Saturday, May 07, 2005

Being 8 hours ahead of London time, it was a great opportunity to follow the General Election without staying up late. Yearning to watch the online swingometer, (actually, did they have it this year? I'm counting on it to be a British institution), I eagerly typed in the bbc website address to find that it was blocked, here in China.

I'm coming to find that news censorship in China isn't a bad idea. With 1.3 billion people wandering around a country, you must do something to keep them vaguely in order, so how about regulating what goes into their minds? It's just another way of manipulating the media, which could happen elsewhere in the world.

And the Chinese aren't exactly using the media negatively. I left work last night with the knowledge that Tony Blair had been re-elected, and came home to see Missus Banana watching a light-hearted drama set around a group of four female friends. They all sat on the 'power' side of a large desk in their own leather-clad offices, and took brunch with each other to discuss Tort and men. Last night there was a falling out, by which a peace offering was made by way of a Louis Vuitton handbag.

I'm searching for a conclusion, and this search is the epitome of Banana: there's a contradiction somewhere but I can't put my finger on it, and nor do I feel that there is anything bad going on.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Back in China after a couple of weeks away for work. It was a pleasure to be in Europe and it certainly gave me a healthy dose of blue skies and fresh air.

It was to our fortune that we had a rather impressive rental car (Benzo S Class) which we cruised with delight at high speeds on the autobahn. The gangsta lean is optional at 200 km/h. By the second week we were really settling into the vehicle and realized that the best way to drive it was a ridiculously low speeds, in order to fully appreciate the massaging seats that could not only be heated, but cooled also. This disposition was sympathised by an owner of an Audi A8 who joined us snailing across the German-Swiss border.

Highlights (not in any particular order):

1. Circle Line failure in London.
2. Hot chocolate in hand, walking into Trafalgar Square at 6am. (This used to happen, but not as a tourist.)
3. A platter of a dozen Schweinschaxen.
4. Cooling seats in the car. Yes, it deserves a second mention, and no, I don’t ride in Mercedes-Benz often.
5. Satellite navigation to the nearest vindaloo in the Black Forest.
6. Long evenings.
7. Weissbier.
8. Carl Hiaasen’s Skinny Dip.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Dang, it’s cold here. It’s like a permanent ‘forgot to pay the gas bill’ steelo, as central heating to a Chinese home is what air conditioning is to an English home. I’d like a hot pukka pie, cup of tetleys, sprinkled on top with a radiator in the bathroom.

I’ll get you all back in the summer.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Happy Chinese New Year!

Greetings from a country where I now can't access my blog, but I can keep on posting. Maybe something to do with these guys...


CCTV

Monday, February 07, 2005

The Chinese New Year is nigh. We kick off a large meal tonight. And another large meal tomorrow. And a few government-sanctioned days off for the painful digestion process.

Its the time of year where all the kids play with alarmingly large fireworks in the streets.

China needs some sort of law on this, along with the introduction of the PRS.

See you next week!


Tuesday, January 25, 2005

So, italics represent Chinese and bold is English.

Missus Banana likes Kenny G. No it's not one of those 'little things that I love'. It's something I have to tolerate. Back in the day when I was finding out about someone new, she decided to speak to me about music...

[previous conversation fades into horrible silence. The Banana is racking brain for good topic to woo with...just setting the scene by the way.....and then...]

Do you like sex?

What was that?! Crikey!

Sex. Do you like it?

Well, er,

{the future Missus Banana starts singing Kenny G}

Ohhhhh! Sax.


PS and if you saw the link, it's true about Yesterday Once More. When I was young, I listened to the radio, waitin for my favourite songs, when they played I'd sing along, it made me smile. Those were such happy times, and not so long ago, and I wonder where they've gone, but they're back again just like a long lost friend, all the songs I love so well, every sha la la la... And that is not all that has been committed to memory. Crikey.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

A wonderful collection of something I don't see but is just around the corner.

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