First off, thanks to everyone for the very warm response this blog's been given in various quarters. I'm overwhelmed, and only hope that I won't let you down. Michael out there at the opposite end of China, consider yourself linked to--just gotta get around to a big overhaul of my blogroll.
You know what sucks? Food poisoning, that's what sucks. I've been laid out since early Monday morning with something very nasty, and that's why I haven't been able to post anything. The good news: I've lost 3 kilos.
Bless Leon Lee, managing editor of that's Beijing, for giving me another couple of days to work on my Ich Bin Ein Beijinger column for next month. I still need a fucking idea.
Having children makes you a nicer person, I've decided. Dominic Johnson-Hill, who used to write fairly regular hate mail to that's and take occasional if indirect digs at me in his own writings, is now father to three girls and is now nicer. He wrote a kind comment to one of my posts--after discovering the identity of the poster, I admit I did go back and examine it for hidden barbs, but there were none--and he has now even offered to send me T-shirts from the very cleverly-conceived collection of Plastered. I'm getting a Yanjing t-shirt for little Johnny--start 'em young!--and a black Beijing Subway one for myself, cuz, you know, black's cool. Thanks, Dominic. The past--all just water under the bridge, I says.