A portrait of the artist through the eyes of his dog. Willy G Christmas, footloose wanderer in the summer months, poet and believer in the divinity of dogs in the winter, is dying of tuberculosis.Saturday, 26 June, 1999, 12:00am
A portrait of the artist through the eyes of his dog. Willy G Christmas, footloose wanderer in the summer months, poet and believer in the divinity of dogs in the winter, is dying of tuberculosis. He was formerly Willy Gurevitch, but took the new name in honour of his mentor, St Nick. Father Christmas came to him once in a drunken vision and instructed him to turn himself into a saint.26 Jun 1999 - 12:00am
IT is January 3. You have already read all the retrospectives of 1998 you can stomach. You have probably also read enough forecasts for 1999 to last you well into next week, by which time they will already be starting to show serious signs of inaccuracy.3 Jan 1999 - 12:00am
It would be a well-constructed speech, of that we were sure. Professionally drafted by the Central Policy Unit team, overseen by the Policy Address Steering Committee, polished and honed by the Chief Executive himself, it had to be an address of which the nation could be proud.8 Oct 1998 - 12:00am
Most Legislative Council questions elicit less information than they should. Officials are great stonewallers, and legislators, bless them, are not very good at winkling them out from behind the protective waffle.
Just occasionally though, you learn more than you ever wanted.17 Sep 1998 - 12:00am
Aircraft cabin crews will not be surprised. Neither, probably, will frequent fliers. But for those of us who only irregularly use air-transport and tend to put up with its discomforts as part of the usually rather high cost of getting in or out of Hong Kong, it came as a shock.25 Jul 1998 - 12:00am
Once upon a time there was a very large and populous country with a glorious past and future - and a present that just needed a little extra public relations work.
The President was working on it.11 Jul 1998 - 12:00am
It is a right hemisphere versus left hemisphere thing. The Hong Kong Government is no different to the rest of humanity in this. Practical matters, like accountancy, diesel tax and pumping sewage straight into the harbour are dealt with in one hemisphere of the brain. Creative and intuitive matters like language, the arts and quality of life in the other.27 Jun 1998 - 12:00am
The Week Ending household is a fish-free zone, (goldfish tank excepted). Fish has never been on the menu. Nor has seafood of any other sort. It has nothing to do with principle. We have no particular sympathy for our scaly friends. We are not, as a household, herbivorous - although young Master WE is, to date, a lifelong vegetarian. He has, at five, plenty of time to change his mind.18 Apr 1998 - 12:00am