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Edinburgh's Central Mosque - best open-air scrumptious public curry kitchen in the so-called British Isles.
I am reading a BOOK in CHINESE! I know, it's great, isn't it. No-one ever did that before. Well, I'm quite excited anyway. My first book. It doesn't feature friendly cartoon dogs, though. It's an awful cul portage account of a Beijing punk girl and all the endless reams of men she becomes hideously emotionally dependent on because she has no self-esteem or even identity. ("So then we went to his flat. As we were lying there on the bed, I asked him if he loved me. He said he didn't. After a while I went home and got shouted at by my mother. I hated school and my teachers thought I was crazy. How can I go on living without the guidance counsellor I fantasized about several years ago?") It's called 北京娃娃。I chose it because I opened it at random in the library and discovered I could understand everything on the page.