MOIST AND SLIPPERY

This morning the humidity in Hong Kong was at 100%. Surfaces were dull and damp, with water droplets evident on walls, ceilings, and windows. The temperatures were, however, somewhat higher than here in San Francisco, where the humidity was considerably less. Some cigar smokers of my ken have been worried that their precious stogies might be drying out -- is my humidor working, and what percentage does it actually read? -- but we've been well above proper storage moisture levels for several weeks.

At least it isn't Manila, where people walk through hot jello pudding.
And mildew is a sad fact of daily life.
Hot mildew.


One of my friends, a right bastard, has headed to Palm Springs over the weekend, where it's always golfing weather and rich gay men ponce around wearing colourful baggy shorts and floral prints, swinging clubs over immaculate greens, every single day of the year.
Except for Christmas, when they wear scarlett togs. Possibly velvet.

Santa swills Mai Tais. Did you know that?
One hundred degrees humidity.
Good lord.

Palm Springs is not my kind of environment -- you have to be gay and Republican to like the place -- so I have never been there. Besides, being rich helps, and I am none of the above. Hong Kong does not demand any of that. Well, except rich.
That's considered useful there too.


Heavy moisture is, not surprisingly, good pipe smoking weather.
Caffeinated beverages taste better too.
So does salt fish.



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