
Over at Iain Dale’s podcast of ghastly people, I am interviewed about Chairman Mao, who remains, of course, the Sun in Our Hearts.

Over at Iain Dale’s podcast of ghastly people, I am interviewed about Chairman Mao, who remains, of course, the Sun in Our Hearts.
That title sounds like a lyric in a 1970’s Western pop song. .^_^
One of my party pieces in the 1990s was to “translate” Surfing Bird as if it were a poem in Chinese: “Dad took a spear and he stabbed the nearest cat / he twirled it around and chucked it on the roof….” or something like that.