Monthly Archives: May 2010

Belle multitasks

After accidentally joining in with a roller-skating crocodile of commuters, and admiring some pretty factories, I was leafing through a book called The fishing communities of New Hampshire (when really I was trying to remember the name ‘Munich’).

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Detective Belle

I was a corporate Nancy Drew and I discovered the vital clue in the paper trail: a Pizza Express receipt.

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New market for conference delegates identified (Rousse)

A penguin wanted to come to the conference on 28 June.

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Lost belongings (Rousse)

The rope of the pallet carrying our belongings over the gorge slipped and half its cargo – including Bertie the collie dog, two cats and all the chickens – tumbled into the torrent below. The crane driver was unmoved; I … Continue reading

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Belle’s bathing beauties

I gave baths to young men with back problems in New Cross Gate.

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Rousse marries

I entered into a civil partnership with Dame Vera Lynn.

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Vampire carnival (Belle)

I was looking after a beagle during a vampire carnival. I was jealous of a woman who had the key to the costume museum and kept changing clothes. The beagle ran away from me.

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Belle competes with grain

I was taking part in an international sandwich competition and didn’t know what to do with the grain. My life depended on it.

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Just another busy day for Belle

I was on a course where I was put on a team with a 3 foot tall man. We had to work on a project for a fish finger hotel. Then I guerilla-gardened some roses in Bromley, and accidently had … Continue reading

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Literary snogging (Rousse)

I fell in love with someone completely unsuitable. We were snogging in an Edinburgh wheelie bin, Beckett fashion.

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