There's a market near where I live that sells 'phones' (that may not be what they appear to be) along with thousands of utterly tasteless & 'blingy' backs that might appear a baragin at 9.99 on Ebay back in the UK but can be bought for 3 quid here...and a wonderful man who fixes our phones when they go dicky (or in my case when I fall over drunk and smash my new iphone 5)...he really does deserve an OBE or whatever they have here, because he's never failed in his task yet and charges a fraction of the price the Apple shop does, even if it's terrifying to watch as he sets about your pride & joy with a bread knife, hammer & superglue (see an earlier blog)...
Anyway, we'd gone in to get a chum's phone fixed, but while we were wandering round, I loved the photo I took of a little kiddy sat by her parents, legs inside the display cabinet, eating her lunch. Dead cute.
They'd bought food from a...er...well, they don't really have cafe's here...and it's certainly not a restaurant...have a look at the photo...note the lovely damp patch on the wall by the tables (and the VERY alert security guard sat on the steps...like a coiled spring ready to pounce!!)...what a place to bring someone on a red hot date? To be fair, I've tried to be brave & 'go with the flow' & eaten in some right grim places but also enjoyed some fantastic food...but I think I'll give this one a miss...
We had a good night out on Friday, and instead of a taxi, we got a ride back in one of those bike things that has a couple of seats in a box behind it...not quite a tut-tut, but a similar thing. The girly was lovely and we agreed the princly sum of 20 RMB (2 quid) although I felt guilty watching her peddle in the boiling heat with us two strapping blokes sat behind her. We were fascinated by the view of her red knickers (equivalent of 'builders bum'), but she turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, because when we arrived and I offered her the correct money, she took a 100 RMB note from me instead, indicating she wanted to get rid of some change...and she slipped in a couple of fake notes that everyone has spotted a mile off when I've tried to pass them on since - like bloody Monopoly money. talk about taking advantage of a couple of slighty drunk & innocent British blokes... Lesson learned...and I hope her fat arse gets piles so she can't work for a month...
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