• From Try Lines to Limoncello – A March to Remember

    13th March 2010 Why on earth did I say yes? Agreeing to officiate at Harborough RUFC’s Sevens competition sounded harmless enough at the time, a bit of light touchline flag-waving, some fresh air, a few muddy lads charging about. But when I turned up at 11.00 am on a bitterly cold Sunday morning, I quickly… Continue Reading

  • Back to Blighty: Bikes, Bingo & Bouncing Boys

    2nd May 2010 Our early departure from Shanghai left us both feeling a bit glum, cut short before we’d had our fill of dumplings and neon skylines. But landing at Heathrow brought a strange sort of relief, especially knowing we could finally relieve Charlotte of her saintly watch over Jamie and Sarah. Parenting by proxy… Continue Reading

  • Maglev Mania and the Standby Shuffle

    23rd April 2010 As usual, I was up before Sue had so much as blinked an eyelid. After breakfasting solo, I trotted off to the Crowne Plaza for my daily fix of the Shanghai Times and a satisfying go at the crossword (I’ll admit to a bit of guessing). I returned to the Ibis to… Continue Reading

  • Shanghai Shenanigans and a Tunnel with Disco Fever

    22nd April 2010 After breakfast and a bit of faffing about, we decided Shanghai was calling. Luckily, the Metro was just a short stroll away. Once we’d mastered the mysterious art of the ticket machine (which, it must be said, made more sense than the average British parking meter), we hopped aboard a packed but… Continue Reading

  • Ashes to Asia: The Great Shanghai Lock-In

    19th April 2010 As we returned from the airport, we decided to hop on the afternoon shuttle bus to Tai Mai Market. This proved unexpectedly fortunate. As we sat on the bus, another British couple climbed aboard and struck up a conversation. They informed us, somewhat gleefully, that they’d rebooked their return flight for the… Continue Reading

  • Cake, Cameras and a Car for Lucas

      7th March 2010 I’ve had a birthday. Jamie brought a cake, and he and Sue serenaded me with a version of Happy Birthday that could charitably be described as brave. I don’t recall ever having a birthday cake as a child, though that might be selective memory or simple repression, but given my lifelong… Continue Reading