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Ralphie

The December edition of Liars’ League HK had not 2, but 3 concepts for its theme: Sex & Drugs & Rock ‘n’ Roll. I came up with the dark story of a boy, ready to sell his soul to become Hong Kong’s next music idol. Watch Daniel Levia give him life:  …

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Bubbles

[This is a story I had written for Liars’ League HK’s “Inner Space & Outer Space” evening, back in December 2016. It wasn’t selected, but it still makes me smile when I read it. And feel ashamed, too. I thought I’d share, so you can tell me what you think.]…

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Crumbs

Liars’ League HK posted another video of a piece I wrote for them. The theme this time was “Presence & Absence” (or “Presents & Absence,” in an early post), which I found rather difficult. In the end, I used some of my memories to tell something about loss and longing —…

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Favourite albums of 2016

I’ve always been skeptical about suggesting albums — in my experience, people’s tastes in music differ far more widely than for books or movies.  While you can guess that a friend who likes thrillers will probably enjoy House of Cards, the fact that she likes Kraftwerk doesn’t mean that she will enjoy…

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Wrecks from the past, cameras from the future

It was during our last dive in Coron, in the Philippines.  For three days, we had been descending on Japanese shipwrecks from WW2 — the Sangat gunboat, the Morazan Maru, the Akitsushima and its crane for lifting seaplanes out of the water, the 170m-long Okikawa Maru oil tanker — all sunk on the…

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Speed Dating

Liars’ League HK just posted the recording of a short comedy sketch I wrote this summer. The theme was “Hello & Goodbye,” which inspired me to look for a situation where characters say these words repeatedly. Speed dating events imposed themselves – -and their intrinsic absurdity dictated the genre. The piece…

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Visiting flats

The agent: “This one is facing South-West.” [Opens the door.] Me: “But… There are no windows?” Agent: “Yes, there are! (Opens the bathroom door.) Look!” Me: “This is not a window, this is… (Looks in his French-to-English dictionary) …ah, you don’t have a word for that. A slit? A basement…

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Chess players

In the three years I’ve lived in this neighbourhood of Hong Kong, I have often noticed them: two greying men, fifty or sixty-something, playing Chinese chess on a foldable table and chairs, right at the entrance of a back alley close to my home. They would be there every evening…

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