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Toilet drugs haul (Rousse)

I heard that there was “free stuff” in the men’s toilets. I hovered by the door and managed to catch a glimpse of the goods on a desk: a mix of pink 40th and 50th birthday cards, plus some pens … Continue reading

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Rousse’s unintended drug overdose

I was struggling to make sense of the huge American hotel and how to navigate my way up and down the building by escalator and lift. It was very obvious that I was a stranger here, so I was an … Continue reading

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How to survive the first week of term (Rousse)

My work life was falling to pieces: the only computer available to me for running a complex statistical package was an ancient XT; my first tutorial of the academic year lasted only 30 minutes because I hadn’t prepared enough material; … Continue reading

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Rousse dismantles international drug trafficking ring

My role in the efforts to combat international drug trafficking was so important that I was forced into hiding. Meanwhile my learned pal CO and buzzy AB worked tirelessly to ensure that I would never be discovered across the border … Continue reading

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Monkey on drugs (Belle)

Now that the monkey had moved into my childhood home, I realised just how easily I had been tricked. Far from liking me, it became obvious that it was simply looking for somewhere comfortable to take heroin.

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Belle goes on holiday

It was so long since I had been on holiday, I had no idea whether this was normal. The only lunch option was ‘creamed magic mushrooms on ciabatta’. Later the flea market turned into a fists-out bunfight as shoppers tore … Continue reading

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Belle is disturbed by the mini-Salvation Army

Tired and hungover, my attempts to sleep in were thwarted by the children playing in the carport under my bedroom window. I begged them to be quieter but it is difficult to muffle Salvation Army musical instruments, junior size or … Continue reading

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Rousse battles unconvention at a funeral, naked on the train, and with her man

It was a tragedy. Cousin R caught a cold on the golf course and promptly dropped dead. Now everyone was gathered for his less than conventional funeral. This included not only a scruffy, elderly bride in a dirty mauve dress … Continue reading

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Drugs raids ruin City living (Belle)

The Barbican became the centre of a series of ill-judged Metropolitan Police drug raids. Then the service at the Chinese fast-food restaurant started to go downhill. Once again, they gave me the wrong paperback with my order, and my friend … Continue reading

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Recreational drugs, a sleep-over, and Kevin Whately (Rousse)

The side-effects of extensive experimentation with recreational drugs in my youth became a serious problem in middle age. My super-sensitive hearing amplified any ambient noise in the environment. During the day the bursts of sound were mildly irritating. However, at … Continue reading

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