Last Saturday I started a new thing: Learn everything about Chinese characters in two hours. Ten people turned up, and when they staggered out of the venerable Honolulu Coffee Shop two hours and fifteen minutes →
Yam Chaaaaaa! I go to Shenzhen with two victims, one of whom is a real Glaswegian! I’ve always said that Cantonese is the Glaswegian of Asia. A good fighting language, etc. But far from fighting, →
Here is the first podcast I ever made without the soothing, nay, dulcet tones of Ah-Sa hovering in the back-and-foreground. Podcasts will be a regular occurrence from now on; I welcome ideas, locations and of →
Is Happy Jellyfish People’s Democratic Language Bureau’s Cantonese course the only course currently in existence where the teacups provided by the course venue match your outfit? It’s hard to say, but I’ll wager it will →
My first podcast without ah-Sa!
Woo-hoo everybody everywhere! I have finally, after mourning fickle Englishwoman ‘Ah-Sa’s absence for almost three years, started making podcasts again!!! I thought it fitting to stage the first one in hallowed headquarters Honolulu in Stanley →
Woo-hoo everybody everywhere! I have finally, after mourning fickle Englishwoman ‘Ah-Sa’s absence for almost three years, started making podcasts again!!! I thought it fitting to stage the first one in hallowed headquarters Honolulu in Stanley →
Whether you’re a hair-cutter in a hole in the wall in Guizhou province or run a several million-employee business from the top floor of IFC Two, you need a film showing what your company does. →
There’s been a lot of flu and crap floating around in Hong Kong recently – even I got it! But this wasn’t your common or garden swine flu 豬流感 (zhyu lao gam) – this was →
Last Saturday Mister Public Security Uncle took a trip to Wan Chai to join in the rugby revelling and cavorting, as well as spreading the word of Canto. Fun much? I have always laughed (in →
Oh, how I hate simplified characters! It’s bad enough that I have to see them everywhere in my beloved mainland (although shop-and restaurant owners who want their business to look stylish and upmarket increasingly use →
Yesterday I had a lesson at home with one of my Lantau contingent, a shy girl called ah-Kei. A big part of my language teaching is trying to get people to understand that no matter →
This could never happen in Hong Kong. No, not some geezer talking on his mobile you berk, but sticking up in the middle of a four-lane highway with only a single traffic cone for protection.
While I was trying to take this photo, cars whizzed past the guy’s head with millimeters to spare.
In Hong Kong, the whole road, no, neighbourhood! would have been closed down to allow this guy to do his thing inside a manhole. In China you just put up a cone, then rely on people’s senses to do the rest. So all right, a blind driver could have been out that day. In China, that’s just a risk they have to take.
