The twin responsibilities of work and making calories be in my body have got in the way of updating the old blogola. So apologies. I had a pizza at a really nice pizza place last night. What was it like? I'll tell you. Imagine James Bond is in Shanghai and he wants to meet a fellow spy (probably a bird, raven hair, large boobs, called Honey Blowjob or something) in a mid-priced, smart BUT discreet, pizza joint. This is where he'd go. If he was Yu he'd find the dough a bit chewy but otherwise he'd be pretty pleased with it. If he was me he'd be delighted with everything especially, you've guessed it, the price of the Tsing Tsao and he'd be trying to look at the bird's knockers without being caught.
Anyhoo. As I said, it's a bit busy at the moment so here's a few pics.
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| The Pudong (no really) from a bar at the top of a bloody big building. |
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| Literally a Chinese dentist. Ha ha ha ha ha aha ha ha ha. |
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| Two boats on the mighty Haunagpu. Some smog in the background. Some water in the foreground. |
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