Author Archives: Dreamaticus

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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Belle the crime-fighting, fast car-driving, spy

Once again, I was a crime-fighting, fast car-driving spy.

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A la recherche du criminel (Belle)

I was in a black and white 1960s world with a bunch of wives of former French presidents. We were attempting to identify a serial killer.

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Belle and Rousse meet up (Rousse)

Belle and I met up to discuss our dreams.

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Desert and opera (Belle)

I went to see a tank graveyard in the desert, where all the parts looked like bits of Gene Hunt’s quattro. Then I attended a children’s Oliver directed by two fat dads who wrote Gilbert and Sullivanesque lyrics for themselves. … Continue reading →

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The Chinese dictator and new house mates (Belle)

I bowed to a Chinese dictator (from the back row where they put the ugly people) and moved in with a man and a dog. ======= When living in a squat in Southwark I was approached by a big man … Continue reading →

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Belle’s sister’s shoes

My fourth sister lived in between floors in a house so her feet dangled out the ceiling in StartRite shoes.

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Rousse removed from campus

There was no room at the inn for me when my Head of School realised that the only way that she would get an office herself was to deny me one on campus FOREVER.

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Mark Kermode does a runner (Belle)

Ron Jeremy was paid £20 to dance at a warehouse party but Mark Kermode disappeared without paying him.

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Dead grandmother tweets (Rousse)

I found my granny in a hidden room at parents’ house. When I asked how someone I thought was dead was still alive my mother told me that the French minister at Granny’s funeral had been bribed to hold a … Continue reading →

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