But Lisa aside, I went to a Chinese Festival yesterday afternoon in the Pavilion Gardens. Obviously it would be wrong to judge an entire day's entertainment on the basis of the ten minutes I spent there, but frankly it was rubbish. Just because the Olympics were fine, doesn't mean that all Chinese people can put on a good show. Or maybe they can, because frankly most of the people running this thing seemed to be English. It basically consisted of a few stalls manned by pasty-faced white people offering to teach your children paper-folding. The place was crying out for a flawless nine-year-old girl miming to a backing track.
There were some Chinese people there though. Here's one doing a fan dance...

Frankly an umbrella dance would have been more appropriate. I wonder if the old woman knows there's a serial killer creeping up behind her? And why is that man taking my photo?
Anyhoo, I did experience one decent bit of Chinese culture yesterday. My brother dropped in and we had chicken chow mein. I actually haven't seen him since January (Essex is further than you think, and he came up with a convenient excuse last time), but he's finally brought his family down to the south coast for a couple of days to do a flat inspection and rent review. They're staying overnight at a Premier Inn, and are meant to be back here by 10:30 this morning. Needless to say they haven't arrived. Either they're buying Lisa a birthday card, or they're busy hiding from Lenny Henry.
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