A shameless bid for more hits by posting cute pictures of our new kitten.
Zapata - named after the Mexican revolutionary / hideously crowded and overpriced themed Shanghai nitespot beside Sasha's on Hengshan Lu - is about two months old. Simona and her flatmate took him in last night after hearing about him from a friend.
His incredible liveliness is all the more amazing considering he has a broken tail and is partially blind.
Zapata's hobbies include biting and scratching fingers and toes, voracious eating, running in random directions, bumping into things and falling over.
Click the pics to enlarge!
That's right. A fortnight virtually offline, struggling to maintain both Living in China and my own sordid existence without the use of a workable interface to the Internet.
No more. After a combination of hassles (which, in some respects, are only just beginning) I have a new computer and I'm back in action.
What's happened in the last two weeks? Quite a bit. In no particular order, I've resumed my journalism career, been at turns frustrated and elated, got back into the teaching with vigour, turned 29 and acquired a Romanian. Watch this space...
Don't tell me that a dodgy chicken wing scoffed on the side of the road at two in the morning, plus a gobful of baiju shot down your mouth from a squeezy bottle, plus n quantity of beers will not make you hungover. Trust me on this.
After a morning of Saving Private Ryan and vomit, I at last felt well enough to take Jenny on a tour of the campus. And a terrific tour it was, with a potted history of the various Philip Sen buildings erected during my tenure and a visit to the basketball courts thrown in for free.
Jenny was slightly disappointed with the magnificent beauty of SHUFE, but she wanted to see it. (I still have no idea why the SHUFE website shows a rugby ball and an athletics track, but maybe I just haven't found them yet.)
Then on to Indian kitchen for poppadums, chicken tikka and more hastily made up explanations of things I know nothing about.