Tag Archives: University of Birmingham

Shoes, socks and underwear in Swindon (Rousse)

In a strappy black vest top and black trousers, I probably wasn’t suitably dressed for a memorial service – even if I had the approval of AH who peered lustily down my cleavage. My main concern was the fashion faux … Continue reading

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University of Birmingham releases exam marks 29 years late (Rousse)

It was about 06:00am when I heard someone come in through the back door of the flat and make their way into the kitchen. I leapt out of bed, pulled on some pyjamas, and went to confront the burglars. What … Continue reading

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The hottest tickets in town (Rousse)

My former classmate, and erstwhile rock god, HJ battled his way past his excited fans to shake TPR’s hand and give me a massive hug. At 6’3″ he’d grown somewhat since I last saw him on the campus of the … Continue reading

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Happy times at the Manor House (Rousse)

TPR and I lived in two modest suites at the University’s of Birmingham’s Manor House. In the summer months we had the run of the building, but when term started in September we were more restricted. For example, it was … Continue reading

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An unhappy WAG (Rousse)

As an international sportsman, my husband spent weeks away from home touring the world. I pined for him from my bare room at the University of Birmingham’s Manor House. If this lifestyle continued, I would need to take a lover. … Continue reading

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David Mitchell’s ancestors and Rabelais (Rousse)

David Mitchell and I were meant to be studying, but we kept on catching one another’s eye across the library table. As I wondered what it must be like to be married to him (lucky Victoria Coren) I found it … Continue reading

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