Ni hao!
First, an apology for starting with a catchphrase last used in 1992, it seemed alright at the time - not! Anyway, my computer died again, but don't worry, it's fixed (for now). I feel it may be the karma police exacting retribution for not posting for so long!
When golf-course heart-attack victim Bing Crosby sang "Baby it's cold outside", I'd like to think he was thinking of Beijing in December. Brrr! The little guy at the end of our road who mends bicycle punctures couldn't work yesterday because his bowl froze. He seemed happy though, street spirit I guess... Here is a picture of the frozen Forbidden City moat which I didn't take:
I hate to sound sorry for myself (or like Marvin the paranoid android) here, but I am English (effortlessly mixing self-pity with weather obsession), but it's cold. I mean really cold. Here, look for yourself. Not so lucky now huh?
According to one of the teachers, it'll stay like this until February. Creep. As well as the mandatory 2 t-shirts, jumper, coat, hat, gloves and scarf, I feel I may be forced to invest in some thermal underwear (or 'long johns'), and I have also been subjected to the ultimate humiliation for men - hand cream. I had to go and kick a football around, drink a beer, growl and swear for 5 minutes to feel manly again. But my dignity has survived - just!
Mr. Huge continues to provide entertainment as big as his name! Today I got him to demonstrate to the class how to use a knife and fork, which he had no idea how to do, and he ended up destroying the bread I gave him with crazed hacking motions. He also kept interrupting my food lessons by shouting "sausage!" at random intervals. He is a genius, pure and simple.
Long post! Time to go one feels. Keep it cool (it certainly is here!). Cue exit music...
Zaijian!
Thomas
NO ALARMS AND NO SUPRISES (PLEASE)
I must make a note to my self to read more slowly! When I first read your blog I though the small man at the end of the road had a frozen Bowel!
Also, did I read it correctly, is it cold over there?