Reusable chopsticks means this?
Dirty chopsticks picked up in new China scare — Hoe-ree fuck. We were only preoccupied with making sure our polystyrene boxes were destroyed, not the chopsticks.
Questions of natural selection
Why is it the people who buy the expensive cars with the attendant high maintenance and repair costs are the ones who drive as though they are the only people on the road, pushing into queues WITHOUT LOOKING to make sure it’s safe?
Why is it the people who behave as though they are the dog’s nuts are the ones who DON’T WASH THEIR HANDS after going to the toilet? YES, I WITNESSED IT AGAIN. I think I need to print out a sign and stick it on the wall in the bathroom, something along the lines of ‘I have noticed, on more than one occasion, that at least one dirty besom doesn’t wash her hands after weeing. Please note that it’s people like you who aid epidemics of infectious diseases like SARS and bird flu. Wash your bloody hands.’
The ‘civilised’ nation
Sadly, so true: “At present, the same global coffee bar chain has cleaner forecourts in the US than it does in the UK because, in the UK, dropping trash is a yob’s right.” — Keeping up with the Jameses
On our very unhealthy trip to McDonalds yesterday, we sat by the window, and Neil expressed his disgust at the ned who spat a great hunking wad of saliva onto the floor outside (the puddle — yes, it was enough to be a puddle — was larger than anything I’d ever seen in China). The room was not as clean as any McDonalds in XIAMEN (yeah, in China where most people have no social etiquette regarding cleanliness).
And the night before (whose excesses necessitated the visit the afternoon after), I was waiting in line at the toilets in the Dreadnaught, and there was a woman who would only visit a stall that had loo roll in it. Fair enough. But then she did what she needed to do and. Left. Without. Washing. Her. Hands.
And that is fucking mocket (mockit?).
Nothing says Holy Fuck like overhearing someone use the toilet then walk straight out without going near the taps
There was something in the news last week over this dispute whether or not the health service in the UK should have splashed the cash on a campaign promoting hand washing. The SNP says it’s a waste, they should have spent the money on combating MRSA. Look here, if people don’t wash their hands at all after going to the toilet, what hope have we when it comes to keeping hospitals clean?
China is Beckoning, my arse
The prostitutes are cheaper, too, and there’s no shame (or illegality) in going to nightclubs that are one step away from strip joints. Why, you can even get your rocks off at a hairdresser (the ubiquitous Handjob Parlours™)! The food is drenched in MSG and expect your housing to always have problems. Your kids will be sure to start drinking as teenagers because there are no alcohol licencing laws.
Southern China’s not a bad place to live, but I wouldn’t say it’s any better or worse than Singapore.
Why?
As you can probably tell, I’ve deleted the somewhat-new WordPress weblog and all my hand coded entries. As Neil asked over SMS, Why?
My response? Because I can. It’s only words I’m erasing, and I’m not so foolish as to delete without archiving a copy first. I’ll probably post a few past entries now and again if I’m in the mood.
I’m not sure what precipitated this move. I think it was exasperation as I tried to upgrade my version of WordPress, with things not working and my not knowing why (now I know why, but I really can’t be arsed any more). I then started thinking that my website directory is a mess. Too many sections. Too many photos all over the bloody shop.
Some of my posts this past year have told you that I’m feeling frustrated and generally pissed off at my situation in Xiamen. Consider this my acting out. As Neil says, it’s a shame I’ve deleted so much (all posts saved, but comments since the migration to WordPress are gone), but seriously, who gives a fuck?
So there you go. All new now.
Maybe I’m being stupid by getting rid of so much history (by Internet standards). I probably am. This sort of action could herald the end, or it might not. We’ll see.
It’s only a weblog, after all.