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I've been invited to my boyfriend's parents for Chinese New Year this year. 'Nothing unusual in that' you say? Nothing apart from the fact that I'll be the only non-Chinese person there. Being the girlfriend of a BBC isn't without its issues. My grandmother continues to have a complete inability to say his surname (Ng, which she pronounces 'Nug', though I'm starting to suspect that she does it more to make me laugh than anything). People are forever telling me that I will have 'beautiful babies' (surely my babies will be beautiful whoever I have them with?) And there is the usual perception by other white people that I am adept with a pair of chopsticks, having private tuition from my boyfriend. It goes without saying that I am perhaps the world's worst user of chopsticks... |