It’s hard to get the creative thought process going when my feet feel like ice blocks and it’s far more comfortable to be on the sofa under a blanket with the heater on than at my desk. The heat is wonderful, inducing a soporific buzz as I try to distill my thoughts for this editorial from the randomness of ideas that drift elusively just out of reach. Pleasure seems to be the unifying factor, there’s heartache and pain, stress and more stress there as well. but predominantly it’s pleasure. I am lucky enough to be doing something I love. It’s a tough love sometimes, admittedly, but love it is.

It’s four thousand eight hundred and eighty eight days as I write this since the first issue of bc magazine rolled off the presses and onto the streets of what was then a British colony called Hong Kong. Standing by the taxi rank at the old Star Ferry pier on that crisp clear blue sky September morning watching as the whole taxi queue read our first issue was a feeling that I lack the words to fully describe. Issue 250 will roll off the presses into a different country, the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region of the People's Republic of China, yet the pleasure and happiness remain undimmed as I watched a man stand and read our most recent issue from cover to cover. Two hundred and fifty issues… Thank you for your support.

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