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When is something “funny”, when is it “ironic” and when is it just “fcuk off and die, damned parasites who don’t want to work but spend their days living off honest people’s earnings”?

Last night I was talking to some people in sleepy backwater Pui O and for some reason the conversation turned to burglary. They were laughing about one guy who had film-noire’ly walked into his bathroom only to see in the bathroom mirror, a guy hiding behind the door with a knife. We had all been burgled at one stage, none of us liking it very much. They commented on how long it’s been since we’ve heard about a burglary, but thought it was because they had moved to Mui Wo, another sleepy backwater here on Lantau.

I said I didn’t think so, and that if there’s one kind of news that gets shared fast on this island it’s burglary news. We hadn’t heard about any burglaries because there haven’t been any.

I think you know what I’m going to say next. Oh, yes. I just shared my taxi with some people I’ve never met before and who, that’s right, had been burgled good and proper this morning about 4, after their son had gone to bed at 3am.

Is that “funny” or “ironic”?

So, Lantau people: I’m immensely sorry and pissed off to have to tell you: The burglaries have started up again. Same MO as always: Early in the morning, everybody asleep, small window flicked open with a screwdriver; two laptops, wallets, phones, cash, all gone.

And what with Lantau being the place where the most inept police in Hong Kong wash up, the CID’s MO was also as always: 12 guys turned up, touched everything in the house, then told the people who had been burgled not to touch anything. The police laughing and discussing where they’ll go to yam cha in front of the distraught people who had lost quite a lot of important things - exactly the same as when I was burgled.

That happening was in fact the very topic of my first blog entry. Ironic? Funny? Or just fuck off and die? The policemen who came to my house that day (only six! Hmph!) had been laughing their heads off over the fact that my dog Piles hadn’t been barking to alert me. They laughed at me when I started crying over having lost my month’s income and my camera with a lot of important photos still in it.

I wrote a letter to the police chief of Lantau complaining about this, and eventually received an answer saying he would brief his staff to be more sensitive to burgled people’s feelings in future. But of course that’s three years ago so you can’t expect everything. According to my freshly burgled neighbours, now it’s evidently back to laughing in people’s faces and blaming them for being burgled, again.

And, presumably, letting some uniformed officers sit around in a fully lit police van for a couple of hours before taking off, safe in the knowledge that all burglars have been well and truly scared off that particular spot forever.

I’m not trying to suggest it’s the fault of the Lantau police that some bastards are too lazy to work for a living but prefer to go into people’s houses to take what they can find. Far from it. But when it does happen, can they, the police, at least try to do their job with a modicum of professionalism?

No Pat Answers Here

Ha, so mayor Bloomberg has business interests in Dubai, does he? I didn’t know that. Did you? But it doesn’t surprise me in the least. Now I understand better why the mayor of New York so vehemently defends a project that is a total slap in the face of his city, a(nother) proof to radical muslims around the world that America is weak and faltering, and another victory for the islamisation, both open and stealth, of the western world.

This mosque isn’t a “cultural centre” or a place where “people can come together and pray, or do, like, whatever” (if they’re muslims) - it is a symbol of victory, to be built on the very spot where the jihadists celebrated their hitherto greatest victory over America - The Great Satan: The place where the Twin Towers stood, also known as Ground Zero.

If it were to be just an ordinary mosque - you know, of the kind where they get together on Fridays and listen to the imam drone on about how all Jews should be killed and how men should beat their wives so it doesn’t leave marks, and how good muslims must resist all assimilation into the society which has so naively welcomed them but rather help in the fight to restore the great caliphate (this time, the whole world) - then it would have been built somewhere else, a long time ago, with  taxpayers’ money.

Oh, that’s right. It already has. Many, many times. Where else would young idiots go to get “radicalised” to become arse-bombers, crotch-bombers, shoe-bombers and normal, day-to-day bombers like those who blew up the London Underground?

They get the inspiration to kill, maim and destroy in the mosque. The mosque where a guy tells them it’s glorious to die; that to die for allah is the duty of muslims everywhere. And therefore I’m not only against the building of mosques at Ground Zero, but anywhere! That’s right. There are more than enough mosques already in the western world, and a disproportionate amount of trouble ensues wherever they are.

Let the “moderate” muslims, so far so very, very quiet about the excesses of their radical brethren, speak up and fight against the tyranny of radical islam before western countries contribute money and space to the building of more mosques. Let them say clearly that they’ve had enough, and that they have no interest in being dragged into the hell that is pure islam. And as for existing mosques, let the imams be supervised during sermons, and when they are found to spread racist ideology and incite to violence, the mosque should be shut down.

No? Then tell me this: If a communist centre were to open somewhere in Europe and the US, where its leaders said that they were for example going to teach the followers that all non-communists were pigs and apes and that if a non-communist was hiding behind a tree, the very tree would shout out: “A non-communist is hiding behind me! Come and kill him!” - wouldn’t you want to keep an eye on that communist centre? For that’s what is being taught in mosques around the world, about Jews for example.

Now that we have all these laws against hate speech, laws that only muslims seem to use, it’s time to use the same laws against the mosques. If a man like Geert Wilders must face trial for hate-speech because he is quoting passages from the koran, the very foundation all mosques are built on, surely we must be able to stop others from quoting the same passages when their intention is to incite violence?


I Am A Total Racist

I have a vice. Yes, people, a guilty, stinking VICE! After I stopped shooting up mary-hooana as well as crossing the street on red light after I got fined $300 for “jaywalking” (sounds like “joyful walking” doesn’t it) in Central in 2003 - there were so many policemen there telling me not to walk that I just had to do it for the sake of it because nobody can tell me what to do (yes I have father issues) - I have only one tiny little vice left: I spend HK$100 every week on the Sunday Times.

I know, I know. The SCMP is only 7 dollars so why pay an extra $93 for just another English language paper, right? It’s just that I need to read some well written articles that don’t praise Donald Tsang occasionally. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago there was a six page article in that paper’s magazine that really caught my eye.

The headline was: England’s Green and Prejudiced Land, and it was about racism.

Naturally, that touched a nerve with me as I had just been called a “racist cunt” in this forum for saying - oh, something about how I don’t want the world to become islamic. Anyway, the article was written by one David James Smith who is obviously a writer for said newspaper; if he wasn’t (weren’t, I always forget which) I doubt if he’d ever got such a badly written and deeply boring piece through the hallowed doors of the Sunday Times.

It was all about him (a white guy) being married to a black woman and moving to Lewes, a small town in England, after having fled London where they had felt “a vague unease at the potential for urban crime.”

Well, unfortunately Lewes was even worse, for guess what happened? Their neighbour turned out to be a member of the BNP!!!! After this lead-up, I naturally expected a harrowing story of how this fascist nazi had racially harassed them, but no, he “never gave us any trouble. He ignored us.” He also seemed “strange, withdrawn,” but that could have been down to his wife having “died sometime earlier.” After this non-event, the BNP neighbour eventually moved away.

Riveting stuff indeed, but the real drama had been how this BNP member had been sitting not two feet away from Smith, separated only by a “wafer thin wall,” spewing out racial hatred on his computer. Smith assumed.

But then things started to happen. Smith’s wife had gone for a drink with some local women and been assured that there was no racism in Lewes! What can be more racist, Smith asks.

Worse: People would sometimes mistake Petal (his wife) for the other black woman in the village.

Yes, yes, I impatiently thought, reading through page after page looking for the good racist tidbits. Mistaking black people for each other, deeply insulting to be sure, but where is the good stuff?

It was this: His daughter had been told by a teacher that she had “frizzy hair.” In another incident, when the students at his daughter’s school wanted to give each other nicknames and someone suggested “chocolate-brown bear” for his daughter, that girl had said NO, that’s racist. Way to go, girl, stand up for yourself. But not really a cause for daddy rushing to the school to complain?

In another incident “Mackenzie (Smith’s son) was under a desk while he and another boy cleared up some paper at the teacher’s instruction. Mackenzie has a male teacher, part time, that year and the teacher asked him to come out. Mackenzie didn’t hear him, the teacher became exasperated and grabbed Mackenzie’s leg and yanked him out.”

Smith feels this is also racism and immediately goes to the school to sort things out with the teacher, concluding that “it seemed certain that [the teacher's] perception of who or what Mackenzie was had got in the way of normal teacherly conduct. ” Yes. A teacher yanks your son’s leg - racist!

In fact, according to the article, Smith spends most of the time when he’s not writing badly, running around between his children’s schools and various local community centres, complaining about people saying words like “frizzy” and “coloured” and teachers’ “preconceived idea that [black or mixed race children] fare worse than their white counterparts in secondary school.”

The next week there was a storm of letters to the Sunday Times, mostly from black British people telling Smith to get a grip, so all is not lost.

Yes, I laughed many times when I read that article.

I thought about how many times Hong Kong people have told me Cantonese is “too difficult for me” (but not for Indonesian helpers) how people call me a devil every day, ( yeah, I know HK people prefer to translate 鬼 (gwai) as “ghost” but really, is it any better?) how I’m always served jasmine tea without anyone asking me what tea I would like because all whitey drink jasmine and jasmine only, how people don’t want to sit next to male whitey (of course not me - that would be too much) on the MTR, how people treat me like a dog that can ride a bicycle every time I say “hello” in the local language, how Hong Kong people rejoice in telling me that all westerners are sluts and how, if I for example ask them to pick up their dog poo I keep stepping in everywhere I go, that I should “fuck off back to England.”

I wonder what Smith would make of that? But then of course, anything directed at whitey isn’t racism. Everyone knows that. We just have to suck it up and laugh about it. And you know what? I think we should. Racism is something that only the people who are hysterically over-aware of the colour of other people’s skin keep blathering on about. I don’t think it’s in any way helping Smith’s daughters - whose hair definitely isn’t straight - that he keeps running to the school every other day to complain about people saying they have frizzy hair.

I know, I know, a parent wants to keep his children away from harm, and it is indeed awful to be called names at school. We all know that. But - according to the article it seems this guy is on the hyper-alert 24 hours a day. “You said black? You said frizzy? That’s not how we did it in London, multi-cultural capital of the world! I demand that this little village in Sussex becomes like London but without the vague unease about potential for urban crime!”

Racism is awful and we should all fight against it. But as “they” say: The best revenge is to live well. I’m sure we all, as this Smith geezer’s children, will be much better off if we just forget about the racism and start to genuinely live as if we’re “colour blind.”

That means that you can criticise somebody for what they do and how they do it without being called racist. It means that you can criticise Obama without being called racist. It means you can say Donald Tsang looks ridiculous “mourning” the victims of the hostage tragedy in the Philippines wearing what seems to be a dinner jacket, without being called racist.

And it means I can say that I disagree with the ludicrous notion that the whole world will be better off if we would only wear tents with only one to two eyes showing, stone people to death if they’ve committed adultery, hang homosexuals and rape nine-year olds, without being accused of being racist. If being against any totalitarianism is racist, then I’m definitely a total RACIST. And proud of it.

Shooting The Guy That Had Once Talked To The Messenger

Like most people in Hong Kong I’ve been following the terrible tragedy that was the hostage killing in the Philippines.

And, probably like many people in Hong Kong, I’ve been thinking: It should have been the Hong Kong police! (Or “The Royal Hong Kong Police Force” as I still like to think of them.) Or the mainland police. They would have gone in there, taken the guy out - the Hong Kong Police by means of a negotiator, the mainland police by a bullet to the head with no complaints - all in half an hour.

Unfortunately it was the Philippines so it didn’t play out quite like that. There was chatting with the perpetrator’s brother; chaos, some more chatting, police not knowing what to do (as if the Philippines doesn’t have its share of hostage taking and violence) - normal banana republic stuff. Or something.

It was a terrible tragedy which could have been handled so much more competently and which shouldn’t have happened in the first place if more of the famous checks and balances had been in place.

But sadly, it happened.

So now all Hong Kong people on holiday in the Philippines have been called home, and that country has been put on ultra alert as the most dangerous country to go to, ever. What? It was ONE GUY with a grievance. He’s dead now, so not likely to do anything like that again any time soon.

My friend told me that she’d just been to the Philippines and hated it because there were guys casually carrying guns everywhere. Fair enough. That’s the kind of country it is, and has been for all the years HK people have crowded its beaches and bars.
But to put the whole country on super red alert because of one guy, now dead?

What’s worse, according to the SCMP, many HK people are now “thinking of firing” or “have already fired” their Filipino helpers. What’s THAT all about? So a guy goes loco because of some injustice at work and decides that taking a tourist bus hostage is the way to put everything right again.
Therefore old Imelda, trusty caretaker of three children and a grandmother through many years must be fired.

I can’t see the connection here. It’s like my students firing me because Norway hunts whales. All right so they’re not Hong Kong whales, but it’s as unreasonable.

Hong Kong people are normally so level-headed and rational. I hope they won’t start acting like silly buggers, punishing people who have completely zero to do with some - ONE - geezer going insane.

Victory For Hong Kong Government

Is it Norway? Canada? New Zealand? Mars? No, it’s the grassland of sleepy backwater Pui O after a rainfall!!! The above fjord normally looks like this, completely grassy (covered in grassage):

By the way, for example Ulaca: You’re a language geezer, right? Can you tell me when a noun is just a noun, like use, sign and waste, and when it becomes a HK Government NOUN (usage, signage and wastage)? I need to know!

Anyway, it was in fact the Hong Kong government I wanted to talk about. Today’s front page of the South China Morning Post shows a blue-sky photo similar to mine but with skyscrapers, saying the air pollution (pollutage) is the best (least bad) it’s been in 11 years.

The division head of scientific research and conservation of Green Power says this is due to “sea wind from the south” but I think we know better! Five dollars says it’s in fact Hong Kong government’s relentless war on air pollution that is finally showing some results.

Try to prove me wrong! Of course, when the greyish-brown soupy blanket of 30 meter visibility føøg descends on the city again, it will be despite said government’s efforts, and due to “haze.” So congratulations, civil servants! You deserve a huge round of applausage.

Chanting For Canto

If I told you I’d been to a demonstration in the mainland with thousands of people but all the police did was put up some barriers and stand around holding hands, would you believe me?

No? I wouldn’t have believed it either. but that’s what happened today in Guangzhou, in a joyous, raucous salute to Cantonese language and culture, screamed out by thousands and thousands of young, (I’d say average age 23, and would have been 20 if I and my two friends hadn’t been there) iPhone waving groovers sick and tired of being dictated to by Beijing.

If I’d been two or three meters tall, I would have been able to capture this scene, unheard of since June 4th, 1989, of young people in peaceful protest against, or rather peaceful fight for, that wondrous entity that is Cantonese. As it was, and despite standing on tiptoe and holding the camera high over my head, I only got other people doing the same. But downtown Guangzhou outside Gong Lam Sai metro station, was just a sea of people. And more and more came pouring in every minute.

The police just didn’t know what to do, but in the end resorted to just saying “This way, please” and stuff. Some of them smiled and laughed. Is this the beginning of something new? But as I said to the journalist: Cantonese makes people more lively. It’s its nature.

Being Canto speakers, we of course joined in the chorus of: Support Cantonese! and: Guangzhou people should speak Guangzhou language! Being the only foreigners there, we were immediately mobbed

swamped, photographed and filmed. And interviewed.

A historic moment and a triumph. I’m telling you now: You haven’t heard the last from the youthful Cantonese movement! It will spread to Hong Kong. Fast.

Revenge of the Cantomentalists

The debate about Canto rages on. Now mainland officials are weighing in, in an about-turn saying the government would “release a policy outline and new regulations to boost Cantonese cultural heritage.”

So it’s all over then. When the mainland government start boosting heritage, it means lots and lots of concrete, razing to the ground and building fake old, and lots of four-lane motorways leading to it.

Just stay away from Cantonese, okay? It’s a big boy and can look after itself. Just let it be. And whatever you officials are itching to do to further aggrandise yourselves and line your pockets with stolen cash, don’t do it.

But funnily enough, this whole debacle has been beneficial for me, because after some interviews in Chinese language papers, my YouTube channel has been swamped with views. The latest one, The Dudes, The Sad and The Envy, has had 5000 more views now than it did yesterday morning. So, excellent! All the viewers are young Chinese people who picked up the link in a popular internet forum, and they leave comments like: “A foreigner cares more about our language than local people do! Embarrassing!”

It was yesterday’s interviewer from Apple Daily who told me about next Sunday’s demonstration in Guangzhou

July 25th, 5pm, Jiang Nan Xi metro station exit A, wear something white. I think we should go! I think we should all go! Well, I’m definitely going.

Down with linguistic imperialism!

What do we want? CANTO! When do we want it? NOW!

CCP, CCP, how many languages did you kill this wee …k?

That’ll definitely be my first demonstration on mainland soil (although I have written self-criticism on two occasions) and I’m really looking forward to it. If you care about Canto, come along!

Another Nail in the Canto Coffin

Ahhrghhhh … When I set out to make Cantonese a world language, I was mostly concerned with Hong Kong and its people - the way they look down on Cantonese (their own language!!!) calling it a “street language” a “dialect” and advising foreigners to “learn Mandarin instead.”

After the handover in 1997 though, I’ve noticed that the written Cantonese has been gaining ground, being increasingly used in adverts, as captions and headlines in newspaper and magazine articles, and when quoting interview objects.

What I didn’t realise - or rather, not didn’t realise but didn’t see as quite so urgent, was that the central government has been working steadily, openly as well as behind the scene, to eradicate Cantonese completely.

I got my first inkling of this a few years ago when I walked into my local branch of HSBC and was greeted by a bint whose job it was to stand at the entrance going “Ni hao ma!” to everyone who entered and sporting a big badge saying “Promote the usage of Putonghua!” Here I was in Hong Kong, whose official language is Cantonese, being talked to in a different language by a local person with whom I had been communicating in Cantonese for years, just because an edict had come from on high that everyone in the bank should be quacking in awful Mando for the whole month.

That’s when I opened an online HSBC account.

A month or so ago I mentioned here how the authorities have been destroying the older areas of Guangzhou to “celebrate” (or whatever) yet another grandiose sports event on the mainland: The Guangzhou Asian Games. That’s only to be expected; after all there’s nothing like a sports event to spur the mainland government on to undertake city destruction on an enormous scale.

But now it gets worse. Much worse. Last week I was interviewed on the phone by Ming Pao, a Chinese language newspaper in Hong Kong, about my views on the eradication of the Cantonese language. For behold: To “enhance” “national” “harmony” etc. (I’m running out of inverted commas) - the government has decided to close down Cantonese language TV and radio stations. I was too shocked to speak coherently to the poor journalist; I think the gist of what I managed to gurgle forth was “Kill them all!!!”

Yesterday this monumental piece of news finally found its way into English language stalwart the South China Morning Post.

I quote the article in its entirety:

“Cantonese is in trouble in its birthplace.

Already threatened by the influx of migrant workers to Guangdong and unfavourable government policies, the ancient dialect is the target of a recent proposal to switch the language of prime-time TV programmes in Guangzhou to Putonghua as November’s Asian Games approach.

This has triggered a new round of the debate in the province about “cultural strife”: just how much must local ways of life be given up in the name of national unity?

Guangzhou’s People’s Political Consultative Conference submitted a proposal to the local government on Monday urging the city’s main television station, Guangzhou Television (GZTV), to stop broadcasting in Cantonese and switch to Putonghua in prime time on its main channels, the Nanfang Daily reported yesterday.

GZTV has nine channels, and most of its programmes are broadcast in Cantonese - spoken primarily by people in Guangdong, Hong Kong, Macau and some parts of the Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region . It is also widely spoken by overseas Chinese around the world.

The proposal says GZTV should use only Putonghua on its two main channels, to cater for Putonghua-speaking visitors and athletes at the Asian Games. (My italics, as are those below) The idea met with strong opposition from Guangzhou residents. But GZTV has decided to go ahead.

Mainland media quoted an unidentified GZTV executive as saying that although some concessions would be made to Putonghua on the two main channels, not much would change overall, as the idea was not popular in the areas to which GZTV broadcasts most.

The Guangzhou PPCC’s own survey last month shows more than 80 per cent of the 30,000 respondents - two-thirds Cantonese-speaking and one-third Putonghua-speaking - opposed the official plan to switch to Putonghua in TV programmes.

When GZTV previously switched some programmes to Putonghua, ratings dropped and it was forced to switch back to Cantonese.

Still, the proposal called for more Putonghua programmes.

With 110 million people, Guangdong has rapidly become the most populous province. But most of the recent increase has been migrant job-seekers, and now half its residents do not speak Cantonese.

Guangzhou, the provincial capital, once spearheaded the mainland’s economic reform. But rivals such as Shanghai and Beijing have caught up and even surpassed it. The dialect seems strange to outsiders.

So local authorities see the Asian Games as a chance to remake Guangzhou’s image and reaffirm its status as one of the mainland’s key cities.

But the cultural preservationists have a voice - a loud one. Some have called for the protection of the dialect, in thousands of online posts against the proposal. They say regional dialects are being swamped by the relentless tide of Putonghua.

There is a two-pronged attack on Cantonese - internal migration on the one hand, and the government policy of a “common language for a unified country and harmonious society” on the other, says Jiang Wenxian , a Chinese-language specialist at Sun Yat-sen University.

The 1982 constitution enshrined Putonghua as the official language. Beijing’s resolve to ensure all Chinese speak it has led to bans on dialects at many radio and television stations. Television stations in Guangdong are allowed to broadcast in Cantonese only because of the proximity of the province to Hong Kong.

“It is national policy to promote Putonghua,” Jiang said. “The government will not stop us from promoting local culture, but it is not going to support us. Guangzhou now boasts 14 million residents, and half of them are new settlers and do not speak any Cantonese.”

But the city’s residents who do, such as clerk Luo Bihua , advocate peaceful coexistence.

“All young people in Guangzhou can speak Putonghua. But the dialect presents the Canton culture. We have to support and use it in daily life,” she said. “There are already dozens of television stations broadcasting in Putonghua on the mainland.

“Please let us enjoy our culture in our hometown.” “

Bastards! But this is not unexpected. While hiding under a cloak of “openness” (reporting outbreaks of deadly diseases only a few months after it became clear they couldn’t be hidden) and a new-found kindness (premier Wen Jiabao patting children on the head and shedding tears during the Sichuan earthquake in 2008) the communist party has never stopped consolidating its grip on power. Many say it has never been more powerful and had more deep-reaching control of what’s going on in the mainland than now.

So it must irk them no end that there are millions of people who, right under their noses, keep speaking a language unintelligible for the dyed-hair, black-suited brigade in Zhongnanhai. Yes of course, many Cantonese speakers are communist party members. But Guangdong has always been a rebellious province going its own way. And that’s dangerous in China.

Now, if everyone were to speak Mandarin and only that, think how much easier it would be to keep them in check?

And so, armed with the excuse of “national harmony” the government has continued its relentless drive to bring everybody to heel. Inner Mongolia, Xinjiang and Tibet, wherever there are Han Chinese, the local people have been forced to learn Mandarin or else.

Now the dreary power-mongers  have cast their hungry eyes on the last outpost of non-conformity: Guangdong.

Only a naive person will believe that this shutting down of the Cantonese-speaking media is for the “benefit” of outsiders during the Asian Games. When the games are over, of course the Mandarin prime time broadcasts will stay firmly in place; then eating their way into the non- prime time slots as well, until there is no Cantonese language broadcasts in the province.

And when that is done, guess what: Hong Kong will be next.

With our dear un-elected useful idiots at the helm, don’t you think we’ll see ever more “Speak Mandarin, you know you want to” campaigns, cloaked in “useful” “good for the economy” “compete with Shanghai” “win-win” meaningless drivel.

Soon we will also, like the mainland, have trains called “Harmony” and Hong Kong government officials singing the praises of dull, un-inventive, communist speech-making, imperialist Mandarin.

Many Hong Kong people have been actively trying to get rid of Cantonese for years, without really being able to speak Mandarin. It used to be English that was top of these self-hating weaklings’ list, now it’s Putong Bloody Hua.

This kind of linguistic and cultural imperialism used to work well in the 18th and 19th centuries.
Nowadays, people know well that just because you can learn to speak one language doesn’t mean you have to ban/look down on/belittle your own.

I’m Norwegian. I learnt English, German and French at school. When I came to China, I learnt Mandarin first, and then Cantonese. Does that mean I should get rid of Norwegian???

What are these people ON?? Oh, I know what. A total power trip.

But it won’t work. Cantonese people in Guangdong will, if anything, crank up the Canto. The more stations that get shut down, the more they will speak their wonderful, ancient but always fresh, vibrant and totally cool language.

For that’s what those fuckers up north have against Cantonese, apart from the fact that it irks them so that they can’t understand it and therefore won’t know if someone is plotting against them, isn’t it.

Cantonese is cool and happening; something Mandarin hasn’t been since 1949.

As Sure As Summer Brings Rain …

… here is our annual Car Corpse Development Update! Above is a famous sleepy backwater Pui O car wreck in June 2008. One year later, dramatic changes have taken place:

and here is its latest reincarnation: A fully fledged CAR WRECK but with excellent vegetation.


I don’t think anyone is going to come and remove it now, do you? But nature will have the last laugh, as always. Or rather, until whoever owns that plot of land decides to clear it and use it for dumping building rubble to accommodate the strip-to-the-bone refurbishment of all the village houses that aren’t good enough for all the westerners moving here from Discovery Bay.

Wow! That was a long sentence. And a joke: If it was private land it would of course be covered in building rubble ages ago. No, the fact that the trees are growing and only a car corps decorating it, means it must be government land and therefore not up for grabs until some villager decides to build a luxury condominium for westerners from Discovery Bay there. Or, you know, other places. Not only Discovery Bay. I don’t want to get sued for slander.

Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid? Or Just the Normal Level of Afraid?

After having been anti everything in my youth and after “careful consideration” (no, not Hong Kong government speak for “glancing at a piece of paper, then chucking it”) I have come to think that nuclear power isn’t so bad. At least not compared to no electricity or electricity powered by coal.

Then again, when an atomic reactor is based on the mainland, a place where for example 40 companies can get together and decide to start manufacturing powdered baby milk without an ounce of nutrition - well, then I don’t embrace the idea of nuclear with the required amount of enthusiasm.

And now there has been an “incident” in Daya Bay, our nuclear neighbour 50 kilometres from Hong Kong; an incident of which no-one knows the severity. No one except the mainland authorities and CLP, that is. So, bearing in mind the impressive track record of openness in these two entities (we still remember CLP’s effort to permanently ruin Pui O beach by laying a cable to Cheung Chau a few years ago: The notification of that was an A5 size piece of paper sello-taped to a telephone pole on the far end of the beach) I think we should be thankful to be told of it not even one month after it happened.

But, as both the trustworthy mainland authorities and CLP can assure us: It’s nothing! A trifle. Not worth mentioning - that’s why nobody’s mentioned it. Nothing, just something about an improperly sealed fuel rod and an “insignificant” increase in radiation … and then there was the tiny matter of whether said rod was manufactured in France or on the mainland. Shall I venture a guess?

Between May 23rd and today, they are still talking about a “likely cause.” Does that mean they haven’t investigated it, hoping nobody would notice? One can speculate. And one will speculate. And maybe there will be the sacking of a low-ranking official and some full-page adverts from China Light and Power-Power in local newspapers showing shiny children playing in a meadow with some cows looking fondly on: “CLP Power: Openness. Progress. Power. Light. Future. Care. Family. And You. Because You Deserve It.”

That’s my guess. And being an optimist and with only 20 years of studying the Chinese government, I’d say we should, as always, shut up and keep making money. Like Mao said during the days when China didn’t even have a billion people: “We can afford to lose 400 million.”