LET’S MOVE AWAY FROM THE SHEEPLES, SHALL WE?

By Hans Ebert
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It really doesn’t matter. Nothing really matters, because there’s nothing we- you and I- can do about any of it- Facebook, all the many ills plaguing what was baptised “social media” and which all the time was Rosemary’s Baby grown up and in control of malleable minds feeding them with more and more and more clutter until priorities became lost in the shuffle.

The Bill Cosby trial, Trump, the Russians, the Chinese, Fleetwood Mac. Whatever it is that interests others are doing, but which might not be on the same page as the hymn book from which you’re singing is often just more clutter- if you choose to allow all this randomness in. It would be boring as hell if we all fell in line and became lemmings following the Pied Piper of Hamlyn. There’s a necessity to move away from the sheeples. It’s called survival and it took a houseguest to remind me of all this. It was the wake up call needed to still “belong”, but also remain detached enough to focus on individual thinking. Leave the sheeples behind. They’ll be fine. Like misery, mediocrity loves company.

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LEADERSHIP, TRUST ISSUES AND THE PRESENT AND FUTURE OF HORSE RACING

By Hans Ebert
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Instead of him working the room, some of us watched the room work the CEO of the HKJC on Wednesday. The room was the venue Adrenaline at Happy Valley racecourse and we were headed for the home stretch. The excellent band led by singer Jennifer Palor was performing a mix of old school and new school music and we waited to say our Hellos.

As is now part of his Happy Wednesday “schedule”, Winfried Engelbrecht-Bresges arrived after the last race had been run. Even CEOs need to chill out and just settle into the music being performed.

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MARKETING THE LIKABILITY OF HORSE RACING

By Hans Ebert
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By now, some of us look at racing at Happy Valley as one big party- ‘live’ music, food, beer, and eight horse races every half hour and where one might wave to champion jockey Joao Moreira, but seldom, if ever, follow him at the idiosyncratic city track.

Forget what the professional tipsters say. Even magic men need some time to chill. And with Happy Valley very seldom being his happy hunting grounds, one lost count of the favourites on which Moreira didn’t even run in the top two on Happy Wednesday. Maybe not even in the top three. But Joao Moreira is likeable and likability is a major asset in success or failure in Hong Kong. One doubts it’s something not lost on horse racing’s new kid on the block- Alberto Sanna.

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THE HKJC AND ITS FIELD(S) OF DREAMS

By Hans Ebert
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Not to sound corny or come across as if alien fairies abducted me to visit Never Never Land before returning me to Planet Earth, but after a somewhat low key start to this racing season in Hong Kong, it’s suddenly blossomed into a field of dreams happening in the real world.

While Adele once lamented how “we could have had it all”, someone’s suddenly pressed the On button and the show has begun in earnest with almost every meeting over the past few months giving racing fans something new to cheer about.

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THE RACING MERRY GO ROUND AND TAYLA’S STONED SOLE PICNIC

After Wednesday’s all-weather meeting at Sha Tin- we gave it a miss for a darn good meal at the always reliable Manchu China in Elgin Street- there’s some interesting Group 1 action this afternoon with the running of the Centenary Sprint Cup over 1200 metres metres and the Stewards Cup.

The last race, where there are 4-5 very good new prospects led by Sacred Ibis should sizzle as much as one of Manchu China’s signature dishes- the Sizzling Cumin Lamb. Yes, the race is that good.

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BURGHERS, BURGERS AND CEYLON TEA AND SYMPATHY (PART 11)

By Hans Ebert
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Kristine entered my life soon after my breakup with Irina and my mother passing away from the dreaded Alzheimer’s disease which turned into full blown dementia. Though divorced by then, Trina flew down to Melbourne many times to keep a promise she had made to herself: My mother should leave this world with dignity. It’s extraordinary everything she did when she could have just walked away. For this, I will be forever in her debt.

As for Kristine, she was introduced to me by two social networking blonde twins in Hong Kong who would make themselves available for the opening of an envelope.

Being Danish, they had met Kristine, an urban planner. on Facebook. She was coming to Hong Kong from Dubai to work on a job for the office out here. She was around 36, divorced, and attractive in a Sandra Bullock way. We met through the twins, went out once, but there were certainly no immediate fireworks. The fireworks and rockets went off after she returned to Dubai and we kept in touch through text messages and phone calls. There was something about her…and phone calls could be very seductive.

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BURGHERS, BURGERS AND CEYLON TEA AND SYMPATHY (PART 10)

By Hans Ebert
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Before reaching the inevitable breakup, Trina and I threw ourselves into work. Guess it was high avoidance after the death of our wonderful Nipper. The only time I cried during any of our counselling sessions was when asked, Hans, what made you sad? Easy. It was losing Nipper. That little dog kept us together.

By now, Trina was constantly travelling, I was constantly travelling and living pretty much a wannabe rock star lifestyle. There’s no point going into detail, but absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. It takes it everywhere and nowhere until it finally lands somewhere with someone new where words and action have no meaning. It’s often machismo bullshit played out for the peanut gallery.

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BURGHERS, BURGERS AND CEYLON TEA AND SYMPATHY (PART 8)

By Hans Ebert
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It’s very tough going writing this, but there seems to be an invisible force pushing me to finish it as if it’s my last will and testament. Maybe it is. Nothing matters more to me than saying what I have to say. Perhaps it’s about living on borrowed time where I have to be totally honest with myself and try the best I can not to hurt anyone in the process. But I will because the truth hurts. We try to escape it, but it always catches up with you no matter how hard you try to mask it.

Bottom line: You come into this world alone and you leave this world alone. The filling in the rest of the sandwich is just stuff that, in the end, was given way too much oxygen until it suffocated you.

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BURGHERS, BURGERS AND CEYLON TEA AND SYMPATHY (PART 7)

By Hans Ebert
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Married life with Trina was more than good. It was everything and more. As a young couple, our combined salaries were around HK$5,000, and this was fine. We were still in our little Japanese style apartment in Park Road and were even able to save money. Living together there was like a Graham Nash song: Perfect.

This was a very different Hong Kong to what we have today where people talk in millions and billions while those who can’t live detached lives on social media where fantasy and reality often come together to create emotional clutter.

As for Trina and myself, she was busy working for an arts magazine called Orientations whereas apart from working as Creative Director with the same local ad agency, I was making a little extra money writing an entertainment column for the SCMP and reviewing records for the TV and E Times.

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BURGHERS, BURGERS AND CEYLON TEA AND SYMPATHY (PART 6)

By Hans Ebert
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The accidental drug overdose death of my best friend since school Steve (Tebbutt), below right, had me reeling down inside and it was only now having Trina (Dingler) in my life that gave me the emotional support needed. We weren’t living together, but spent as much time together as possible.

I was still sharing an apartment with local radio disc jockey Mike Souza in Arts Mansion, below, which was like some big crash pad and waterbed for many in Hong Kong just starting out adult life or trying to figure out where we belonged and what was in store next. Kitty, my much-loved cat was as always there for company.

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