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