sad mother's day :(

I have unwittingly spent the last week testing my digestive system. A dinner of Dog meat and a brunch (Chinese people call it 'lunch'. it's not lunch. it's at 11:30) of duck's stomach and that dangly thing under a chicken's chin have all been eaten. All completely finished, in fact (don't offend the host, now), by me with my newly expert chopstick claw. NB however many brownie points asking for the local speciality gets you, it's ALWAYS COMPLETELY RANK.

My not-that-supervising supervisor is away from Beijinjg for a few days, during which i've been trying to pimp myself out to any lawyer inside the firm. My pledges of perfect English, patience and a gentle touch remain untested. So i'm doing this at work again, whilst getting very exciting about seeing the Backstreet Boys next wednesday. That night promises to be the most spectacular two hours of pretending to be disinterested i have ever, or will ever, spend.

new events: backstreet boys tickets were thrown away, along with the remnants of our delivery macdonalds from the night before. one of the hotel 'Early Morning Room Boy' cleaners chucked them. sensible things like purchase insurance and paper trails don't exist in China so we've no hope. we're planning on turning up regardless, and taking the venue staff to our (empty) seats to try to let us in. two non-chinese-speaking young men describing the loss of tickets whilst inadvertently criticising the ridiculous ticket purchase arrangements? what could go wrong...

here you go mum!

and i will not be seeing: