The highs and lows of fidelity

“You must be worried,” said C. Must I? I’m not entirely sure what she means but as she’s just been detailing her annoyance about the single Hong Kong girl’s aggressive pick up technique I’m presuming she means I must be “worried” about my husband. But why exactly, about him having a one night stand, an … Continue reading

The Big Four-Oh!

Perhaps moving to Hong Kong at 40 wasn’t such a great idea. I have come to a land where women have zero body fat just when my body is beginning to betray me. When you’re faced with tiny child women wearing short shorts, vest tops and towering heels as day wear (and looking good, goddammit … Continue reading

Hell on heels

“You’re going to have to wear much higher heels in Hong Kong,” my husband told me when he returned from a recce ahead of our move. “The women there wear VERY high heels.” He was right. Five inches seem to be the norm when I scan both the lunch time and after work crowds. With … Continue reading

Hong Kong Housewife

The official’s hand hovers over my application form with a Tipex brush. An innocuous enough item in itself but to me it looks like a threatening weapon. In the “occupation” box on my Dependent’s Pass application I’ve automatically written “journalist”. “What company do you work for?” he asks at his desk in Immigration Tower, Wan … Continue reading