Have a kanyixia

“What’s a canisher?” I almost asked. But thankfully my brain, despite the glass of wine, managed to pip my mouth to the post and stopped it from making the grave social faux-pas of not understanding someone’s joke. But then my brain couldn’t immediately process it either, and tied itself in a knot. I winced from … More Have a kanyixia

The art of squatting

There’s much about the Japanese, with whom I share my genetic code and many of my sensibilities, that I instinctively understand and appreciate, but among the exceptions is one trait that I simply cannot fathom. And since arriving in Beijing it has dawned on me that this strange behaviour is also inherent in the Chinese, … More The art of squatting