Tag Archives: London

A Rousse-Belle reunion (Rousse)

In London. Saw Belle. Happy.

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Medical emergency at King’s Cross, Richard Curtis style (Rousse)

It was as if we were in the middle of a script of a Richard Curtis film, where all the female characters were in love with the same man. I belted one of the other girls with my handbag when … Continue reading

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Fugitive leaves stairless London office to join Texan start-up (Rousse)

We didn’t know why they had removed the staircase. Without it, the London office was very difficult to navigate. As best we could, P and I hunted for A. However, he seeemed to have disappeared. We later learnt that A … Continue reading

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Risky whisky expenses (Rousse)

TPR jumped into my London hotel bed at 05:00am. “Where have you been?” I asked. “I thought you were at home?” “No, I have been drinking whisky in the bar downstairs. Tomorrow I have a meeting with Sun Microsystems in … Continue reading

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Unshod on a London Routemaster bus (Rousse)

After all the fuss it took to book a vintage Routemaster bus to take us to the railway station for a special trip to London by train, I was very disappointed that only TPR and I turned up. Then there … Continue reading

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Hanky panky in the headmaster’s office (Rousse)

It was my first day back at school and, before lessons even started, I was called into the headmaster’s office for turning up late. I tried to explain that after years of working in academia I was completely unused to … Continue reading

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A lost briefcase (Rousse)

I could tell that AC was losing patience with me when, once again, I admitted that I had lost my briefcase. We would now miss the train to London while we looked for my belongings. Was I really to blame … Continue reading

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