Storm clouds gathering over Pui O; over man and beast, dog and frog. Or are they?
Two weeks ago we had another damp squib in a series of never-ending damp squibs from the Hong Kong Weatherage Department or whatever it’s called. That day it was TYPHOON SIGNAL 3! Quick, close all the schools!!! Yeah. Three drops of water and a light breeze is what happened on that day. You could have sat on the beach knitting a jumper of spiderweb-thread and still been home for lunch with the jumper intact.
So now it’s batten down the hatches, be scared very scared all round. As far as I can remember, the last six or so typhoon warnings turned out that way. Are they just another ‘Cold Weather Warning!!! Everybody Go Inside!’ thing when it’s 15 degrees celsius?
What’s happened to Hong Kong people/government? I remember in the old days (i.e. before the handover) when a typhoon signal really meant business. There was damage, mayhem. Now it seems to be that if there is the risk of a flower pot falling off a balcony because people are stupid, the whole town must shut down.
So I asked a taxi driver today about this new trend of total pusillanimous every time there is something looking like’not entirely calm or hot’ weather. He said if they don’t call it T8 and someone goes swimming and dies, the relatives will blame the government.
What – so if you go swimming in really bad weather and die it’s not your own fault?
I made a $5 with that taxi driver that the much-heralded T8 will turn out to be another damp, or slightly wet, squib. Bring it on!
