I’ve been to Hong Kong. It always looks like this. Streets filled with zillions of people, all day, every day. No-one is taller than 5 foot 7, not a blond head in sight. If the people are smaller then they can be crammed into smaller living spaces. So they’ve been genetically modified by chemicals in the water. I was only in Hong Kong for 36 hours on my last visit, but by the time I left my trousers were all half an inch too long. It could happen. Anything could happen in that part of the Far East.

China is a contradiction. A silly place that remains, nominally, ‘a communist, single-party state’. What happened was, in 1949, on October 1st (that’s tomorrow, so don’t forget to send a birthday card) the communists overthrew the horrible old warlords and evil, oppressive Emporers and nasty old totalitarian dictators. And replaced them with ‘the people’. Who oddly very soon became horrible old nasty, evil, oppressively totalitarian dictators. “So this is what communism feels like” thought the people, as they just became beaten and subjugated by a slightly different uniform. For little Johnny Chang life changed dramatically. He was till starving, impoverished, uneducated and hopeless, but now he got beaten up regularly by communists instead of fascists.

And that is to whom we, the British people, ‘gave’ Honk Kong in 1997. To China. To Beijing. To the ‘communists’. But all went well, nothing changed, HK remained a little piece of pseudo-democratic capitalism adjoined to the most populus nation on the planet. It is the ingroing toe-nail on the athletes foot of the mainland. But such a rich, prosperous and fruitful toe-nail that China just kind’a let it be. They didn’t want to scare off the banks and businesses. So they put in a ‘governer’ (a lackey from Beijing) and let the sleeping year of the dog lie.

And now its time for ‘elections’ for a new governor. The word ‘rigged’ really doesn’t go quite far enough for electioneering in China. Democracy, the very basis, the cornerstone of communism, has long been forgotten out there. Instead of candidates you get a parade of faceless, worthless puppets loyal to The Party. And if their loyalty should falter, their families will never be seen again.

So the youth of Hong Kong are protesting, as we see on the news every night. Though the people of China don’t see this at all. Its censored. Along with everything else that happens in the world. Their internet doesn’t work like ours does. So the young people want a Governor of their choice. Someone free from Beijing constraints, someone open-minded, international and independent.

Yeah, that’s gonna happen.

Tomorrow David Cameron will make his speech to the Conservative Party conference. He probably won’t talk about Hong Kong. Though he may mention UKIP. In not very flattering terms. But whatever he says or doesn’t say, he’ll probably read it from notes. Ed Milliband’s 75 minute unscripted rant last week went down very well. As did the Titanic. And Milliband’s aspirations drowned with it. The labour tosser was blind to the elephant in the room, which was our nation’s monumental debt. He ‘forgot it’ in his flow of meaningless soundbytes and endless repetition of the word ‘together’. If he’d forgotten that word the speech would have only lasted 27 minutes and we could have all had an early lunch. Milliband is the Alan Pardew of the political world.

Happy tuesday

A xxxx