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Best not to be a fool about life

Hong Kong sevens
By Taipan
03 Apr 2014

I’m not one for introspection, but this week has been different. When the heavens opened up on me on my way to the club, I couldn't help feeling my actions were finally starting to catch up with me.

I’m not talking about any old sin or faux pas I had committed during my banking days — although there were certainly plenty of those. No, I’m talking of something that has been on my mind all week — the debauchery I had drunkenly involved myself in during the weekend at the Sevens.

Sure, I had a pass to the corporate boxes and a half decent angle from where I could ogle Hong Kong’s finest. But after downing pints of beer and chugging at least two bottles of the free flowing Louis Roederer, my feet developed a mind of their own and took me to the South Stand.

If that wasn’t enough, I also decided to bare all for some topless photos with some foxy cheerleaders (if you were there, you know what I’m talking about) — photos that I have been told are now being circulated.

What happened next I don’t remember, but two days later, when huddling under one of Hong Kong’s bus stops to keep dry from the downpour, I still couldn’t get past the fact that I had behaved so recklessly.

There and then I vowed two things — never drink again, and to stay away from foxy ladies.  

But minutes later, when the clouds cleared up, so did my mood. I shook my head and smiled. As I made my way to the club, I wished myself a Happy April Fools’ Day. 

By Taipan
03 Apr 2014