Hong Kong - Nov 7th 06

I entirely forgot to mention the other day that as I was wandering about in Wan Chai I bumped into a gentleman with his small Scotty Dog. Bloomin gorgeous wee thing. What is it about Scotties, that when you’re abroad you feel that you have the right to speak to them, because at one point in their genetic history they pertained to your home nation? It’s perhaps just because they’re just lovely little schnuffily dogs.

After work last night we went to a restaurant not far from our rehearsal space on the Kowloon side of the water.

I tried something called (excuse my phonetic spelling here) “Seelon Bau”. Apparently it comes from the colder parts of China, where they have a greater need of bulky foods to keep warm.

It’s basically a small parcel of meat wrapped in a lovely rice pastry that is steamed. As it steams it gives off a soup liquid inside the parcel, so that when you bite in to it, it runs down your chin and ruins your t shirt. Oh and it tastes absolutely delicious. Yum!

There was a similar style of thing that was baked which wasn’t too bad either.

Sean was saying that he’d often thought a fine idea would be to set up a stall in Edinburgh offering Seelon Bau to the drunks of a winter’s evening. I think he’d make a packet.

(See also Italo Cavino’s “If on a winters night… a pissed person…”)