 By Warwick Evans
- General:
- Men, it's time we all took stock of the situation and worked out a strategy for what
we're going to do about Hong Kong's dangerous slopes.
- Major:
- General!
- General:
- Well. What is it Major Peasebody? Speak up man!
- Major:
- Well, the point is general - the British army will be out of here in 1997. and in any
case Hong Kong's slopes, whether they be dangerous or otherwise, are simply not our
responsibility.
- General:
- Well, somebody has to take care of them. The whole place is absolutely crawling with
slopes - from Aberdeen all the way up to Lok Ma Chau. And we can't leave them here for
Beijing to contend with after '97 - or all hell will break loose.
- Major:
- Why would they care?
- General:
- Well, you know what these slopes are like. First drop of rain and they're sliding about
all over the place and tumbling down Garden Road stopping the traffic. Particularly on
weekends. No. It's no good. Beijing will never put up with it. We have to take action, and
take action now.
- Major:
- Pardon me general, but don't you think you're overreacting a bit?
- General:
- Major Peasebody. There are slopes everywhere you look. And if you don't think they're
dangerous, that's probably because you've never woken up to find yourself underneath one
of them. You'd soon change your tune if you had, I promise you.
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