We were coming back from Ikea and walked out of Oxford Circus tube with a wheely suitcase full of cheap crockery for the flat.... every time the suitcase hit a bump, all the shit inside banged together making a slightly worrying "ching" noise.
As we stop at a crossing alongside a rather large Chinese family My girlfriend looks at me bumping the suitcase along and, in her not exactly subtle Chesterfield accent, loudly proclaims:
"I DON'T LIKE ALL THESE FUCKING CHINKS... err... I mean the sounds that the china in our case is making! I mean...."

