Now … it’s enough. Now I’ve seen, heard and tried it all. All, I say.
Walking Piles through Pui O yesterday afternoon, I came across an exuberantly painted object:
Wowser! What was with the orange, I asked my local dustbin collector who happened to be loitering nearby. Only the day before the same dustbin had namely been of a more sedate purplish blue colour, you see.
“Oh yes, we’re exchanging all the dustbins. Don’t you think it’s more beautiful? It’s to welcome the Olympics.”
Yes I can see that The Olympics, when that deity swings around the South Lantau road, would feel unwelcomed; snubbed and insulted, it is fair to assume, if the dustbins should be of a non-orange persuasion.
Just to be on the safe side, though, I think someone should write and tell him in what splendid way he’s being welcomed to Hong Kong, home of world-class bureaucratic standards. He might miss it – completely-otherwise.
Olympics – new dustbins … there’s a metaphor there somewhere.