"The Yangtze flows east Washing away A thousand ages of great men. West of the ramparts People say Are the fables Red Cliffs of young Zhou of the Three Kingdoms. Rebellious rocks pierce the sky Frightening waves rip the bank The backwash churns vast snowy swells River and mountains like a painting how many heroes passed them, once ..."

"Once, Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuangzi. But he didn't know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi."

Lunch at Burj al Arab

2011 lunch visit to the Al Muntaha overhanging restaurant on the 27th floor of the Burj al Arab with friend (and fellow budding comedian). Thanks out to Kitmeng for arranging this.