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

Though the marketing of Hong Kong is not without its shortcomings- there’s a smirk hiding in there- it says something when you’re told by those who know to hold off from coming to America and stay put, because, with my colour and looks, I will very probably have quite an ordeal trying to enter a country, that if the nonstop news is to be believed, is caught up in a crossfire hurricane of divisiveness, racism, goofiness and a dangerous brand of legalised lawlessness. For Hong

Once upon a dim sum  We heard the bells  go Ding Dong We knew we were back  And chilling in the Kong The city called Hong Kong  There was music playing  And people singing  There were beats  out in the streets Music was heard everywhere  This was the soundtrack  to our being and lives  And living the coolest  Cheongsam life style   Copyright ©️ Hans Ebert, 2026 It’s tough growing up, and, sometimes, when having to grow down to fit in with others and “network”, which is a stra