Hong Kong Psycho

Minibus pyscho's early works were a little new wave for my tastes...but when he flipped out majestically and kung fu kicked and punched a minibus driver...while that minibus driver was driving...I think he really came into his own commercially and artistically. The whole attack had a clear, crisp sound of consummate 'Hong Kong' that really gives the image of Hong Kong a big boost. He's been compared to Norman Bates...but I think Minibus Psycho has a far more bitter, oblivious sense of 'other people'.

Minibus Pyscho’s early tantrums were a little new wave for my tastes…but when he majestically flipped out and kung fu kicked and punched a minibus driver…while that minibus driver was driving…I think he really came into his own commercially and artistically. The whole attack had a clear, crisp sound of consummate ‘Hong Kong’ that really gives the image of Hong Kong a big boost. He’s been compared to Bus Uncle…but I think Minibus Psycho has a far more bitter, oblivious sense of ‘other people’.

Minibus drivers in Hong Kong don’t get the best of press…and rightly so because the overwhelming majority are boorish morons. But here’s one of the greatest videos of all time showing that even when minibus drivers do get something right and behave in a reasonable fashion there’s always some other boorish moron ready to step in and fulfill the Hong Kong creed of selfishness, obliviousness, ignorance, anger, spite, thoughtlessness and good old fashioned wild lashing out.


Early reports state that the driver refused to let the passenger off in a restricted zone…makes sense…but then all hell broke loose. The passenger…or Minibus Psycho as I like to call him…just flipped out…completely lost his shit. A fantastic display showcasing what Hong Kong is all about…your narcissistic right to do whatever you damn well like up to and including putting human lives at risk because you might have to walk 10 extra steps or because somebody you probably consider your subordinate (a term shamelessly used in the HK workplace, by the way…along with ‘minor staff’) didn’t obey your command. This is what happens in Hong Kong when adults don’t get their lollipop.

We've seen these kinds of tantrums before

We’ve seen these kinds of tantrums before

Minibus Pyscho in action. Heyyyyyy ya!!!

Minibus Pyscho in action right before he launches into a flurry of kicks, punches and the always amusing ‘straight arm finger point’. You don’t stop where I want? We ALL die!!

The scene of the crime

The scene of the crime

Anyway…awesome stuff! I’d like to think that when the van came to a stop Minibus Psycho was dragged off by his fellow passengers and beaten to an unrecognizable bloody pulp…each stinging blow reinforced by stern teachings….you BANG stupid SMASH stupid BANG fucking SMASH dumb SMASH fuck faced RIB KICK cunt SNAP who the SMASH fucking BANG hell TEETH SMASH do you CRUNCH think BANG you SMASH are? SMASHBANGCRUNCHSNAP…but that’s just me…

Keep on truckin’ everyone

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Hong Kong Hiking Horror

Hong Kong Hiking

Scenic Hong Kong hiking

How’s it going nature lovers?

Tired of trundling through the same old HK shopping malls? Had it up here with your neighbour’s favourite hobby: drilling? Want to maim meandering Aunty Ma as she obliviously stymies your best efforts to get around her on the footpath? Sick of the smog, scum, filth, noise, stink, skank, rank, crowd, loud, rude, crude food, grey, drab, choke of the city? Need some fresh air, the happy snap of twigs under your feet and the sun on your back?

The smog views are some of the best in the world

The smog views are some of the best in the world

Well in Hong Kong, you’re fuck out of luck because the hiking trails and country parks here are abominations.

You can’t really knock a person, I suppose, who likes to get outside and do something a bit active. But in Hong Kong…you can…and I will.

Treacherous cement paths

Treacherous cement paths

Chances are in HK, anyone you’re going to see out on one of the hiking trails, whether they be walking, running, flying a model plane or chasing butterflies…is an absolute hands down annoying prick.

Trekking poles are a must if you want to navigate such terrain

Trekking poles are a must if you want to safely navigate such terrain

Hong Kong hikers like to fan out shoulder to shoulder on trails perfectly oblivious to everything but their fear of insects, their sun paranoia and their own raucous conversations about food. Nature is something to be hated and defeated to these people. They blot out the sun because they don’t want people to think they’re ditch squatting farmers, they mock nature’s harmonious frequency with objectionable B-Grade Cantonese radio music blaring from their heavily laden specialty hiking utility belts…they litter like it’s a sport, they laugh at cattle, fear dirt, run away from flies and generally combat any semblance of peace and tranquility by clapping and squealing and yelling about the latest Cafe de Coral discount vouchers they got with their recent herculean toilet paper purchase.

You might as well be walking down Nathan Road

You might as well be walking down Nathan Road

Marine life on the trail

The ocean is teeming with life

Hong Kong people are so puzzled and intimidated by nature that an hours bush walk, often on fully paved paths, requires store bought, titanium trekking poles, deluxe backpacks, heavy duty hiking boots, skin tight lycra suits emblazoned with corporate slogans and logos, mosquito patches, thousands of tissues, heart rate beepers, loud radios, enough food & drink to sink a battleship, surgical face masks to fight dust and full scale walkie talkie communications systems. Basically, the idea is to dress like you’re about to tackle K2.



Double hillarity

…almost mauled by a cow…double hilarity

When it’s not too hot the paths are choked with scores of these nuts making their way like lemmings either to a seedy BBQ pit where they can give new meaning to the problem of disposable utensil waste or to some restaurant at the end of the trail where they will wail and cry and jump up and down and clap and squeal ecstatically when they are served a warm cup of water with a flower in it.

Nature's harmony

Very Hong Kong

Come for the fresh air...stay for the trash

Come for the fresh air…stay for the refuse

An ecstasy of trash!

An ecstasy of trash!

The perfect end to a Hong Kong hike...I'm not sure it gets any better than this!

The perfect end to a Hong Kong hike…I’m not sure it gets any better than this. Look at those giblets!

Seedy BBQ pit

Many delicious food

The head's the best part

The head’s the best part

Sometimes the best thing you can do in HK to get away from it all is just to stay at home with your fingers in your ears and pray that Mr Chan next door hasn’t bought a new set of drill bits he wants to try out for a few hours or so.

If you do bite the old bullet and decide to have a crack…here’s the HK Country Parks complaint hotline number:



Mr Chan inspects the latest in drills

Mr Chan inspects the latest in drills

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Hong Kong: The Fast the Slow and the Fucked in the Head

Go on talking about Hong Kong

Go on talking about Hong Kong

Evening Hong Kong lovers.

Thought we might take a look at just how fast Hong Kong is…because wow…the pace of life is just so fucking fast in Hong Kong I just can’t believe it. But that’s not all…as a bonus I’ve included…just how fucking slow Hong Kong is and as an extra bonus…just how fucked in the head Hong Kong is. Let’s take a squizz…


1. The super fast local who snags a seat on the MTR against all odds and at any cost. It’s quite something to watch the precision, the single-mindedness, the drive, the purpose and the determination locals muster when bagging that all important seat. Their slick nimbleness belies their pasty translucent pallor and drink of water posture.

Seat snaggin'

Seat snaggin’

2. The speed at which locals speak is so damn fast, with so few pauses for breath they’d give a group of Filipino maids a run for their money.

3. Feeling hungry? Hong Kong people are always hungry and enjoy nothing more than satisfying that hunger by gorging at break-neck speed. Chopsticks blur like pistons as they attack their feed and stab it into their greedy mouths until it’s all gone.

Chopstick pistons

Chopstick pistons start your engines

Go go go

Go go go

It's dinner time again...again.

It’s dinner time again…again.

4. Everyone’s a racing car driver in Hong Kong..and you crossing the road enrages them. They won’t allow it. If you try, they will accelerate from as far away as 100 meters just to head you off at the pass. They dive bomb corners like Chinese Kamikaze, roar down narrow crowded roads and gun their car in 10 meter bursts when it’s bumper to bumper.  They recklessly speed to make traffic lights even if it means just missing the green and having to sit moronically idle in the middle of a pedestrian crossing engulfed by people.

Street looked ideal for high speed...don't know how I went wrong

Street looked ideal for high speed…don’t know how I went wrong

There's a car in the middle somewhere...the dickhead driver thought he could make the light

There’s a car in the middle somewhere…the driver thought he could make the light…now he’s a public spectacle and hopefully having his car keyed

5. They are quick to judge. Westerners are shockingly loose and open minded hedonists out to get what they can, ‘black people’ are scary monsters, Indians stink and can’t be trusted…Filipinos are all psychopathic bus murderers. Hong Kongers are the masters of preconceived notions, gaping generalizations, stereotypes, cliche, group think, suspicion and no questions asked stigmatization. They are staggeringly ignorant and they’ll prove it to you in a second.

Not to be trusted

Not to be trusted

6. Hong Kong people are the fastest people I’ve ever seen (and the only people I’ve ever seen) to whip out their calculator to painstakingly and fastidiously split their Yum Cha bill after a gathering with friends to try many delicious food.

As soon as this bowl's done the calculators are coming out. Gonna split that bill right up fair and square.

Trying many delicious food


1. After whipping out their calculator, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bigger cluster fuck than watching 5 or 6 Hong Kongers struggle to work out who pays what. Bills are checked in triplicate by each individual all to the tune of some of the most horrendously disturbing Cantonese cackling you’ll ever want to hear. You’ll wish you never came and swear on your mother’s grave you won’t make the same mistake again.

2. Asshats at the ATM? Some of the most clueless individuals in HK can be found staring and tapping away at ATM machines completely oblivious to the concept of other people.

Dear god

Dear god

3. Footpath fools. For a fast paced city shit there’s a lot of clueless ambling clowns who excel in going slow, wandering all over the place, stopping abruptly, standing in groups in the middle of the sidewalk or walking zombie-like right at you.

4. Very slow to take a hint. Ever make the mistake of browsing a shop in Hong Kong only to have staff begin to shadow your every move and lurk distrustfully right behind you? Should you turn to give them an I’m ok thanks look, they just won’t get it. They’ll move again into your blind spot hovering like the annoying prick they’ve been trained to be.

5. Work in Hong Kong? If you have, then no doubt you’ve endured a workplace meeting where decisions are finalized and issues are covered only after as much hair pulling and tedium as can possibly be imagined has come to pass. I think it’s called circular decision making or something. Outcomes can only be reached after the discussion has gone around and around and around and around and around…again and again and again and again and again…

Can we just go over that again?

Can we just go over that again?

6. Slow to grow up…which could be a good thing I suppose…but…

...come ON!

…come on now…



Mr Wong takes a 'pre' shot...

Mr Wong takes a ‘pre’ shot…

...and the matching 'post'.

…and the matching ‘post’.

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There’s Something Fishy Around Here!

You could say the secret ingredient is the suffering :)

You could say the secret ingredient is the suffering :)

Evening FOOD lovers!

You know there’s a lot that spells DELICIOUS in Hong Kong…Ox tongue on a cold winter’s night can’t be beat…limp bread drenched in a whole can of condensed milk oozes class and sophistication…the bigger and more horrendous the pork knuckle the happier I get…everyone knows Hong Kong is a great place to eat FOOD.

But if there’s one thing that spells DELICIOUS more than anything else here its fish dying a painful and humiliating death in the bottom of a restaurant tank. There’s nothing more mouth-watering than seeing a once majestic Red Emperor cowering for its life in the corner of a bare glass death tank…eyes so cloudy, beaten and deformed it looks radioactive…skin so torn and mutilated it looks like it’s been hit by a truck.


I'll have that dead one

I’ll have that dead one

From time to time you see such fish trying to hide behind the tank filter, behind other frightened doomed fish or amongst schools of ever paddling but going nowhere prawns. Sometimes the cagiest ones even try to float upside down and play dead. Idiots! The ones praying for a swift end to life aren’t even guaranteed that. Chances are they’ll wind up sliced in half on display with their mouths sucking the wrong kind of oxygen and their hearts beating a slow and sorry death.

But none of that shit crosses my mind when I get near a death tank. It’s all I can do to stop myself from diving in holus-bolus so I can start ripping scales off with my bare teeth, sucking eyeballs out of their crushed sockets and tearing fins off left right and center. A fucking fish feeding frenzy.  What a delicious spectacle that would be.

But I control myself and point out my victim so the guy who’s well practiced at shooting fish in a barrel can chase my meaty brain food all around the tank while the kids delight in watching every fish go collectively absolutely and utterly bat shit crazy, churning the water, smashing their skulls on every possible glass panel many times over…scales everywhere…bloodcurdling clouds of urine and afterbirth.

It comes to me cooked well and riddled with cysts and sores. Just how I like it.

Just how everyone in Hong Kong likes it.

Rusty the now dead rock cod

Rusty the now dead rock cod

Get in my belly

Bucket of chum

It’s all I can do to stop myself from diving in holus-bolus so I can start ripping scales off with my bare teeth

It’s all I can do to stop myself from diving in holus-bolus so I can start ripping scales off with my bare teeth

I see food and I eat it

Stacked in like…sardines…ha ha ha…I see food and I eat it…ROFL

There's a party in my mouth and you're all gonna die

There’s a party in my mouth and you’re all gonna die

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Human Mules

Why carry your own bag to school when you can stride out confidently and unfettered in front of your very own human mule?

A solid grounding in arrogance, superiority and self importance. Just the ticket for the youth of HK.

A solid grounding in arrogance, superiority and self importance. Cornerstones for a great start to life in HK.

I bark orders at my slave without even turning around or breaking my stride. Just like mummy does.

I bark orders at my human mule without even turning around or breaking stride. Just like mummy does.

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The 'cum' in official HK Government wording

The ‘cum’ in official HK Government wording…

...taking your suitcase for a spin through department stores...

…taking your suitcase for a spin through department stores…

...lining up for 4 hours to get free cotton candy...

…lining up for 4 hours to get free cotton candy…

...lining up at the bank with brow furrowing button pushers...

…lining up at the bank with brow furrowing button pushers…

...and Gladys the Groovy Mule.

…and Gladys the Groovy Mule.

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The Real Hong Kong??




Hong Kong…it’s one big happy hippie commune.

Peace Hong Kong brothers. I love you all.

Peace and love my Hong Kong brothers. Peace and love.

Peace & Love, Tolerance & Understanding

Peace & Love, Tolerance & Understanding

Football hooliganism in Hong Kong? Filipino fans claim racial abuse

Football match at Mong Kok Stadium turns not-so-friendly
Wednesday, 05 June, 2013, 4:43pm
Noel Prentice

Hong Kong football fans were accused of racial abuse, including yelling “you’re all just slaves”, as an international friendly turned not-so-friendly at Mong Kok Stadium on Tuesday night.

Social media sites were alive on Wednesday morning with Philippines fans accusing a section of the Hong Kong supporters of “calling us a slave nation”, throwing bottles at mostly women and children and booing the Philippine national anthem.

One Filipino called it a “traumatic experience”, while another said she was reduced to tears.

One expatriate fan said he was disgusted by the Hong Kong supporters, who were further incensed as Hong Kong went on to lose the game 1-0.

“At the end of the game there were ugly scenes when the Philippines side tried to celebrate with their fans and were subjected to such abuse – verbal, gestures and physical – as they were pelted with bottles and other objects,” the Englishman told the South China Morning Post on Wednesday morning.

“Then I was even more disgusted to hear some local guys shouting to the group of Philippine men, women and children, who were happily celebrating, that they were ‘all just slaves’…and making obscene gestures to them.”

He said they also booed loudly throughout the playing of the national anthem and it was not reciprocated by the many Filipinos during the Chinese anthem, as they stood with reasonable respect.

The expat said he would normally cheer his “home” team Hong Kong, but after “the pathetic and boorish behaviour of the locals during the anthem, and then jeering every time the Filipinos started to cheer their team, I very quickly switched to supporting the underdogs”.

Another fan said security staff tried their best to bring order.

One fan suggested there was still a lot of ill-feeling between Hong Kong and the Philippines after eight Hongkongers died in the Manila hostage crisis in 2010 when sacked policeman Rolando Mendoza hijacked a tour bus and opened fire.

The incident also comes amid debate about racism in Hong Kong after a map created by The Washington Post based on data from the World Values Survey last month revealed that 26.8 per cent of Hongkongers did not want a neighbour of a different race.

Misinterpreted data in an earlier version of the map put the figure at 71.8 per cent, which suggested that Hong Kong was one of the least racially tolerant cities in the world.

While the revised results were less startling, they were still high by comparison with much of the world, alongside Malaysia, the Philippines and France.

Hong Kong soccer fans show their appreciation by hurling missiles and insults at their guests.

Hong Kong soccer fans show their appreciation by hurling missiles and insults at their guests. “You’re all just slaves!” they warmly cheered.

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Taking the Piss out of Starbucks

…might be a good idea to take the fecal matter out too…


You know, I don’t know what it is about Hong Kong, but the locals don’t really seem to mind hanging out in toilets. They’ll happily take their lunch box in there and rinse it out from the same tap where Mr Fong and 10 other dim sum defecating demons just washed their shit smeared digits. They’ll stand for minutes at a time splashing dubious amounts of potentially deadly water all over their face to freshen up. They’ll stand side by side with Mr Fang, washing their lunch box, while Fang splashes the contaminated water from his hands all over the walls, floor, mirror, sink, tap, soap dispenser and hard to locate paper towel holder. I have no idea what goes on in the ladies…but Hong Kong males seem to favour the public toilet as a place to spend 30 to 40 minutes preening themselves, primping themselves…just hanging out…nostrils full of shit.

The scene of thousands of crimes

The scene of thousands of crimes

There’s always someone shitting in Hong Kong…and the small, skanky Starbucks shitter in the Bank of China Tower is no exception. While it is alarming that Starbucks source their coffee water from this fecal harbouring filth hole…it’s not surprising. If Starbucks does it, you can bet there’s few other food and drink establishments in Hong Kong that don’t. Can you imagine what they do at Fairwood, Cafe De Coral or the Spaghetti House? The word ‘horrific’ comes to mind. I don’t even want to think about what goes on at your average yum cha restaurant.

The process: Step 1...make sure the coast is clear...Step 2: fill her up...Step 3: get back to base...Step 4: make delicious coffee

The process: Step 1…make sure the coast is clear…Step 2: fill her up…Step 3: get back to base…Step 4: make delicious coffee

You always get the feeling at Hong Kong food and drink businesses that the line between health and savage stomach crippling diarrhea induced death is paper thin. Hong Kong’s only about half a step ahead when it comes to sanitation and hygiene. Behind every shop front, around every corner…there’s a whole world of urine, shit and disease waiting for its chance to fuck…you…up.



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