You are probably not surprised to hear that the air in
Beijing is totally not very. While it's not yet reached the record-breaking levels
of early last year, it's one of the longest stretches of particularly bad
pollution I've experienced since I've been here. I have a near-constant
headache. My skin has had a teenage tantrum, no doubt to spite my earlier joy
at how it had cleared up. My chest is tight. I regularly fight an urge to run
outside and punch the air in its stupid, soupy face.
I went out to celebrate my birthday the other night, and the
official plan to drink and do a pub quiz and drink some more then slur songs
into a microphone fell by the wayside a short time after a triumphant bronze
finish in said quiz. I am sure this was partly because the air gave everyone a
headache, a cough and a bleak outlook, quite aside from the fact that one or
more of us may have collapsed a lung had we attempted to belt out Dog Days Are
Over.
It was then, dear reader, that I realised this smog had gone
beyond being merely unhealthy - it had bloody well stopped me from doing
karaoke. I will not let this happen on my watch. With at least another week of this
blank, grey canvas ahead, I need a bright side.* So without further ado, may I
present six reasons to be cheerful. About smog.