Getting a taxi in Beijing nowadays is increasingly a game of luck. One needs that perfect combination of right time, right place and the right people.
From the time we found out we were having twin girls, my wife and I have been daydreaming about what their futures might hold.
One of my neighbors believed that "foreigners" have wiggly intestines while Chinese intestines are straight.
It's no secret that traffic in China is often horrendous.
In December 2011, Xie Jianping's peers offered him a seat among the elite of the Chinese Academy of Engineering.
"My name is Ellie. I washed chocolate off my hands this morning." They all understood.
I'm filled with horror and righteous indignation. Why? I've just read The Flowers of War.
I'm thinking of starting a charity, one that will address an urgent and ever-worsening problem in China.
At home in the UK, I dread Nov 5. It's not the fact that the shops are already pumping out Bing Crosby with exhausting pre-Christmas zeal. It's the fireworks.
At 12:37 pm, the elegant and futuristic-looking bullet train zips out of Jiaxing station.
The chilled January wind swirled dust across our path as my Dutch friend and I walked down a side street just east of the Beijing Foreign Studies University.
University students from China studying in the United States don't look like they used to.