Category Archives: Hemlock

Hordes of voyeuristic perverts pour out of the closet and onto the streets of Hong Kong, unable to resist the prospect of a whole weekend’s leering at semi-naked, hairy, muscular, latent homosexual men jamming their faces between one another’s buttocks … Continue reading →

A northeasterly breeze chills the dawn breaking over a quiet, faintly glowing Exchange Square. In the comfort of the IFC Mall branch of Pacific Coffee, I find wild American friend Odell sitting in the hidden corner from which he likes … Continue reading →

The mood on the Mid-Levels Escalator this morning is one of unbridled inquisitiveness as Hong Kong’s disfranchised and neglected middle class try to get to the bottom of the ultimate government whitewash: the painting-over of the stripped pine in the … Continue reading →

On the top floor of S-Meg Tower, in the heart of Asia’s dynamic international financial hub, Ms Fang the hunter-killer secretary shouts to the three Stanleys in the mailroom. Seconds later, one of the trio of dedicated messengers emerges carrying … Continue reading →

A superstitious tradition we can live with! After tearing the red envelopes away, grasping the contents, and sniffing the fresh inky aroma of each perfectly folded bill, I spread today’s haul onto my desk in the Gwailo’s Lair on the … Continue reading →

The mood on the Mid-Levels Escalator this morning is one of redoubled joy. The hanging baskets of fresh flowers, long a prized feature of the world’s most amazing moving walkway system, were joined by strings of Christmas lights a little … Continue reading →

The mood – indeed, the scene – on the Mid-Levels Escalator this morning is one of unconstrained lust, as Hong Kong’s normally reserved and decorous middle classes clamour hungrily for the white envelopes being distributed by smiling, bikini-clad beauties in … Continue reading →

Shivering, I enter the cozy Yuet Yuen restaurant to find shapely Administrative Officer Winky Ip waiting for me in the alcove just at the door. I sit down and peel off my furry Tibeto-Norwegian cap, my mothball-scented, 12-foot pashmina yellow … Continue reading →

Morning in Perpetual Opulence Mansions, and the two Filipino elves let themselves in and report for duty. They are always on the lookout for additional sources of income. With the help of home-made black French maids’ costumes, they do waitressing … Continue reading →

The mood on the Mid-Levels Escalator this morning is one of celebration as news spreads of the return of A-Hing, the Bowen Road Dog Poisoner. Mostly. There are one or two mournful looks among some of the more pasty-faced female … Continue reading →