So some kind gentleman (or, for that matter, lady) suddenly made my Mastercard available to the World, which meant that suddenly I was charged with everything from female underclothing and subscriptions to the Conservative Party to a weekend excursion to Kabul and a four course meal at Li Fung's French Restaurant, 14 Democracy Street, Beijing. Oh, what joy to spend a day trying to remember to whom you have to supply the number of thee placement card before you are charged for failing to pay regular bills . . . Yes, yes, it's what makes life worth living. Onward and upward.
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