DJANGO UNCHAINED

Hans Ebert
2 days ago
3 min read

Who we would like to see named in the Epstein Files:

Wini, Pete and toy boy Dennis frolicking together by the whirlpool.

Pauline Hanson

Bazball

Kash Patel

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Perhaps it’s not as good as when Hong Kong was producing award winning advertising, but all credit to McDonald’s for showing the city good, strategic creative work.

For people like Philip Tse and myself who were there from the beginning to help launch McDonald’s in Hong Kong under the brilliantly unorthodox yet visionary leadership skills of our friend Daniel Ng, this new work makes us smile with pride.

Well done, Team McDonald’s!

Perhaps people like the “Hong Kong Jokey Club” and the “Hong Kong Tourism Bored”- I mean the all powerful Hong Kong Jockey Club and the Hong Kong Tourism Board- might start to understand that though most of the creative product in the city these days is just superficial Me, Too fluff, there are at least some in the city waiting for something new and exciting.

The others? Wallowing in negativity and taking large sips from half empty glasses.

Those senior citizens who make the trek don’t give a flying fig about TVB type variety shows on a Sunday afternoon at Shatin racecourse featuring aging Grasshoppers dressed like members of a drag queen show and some poor thing wearing what looked like a glittering silvery outfit with fishnet stockings warbling like some ditties. It’s just a reason for the senior citizens to go outside.

As for television audiences who might be watching the races in between playing mahjong, think they are listening to these artists, who, at best, are as relevant as hula hoops, talk about a subject they are clueless and don’t care about called horse racing?

Winfried?

As for the Hong Kong Tourism Board, gawd knows who’s deciding what goes where these days, but like the smattering of people who attend the races these days, often because they’re bored and with nothing better to do, Hong Kong is tired of more fireworks displays and light shows that look like something that the department store Daimaru used to produce as outdoor advertising.

Who’s responsible for these fruitcake displays of mediocrity, and how do they slip through the cracks and management of those being paid the big bucks to ensure quality control?

Or do these people simply not want to be held accountable for what passes off as “marketing” but is just a waste of time and money which would be better off being donated to charity.

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Well over ten years ago, I received a call from a +44 number that I didn’t know, but still answered it. It was very clear from the dulcet tones on the other end that it was Britain’s best known name in entertainment Simon Cowell, who was extremely charming when introducing himself to me before being equally charming when saying that he and Sony Music had no choice but to sue me.

For what? For something I had written regarding the number of votes for Susan Boyle, winner of that season’s Britain’s Got Talent competition, looking a little dodgy and not quite adding up.

Simon, as polite as ever, mentioned something about knowing why I had written what I had and who had put me up to it.

I had no idea what he was talking about until remembering that my daughter was working for Simon Fuller, his main competitor back then in the clash of the titans of those television singing competitions.

Despite another call a couple of days later about how Sony Music was also going to sue me for the aforementioned article, I went about my business thinking that being sued by Simon Cowell would propel me into the dizzying heights of being the new Perez Hilton.

Speaking of Simon Cowell, the news below is very interesting on a number of fronts and different reasons.