REMIND me, I asked Kenny Chan who has the Kweilin in Dundas Street, which year is this? He first had to consult with his charming staff. "The Year of the Rat," he said. Wrong, I said, having checked with the business pages. The Year of the Economic Downturn.
You'd never guess. Four months since Derek and Brenda Tang moved out after running the Cantonese restaurant for ever and handed over to Kenny. A safe pair of hands, they predicted, and he is carrying on in the manner to which the clientele were accus
tomed in food and ambience.
"I plan to stamp my own personality on the Kweilin in time. Like Derek, I'm very much front-of-house, so I'm always here to take the flak. I've had next to none so far, believe me."
What's noticeable are the chairs. "Sourced from Hong Kong" and unmistakably Chinese in style. The Year of the New Chairs.
Wide of the mark Snared in a gridlock, conceived by Gallumphing Gallagher, the tram company's heid bummer, you have ample time gaze out onto Edinburgh's heavyweights pounding the pavements. Folk of great girth. The four bellies (or four bums) brigade, never to be confused with Gazza's minder, Jimmy Five Bellies.
Next time you're so doing, bear in mind the cost of treating the UK's obese on the NHS is expected to reach £6 billion by 2015. That's a lot of blubber.You could worry yourself thin just thinking about it.
What a cad Call me what you will, just don't call me callous. This is a Bambi heart oozing compassion. Somehow, though, I can't summon a smidgeon of sympathy for Michael Todd, Manchester police chief and prospective top British cop.
They found him dead on a Welsh mountain, bottle by his side. Todd couldn't live with himself and little wonder. He was, if the maths is correct, having his way with a dozen (twelve) female colleagues. Some have been named, shamed and pictured in the papers.
Champion cheat. Cad of cads. For the life of me, I cannot comprehend his brutally betrayed wife "forgiving" him. Almost as difficult to sympathise with her, too. So I know what you're thinking and you may be right. In truth, this sure ain't no Bambi heart.
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