Seen in a shop window – “We buy gallstones.”
My favourite number is 5 – ‘mmm’. And HK dollar is ‘man’ so “mmm man” = 5 dollars.
My fitness regime is walking/running (little by little more running) and cycling (a bit further every time before I have to stop) from my house up the Peak.
Be careful with nº 9, gau. Make sure your intonation goes up, otherwise it means penis.
I’ve just noticed that there are still quite a lot of coins with the Queen of England on. No Chinese purge on that yet then.
There’s a definite lift hierarchy going on. You can almost hear the scoffs of disdain at those who get out on single digits floors. Of course we feel pretty superior living on the 49th out of 55, but Amanda had a humbling experience the other day when after pressing our floor button, the two others in the lift pressed 53 and 55.
I’ll be bucking the world economic trend and leaving the ranks of the unemployed next week. Teaching primary school English from 8am to 2pm. I won’t moan about the timetable.
Seen on a tee-shirt: You are my love. You are my angle. Don’t treat me like potato.
Getting along the pavement really is a pain. Not only do they walk slowly, but they veer from side to side. Is straight-line walking so hard? I might teach it in class.
My fitness regime seems to have ground to a halt. Why don’t these things last? I am however writing quite a bit. 56,000 words of a new novel, 32,000 written here.
I feel taller than I did in Europe.