About McPherson's Rant


McPherson’s Rant is an old Scots Folk Song about a Robin Hood Type Character who was hanged.

There is no connection, unless you count the “rant” part.  The world’s a strange place and sometimes a “rant” at absurdity and unfairness is just what’s required.

Here you can expect to find examples of stupidity, irony and idiocy , especially relating to Hong Kong, and with particular attention to the SCMP, and its’ letters page. A common problem with many blogs is their failure to find something new to say, I find the SCMP, and it’s letters page, provides plenty of ammunition on a daily basis and will reference them frequently. If you have your own letter not getting published, put it on our comments section.





Monthly Archives: March 2010

It’s Sevens Time…again

So off to Manilla tomorrow for the Manilla Nomads Tens, Back Monday, off day Tuesday, then Wednesday is Kowloon Rugbyfest at Kings Park, and Thursday is possibly the highest quality rugby Tens competition in the world at Hong Kong Football Club… and then the climax, the 2010 Hong Kong Sevens. This year as one of the stadium announcers I have managed to enlist the other boys in our own wee tribute to Bill McClaren, so if you hear someone saying: “He kicked that like a pound of Haggis,” or, “They’ll be singing down in Wanchai tonight,” that is our tribute.

I love the contradiction of the Sevens, people travel from all over the world to have a weekend blackout.  And when they come too, they  know they had a party, they just can’t remember any of it.  There was a time when only stamina could see you through, drinking all night in Wanchai then heading to the Stadium at 7am to avoid the South Stand queue, not for the faint hearted.

And then around 1997 God invented Vodka Red Bull and suddenly 72 hour sessions were within reach of mere mortals.

Remember The Canny Man motto: “Everything in moderation, especially moderation!”

Let the party commence.

“I remember a big South Sea Islander saying that, in his view, the Hong Kong  sevens were really the Olympic games of Rugby Union… The Hong Kong event captures all the really good things the game has to offer – splendid organization, wonderful sporting spirit, universal camaraderie, admirable field behaviour…” Bill McClaren RIP

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American English

This may seem pedantic, and I accept that a significant proportion of readers will see nothing wrong with the advert below, but I wish this town would decide whether we are using American English, or proper English.  Ok I put ‘proper’ in there just to wind some of you up, but the point remains valid. If a newspaper has a singular style that all journalists conform to, surely they could impose the same standards on their advertisers.  I accept the old adage that the UK and US are two countries divided by a common language, but it seems cultural imperialism has now infected the SCMP much to our collective mutual detriment.Metre!

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A Road To Nowhere

If there was a soundtrack to this town, it would be Talking Heads: “We’re On A Road To Nowhere”

It’s a tune that just about covers every aspect of Hong Kong’s government by consensus approach, or shall we say government by committees of vested interests. This incompetent approach to government is evident all around us, but is perfectly  illustrated  by the “rail link to nowhere.”

It’s budgeted to cost 70 billion for 26 kilometers though of course all major infrastructure projects in this town go over budget…way over budget…

and it ends 45 minutes away from where you would actually like to be…

you’d think for all that money they could buy a fucking compass!

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Pollution Kills 3 People a Day in HK

Or so it says in an advert in today’s SCMP.  Quite where the figure three comes from it doesn’t say, but you can’t help feel it’s probably higher.

The advert is from Clean Air Network (CAN) and is asking us to get up off our arses, discard our complacency, shrug off our apathy… and sign a petition! Oh that will get ‘che che che’ Tsang’s attention, he’ll mouth a few more pitiful, pathetic platitudes which will be the usual lies and sophistry, and like the sniveling quisling he is, he’ll bend right over, yet again, for his vested interests, after all, he has his future bank balance to think of, or perhaps his seat on some inconsequential Politburo think tank.

We’re talking about a man so out of his depth he’d drown in a gob of phlegm; or in one of the puddles created by ‘operation team clean’ (lets hose down the pavements, that’ll get rid of SARS)

At least in this town petitioners don’t get locked up, or beaten up, but ‘che che che’ Tsang can, and will piss down our collective legs, blame it on the Northern Monsoon, or El Nido/Nino or the Mt. St Helen’s eruption and all the while he’ll smile that so very smug and aggravating smile, knowing that we, all of us, are  inconsequential in his grand scheme of aggrandisement.

If it makes the ‘CAN’ folks think better about themselves, then go ahead, but engaging these turds carries the risk that you legitimise their untenable positions and they’ll use any means possible to claim they’re “listening to the people.”

There is another option and it’s coming yet!

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