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A miracle landing, and donkeys and surfers in Stockon-on-Tees (Rousse)

Despite all the warnings BP, EH and I all elected to take a flight during the terror alert. I should not have been surprised when about an hour from our destination the cabin lights went out and the air supply … Continue reading

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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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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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Naked housework, phone swapping, and Doctor Who accessories (Rousse)

Naked, I tidied up my London flat. I moved slices of white bread from the first floor sitting room windowsill to the kitchen where they belonged. When I returned downstairs a fat woman brandishing a gun confronted me in the … Continue reading

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Three services for late academic (Rousse)

My colleague BEX was dead. Instead of a single funeral, three services were due to take place in honour of his memory. One was in an Anglican church, another in a Catholic cathedral, and the third was the private family … Continue reading

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