Phew, don't know about you but it has been one hell of a week for me. Life has been so hectic that one morning I walked from my flat to the MTR station, which takes about 10 minutes, without noticing a vital piece of my clothing was not fastened correctly. Then, as I was descending into the crowded station, a young boy pointed at the lower half of my body and politely said: 'Mister, your flies are undone.' Who said our children are not well brought up? Fortunately, that was not the same morning I ran into a host of international politicians from left, right and centre - literally - in Admiralty. They were, of course, here on a flying visit to attend the handover ceremony. You see, while some of you were holidaying, playing mahjong, singing karaoke, watching the fireworks on a yacht (and getting seasick), I was out of control like a bus on the road to Stanley, trying to cover the event in heavy rain. My assignment was to follow a former legislative councillor around for a day. He is a lawyer, heads a political party and does not get driven around by a chauffeur even on such a busy day. No prizes for the correct guess. But, frankly, I have never had so much fun. After all, it is not every day you run into people such as New Zealand Treasurer Winston Peters, United States Secretary of State Madeleine Albright, and Britain's Foreign Secretary Robin Cook and Prime Minister Tony Blair. And we are talking here about standing at arm's length. Though it is not unusual to meet 'celebrities' in my line of work (I am not going to name-drop just now) - and I have learned over the years to restrain myself from acting like a deranged tourist going: 'Oh my God! Oh my God!' when I do meet them - I am still awestruck in their presence. Of course I would have loved to meet our leaders, too, but none of them did a walkabout around town - did they? - which is slightly ironic, really. This week, I finally realised why world leaders do not go on overseas visits more often, apart from the fact they have to run their countries for most of the year. Travelling abroad for them is such a hassle. Imagine if everywhere you went the security was so tight you had to wonder whether even polluted air could get past the guards. Well, I can assure you journalists certainly don't have this worry. Take Ms Albright, for instance. A small group of reporters were permitted to take photographs of her (whoopee!) but not to ask questions. So I thought: 'What am I doing here?' But it was too late. I had already been thoroughly searched and then I was in the same room with the secretary of state herself. But where had I put my camera? It didn't matter: again I was too late and we were all shooed off. One minute we were humans and another we were treated like animals. How undignified. Still, I suppose it was an incredible experience all the same. Alas, now that the fun is over, it is time for a reality check: how attuned are you to post-handover political correctness, readers? Sorry, I meant to say comrades. While I can proudly call myself a Chinese now, I have yet to get accustomed to referring to Hong Kong as China or the SAR. This is probably how I am going to introduce myself abroad in the future: 'Hi, my name is Kevin and I am from the SAR [pronounced S A R]. Live long and prosper.' Of course, I shall try not to sound as if I am from outer space. Then there are items that still bear the R-word that rhymes with 'loyal'. They will have to go - together with my umbrella, which bears the picture of the last governor, and the red pillar box on our street. Also, strictly speaking, in Cantonese anyway we can no longer call mainlanders, well, mainlanders, because the SAR also includes part of the mainland. But there must be some differences between the SAR and the mainland since Hong Kong is governed under the 'one country, two systems' principle. However, what will fall into the category of 'one country' and what into that of 'two systems'? Oh dear, time to read the Basic Law again.