Fuck-Off No, not you, dear reader…that’s what it announced on the tee-shirt of one of my more demure, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth students, (Maggie, I think). Uh-oh…do I have a closet rebel in the class making a ‘statement’ or…? Better nip ‘it’ in the bud, whatever ‘it’ might be. I wandered over to Belinda, my lovely and indispensable translator, and quietly pointed out the naughty word, indicating that we should really have a chat with Maggie. Belinda flushed with embarrassment: apparently walking around with naughty words is not the done thing in China…not at all the done thing... “Hi, Maggie” (me being all semi-stern, but not really…) “Hello, Mr. Jefferies?” looking quizzical, with that ‘what have I done?’ look. “Maggie, er…do you know what
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