Something hit me on the head last week when I was walking along King's Road in Quarry Bay - and it was not a falling washing machine. Rather, it was a brilliant idea that could make me a very rich man.
I am going to write a book.
Those very same words knocked my mother off her feet 20 years ago - she was so proud. To her relief, I wanted to become a writer and not a triad gangster.
Of course, my ambition was never realised because writing books needs ideas, and there were not many of those floating around in my creativity department - until last week, that is.
And it's all thanks to my more 'conservative' colleagues. Over a dim sum lunch last week, I discovered some of my work-mates had little (if any) idea of, or confidence in, investing in the Hong Kong stock market. 'What if the stock market crashed tomorrow?' they said in chorus. This is like asking: what if Martians invade Earth tomorrow and kill us all? Talk about pessimism. So I explained to them that if they wanted to get rich they must have confidence in their judgments and, most of all, they must listen to my advice.
Voila! The idea of writing a guidebook on how to invest your money wisely in Hong Kong.