Tripod of Lofty Dignity

My son’s whole-school photo. This isn’t racist, just a fact: this thing is harder to crack than Where’s Wally. I still haven’t found Rufus and I’ve had this thing for six weeks now. I just do a little bit every night with a magnifying glass.

In the queue for the toilets at Royal Plaza, Wanchai. Are they leggings? Are they jeggings? No, they’re just regular old 15-denier beige stockings. Visible Panty Line: kind of fine. Visible Gusset? TOTALLY NOT FINE!

Stuck on the window of the shittiest Toyota van:
(“I love to have fun. I love my family and friends. I love this beautiful planet earth. The reason why I choose this car is because it will totally satisfy my requirements for outdoor living. Well…tomorrow, where shall we go?”)

Red bean peach-shaped dumplings at Din Tai Fung, aka the world’s most delicious Chinese restaurant. Or, A BASKET OF BUMS.

Also at Din Tai Fung, the Tripod of Lofty Dignity. I intend to institute a blog award next year inspired by this miraculous trophy.

Today, this guy is the one laughing at everyone else.


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Mike Miller says:

    Sorry, “Tripod of Lofty Dignity” is my porn name 🙂

    1. jadeluxe says:


    2. jadeluxe says:

      PS that’s a late runner for comment of the year 😉

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