OFF THE VINE: Super Shek plans US invasion after conquering Asia
<p>He's more powerful than a locomotive, faster than a speeding
</p><p>bullet, can leap over buildings with a single bound and has been known
</p><p>to bench-press 300lb gweipors.
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>Yes, its Sssuupppeeeeerrr Steve, the 007 of the media industry, who has
</p><p>shaken and stirred a legion of fans since his arrival in Hong Kong 10
</p><p>years ago.
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>By day, he is the shy, unassuming Steve Shek, advertisement manager of
</p><p>The Economist.
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>At night, he is Slick Steve, the brylcreemed Lord of Lan Kwai Fong.
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>The bizarre story of this dual-personality British-born Hakka superhero
</p><p>began in one of his dad's restaurants in Berkshire, where, at the tender
</p><p>age of 15, he was appointed bouncer and tasked with tossing out
</p><p>disgraceful, braying, English, chinless twit drunks.
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>The fact that he now works with them has not escaped anyone's
</p><p>notice.
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>Moving right on, The Economist in Asia has broken all advertising
</p><p>revenue records, thanks to the capable team led by Olly "Brigadier
</p><p>Flashman" Comyn and his trusty lieutenants Rupert "Underpants" Harrow
</p><p>and Super Shek.
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>Other records have also been seriously challenged:
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>- How much Totty can Super Shek cram onto the Economist junk? Is there
</p><p>such a thing as a Totty Plimsoll line?
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>- Is it possible to be "just good friends" with such an alluring array
</p><p>of Totty? Were the words, "whoops I slipped" ever uttered while Super
</p><p>Shek applied the suntan lotion?
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>- How much Totty does it take to lick a creamy birthday cake off Super
</p><p>Shek's chest in a Lan Kwai Fong bar?
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>Now, to the agonising symphony of hearts breaking wide open all over
</p><p>Asia, Super Shek is setting sail for San Francisco - where little cable
</p><p>cars go skyward to the stars, and great big hairy poofters in leather
</p><p>biker outfits eat diminutive Chinese boys for breakfast.
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p><p>Good luck, Steve, and Bon Voyage.
</p><p><BR><BR>
</p>
by
|
04/28/2000
He's more powerful than a locomotive, faster than a speeding
bullet, can leap over buildings with a single bound and has been known
to bench-press 300lb gweipors.
Yes, its Sssuupppeeeeerrr Steve, the 007 of the media industry, who has
shaken and stirred a legion of fans since his arrival in Hong Kong 10
years ago.
By day, he is the shy, unassuming Steve Shek, advertisement manager of
The Economist.
At night, he is Slick Steve, the brylcreemed Lord of Lan Kwai Fong.
The bizarre story of this dual-personality British-born Hakka superhero
began in one of his dad's restaurants in Berkshire, where, at the tender
age of 15, he was appointed bouncer and tasked with tossing out
disgraceful, braying, English, chinless twit drunks.
The fact that he now works with them has not escaped anyone's
notice.
Moving right on, The Economist in Asia has broken all advertising
revenue records, thanks to the capable team led by Olly "Brigadier
Flashman" Comyn and his trusty lieutenants Rupert "Underpants" Harrow
and Super Shek.
Other records have also been seriously challenged:
- How much Totty can Super Shek cram onto the Economist junk? Is there
such a thing as a Totty Plimsoll line?
- Is it possible to be "just good friends" with such an alluring array
of Totty? Were the words, "whoops I slipped" ever uttered while Super
Shek applied the suntan lotion?
- How much Totty does it take to lick a creamy birthday cake off Super
Shek's chest in a Lan Kwai Fong bar?
Now, to the agonising symphony of hearts breaking wide open all over
Asia, Super Shek is setting sail for San Francisco - where little cable
cars go skyward to the stars, and great big hairy poofters in leather
biker outfits eat diminutive Chinese boys for breakfast.
Good luck, Steve, and Bon Voyage.
