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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The final word(?) on Madame X....

She's gone now - and with her going, a considerable weight is lifted from me (although the litter of three years' worth of regrets, resentments, and recriminations is not going to be swept out of my heart overnight...).


I endeavoured to arrange a brief 'farewell' meeting with my fateful Madame X - lunch, a drink, a walk in the park, dropping round for a cup of tea, whatever - and, as with 90% of the other times I'd tried to do something like this over the last few years, I encountered an icy shoulder: she told me that she didn't have even five minutes to spare me in her last two weeks here.

However, by way of token 'friendliness'/consolation/encouragement, she e-mailed me that we should catch up when she makes an already-planned return visit here..... next July.

My response: Wow, is that a raincheck? You don't usually give me those! But I don't think they're valid for more than a year...

Thursday, December 06, 2007

The Great Kissing Debate....

.... comes at a particularly inopportune time for me.

And in case you wonder what I'm rambling about now - the utterly fabulous Moonrat (yes, what can I say? It's a 'blog-crush'!) happened upon this article a day or two ago on (alleged) gender differences in attitudes to kissing, which in turn provoked this discussion on her blog, to which I have felt moved to make a number of contributions.

And it's bad timing because? Because, just as I am poised on the brink of possible decisive action with Madame X, it reminded me that just about every English girl I've ever kissed has been somewhere in the Poor-to-Terrible range as a kisser. And Madame X, despite being utterly lovely in so many, many ways..... is very English.

After all these months of frustrated yearning and wistful anticipation, I am now in a quivering funk that it may all fizzle embarrassingly with the first kiss. I know that's always a danger with a first kiss, but in this case it seems like more than just your justifiable 5-1, Russian Roulette-style gamble. Statistics would seem to indicate that it is a racing certainty. Then again, the sample I'm basing this prejudice on isn't exactly huge. Maybe I've just been freakishly unlucky on those half dozen or so previous occasions. Maybe....


"In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions
That a minute will reverse."

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Recommended Posts, October-December 2007

Guided Tour - recommended posts
from the 4th quarter of '07





1) The Frankathon - 1st October

My old drinking buddy, Big Frank, comes to stay for a week - god help me!



2) Missing a gig (or three) - 7th October

A rare week in which I missed more gigs than I attended! I try to compensate by posting a fun video of The Yeah Yeah Yeahs.



3) Pool divination blues - 9th October

The state of my pool game is not good; nor of my love life either - it's all linked.



4) HBH 48: Staying up too late - 12th October

A better-than-average haiku, on the theme of late nights.



5) A new record - 12th October

The execrable D-22 slips even lower in my estimation!



6) A Glorious Pharmacy postscript - 14th October

A couple of YouTube clips of my favourite - oddball - Beijing musician, Xiao He, part of the experimental band, Glorious Pharmacy.



7) The Bullingdon Arms - 16th October

Recollections of a favourite Irish pub in Oxford - including the night a bunch of strangers in the snug joined together in singing Sam Cooke's Chain Gang.



8) The Library Bar - 20th October

I mark my birthday (and my blogs' 1,000th post) with this celebration of key Beijing institution, The Bookworm.



9) The end of my widowhood? - 23rd October

A brief rant against the game of rugby - which had robbed me of most of my friends for the previous 6 weeks, and spoiled my birthday.



10) A new 'Worst Bar in Beijing' contender - 26th October

A brief, traumatizing experience of new bar, Block8 - a place that epitomises everything I hate about naff, overpriced, pretentious 'luxury' bars.



11) What makes a great bar? - 28th October

A monster post, but a good one - in answer to a commission from The British Cowboy. I've already elevated it to a spot in the sidebar, but it's worth recording here in the quarterly 'best of' list as well.



12) A parable - 2nd November

An exchange of text messages throws up an amusing story - comparing my best friend to a goat!



13) It's strangely reassuring.... - 3rd November

A micro-anecdote about the queue for the loo at the extraordinarily good gig I went to at MAO Live the night before.



14) A poem from a distant land - 4th November

A great discovery - poetic snapshots of a disreputable sailors' tavern, by the Cape Verde poet, Aguinaldo Fonseca (a Spanish version and the original Portuguese added in the comments, courtesy of online research by the lovely OMG).



15) Why I don't have a girlfriend - 6th November

I 'poll' my various personalities to try to determine the likeliest causes of my love famine.



16) Asexualismo - 8th November

A two-for-the-price-of-one post: an appreciation of a literary hero, the scathing wit, Auberon Waugh, and my manifesto for saving the world by renouncing sex.



17) "Just one more" - a cautionary tale - 14th November

You couldn't make it up: another amusing foul-up by my charmingly inept friend, The Chairman.



18) A sit-down comedian - 26th November

Remembering Dave Allen, the great Irish comedian who was a TV favourite during my early childhood - complete with a YouTube clip.



19) Bad bars abound... - 27th November

Another new 'Worst Bar In Beijing' contender - the dreadful Paddy O'Shea's.



20) Beginning of the party season - 30th November

Christmas revelries start here - with the Koryo Tours 'Winter Party'. Beware of North Korean soju!



21) Secret of Success - 1st December

A snippet of bar conversation reveals one of The Secrets of Life.



22) The elements come together - 6th December

Blueprint for a near-perfect evening.



23) The Great Kissing Debate.... - 6th December

A discussion about male and female attitudes to kissing on Moonrat's blog leads to yet more dithering on my part in regard to 'Madame X'.



24) A wintry affair - 6th December

A recollection of the greatest love affair of my life - and one of the ridiculously romantic poems it spawned.



25) Wound salting - 8th December

Another early Christmas party is somewhat spoiled for me by the discovery - in quick succession - that two of the women I have loved in vain (loved without even being noticed, in one case) are "eternally single - in need of a good man - you'd be just right for her..."



26) The Long Way Home - 9th December

I realise that my almost nightly visits to my beloved Pool Bar can mainly be credited to its perfect location - a reflection that prompts me to dig out this video of that Tom Waits song a few days later.



27) Women don't understand 'romance' - 14th December

I think the Pool Bar is about the most 'romantic' place in Beijing; my female friends don't quite get it.



28) HBH 57 - 14th December

Madame X isn't very good at replying to text messages....



29) The outbound beer - 20th December

A bad habit I've fallen into recently.....



30) That love affair, again - 23rd December

Another poem inspired by that great, bad love affair of two years ago.



31) The hi-jacking of Christmas - 28th December

How the Chinese steal our holiday.




A slurry anecdote from Rowley Birkin, QC - the fabulous Fast Show character created by Paul Whitehouse, England's pre-eminent comedy genius.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Recommended Posts, July-September 2008

Guided Tour - recommended posts from the 3rd quarter of '08



1) More Olympic craziness - 5th July 2008

A rundown of the government's various inspired attempts to stop anyone having any fun during the upcoming Olympic Games.


2) Bon mot of the week - 7th July 2008

One of the best ever, if I do say so myself (yes, it was one of my own).


3) Yet more text message silliness - 7th July 2008

A strange flight of fancy as I tease a lady friend who works at the British Embassy. (There's even more in the comments!)


4) Great Names for Bars (A New Competition) - 8th July 2008

A couple of anecdotes about great names for bars inspire a new 'competition' - inviting readers to contribute their own suggestions in the comments.


5) How Not To Run A Bar (3) - 10th July 2008

Or, When Is A Happy Not A Happy Hour?


6) Great Drinking Songs (8) - 12th July 2008

Tom Waits and Keith Richards perform That Feel.


7) A stroke of genius - 13th July 2008

My eccentric drinking companion, Crazy Chris, comes up with the inspired idea of a five-minute 'happy hour' - this could change the world.


8) Missing a trick (Missing a party excuse!) - 15th July 2008

I lament the apparent absence of Bastille Day parties in Beijing this year - but celebrate (a day late) with a selection of YouTube clips of The Marseillaise: Mireille Mathieu singing it in front of the Eiffel Tower, the customers at Rick's Café Americain singing it to taunt the Nazis in Casablanca, and a Renault F1 racing car revving it - and, as a tangentially related bonus, Celine Dion gargling My Heart Will Go On.


9) Good News/Bad News - 17th July 2008

A very strange night in Beijing....


10) A new 'game' for everyone - please contribute... - 19th July 2008

Some great examples of misheard song lyrics, advertising my new contribute your own favourites post on this theme (which is actually HERE).


11) Bon Voyage - 23rd July 2008

My principal drinking companion of the year, Crazy Chris, departs. I find I have mixed feelings about it.


12) My latest PARTY idea - 24th July 2008

Tibet Beer appears in Beijing! I can't resist the idea of giving some away FREE!!


13) "Fun" or "No Fun"? - 25th July 2008

I get into a bit of a spat with Beijing Boyce about the atmosphere in Beijing on the eve of the Olympics. He's irritatingly bouncy-bouncy-bouncy-bouncy-fun-fun-fun-fun-FUN. I'm a curmudgeon. I favour the tag The Mafan (=hassle) Olympics.


14) IPD - the mystery of love explained (maybe) - 29th July 2008

One of the most important of my 'theories' - though, alas, it's not my own, but the creation of my mad scientist friend, The Younger Dr P.


15) A riddle - 31st July 2008

What do SARS and the Olympics have in common?


16) The Eternal Pursuit - 2nd August 2008

A favourite anecdote about an embarrassing mispronunciation.


17) Great Drinking Songs (9) - 9th August 2008

The traditional sea shanty South Australia, sung by Cornish vocal group Fisherman's Friends on the beach outside their local pub in Port Isaac. (Also, a link to a stunning instrumental performance by the Australian guitar-picking virtuoso Tommy Emmanuel.)


18) Here I go, promoting ZIYO again.... - 13th August 2008

I find some video clips of my favourite Beijing band to share with you.


19) Olympic Opening Night - 15th August 2008

A week late, but I finally get around to reporting on the Opening Ceremony party at Room 101.


20) All in the name of science - 20th August 2008

I come up with a new excuse for drinking whisky....


21) A life in six words - 22nd August 2008

Following the example of Smith Magazine, I inaugurate a Six Word Memoir competition of my own.


22) I don't like bars - 26th August 2008

A somewhat shocking realisation, given that I spend such a large amount of my time in them!


23) Am I just an 'Inbetweenie'? - 27th August 2008

I realise that I don't like young people any more, but am not yet ready to surrender to middle age. I recall that The Goodies wrote a song about this in my childhood!


24) My China Crisis - 28th August 2008

A random slogan on a flyer seems to have a rather pointed significance for me.


25) Not so much FUN - 28th August 2008

My curmudgeonly review of just how awful the Beijing Olympics were.


26) Highlights of my Olympics - 29th August 2008

As a counter-balance to that last anti-Olympics rant, I offer a list of the things I did enjoy this past month.


27) The Zen Drinker - 30th August 2008

My personal drinking manifesto.


28) The wonderful world of Chinglish - 31st August 2008

I can't resist making fun of the spectacularly AWFUL website Tsingtao beer put up to exploit their sponsorship of the Olympics - hilarious!!


29) Bon mot for the week - 1st September 2008

A final jibe at the Olympics!


30) The Way It Is - 2nd September 2008

Post-Olympic reflection - what lies ahead for us in Beijing now?


31) HBH 96 - 5th September 2008

The thing about drinking is.....


32) Masochism, pure and simple - 12th September 2008

The ultimate summation of my trials with failed infatuation, Madame X. Nine months after I 'gave up' on the dratted girl, I was still struggling to get over her.


33) HBH 98 - 19th September 2008

A helpful observation on beer...


34) Improving the odds - 22nd September 2008

An outside-the-box chat-up tactic from an old university chum starts me off on some maudlin pondering as to whether Madame X would sleep with me even if I were the last man on earth.


35) HBH 99 - 26th September 2008

The Zen of the pool room...


36) What would Brian Boitano do? - 26th September 2008

A true story: sitting at a bar between a stunningly beautiful woman (who's on her own and looking bored) and a geeky young Chinese guy - who would I choose to talk to? You guessed it! Well, he was a fellow cinema enthusiast... Probably not what Brian Boitano would have done!!

Monday, December 29, 2008

That was the year that was

Time, I think, to revisit the New Year's resolutions I set for myself last year. My success in adhering to them was - as you might have expected - rather mixed.

I think I need to repeat all of these for the coming year, and try a bit harder on some of them.



1) I am going to renounce Tsingtao beer
[Hmmm, well, as I predicted a year ago, finding a suitable replacement was hard. I'm not ready to drink gin & tonics all the time. And the only (affordable) Guinness out here is the slightly sweet bottled 'Export' - again, a nice change of pace occasionally, but not a regular drink. The sudden proliferation of draught Stella in this town has done some damage to my waistline (and my wallet) this year: I need to restrain myself from making that my habitual drink (it had become so for quite a while, at the now-defunct Room 101). I did manage to - very nearly - renounce the vile Tsingtao for 3 or 4 months. I think the Koryo Tours office party at the beginning of March was the start of my fall from grace with this one: they were giving the stuff away FREE and it seemed churlish to refuse. After that, I slowly slid back into the habit of - occasionally - buying it in bars. My consumption of Tsingtao has at least been much, much reduced this year. That's definitely progress. Moreover, we are finally seeing the emergence of some good beer alternatives: Baltica at Jianghu, Stella at Luga's Villa and the Bell & Drum, VB at Ned's, Cooper's at 12 Sq M, and cans of Asahi at select 7/11s and even a few xiaomaibu. And the Pool Bar has recently introduced Harbin Beer (crucially, at the same price as Tsingtao; everywhere else it is - off-puttingly - just a little more expensive)...... so maybe I can make another push for complete Tsingtao-abstinence in 2009. YES - I can, I will!]

2) I am not going to drink White Russians any more
(Other than on special occasions, of course; or when I have a particularly scratchy throat..... )
[Well, I kept to that one pretty well. It is essentially a winter indulgence, I think. And I don't see any harm in it as an occasional treat - rather than the daily habit it had briefly become at this time last year (under the The Chairman's wicked influence).]

3) I am not going to drink at home any more
(Other than on special occasions, of course; or when I have a particularly scratchy throat.... )
[Oops! I have to report a dismal failure on this one. I did cut back a fair bit during the early months of the year; but since then, I fear, I have been as bad as, or worse than ever. I've stayed in quite a lot this last 12 months, partly as an economy measure, and partly because I've been ill such a lot. And quiet - lonely! - evenings in with the stereo and the DVD-player aren't much fun without a couple of cans of beer or a nip of whisky or...... Must try harder next year.]

4) I am not going to eat instant noodles more than once a week
[My most conspicuous success of the year. There may have been a few occasions when I consumed 2 or 3 bowls of this insidiously convenient snack food in the same week, or even on consecutive days (getting caught short of groceries during a particularly gruelling spell of work, or during one of the national holidays when most of the restaurants are closed down for a day or two), but I more than compensated for these lapses by managing to go without altogether in many weeks. I doubt if I've eaten more than 25 or 30 all year, probably less than half of last year's figure. Well done, Froogy - keep up the good work.]

5) I am going to cook for myself at least 2 to 3 times a week
[Hm, well, perhaps that wasn't too much of a stretch; I think I had been managing that last year as well. I haven't been cooking for myself (not proper cooking, anyway; I survive too often on soups, salads, and sandwiches) quite as much as I'd like, but I have been keeping my hand in. Could do better - not only more, but more imaginative and varied cooking should be my aim in 2009.]

6) I am going to start hosting dinner parties at my pad around once a month
[Groan! This has been my aim for 4 years now, and I'm still no nearer to making it a reality. The logistical hassles of acquiring nice cutlery, crockery, placemats, candlesticks, tablecloths, etc. are just too daunting, a gumption-test too far. This year, I'll try again. Really, I will.]

7) I am going to be more selective in my gig-going
[Well, I suppose I can claim some sort of success here: my gig-going has been much more restricted this year - but largely because so much was shut down by the Olympics: no Midi Festival, no Chaoyang Pop Festival, no Stone Boat summer season, no outdoor gigs at 2 Kolegas. Bummer! However, this year has seen the emergence of some decent new bands - Fire Balloon, Candy Monster, Mr Mojo - and SUBS and Ziyo continue to be pretty awesome whenever they play. Maybe it's time to start being a little less selective again....]

8) I am going to get back into a daily exercise regime (weights, stretches, jogging, the whole bit - maybe even a bit of yoga or t'ai chi)
[Another sorry failure, I have to confess. I have made intermittent efforts to follow through on this one, but I've never managed to sustain a regular exercise habit for long. Even my jogging has been very sporadic this year. So much stress and hassle and illness, so much early morning working, such poisonous air quality for much of the year - I just haven't had the opportunity to get out and run regularly. I fear I am becoming quite a porker. Next year I am going to make this one work - oh, yes!]

9) I am going to blog less - and try to do some proper writing instead
[No, that just didn't happen at all. I worry that I am perhaps coming to think of blogging as proper writing. Oh, god, NOOOOO.......]

10) I am going to find a girlfriend (maybe not Madame X, but someone, dammit, someone)
[Well, I did try. These things are not entirely within one's own control. My efforts, of course, were marred by episodes of unaccountable recidivism with regard to Madame X. And I wasted the first 6 months or so of the year by allowing myself to become completely smitten with a woman I never even managed to talk to (I might rebuke myself for shyness and indecisiveness on this, but really - I only ever saw her 4 or 5 times, and none of them were auspicious occasions for an introduction: mounting her bicycle to go home outside The Rickshaw late one night, completely surrounded by friends at a noisy rock gig, showing her dad around Houhai when I was out jogging..... Cruel Fate, how you mock me!). Then there were 2 or 3 other proto-infatuations - or perhaps, 'doomed flirtations' would be a better term - over the summer, with women who were about to leave. And then, and then..... ah, well, I made the mistake of starting to become 'involved' with someone who's been a friend for a while, and probably ought to stay just a friend: she's absolutely lovely, but it's never going to work. Damn! My heart has worryingly self-destructive preferences. Definitely need to work at this one again in 2009.]

Friday, March 14, 2008

The Plan

What The Plan is cannot be stated. A secret it must remain; although I can hint at its outlines.

Admittedly there are some details still to be thrashed out. And I leave myself a generous amount of flexibility to allow for unforeseen developments. But, in essence, it's all there. After months (years?) of Planlessness, finally I have a Plan.

It involves giving up - at least temporarily - on Madame X, who has (probably without realising it!) broken my heart and trampled on the pieces over the past few weeks. It involves giving myself some recovery time from that ordeal. It involves exploring some other options. It involves reassessing my romantic situation in the light of that exploration.

It will probably then result in returning to the mire of being-miserably-unregarded-by-X. But at least I will have tried to escape.

Wish me luck. I'm going to need it.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Irresolutions

More experimental scribbing, in the 'list' mode - by-product of some sleepless nights recently.

Now, this is of course prompted by my New Year's resolve to end my long girlfriend famine, but I hasten to point out that I do not have this many options available to me! My life, alas, doesn't have nearly so many different women in it. Some of the women I might potentially be interested in would fit more than one of these tags; others, perhaps, would fit none; many of these, in fact, summarise relationships or interests from the distant past (for example, my scary Aussie bluestocking girlfriend of 10 years ago, The Evil One, really did once say, and probably only half-jokingly, that she was only going out with me because sex was cheaper than a gym membership), rather than current 'prospects'; and many of them are purely hypothetical. This is an outpouring of the creative imagination, OK; it is not necessarily my life. I am not that much of a slut, honestly!

No, in fact, after thus mentally reviewing the whole sorry history of my romantic life over the past twenty-odd years, and after cataloguing every conceivable possibility, however tenuous, for new romantic interests here...... I find that I still can't get beyond the dratted Madame X. Oh dear.



Options

So many options
So many women
So many chances of rejection
So many paths to heartbreak


Who should I choose, who should I risk, who should I ask


The one who laughs at my jokes?
Or the one who merely smiles?

The one who's always too busy?
Or the one who's always around?
The one who likes all the same books?
The one who's heard of my favourite films?
The one who sings so huskily?
The one who dresses so stylishly?
The one with the cute foreign accent?
The one who works behind the bar?

The one who still keeps shards of my heart
Sealed in a jar on her bookshelf?
Or the one whose messages I used to keep
Stored in my phone for months?
The one who turned me down?
The one who might yet change her mind?
The one who ran out on me?
The one who never returns my calls?

The one who married someone else?
Or the one who's about to?
The ones who see me as a husband's or a boyfriend's friend?
The ones who might see me as an extra-marital adventure?

The one who sees me as a pretext for escape
From an unsatisfactory relationship?
The one who sees me as a short-term distraction
And a means of keeping in shape?

The one who sees me as a tortured artist?
The one who sees me as a lost boy?
The one who sees me as just a good friend?
The one who sees me as a comfortable fixture?
The one who sees me as 'safe'?
The one who sees me as 'dangerous'?
The one who sees me as 'a catch'?
The one who sees me as 'a laugh'?


I'd settle for the one who sees me

But the one I want will not see

Friday, November 30, 2007

HBH 55

Madame X

There she goes again
Trampling my heart with those boots,
Killing with her smile.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Recommended Posts, January-March 2008

Guided Tour - recommended posts from the 1st quarter of '08



1) Blue Swirl - 4th January

A favourite abstract photograph, and some thoughts on the pros and cons (mostly cons) of digital photography.


2) Irresolutions - 6th January

I review my sorry romantic history and ponder my current 'prospects' (in a poem!).


3) A worrying sign? - 11th January

I confess to my partiality to a particular brand of baijiu.


4) Possible Band Names - a game you can all play - 12th January

The birth of what quickly became my most commented upon post. I hope it will run and run
.


5) More sage advice - 14th January

Sometimes I come up with my weekly bon mot myself.


6) A warning unheeded - 17th January

I discover an amusing Victorian notice, whose stern moral strictures seem strangely apposite to my recent libidinous encounter with
a quartet of NFL cheerleaders.



Chet Baker becomes the latest of my Unsuitable Role Models. I post a fantastic montage of photographs of the great man from YouTube, accompanied by a performance of Let's Get Lost.


8) Carnival time again! - 19th January

A brief tribute to the smallest but best of the New Orleans carnival season parades, the Krewe du Vieux (in which I have participated three times in the past, and am well overdue another visit to) - includes a YouTube video of the previous year's event.


9) Great Love Songs (2) - 20th January

A lovely song, Gypsy, given a great performance by Suzanne Vega. This is one that has especially strong personal resonances for me
.


10) A bon mot especially for me! - 21st January

My old friend Snopes comes up with some advice which seems sadly pertinent to my becalmed 'love life'.


11) A dating haiku (HBH 64) - 25th January

This pithy little poem (on why some expat women here have such a hard time finding a boyfriend) serves as a useful summary/index page for my famous (infamous?) series of posts on Dating in Beijing.


12) Vodka on the cornflakes - 25th January

My delightful blog-pal
Moonrat puts me on to the latest intriguing culinary experiments from New York.


13) Heavy Metal hero - 27th January

A fan-boy tribute to mainstay of the Beijing music scene, Jaime Welton, and his latest band, the 'Monsters of Rock' tribute outfit, Bad Mamasan.


14) A dating bon mot - 28th January

A great, great line from
Moonrat's boss, eccentric sage, Robert the Publisher.


15) Bu yao Tsingtao! - 30th January

I kick off my campaign (probably doomed - but you gotta try, dontcha?) to try to eradicate the awful Tsingtao beer from the city's bars, and get it replaced with the much nicer local product, Yanjing
.


16) Another you-know-who haiku (HBH 65) - 1st February

I reach the point of (just about) giving up on my doomed infatuation with Madame X. As Fate would have it, later the very same day I fall for someone else...... Dangerous stuff, this poetry.


17) The Grapevine - 4th February

By happy chance, I hear about an 'undercover', invitation-only music event in Beijing over the coming weekend - perhaps the greatest music event of the year here: an intimate 'workshop' with blues harmonica legend
Charlie Musselwhite.


18) Party conversation fragments - 10th February

A long night of boozing produces an unusually varied collection of great lines.


19) The Super Bowl - a great sporting event, a great party excuse - 12th February

Observations on my (unexpected) fondness for American football, and on (far more predictable) fondness for daytime drinking. Also, an anecdote about the most excessive Super Bowl 'party' I've ever indulged in.


20) HBH 67 - 15th February

Another
'Bah, humbug!' at the odious Valentine's Day.


21) Ultimate Chopstick Challenge - 17th February

A game you all can play. A very, very silly game.


22) HBH 68 - 22nd February

A haiku about the novelty of drinking ice-cold shots of vodka out of glasses carved from ice. (Photographic proof appended.)


23) In search of 'value' (I) - 29th February

I notice a worrying pattern to my nights out of late....



24) All a man needs?? - 4th March

An amusing poster I photographed outside a bar in Harbin recently prompts some brooding on the scarcity of decent bars in China.


25) Another competition for you - 4th March

I offer another list of suggestions for the Possible Band Names Competition. The further challenge here is to identify the film quotation source for each of them.


26) Anxious times at The Pool Bar - 13th March

I contemplate the promised replacement of the pool table at my beloved 'local' with some trepidation (unwelcome disruption of my mojo just when I've started playing well again!).


27) The Plan - 14th March

A statement of intent about my newfound determination to do something about my moribund love life (later elaborated here).


28) The elements of a pretty decent St Patrick's night - 18th March

Rather to my surprise, I have a good night out on St Paddy's after all - entirely thanks to Luke and the Pool Bar.


29) Great txt msgs of the world - 22nd March

The Plan miscarries horribly, but at least my torture produces some rueful humour.


30) Nasty - 23rd March

An idyllic Easter Sunday is rather marred by another bizarrely crass example of Bad Service In China. Warning: Not for the squeamish.



31) A delayed St Patrick's Day treat (Great Drinking Songs [4]) - 24th March

My planned St Patrick's Day music special is a week late, because of the blocking of YouTube in China for a couple of weeks following the Tibetan riots earlier in the month. Better late than never - I offer a selection of versions of classic drinking song The Wild Rover, the best of which, I think, is a very old one by The Clancy Brothers
.


32) Another moment of cognitive dissonance - 27th March

I am shocked to discover a picture on the Internet which seems to suggest that Moe's Tavern (home-away-from-home for Homer Simpson and Barney Gumbel) has a pool table.



33) HBH 73 - 28th March

A bitter haiku on my recent romantic disillusionment improbably prompts some research into Web-based 'name generator' toys - and hence we discover my Porn Star Name, my Mafioso Name, my Luchador Name, and more. Another game you all can play.



34) Another three women - 30th March

Just when I had almost given up on women for good, Fate pulls more playful little tricks on me....



Sunday, November 25, 2007

Council of War

Last night, I hooked up with my male drinking buddies - The Choirboy, JB, and the Bengali - for about the first time in a month...... and got very drunk on meng jiu and martinis....

And they took me in hand on the Madame X issue. I have a plan now (sort of), I have my instructions, I have to make something happen in the few short weeks remaining before she takes her Christmas break. Oh, the pressure....

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Recommended Posts, July-September 2009

Another quarterly round-up from last year.  This one will probably be a little shorter than some, since I was away on holiday for half of this period, and suffering from problematical Internet access throughout.



Guided Tour  - recommended posts from the 3rd quarter of 2009


1)  Sympathy with Tom  -  22nd July 2009
On my return to England I find myself experiencing a tantalising moment of near-greatness on the pool table - which prompts me to commiserate, again, with Tom Watson's recent heartbreak on the last green of the British Open.


2)  HBH 142  -  24th July 2009
I find revisiting the stomping grounds of my youth to be a rather disorienting and dispriting experience...


A rather unusual selection for my weekly series of 'wise words'!


4)  HBH 143  -  31st July 2009
For some reason, travelling also sets me to brooding again on my great thwarted romance with 'Madame X'.


5)  The man without condiments  -  31st July 2009
I find myself unexpectedly catering a small dinner party in Oxford.  Unfortunately, my host, Little Anthony, has a very strange kitchen: very generously over-equipped in some respects, alarmingly under-equipped in others.


6)  Lear  -  1st August 2009
A brief review of the Washington Shakespeare Theatre's production of King Lear, starring Stacy Keach, which I'd seen a week or so earlier, at the end of my trip to the States.


7)  The Marlborough House  -  4th August 2009
The closure of yet another of my old student drinking haunts in Oxford provokes some mournful self-reflection...


8)  What they drink in Finland?  -  6th August 2009
My friend Little Anthony, a motorsport journalist just returned from covering the Rally of Finland, is able to enlighten us on this question - the answer is surprising, and rather horrifying.


9)  Chill Penury (and Dirty Tricks)  -  9th August 2009
I am shocked to discover how darned expensive most of the shows at the Edinburgh Fringe have got, with ticket prices seeming to have at least doubled in less than a decade.  I ponder a few suggestions for scoring freebies, but realise that I am far too ethical to adopt any of these.


10)  Set the controls for the heart of URANUS  -  15th August 2009
My researches into an especially pretentious 'speakeasy' cocktail bar in Alexandria, VA. leave me feeling quite incensed (I had been planning to go there, but was emphatically put off the idea).


11)  The Best Cocktail Bar In The World  -  17th August 2009
... is actually in my friend's kitchen.  And all the better for being FREE!  I particularly enjoyed his recreation of 'forgotten classic' The Avenue.


12)  An ominous landmark  -  21st August 2009
I pass my 'Chinaversary' again.... and start to feel that fabled seven-year-itch - with a vengeance!


13)  HBH 146  -  28th August 2009
In celebration of the surprisingly palatable mare's milk baijiu from Mongolia, which is becoming quite a regular 'special' at my favourite bar.


14)  A bon mot from life  -  7th September 2009
I conduct a schizophrenic conversation with myself on the topic of love, etc....


15)  You know you've been in Beijing too long...  -  13th September 2009
.... when bar staff start giving you backchat like this!  My subsequent bon mot for the week was closely related in sentiment.


16)  The Weeble learns a new word  -  24th September 2009
My translator buddy, with his disturbingly nocturnal working - and partying - patterns, had forgotten the conventional concept of 'breakfast'.


17)  Cured?  -  29th September 2009
Am I finally over my last great love affair?  Sort of, almost, maybe.


18)  Tuesday Night Music Club  -  30th September 2009
My favourite neighbourhood music bar Jianghu has instituted a Tuesday jazz jam.  I am particularly intrigued by a Chinese lady drummer who's started showing up to it.


Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Now We Are Five

The anniversary celebration last night was predictably brain-damaging.

I managed to round up half a dozen or so of the usual suspects, and a couple of the more unusual ones as well, for an early evening rendezvous in the new, improved, better-than-ever Nanjie (not officially open yet; but it does look very promising - good central location, two floors, large wraparound New Orleans-style balcony)..... which inexorably evolved into a late-evening sidewalk session outside a nearby hole-in-the-wall, munching kebabs.

The Choirboy and his suave Bengali chum then took it upon themselves to interrogate me ruthlessly about the status of my 'affair' with Madame X, using 'truth serum' (meng jiu, the surprisingly agreeable but very, very deadly Mongolian spirit that most of these little restaurants sell in individual-serving shot glasses).

In my state of advanced sleep deprivation and dehydration, this was just a little bit more alcohol than I should have imbibed...... Feeling very droopy in the office today.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

IPD - the mystery of love explained (maybe)

It could be the secret that Mankind has been searching for all these years - the ultimate key to understanding physical attraction.

I know this guy, The Younger Dr P (junior sibling of my oldest friend, The Egregious Dr P), an eye specialist, who has hatched this theory that the most important component of attractiveness (at least in women.... at least in women that he fancies) is the IPD. That's the Inter-Pupillary Distance, the space between the centre of your left eye and the centre of your right.

Now, of course, we all know that proportion is a crucial element of aesthetics. So, I had initially supposed that the good doctor's theory would be based on identifying an ideal ratio between the IPD and the width of the face, or the width of the eye, or the height of the forehead (or some complex and subtle combination of these measurements, and perhaps others too).

"No!" he corrected me, with a 'mad scientist' gleam in his eye. "It's a constant."

He has a figure in mind, a precise number of millimetres between the centres of the pupils that corresponds to perfect pulchritude. I think he told me what it was once, but I can't now recall. It's probably just as well: such potent knowledge should be kept from the general public - or we'd all be going around with calipers in our pockets, ready to size up potential dates on the basis of exactly how far apart their eyes were.

I confess, I am more than a little sceptical of the doctor's conclusion. I suspect that he has merely found that there is a consistent IPD to which he is attracted; and that this just happens to conform to a certain size of woman and size of face that he is also attracted to, so the proportionality is also perfect. I have fancied women of many different shapes, heights, and head sizes, and I'm sure some of them would have looked, well, funny, if they'd all had the exact same IPD.

Furthermore, I doubt if this can be an objective truth. If there is value in the 'constant IPD' theory of attractiveness, I think it must be in recognising that there is an ideal IPD for each of us (perhaps the same as our own? or do we like girls whose eyes are slightly closer together than ours?), rather than that there's a single standard for the whole of humanity.

It's an intriguing notion, though, eh?



And I can find some consolation in it: Madame X's eyes, alas, are set just a little wider apart than I really care for (although I think it's a matter of proportion, rather than absolute distance). I must try to focus on this fact. Despite managing (almost) to go cold turkey on her since the start of the year, I find that 6 months on I have still not quite shaken off my unfortunate fixation. Sigh.

Friday, July 23, 2010

HBH 192

Her name still haunts, taunts:
Mentioned in conversation,
Pricks the heart anew.


Coincidence conspires against me again. After a long lapse of silence, and blessed forgetfulness, suddenly in the last week I've had a string of people talking to me about Madame X. Damn, I'm still a little messed up about that one!

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Three Women

Just now, I happened to remember the imminent birthday of my most recent ex, The Poet, and, wishing her a happy day, ended up getting into a little SMS exchange, setting up a possible date (Platonic, of course) for later in the week.

While I was doing that, I received an e-mail from a friend in the UK - one of several I've met through my experiment with Internet dating, but the only one with whom I might have been tempted to pursue a closer relationship. She is possibly the cleverest, kindest, nicest woman I know, and I have a huge soft spot for her. She has always been interested and supportive through my various romantic misadventures; she was, in particular, a great comfort through the long despair that accompanied the failure of my relationship with The Poet. She hadn't been in touch for quite a while now, and was asking for my 'news'...... so I felt prompted to start analysing the state of play with my current romantic obsession, 'Madame X'. And that's not a promising situation.

A strange coincidence that these three women for whom I have the fondest feelings should all collide in my thoughts at the same time. Cruel Fate, why......?

Perhaps it's the onset of Seasonal Affective Disorder; perhaps it's overtiredness from a string of late nights and a tedious afternoon of editing work; perhaps it's the excessive emotional lubrication that results from celebrating the end of the editing with a pint of rum'n'coke..... but I find myself sitting here with moist cheeks....

When it comes to women, I am a hopeless, hopeless case....

Friday, April 15, 2011

Riposte

The other week, a friend was trying to goad me into joining him at a ridiculously overpriced bar.*

I responded: "Or I could just set fire to a pile of money. That way, at least my ancestors might have a good time."




* The bar was Face, a Shanghai transplant with Shanghai prices - round about twice as expensive across the board as almost any other bar in Beijing (other than hotel bars or members' clubs, that is; and it's really not at that level of swankiness). I went in a few times when it first opened three or four years ago, and thought it showed promise. The prices, I think, were not quite so stupid back then. The staff were very good. And they did things like ask you what kind of gin you wanted in your G&T, something that was unheard of in The Jing back then. And they did a proper 'happy hour' - everything half price. However, I had a particularly dispiriting experience there with Madame X, my great thwarted infatuation of a few years ago (not the bar's fault, but it was an unhappy memory that rather deterred me from returning). And it is rather off the beaten track for me. And too damned expensive. I hadn't been there in a year or two.

And yet, strangely, I have a group of friends who have made the place a fairly regular after-work rendezvous. They've built up a good relationship with the staff there. And they seem to like the fact that they almost always have the place completely to themselves (if the bar has any custom at all, I assume it must be the high-rollers who like the air of 'exclusivity' engendered by the ridiculously high prices, and are actually put off by a 'happy hour' that might entice the riff-raff in; early evening, the place is almost invariably deserted). And, from time to time, they badger me into joining them. I am usually resistant. I hadn't answered the call in well over a year, perhaps nearer to two. But a few weeks back, I gave in.... and was horrified by how much worse the place has become.

Even my friends admit the place is losing much of whatever 'charm' it once had for them. The prices have got steeper. Several of the long-standing staff have left recently. They no longer ask you about your gin preference. Indeed, the 'happy hour' tariff now seems to be restricted to just a few items: 30 kuai for a glass of Carlsberg (yep, a glass; just 250ml, I think) or a mixed drink (the G&T is made with a 'house gin' that they decline to identify for you; I've had weaker ones, but it is served - heretically - in a tall glass, with far more ice than either gin or tonic water; not good). 30 kuai???? That's full price - more than full price - at most other places. How can they expect to compete with the generous 'happy hours' at nearby Scarlett or Fubar or George's? Well, maybe they don't want to.

But WHY do my friends still go there?  It makes no sense. I must try to break them of this foolishness.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

New Resolutions

It has been my habit in the past couple of years to post my New Year's resolutions on here. Well, last year I just repeated the ones from 2008 - and, to be honest, I've done indifferently well in keeping to any of them. So, rather than recycle them yet again, I thought I'd better come up with an entirely new - and more earnest, more achievable - set of goals for this year.



1) I am going to finish unpacking and get my apartment straightened out by this weekend.
[It's 5 weeks, no, god, nearly 6 weeks now since I moved in, and.... well, I haven't really moved in. Half my stuff is still in boxes and the place is a complete tip. This can't go on. Well, it all too easily could go on, perhaps indefinitely; especially since I am contemplating a move again in 4 or 5 months. But I must not let it go on. I must not let myself become that much of a bachelor slob. Oh no.]

2) I am going to have a party at the beginning of next month.
[A housewarming party is always de rigueur, I feel, even if it is two months after the event. This may provide the necessary extra incentive I need to get moving on Resolution No. 1. And I haven't had a party in nearly three years.]

3) I am finally going to stop moping about Madame X.
[Well, she's leaving. That should make it easier. Eventually.]

4) I am going to visit Bangladesh.
[Well, if my 'open invitation' still stands, that is. I have no particular interest in the country itself, but it is relatively inexpensive to get to. And it is - for the next few months, at least - where last year's great crush-ette, The Bombshell, resides.]


5) I am going to get a paid writing gig by the middle of this year.
[Um, I've no idea how or where yet. I really need to work on the details of this one a little more. I've been offered things in the past with the local expat listings mags, but turned them down because the fees were negligible. I might have to re-think that: I suppose they do at least help you to start building a marketable portfolio. It's very difficult to pitch yourself to worthwhile publications on the basis of a few English teaching magazines and a blog.]


6) I am going to break myself of my 'pool divination' superstition.
[Wow - a double resolution here: I am going to sort out my love life while retaining or recapturing my pool-playing mojo!! It has never happened before in my entire lifetime, but I have to believe that it is possible.]

7) I am going to invest in a bar or restaurant.
[I don't have much in the way of savings to invest, but I figure I ought to be trying to put that money to work somehow. I've been looking for an opportunity for six years now - but have never found a partner I could completely trust, or a prospect that was anything other than a moneypit. But this year I'm going to look a bit harder. Oh yes, 2010 will the the year.]

8) I am going to complete the Great Wall Marathon this May.
[This is a nice, clearcut goal - but it's something of a tall order, given how out of shape I am, and that I haven't run much in the last three months, and that I've been plagued by injuries and ill health for the last two or three years, and that we're having one of the coldest winters here in years and it doesn't look like it's going to be possible to go running outside for quite some time yet... But I like a challenge!]



And the original 10 resolutions from the last two years are all very worthwhile (and achievable!) aims too, so I will revisit them and try to pull off the clean sweep this year (my endlessly deferred ambition to start holding occasional dinner parties at my place is the one that I'm keenest to make a reality before springtime).
Wish me luck!

Saturday, December 01, 2007

The best planned lays

My schemes to make a move on Madame X have miscarried spectacularly this week.

This has largely been due to the fact that I have been extravagantly drunk for the last 3 days.

My drunkenness has no doubt largely been due to the fact that I am terrified of pressing the issue.

Equally terrified of rejection and acceptance.

50 sit-ups and a cold shower and a couple of strong cups of coffee...... and I may think about trying again.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Happy Birthday, Worm!

Today - I had almost forgotten - is apparently the 4th Birthday Bash for

The Bookworm.

Gosh, is it really that long?  I suppose it must be, because Beijing's firework ban was officially lifted for Chinese New Year 2006, and I remember being in The Worm - with only the owner, Alex, and a few friends - on New Year's Eve, sheltering from the storm of ordnance outside, often unable to continue our conversation over the thunderous racket which seemed to last, without lull or intermission, from late afternoon until the wee small hours of the following morning.  (Subsequent years have been mild by comparison, believe me.)

The Worm also holds a special place in my personal history because it is where I met the love of my life (well, one of them).  And, indeed, the fateful, frivolous, eternally frustrating Madame X; and a fair number of other distractions & infatuations.

So, I wish everyone well at The Worm tonight.  And I'd like to join them for the party. But.... well, I don't think I know anyone who's going (many of my pals seem to have quit the city already, leaving early for October 1st holidays).  And it's Sanlitun on a Friday night - ugh!!!

No, I think I'll wait until the big celebration for next year's 5th Anniversary....


Sunday, December 02, 2007

Return of the Mojo

Maybe it's the new set of balls. (The old set were cratered like the surface of the Moon, and gave a lot of bad 'kicks'.)

Maybe it's the suddenly much-improved music selection. (There used to be a pretty narrow playlist on the boss's computer - with a long sequence of early Bob Marley recordings being the only real pool-playing music.... and sudden random outbreaks of crappy boy-band schmaltz anthems or droningly repetitive techno trance dance offal likely to completely spoil the mood at any moment. But last night, we had a superb run of heavy rock I'd never heard in there before: Guns'n'Roses, Aerosmith, Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath. And AC/DC. Superb! Now, that is pool-playing music!!)

Maybe it was the rare evening of alcoholic moderation which had preceded the session.

Or maybe it's just the fact that I have had so many late nights recently that I have re-programmed my body-clock such that my brain is now at its most alert and focused between 12 midnight and 1.30am.

Whatever it was, suddenly my pool mojo is back!

Much as I love The Pool Bar as a drinking den, it has not been kind to my game. The table has deteriorated rapidly over the past few months (although Luke, the owner, promises that he is finally going to get it refurbished some time later this week): it's now behaving so eccentrically that it undermines your judgement of the angles, and makes it almost completely impossible to play anything slow. My confidence has taken a pounding from a long losing record. There are too many players who are just too good for me in there. And I simply haven't been playing well: my technique's been getting shaky - I haven't even managed to give many people a good game in weeks, and victories have been very, very few.

Last night, I really was planning on a much-needed 'early' night. But I was walking home after dinner, and The Pool Bar was on the way. I couldn't resist putting my head around the door, just to say 'hi', just to see who might be in there. As it happened, two English buddies, MA and DS, were in there. Both very tough opponents. I think MA is, in fact, on his day, the best pool player I've seen in China..... probably a little better even than The Chairman (he certainly has a stronger technique and greater consistency; but may perhaps lack the uncanny, seemingly unconsidered positional genius of Chairman Tony, the notorious Chairmanizing 'luck'). I have still to set up a 'challenge match' between them to determine the issue.

In such company, I was hesitant about putting my name up on the board, but..... heck, I'm never one to duck a challenge. And the night was still young (well, not yet quite midnight!!).

MA was not quite at his best. He gave me a few chances that he does not normally give. But I played well. I won. I beat his mate DS as well. Then I beat MA again. Unbelievable! OK, then they both beat me. But I was still playing well. I was beginning to think the magic might be fading, though. I was well after 1am now. They both decided they ought to call it quits for the night. I thought I'd stay just a little bit longer, to offer a game to one of the best Chinese players in there. Now, he had looked to be on white-hot form. But, somehow or other, I managed to beat him too. Twice.

Last night, it all just started coming together for me. I was relaxed and confident, striking the balls smoothly, judging the angles well, raising my game when under pressure. In all the games I won, I had been substantially behind, and fought my way back into contention. In most of them I had to pull off a 3- or 4-ball clearance (on one occasion, I think, a 5-ball clearance) to win.

Good times.

Of course, I worry that it is a bad omen for the Madame X situation.....