Want a hot tip? Buy property now: This advice comes straight from the mouth of well-known rich guy Donald Trump. Admittedly, it was a throwaway comment. Made in the middle of a tennis match. To get rid of a persistent stranger. But aside from that, it's pretty much gold in the bank. Managing director Brian Catton, of Hong Kong sports marketing firm Ken Catton Enterprises, met the multi-millionaire at the US Open tennis tournament. A bigwig in the world of sporting events, Mr Catton had been invited to join the tycoon's entourage in the Trump box. Also in attendance were ex-wife Ivana, the ex-couple's daughter, and Mr Trump's blonde-of-the-moment. Two viewing screens had been erected in the suite: one showing football, the other tennis. The tycoon's attention swivelled back and forth between the two. 'Do you think it's a good idea to invest in the property market in Hong Kong?' Mr Catton piped up as Mr Trump's eyes hit the half-way point. 'I'm not interested,' the rich man responded. 'Too far away.' Mr Catton rushed to correct the tycoon's misapprehension. Oh, no. He wasn't trying to sell Mr Trump anything. He just wanted the benefit of the great man's financial genius. Mr Catton had been impressed by the accuracy of Mr Trump's New York market predictions. He would really like very much to hear what he thought of Hong Kong property. Mr Trump gazed at the tennis court, where players rallied and aced. He stared at the football field, where Americans grunted and rammed. Mr Catton waited. And waited some more. 'Yes I think it's a good time,' Mr Trump said, before returning to football, tennis and blondes. So there you have it. Exclusive analysis from the very pinnacle of financial success. Now get out there and trump the market. There have been strange goings on at the Marriott Hotel. Seems a treadmill fetishist checked in recently, and promptly began exploring the outer limits of hotel hospitality. The nocturnal athlete waited until the health club was closed, then sneaked inside for a late-night sprint. But security cameras captured him at the height of his exertions. And astonished employees were watching him on closed-circuit television. Running up a storm. Stark naked. Spurred on from behind by something resembling an electric toothbrush. Security swooped in and politely suggested their guest pursue his hobbies in his room. Needless to say, he became a running joke among hotel staff. Looks like nicotine withdrawal is taking its toll on Wheelock tai pan John Hung. The director became edgy when members of the press began asking him questions at the close of Lane Crawford's annual general meeting. Seems the fourth estate was standing between the director and his next cigarette. 'Please stop taking pictures of me for five minutes,' he said. He wished to light up, but didn't want any photographic evidence of his habit. 'It will damage my healthy image as the chairman of Hong Kong Sports Development Board,' he explained, reaching for a cigarette. Shutters ceased clicking as the carcinogens journeyed lung-ward. But his relief was to be short-lived. A minute later, one of his staff put it out for him, and informed the tai pan that a Wharf Cable TV crew was poised to descend. 'I have to go to a meeting,' Mr Hung said, visibly annoyed by the tardy hacks. 'And Cable TV always asks me difficult questions.' Makes us wonder what kind of questions the other reporters were asking. Wharf Cable is Lane Crawford's sister company, and both of them are part of the Wheelock empire.