to go to the latrines! Muahahahaha!

Go be an hero now if you can’t stand that! Go suck eggs!

(Yes, it’s called ‘an hero’ — because it’s an Internet meme, genius.)

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Fascination with Lights

I’m a big sucker for these magic mushroom seats.

They didn’t blink, didn’t move, didn’t interact, didn’t do tricks. They just sat there like sulking emo kids. But they were lit up and changed colours, and that was good enough.

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Sponsors and providers of the mushrooms. Remember to do it for 2012. Please.

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It’s meeeeeeeeeeeeee on magic mushrooms! Yay! All ’shrooms and no side effects!

Everybody had to take a picture on the ’shrooms, no matter how dark or silhouettey we ended up. But that’s the point, isn’t it?

  • Notice how well-behaved yours truly had been.
  • Trivia: Purple is my ‘power colour.’ What coincidence.

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I kid you not, but this was practically the only littering at the site.

If you leave people well enough alone, and provide the necessary amenities, people will know the right thing to do. All the time, every time.

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INSIGHT #15

  • Human beings are natural-born rebels.
  • Everyone, including the most obedient, the most authoritarian, the most establishmentarian, are rebels at heart.
  • Put in an authority figure, and we rebel.

Why? It’s because we know what’s best for ourselves and ours, thank you very much — we need no stinkin’ stranger to tell us otherwise. Especially if you’re one of those shoeshining, piss-pissing, two-timing imbeciles who contributed to The Great Financial Bail-Out-The-Unbailable Tsunami of 2007.

  • People in authority often don’t know what’s best for themselves, much less for us.
  • Look at the state of our world over the past 10 year for proof.

Every one of us have wasted well nigh 20 years following some sort of foolish, decrepit, pointless, lulz-destroying rule — in school, in the home and at work. Rule-following is ingrained in us after those 20-odd years. Just tell us matter-of-factly to behave ourselves, not chuck stuff all over the place, provide the amenities, and we’ll do it. No need to ‘enforce.’ You need to be more responsible in the way you ‘enforce.’

  • Ninety percent of us will behave.
  • Nine percent will follow the 90% out of shame, fear or natural rebelliousness.
  • One percent might need strong-arm tactics, but they don’t count because they don’t come to gigs like this one anyway.
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THE FACTS

  • Nil bad behaviour (fighting, drunkenness, etc) mainly because of no police presence
  • Nil bad social behaviour (spitting, etc) because of the dustbins everywhere
  • Very small damage to the plants and shrubbery for this size of event
  • Very little littering because of all the dustbins/trashcans everywhere
  • No drug-taking (probably because of the cold weather and because everyone didn’t want to spoil something quite rare like this in Hong Kong
  • No fighting for latrines (because there really were enough of them)
  • Nil bickering over money and change because of the use of coupons
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If you don’t provide the facilities, how the hell are we supposed to behave ourselves? Clockenflap did, and we behaved. QED. Derp.

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The Main Event(ssssssssss)

Actually, there are many main events at Clockenflap. This was one of them. I can’t decipher my own handwriting, so take it as it is.

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The smurfs. Blue-coloured skin from the cold made bluer by the stage lights.

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Told you the main stage wasn’t that small.

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Animated gif of the lit hoola-hoop girl lady in between the headline acts.

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I was totally mesmerised with the hoola-hooping, I promise you.

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The performer revealed, at last!

  • I tell you, she was a helluva lot cuter than this picture shows.
  • Srsly.

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The Peeps Standing Behind Me

This lot ‘stood’ behind me, while the cute little chick in front of me wriggled up and down my front side in a highly memorable way. *Ahem!*

Have fun, folks, you get only one life and one life is all you get. Don’t waste it on unfun stuff.

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INSIGHT #16

Thirtysomethings enjoyed themselves the most at gigs like this one more than any other age group. The next age group, surprisingly, was the 50-somethings.

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Have fun NOW! Expat fella enjoying his youth when it counts.

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INSIGHT #17

Girls who can have fun without going overboard often end up with nice guys who are successful. Guys want girls like that — for keeps — because they know they can be mothers of happy, successful children. Who wouldn’t want that for descendants?

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The final headline act: Santigold and crew in their frilly dresses.

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Nooooo, Santigold’s not that kind of act … not even close.

  • Notice the piss-bored look on the minder’s face.
  • He’s wasn’t bored.
  • He was paying 100% attention to security.
  • Talk about dedication to the job.

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And much fun was had by all

Me and stage manager Chris B (she’s actually a ‘local’ local who’s a semi-expatty local).

Yes, I know, it’s a terrible picture of me. The winds were blowing hard, the cold was setting in, the want for latrines was pressing, the moustache wasn’t one of my better efforts (something in the water in Hong Kong), and it was getting late. Please be understanding of my predicament with lovely Chris. She has that effect on guys.

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Me and my ‘Predator’ cap.

(Or was it ‘Preda-hamster‘? Anyway, it’s been a long time since the last wearing.)

  • It’s stupid
  • It’s vaguely funnee
  • It’s doing nothing for my reputation
  • I can’t pull chicks with it on
  • But I get lots of people (especially chicks) wanting pictures with me with it on
  • Oh well, you win some, you lose some

This is my signature motorbike helment cover. I represent Hong Kong in an official capacity at all motorbike gigs internationally with this cap. If you see this cap anywhere, you’ll know it’s meeeeeeeeeee.

I am the motorcycle champion of Hong Kong at the Dakar Rally many years ago, and this is neither the beginning nor the end of my story.

  • Bizarrely, nobody knows that — or me — in Hong Kong town.

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PROTIPS

  1. If you’re wearing something funny, strange or just out of the ordinary, always let others take pictures of you. Otherwise, what’s the point of wearing it?
  2. Don’t expect others to email back the pictures to you afterwards — they’ll sober up (eventually) and never recognise themselves in photos, much less you.
  3. They shoot you, and you shoot yourself (via them) at the same time. You never get to see their shots of you again, ever. Double the exposure, namsayin’?
  4. If you wear a cosplay outfit (in any weather, but especially in 9°C/48°F weather), it is morally indefensible to refuse being taken a picture of by others.

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Oh, yes, I’m officially an adult — but you probably wouldn’t have thought so by the way I ramble on ‘comme un crétin sur les stéroïdes idiote’ (‘like a cretin on idiot steroids’).

Trivia

  • It’s not a Rolex
  • It’s an automatic, 21-jewelled, gilt-anodised Seiko 5 mechanical wristwatch
  • Price HK$500 (or US$64.25 or £41)
  • Works like a charm
  • Works better than the HK$38,000 one I also got lumbered with as barter payment for a print job

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Comments from the crowd

  • One in three festival-goers said that had the ‘local’ locals handled the arrangements, the festival would have failed.
  • The government would have been the worst-possible organisers.

One bearded American guy from Guangzhou (Canton City) said there is ZILCH anything like this anywhere in mainland China, mainly because of the warped politics and social politics ‘overr therr.’ The Yanks living across the border have it good because it takes them less than two hours by train to come down to Hong Kong for something like this. The expats in (say) Beijing or Shanghai are just lumbered with overpriced, shoddy entertainment activities inside hotels. Muahahaha!

“Most of the expats here today most likely are those stuck in Hong Kong for some reason and can’t make it back home for Christmas or New Year. This is perfect timing. Let’s hope the organisers or the government don’t f@#k with it next year.”
— Irishman Mickey with Canadian schoolmistress (Jenny?) 

Self-plug: I wore a black velvet dress jacket, blue Palestinian scarf and the Preda-hamster cap. Two tall, dishy Euro guys with perfect physique (and waistlines!), one with a military peak cap, wanted to have a threesome picture.

‘Bridge’ (in the peak cap): We must take a picture together, like we don’t get to see somebody’s who actually cool here.

Michael: Put your arms around my shoulders.

Me: No way. Let me put my arms around your waist!

(Relax, ladies, I’m straight. We do this faggoty thing all the time in Europe. We just wanted to see Americans shatting bricks at the sight of that.)

  • Kate from London who spent the first seven years of her childhood in New York City said something really insightful and important. Alas, I can’t decipher my extraterrestrial handwriting. Sorry, Kate, we’ll leave that to the archaeologists then.
Self-plug II: One German-sounding guy at the Magic Mushroom Seats told me he really liked my black velvet jacket because “it shows style.” Thank you.
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Hong Kong skyline

And much fun was had by all.

And so to bed.

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