Once upon a wonton, the television weather man in Hong Kong was an animated character named Freddy who would look up at the sky and either smile, put on his shades and happily walk off frame whistling or when the weather was getting cooler, his teeth would chatter and he would say, “It’s faaaaaaaaaaliiiiiiiiing!”. If Freddy was still around today, he could be used to use this line to describe the standards of everything in Hong Kong, especially creativity though it must be sa

Though good to read about its “strategic shift aimed at diversifying visitor demographics”, one wonders why it took the Hong Kong Tourism Board this long to realise that budget tour groups, mainly from China, and without the financial means for even an overnight stay, bring nothing to the city except for the now tedious narrative hammered out by the local media that there’s been a “surge in tourism”? Tourism without spending power is Oliver Twisted and worth diddly squat. It

What no one knew at the time, including the person I was living with at the time was an idea racing through my head when being shown the beer garden at Happy Valley racecourse and which I turned into the Happy Wednesday brand for the Hong Kong Jockey Club. Some things are best kept in one’s hip pocket and being taught when in advertising that timing is everything. With the Hong Kong I once knew and where I met and married the American Wrangler girl and our daughter was born