So on Sunday I trotted along to the Freedom Ball party in Sha Tin Park, and am glad I managed to tear myself away from sleepy backwater Pui O for the gruelling six or seven changes of transport including an hour or something underground.
The park was full of big red balls, children, and adults telling children how to play with big red balls while being careful and not getting dirty.
According to the organiser, the inventive David Biddlecombe, this time no uniformed guards or police had turned up telling them to stop playing for their own safety and that of others; indeed the No Kite-flying, Lying On Benches or Throwing Sand-department said that they would think about making some changes as to what one can and cannot do in parks!
But that could of course also mean that they would introduce more rules of the No Laughing variety, so watch this space and the rule space of parks, sorry, Sitting Out Areas.
Talking of rules - as it happened this Sunday the very, very many rules-brigade were also out in force doing the “I submit to the desert warrior rules of a geezer who lived 1400 years ago” kowtow.
Talk about irony! There the poor girls were on their one day (or probably half day) off after having spent the whole week scrubbing floors for some wanker who’s proud to employ an Indonesian rather than Filipina servant because the former puts up with only $2000 a month in return for longer hours, kneeling with their heads to the ground while all around them bounced balls declaring “Say NO to
No Fun”!
Wonder how many of them wouldn’t rather be out there kicking a ball around, even if it was under parental guidance.
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