Part of what might be called HKJC Entertainment, those same unknown girls some have seen wandering around Hong Kong in white gym outfits for the past few months, are back in a- quelle horreurs- music video. This time dressed like dominatrixes and with one rather odd boy flouncing and dancing and singing in foreign tongues and going all old school Gangham style with horsey moves has not gone down too well with those who have seen it. Filmed in an empty and spooky looking Happy

Was watching something or another the other day and thought to myself, “Have we run out of ideas?” Did every creative idea that became reality run out of steam maybe twenty years ago and, like life itself, is this all one rerun- the music, the advertising, the inspiration to dare to dream, your heart knowing when you have fallen in love, and also knowing when you have fallen out of love and when love takes a backseat to things that are puerile? Or, unlike Alice, did we stop b

Speaking to some people from overseas, it was obvious that they were “riffing”, something one does when unsure about what they are saying because they have had zero experience about the subject- in this instance, Hong Kong 2025. There are those who apparently describe me as being “difficult”- and worse- which I wear like a badge of honour. This is for the simple reason that I have actually “been there”, done it, won awards for my work in advertising and music, met my heroes,