The Foreign Correspondents' Club is fast becoming the baddest, meanest saloon in the East. We are talking bad blood. That is how the atmosphere was recently described by a board member after the latest 'incident' to slur the good name of the drinking establishment. A member is believed to have had a bit of a rant at a staff member. Onlookers were not impressed. Member decides to resign. Then he doesn't. Then it's too late because his resignation has been accepted. So he re-applies. And is to be let back in. The club is now divided into two camps: pro-let-him-back and anti-let-him-back. And then there was the rumble. The two camps clashed one evening. Voices were raised. Accusations were hurled. A bit of pushing and shoving ensued. Dearie me. It was only recently, of course, that members received a stern letter from the president warning them that antisocial behaviour would not be tolerated at the club any more. But we are assured that things aren't quite at Wild West proportions. In fact, one member described the atmosphere as 'a bit poofy these days'. Not like the good old head-butting days. SPIES IN THE HOUSE OF LEE There seems to be a bit of a medical emergency going on at Cyberport's Residence Bel-Air. PCCW Infrastructure chairman Robert Lee Chi-hong has become surgically attached to two models. Of the leggy kind. It is almost as if he was living out some kind of James Bond fantasy. Someone should really call psychiatric services. Mr Lee was in his Bond-esque element aboard a boat taking the media over to the Cyberport complex yesterday. The aim was to show how seamless transportation links will be to the new residential development. Two models were by Mr Lee's side throughout the journey. The relevance? Yet more photo opportunities, we presume. Unless they were two spies attempting to penetrate the PCCW complex and plant bombs for baddies in North Korea, double-crossing the intrepid Mr Lee who would then embark on a jetski chase before parachuting off the Peak. From Cyberport with Love. Be still my lunch. WHO'S BEEN A BAHT BOY? A recent Cathay Pacific Airways traveller with a penchant for leaving belongings behind on the plane was recently assured she was in good company. Not too long ago, a Thai minister inadvertently left something behind on one of their jets that had just landed in Hong Kong. His wallet. Understandable - but his reaction on hearing the news that a cleaner had discovered his belongings was not. He seemed very sheepish. Then again the contents were US$15,000 worth of Thai currency. Way more than he is permitted to take out of his country. POLICY GONE TO THE DOGS What a shock to see the privacy commissioner siding with banks, the Hong Kong Monetary Authority and the government over the sharing of positive credit data. It probably won't help the bankruptcy rate much. And there is no guarantee that good customers will get better terms. But the logic merchants have been emphatic in their justification for sharing positive data. Beyond the obvious 'help banks make more profits' of course. In the commissioner's rationale, he lists broader community interests. You see, privacy is expendable where these interests encompass the prevention of crime or dishonest behaviour. It could be argued that the only daylight robbery is the interest rates on credit cards. Still, the sharing of data seems to have worked a treat in the United States. Creditors have indeed been very prudent with their lending decisions. Take Spike. He lives in Ohio and gets credit-card offers all the time. Some are even pre-approved. It is amazing, considering that Spike is over 100 years old. In dog years. News reporters in the US tracked down Spike, and the credit-card paraphernalia, according to the Hong Kong Lawyer magazine. One finance company even asked for his signature. Spike's owner obliged and sent his paw print.