2007 was the dullest CNY I ever had – no gatherings, no potlucks, no dine-ins, no photo shoots, no memories. I only got my mandarin oranges, some CNY tong-tong-chang mp3 songs, an IDD call card to call home, ‘xin nian kuai le’ wishes from Chinese friends when clock strikes 12 midnight, and a complementary angpow (red packets) worth £20 from