Stags don cuffs and kilts for blowout
THE mother of all blowouts is scheduled for this evening in our refined parish, and as a service to readers Keeping Posted is duty-bound to publish details so that those of a gentle disposition know which parts of town to avoid.
In the interests of their careers the names of the people involved - or, indeed, of the person for whom this is a farewell do as he departs for pastures new elsewhere in the region - are best not divulged.
But suffice it to say that it is very much a stag night with most of the participants coming from the Hong Kong Rugby Club and nearly all carrying thick Scottish accents.
Dressed in dinner jackets and kilts, they will undertake their bacchanalian evening in reverse.
Thus the roistering will commence, according to the invitation, for beers (only?) at ''Neptune International Entertainment and Dancing Hall'' - which is the first time we have heard this Wan Chai establishment referred to in such quaint terms.
Then follows Long Island iced tea at Joe Bananas before the whole gang moves on to a ''well-known restaurant in Admiralty'' for dinner.
The meal, naturally, will commence with port, cigars and speeches before proceeding in reverse - cheese and biscuits, dessert, red wine, steak, soup, etc.
From there they will proceed to the Mandarin's elegant Captain's Bar (where, apparently, all such hell-raising nights begin) for G & Ts, crisps and peanuts.
All this activity will take place with the guys all handcuffed to each other to ensure everyone stays the course and, says an organiser, ''sticks together at all times''.
But, with all that drink down them, at some stage one of guys is going to spoil the fun by demanding to go to the toilet.
That's when we'll know whether the bash was flushed with success.
Meanwhile, all we can advise is stay away from the above-mentioned places and, please - lock up your daughters!