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[Alec]

Your humble author

Curious what the Chinese thought of London’s 8 minute skit at Sunday night’s closing ceremony? Here are a few titbits I can share having been in the sweaty audience:

1. They love David Beckham. BIG cheer.
2. Next to no-one understood who the lollipop lady was.
3. Most were puzzled why the little girl was walking across the backs of the dancers. Does everyone in London walk like that?
4. Even those who speak English couldn’t understand what the hell Leona Lewis was singing (b.t.w., I wonder if she lip-synched?).

Online, one netizen was impressed Britain only spent £2 million. Most of which, I venture, went to Beckham for kicking a football all of twenty yards. But here’s my pick of the comments I read:

i especially hated the outfit of the leona lewis and the gal playing the violin. i wud have rather enjoyed elton john singing on his piano.

There’s time yet, come 2012. I think we’re desperate enough.

A new day …

… a new blog. The focus of Six will be what young Chinese in Beijing are thinking, talking and frittering away their time on. If the future belongs to China (according to some), and a country’s youth is its future (according to most), then China owns all young people. This disturbing syllogism aside, China’s ‘rise’ is likely to be defined by my generation: it sure isn’t finished today, which marks the end of the Olympics. That’s a beginning in disguise.

Six reoccurring characters will emerge in a narrative. The focus is a soft one, with plenty else creeping in at the sides. It always seems to, in China.

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