The eleventh of November, remembrance Sunday in the UK, National Bachelors day in China (not surprising considering the completely lop-sided male to female ratio in this country), but, the day when the Chinese Government turned on my heating. The last week and a half has seen me sporting two layers of bed clothing, among which included a jumper and my walking socks (imagine thick wooly football socks but only half the length) in my struggle to maintain that 37 degrees Celsius that my body has become so accustomed to. Never the less, victory is indeed mine!

I hate UCAS!

There, I said it! The thing is, I know that 90% of British students agree with me. It just seems like such an impersonal way of applying to university. Not to mention how much I abhor any agent who I believe will lower my chances of success in any field but am unfortunately compelled to go through because of loyalties or Joint-bloody-Ventures (something that is quickly becoming fashionable here in such a capitalist haven). More and more it's starting to remind me of everything I hate back home. It's a good job that most of the bureaucratic bar-stewards are confined to the metropolis areas and leave China's most beautiful country side open to the tourist industry to exploit and deface.

Findings include:

The 20 funniest pictures...Apparently. mmm...That's all I got