Ordinary Gweilo

I suppose that publishing this stuff makes me feel a certain obligation to read a reasonable selection of what my peers are writing.

On a good day it gives me inspiration, but on a bad day I sometimes wonder what this is all about.  It’s easy to conclude that we (Hong Kong bloggers) are a miserable bunch of foreigners always finding fault with this city and the people who live in it.  Does anyone really want to spend their time reading about how Hong Kong people annoy foreigners by standing on moving walkways or escalators or simultaneously pushing both ‘up’ and ‘down’ buttons to call the lift, or any of the other minor indiscretions that so upset various bloggers? 

If this stuff was acutely observed or very amusing that would be another thing, but apart from Hemlock (who keeps it brief and writes entertainingly) most of it reminds me of being acosted by a misanthropic bore who thinks you might want to listen to his view of the world (or more likely is just grateful to find someone who will listen).

Talking of pub bores, I think I may be starting to sound like George Adams.  Time to stop.