A few weeks back I popped up to Hong Kong to have a look at the carry‑on. Walking a gauntlet of 18,000 (according to the media) screaming and bellowing mainly young folk on arrival was off‑putting. Worse still was the illiteracy of the leaflets seemingly all 18,000 tried to thrust on me. I accepted only those from the prettiest girls, a mistake as I was then virtually imprisoned by television interviewers ridiculously demanding to know if the world was aware of what was going on.
The following day I ventured into the heat to watch that day’s march but gave it away after an hour when it descended into an 8 hour staring contest with the police. The result, – a draw.