Post Christmas and more thoughts on TEFL stuff

We're All foreign, Aren't We?


Well… Christmas was actually quite good! The standard 12-4 work shift (I live in a pub, so working on Christmas day is a requisite – 60 quid for 4 hours work is decent), pub grub for Christmas and loads of films that are on every year (good job I have the memory of a goldfish). I got some money, clothes – the standard 23 year old fare. Beyond this, I’ve spent a majority of the last few days reading up on teaching english in China. This has been for two reasons:

– I can’t be arsed to revise

– I have a serious bout of man-flu (thus not feeling great enough to go out, buy clothes and get smashed)


It begs one serious question though: Where to teach in China?


Because it’s such a bloody big country and it’s so damn populated, there’s obviously a lot of options and…

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Read and Sing Holiday Style

English with a Smile

Things to Read in the Holidays

Here are a few stories I recommend you to read.

1)   Fat by Marie Potoczny

I’m sure you’ve thought about changing a few things here and there in 2014. Have you? Well, then you will enjoy this hilarious story about a fat girl who starts a slimming down diet. Don’t get too thin, or too weird, like the girl in the story. Especially be very wary when things start rolling out of you…

This story is an easy read.

“I was doing that one night, standing there, trying to look thin when I felt something tumble out of my fat rolls onto the wood floor with a little plastic clink and roll under the bed. I got down on my hands and knees, reached under the bed, and picked it up. It was a roll of cherry-flavored ChapStick I thought I’d lost a…

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A Christmas Carol by Dickens 5.


Suppose it should not be done enough! Suppose it should
break in turning out! Suppose somebody should have got
over the wall of the back-yard, and stolen it, while they
were merry with the goose–a supposition at which the two
young Cratchits became livid! All sorts of horrors were

Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of
the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the
cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook’s next
door to each other, with a laundress’s next door to that!
That was the pudding! In half a minute Mrs. Cratchit
entered–flushed, but smiling proudly–with the pudding,
like a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half
of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with
Christmas holly stuck into the top.

Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly
too, that he regarded it as the greatest…

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A Christmas Carol by Dickens 6.


“Let the charwoman alone to be the first!” cried she who
had entered first. “Let the laundress alone to be the second;
and let the undertaker’s man alone to be the third. Look
here, old Joe, here’s a chance! If we haven’t all three met
here without meaning it!”

“You couldn’t have met in a better place,” said old Joe,
removing his pipe from his mouth. “Come into the parlour.
You were made free of it long ago, you know; and the other
two an’t strangers. Stop till I shut the door of the shop.
Ah! How it skreeks! There an’t such a rusty bit of metal
in the place as its own hinges, I believe; and I’m sure there’s
no such old bones here, as mine. Ha, ha! We’re all suitable
to our calling, we’re well matched. Come into the
parlour. Come into the parlour.”

The parlour was the…

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