Relaxing, however you can

Last night I saw Alice in Wonderland, Tim Burton's 3D epic, on its opening night in Hong Kong. It's a sign of how far 3D movies have come that the whole film didn't consist of things moving towards the screen and away again ALL THE BLOODY TIME.


See, I'm still bitter about Beowulf. The pain of watching a demon with high-heeled feet may never subside.

Cheap Maids

One of the great things about Hong Kong if you're lazy is that nobody will make you feel guilty.

Cheap Taxis

I got in a taxi tonight (after trying out my new Swiss jokes in front of a confused crowd) and was complimented on my pronounciation of the street where I live. Pretty good work given I've been there for almost two years.

Living in a expat paradise

The last time I was living in the UK was almost two years ago; if you don't count flying back for a week in May 2008 to pack a suitcase, almost run over a motorcyclist and then fly to Seattle, or a week at Christmas for the same year.

Going to the tailor

As a rite of passage, all men visiting Hong Kong have to get a suit made. It doesn't matter if you never wear a suit back home. Or if you have a dozen suits already. From the humblest bricklayer, to the richest scion of banking, all must buy a suit.