Welcome to this website, my witness testimony, both professional and personal, and sometimes love letter to Hong Kong. And I do love this town, even if at times it feels like Stockholm Syndrome. Hong Kong is New York with extra noodles. It is Bladerunner to Singapore's Minority Report. It is a guilt ridden body bag dumped by the British Empire and a filthy kiss to capitalism. Don't let anyone try to tell you otherwise.
What I do for a living in this town informs who I am, which in turn informs this blog. So who am I? I am the lowest of lifeforms in the financial services food chain. I am the parasite that sucks on the vampire squid. I am a white collar slave trader - a lowly financial services headhunter. There is surely no more natural a descendant of those opium dealing, pirateering colonialists of old than my fellow people brokers.
Much maligned as we are, we spend a lot of our time observing, loitering, finding spots to meet and places to eat. When we meet you we judge you and catalogue you based on what you wear, where you lunch, and how you talk. Call it professional snobbery if you will. This site is my own reflections on what where to go, where to avoid, and (often more important in what I do) how to be invisible. Most of all it is my therapy 'safe space' for saying what I think. I hope some of it amuses you, whilst informing along the way on how to survive in this fair town.
Be careful. It's a jungle out there.
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