Whatever it is that one should call the opposite of the Midas Touch (the George W Bush Touch? the Gordon Brown Touch? the Donald Tsang Touch?), John Terence Hung , the former managing director of Wheelock, has it in spades.
Whether it was presiding over the swamp of overpaid employees and overpriced consultants that constituted the ultimate in useless quangos, the now defunct Sports Development Board, or entering in local Class 5 events horses that would prefer to be giving rides on the sands at Weston-super-Mare, Hung will now have plenty of time in one of Hong Kong's correctional institutes to reflect on how it all went wrong.
How he will be hoping that the screws will be out on strike when he takes the short journey in the Black Maria to Stanley Prison. Knowing Hung's luck, though, the Don will have patched up his differences with the Correctional Services Staff Association, awarding them everything they want under their grade-structure pay review, plus performance-related bonuses for bringing second-tier septuagenarian storekeepers back to earth from the planet Zog.
Hung was yesterdaysentenced to two years in clink for soliciting and accepting HK$450,000 in bribes in his botched attempt to aid and abet that most familiar of Hong Kong crimes, helping pushy nouveau riche to queue jump. Some may cavil at the price, but what's 60,000 US to someone whose self-image is dependent on the transition from racing member of the Hong Kong Jockey Club to full member.
The race for Quote of the Day was a cracker, with a photograph required to separate the first two past the post. Deputy District Court Judge Anthony Kwok Kai On staked his claim early, expressing his disgust at Hung for "opening a back door" for diminutive Mainlanders wearing Gucci suits two sizes too big for them and driving a black Mercedes S-Class with Guangzhou license plates who were desperate for easy entry.
Under its Churchill-quoting chief executive,Winfried Engelbrecht-Bresges , the Jockey Club has become the repository of the astonishing quote, and the boys and girls in the PR Department were not going to let punters down on this occasion. Barely choking back the tears of laughter, a spokesperson managed to keep a straight face just long enough to spit out the eleven-word mantra they'd been memorising for the last few months: "Integrity and honesty form the foundation of the club's core values".
Five days after Hong Kong's best sprinter, Sacred Kingdom, was thrashed at Royal Ascot, it was the least the Club could do to give the poor bugger in the propaganda department the rest of the week off for their only truly world-class performance of the week.
As the Jockey Club's American director of racing with the penchant for Spoonerisms,Bill Nader , might have said: "This was indeed a dark day for race horsing and horse race owners everywhere".
Whether it was presiding over the swamp of overpaid employees and overpriced consultants that constituted the ultimate in useless quangos, the now defunct Sports Development Board, or entering in local Class 5 events horses that would prefer to be giving rides on the sands at Weston-super-Mare, Hung will now have plenty of time in one of Hong Kong's correctional institutes to reflect on how it all went wrong.
How he will be hoping that the screws will be out on strike when he takes the short journey in the Black Maria to Stanley Prison. Knowing Hung's luck, though, the Don will have patched up his differences with the Correctional Services Staff Association, awarding them everything they want under their grade-structure pay review, plus performance-related bonuses for bringing second-tier septuagenarian storekeepers back to earth from the planet Zog.
Hung was yesterday
The race for Quote of the Day was a cracker, with a photograph required to separate the first two past the post. Deputy District Court Judge Anthony Kwok Kai On staked his claim early, expressing his disgust at Hung for "opening a back door" for diminutive Mainlanders wearing Gucci suits two sizes too big for them and driving a black Mercedes S-Class with Guangzhou license plates who were desperate for easy entry.
Under its Churchill-quoting chief executive,
Five days after Hong Kong's best sprinter, Sacred Kingdom, was thrashed at Royal Ascot, it was the least the Club could do to give the poor bugger in the propaganda department the rest of the week off for their only truly world-class performance of the week.
As the Jockey Club's American director of racing with the penchant for Spoonerisms,
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Michael Jackson would probably have liked the Donald Tsang touch.
Fumie, I learned of the death of Whacko Jacko on your organ.
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