Forget about the new year storms in China and the lives and billions of yuan lost. Forget about the not very handsome Edison Chen and the way he lures women who have promised to stay chaste before marriage into his bed by means of a gigantic teddy bear (or similar toy. but gigantic.)
No, I have more pressing concerns, namely the terrible choice I have to make every morning: Should I or shouldn’t I wear tights under my trousers?
Tights - in Hong Kong! What a defeat. I thought tights under trousers belonged firmly in the freezing hellhole of Norway category, but now I find myself wearing the same kind of clothes in Hong Kong in 9 degrees as I did in Norway in minus nine degrees.
Can any mathematician, physician or other pedant please explain? And no, it’s not the humidity. My hometown, Trondhjem (home of the moustache) is as damp as a beggar’s dishcloth (as “they” say.)
Tights! The scourge of, well, most things.
Not only do they make you look hideously fat the way they bulge out here and there, as well as make the trousers cling to them in an unbecoming fashion, but because they are made of tiny little metal (or something) threads, they create static electricity.
Thus not only does my hair stand up after any decent length walk, but every time I touch something vaguely connected with metal or electricity (like an escalator railing) I get a not insubstantial electric shock.
Damn you, the law of physics! (Or is it chemistry? Whatever it is - I hate the sciences!!!)
oh I am so with you. And for some weird reason tights really make my legs itch terribly after a few hours. it must be the syntheticness about them.
but there is no heating anywhere, so at work i have to sit on my hands to stop them from freezing!
Damn you, bad HK buildings without insulation! And the law (s) of physics! And everything! And tomorrow it’s going to be freezing again.
Oh well, at least I can wear my long, black, f*ck off, Dracula coat. That’s something. It’s difficult to sweep dramatically into a room wearing shorts and T-shirt.