The Kowloon Cricket Club, which for years has banned women from being full members, has been wrestling with the tricky problem of reforming sexist policies for some months. Being politically correct New Men, members floated a motion in December last year to change the constitution so that women could be accepted as full members, with rights equal to men. Then someone had the bright idea of checking out which actual rule in the Articles of the Club prevented women from being members. Oops. No one was able to find one. Further, they found a rule which said 'the masculine gender . . . includes the feminine gender'. So why had women been banned all these years? General committee members pored through club rules to get to the bottom of the mystery. They discovered that women were assumed to have been banned from power right from the beginning - but there was no specific rule banning them, because the original board simply took it for granted that only men could be full members. Possibly, the men who wrote the original rules used the following logic: 'I say, Carruthers, should we put in a line specifically saying that women cannot be members?' 'Don't be ridiculous. Go down that road and we'd have to put in lines saying that fish, dogs, and bally germs can't be members.' 'Oh, all right.' John Sanders tells me he was watching King of Kings, a biblical epic, on ATV World on Thursday last week, when they got to the scene about the three wise men. His fiance Tsang Choi-lin started laughing at a part where laughter was not intended. She explained that the name of one of the men, Kaspar, was transliterated in the Chinese subtitles as Ka-si-buk - the characters for Carlsberg. A Hong Kong stockbroker sent me the name-card of a printing worker called Do Do To, who works in Willie Building, Central. Memorable name, memorable building. What would happen if Do Do To married actress Dodo Cheng? 'Do you, Do Do, take Dodo, to be your wife?' 'I, Do Do, do do.' Then again, imagine if he had a stutter . . . Overheard in the Foreign Correspondents' Club of Hong Kong on Thursday: 'The Hindus in India should offer those four million British cows political asylum.' In the Times Book Centre, there's a book on face reading by Evelyn Lip, I hear from Joel Delacy of Sha Tin. Over the Easter break, the residents of Conduit Tower in Conduit Road were surprised when the fire alarm went off. No drill was expected, so residents decided it might be the real thing, and evacuated the building. They gathered outside in a group, looking for smoke, and heard the signs of sirens approaching. A dramatic moment. But before the fire trucks arrived, a pizza delivery man appeared. He fought his way through fleeing residents and took the lift to the upper floors. Okay, so there was a risk that he would be horribly burned to death, but no way was he going to let that Deep Pan Super Supreme get cold, no sir. One has to get one's priorities right. So, the Independent Commission Against Corruption is targeting toddlers, in a bid to get its message over early. I suggest a series of kiddie books, with titles such as: Why Winnie-the-Pooh Has No Trousers; The Real Reason Eeyore Was Depressed; and What Kanga Had in Her Pocket. Sef Lam of Via Vai Travel was at a travel agency seminar in Hong Kong, when an agent asked whether it was morally okay to accept $5,000 in cash from a travel insurance company. The official advice given: if your company does not mind, pocket the money. Otherwise, report the giver to the ICAC. Some Hong Kong business people don't understand the first thing about ethics. Received a report from Xinhua (the New China News Agency) with the headline: 'Chinese scientist believes the year 2000 begins 21st century'. Text: 'A Chinese scientist has been attempting to solve the puzzle of when the 21st century will dawn. 'January 1st, 2000 seems the obvious starting point, but some people believe the new century should wait in the wings of time for an extra year, until January 1st, 2001. 'Confronting the confusion about the starting point of the new century, scientist Li Jing holds the view that the new century should begin on January 1, 2000.' Isn't science wonderful? Readers pointed out that a food review in this newspaper on Saturday referred to 'diners hovering like two-legged gannets'. Is there any other kind? Yes, it's the perfect magazine for a community where everyone lives in little boxes. I am referring to Hutch Life, Hutchison Telecom's new magazine for users of its pagers and telecommunications equipment. This is the group that called its now-disbanded cable television unit HutchVision. They go in for odd names, this lot. Congratulations to the group on the success of the Orange telecommunications system in Britain, but it's a good thing its previous attempt, called Rabbit, failed. We would have had a corporate unit called RabbitHutch.