Author Archives: Dreamaticus

Mostly unknowns at the online information relaunch (Rousse)

They tried to bring back the annual international online information meeting, but it just wasn’t the same. A couple of unknown academics from an equally unknown university were supposedly in charge. They didn’t seem to be coping very well. I … Continue reading

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A French affair (Rousse)

The only way to get into the French hall of residence was to balance on wobbly podiums attached to the outside of the building, then leap from there into the dodgy lift. Once inside the lift you had to perform … Continue reading

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Flour revenge (Rousse)

My sister criticised me for transporting flour. I took my revenge by tipping some over her head.

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A private sparkler candle display (Rousse)

I urged the others to hurry to the table. I’d set it with sparkler candles. At this rate I’d be the only one to see them in action.

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Cambridge encounter avoidance tactics (Rousse)

‘Cambridge’ I heard her say – with meaning. I looked up and saw that awful woman. I hadn’t expected to come across her again so soon after our first encounter, but here she was. This time I vowed to keep … Continue reading

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Making up for a deep offence (Rousse)

Someone at the party had deeply offended the oldest guests in attendance. Mr and Mrs S stormed out without saying goodbye. I had to do something! I chased them up Dundas Street to offer them a lift home.

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Marcus Brigstocke takes to the stage with mother and daughter duo (Rousse)

Marcus Brigstocke settled his mother and (possibly) his brother into seats in the front row, then took to the podium. ‘Gosh, he’s getting on a bit’, I thought, catching sight of his balding pate and observing his wider-than-last-time waistline. After … Continue reading

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The ugly pumpkin-headed baby (Rousse)

HR trotted down the steps with her boyfriend and their pumpkin-headed baby. Meanwhile HR’s Australian ex-boyfriend was lying on a sofa in our back room, complaining that he was lonely. We had to keep these people apart. I ran outside … Continue reading

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Never trust an ice-skater (Rousse)

All this time I had occupied the same office and never appreciated that at the far end there was a café, a cinema and an ice rink. Some of the ice-skaters looked a bit shifty. I would need to lock … Continue reading

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A storybook bedroom with spiral staircase (Rousse)

My husband and I snuggled down together in a bedroom that could have featured on the pages of a children’s storybook. The walls were papered with jolly seaside scenes, traditional toys were scattered on the floor, and ornamental mechanical soldiers, … Continue reading

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