Hong Kong has become a strange place. Even stranger than what it’s been since June. Why? Because it’s brought out the creepy crawlies. Not only the “cockroaches” and those malevolent versions of the Joker on both sides of the fence with an absolutely inept Chief Executive standing in the middle of the criss crossfire not knowing which way to turn, but new leeches to this city with new scams to peddle. And they’re spinning so outta control that it’s dangerously funny. Dangerously fake. Dangerously dangerous.
A few nights ago, I bumped into a 50 year old American Chinese lady I had never met before. She was proud to tell me her age. Did I care to know? Hardly. This was at the conveniently located lounge of a hotel next to the Convention Centre. The woman was a pro in The Art Of Big Bollocks. She bombarded me with questions about what I did, who I was doing, who I knew and name dropped more bombs and F bombs than those that rained over Hiroshima and Pearl Harbour.