Mind The Gap

The Gap is opening in Hong Kong, and to attract customers they've plastered adverts all over some of the structural support pillars in the Central MTR station. I imagine that as soon as it opens, the shop will be packed with glamourous, fashion focussed denizens of Hong Kong, desperate for ... a pair of relaxed fit blue jeans?

Suitable bra nomenclature

There's a bra shop on Lyndhurst Terrace called Bubies. When I first saw the sign I didn't read it properly, and thought it was pronounced Bubb-ease, not Boobies. But if that wasn't genius enough, the window display is a 8 by 3 array of bras, all with their own name.

Shanghai Tang

A few months ago I won $1,000 to spend at Shanghai Tang, and although this was splendid, I've been too busy to spend it until today, when, fortified by a pleasant bowl of soup and a panino rendered revolting by the inclusion of blue cheese, we went down to Shanghai Tang's flagship store on Pedder Street.

I was at first overawed, then disappointed. There's quite a lot of quite nice stuff in Shanghai Tang, but rather too much of it is emblazoned with an enormous red star, and almost all of it costs more than $1,000. If I were going to spend $17,000 on a leather armchair, I'd want it to be brown all over, and not with a gopping great red star printed on it.

Names for things

Back to the gym today, where I walked up steps for 20 minutes, which apparently took me to 50% of the height of the Eiffel Tower. I'm not sure that machine can be calibrated correctly; either the Eiffel Tower is much taller than I think it is, or I'm a lot slower than I should be, or the 94 year old Taiwanese man I'm mildly obsessed by can climb stairs unexpectedly fast.