Two deaths for Daddy (Rousse)

Posted on February 7, 2020 by Dreamaticus

Both the hospital and EasyDeath had lied. It was impossible that those ashes in the box on the mantelpiece were my father’s because here he was still clinging to life, looking for fish in a low river with my mother and a bunch of friends on a beautiful summer’s day.

Granted, my father gave a good impression of popping his clogs in December 2018, but in reality he had just slipped into a very deep coma. I dreaded the coming months and being forced to endure the trauma of my father’s decline and death for a second time.

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Tom Hanks – police officer, lover (Belle)

Posted on February 5, 2020 by Dreamaticus

I had a police interview organised and was told to meet Officer Andy in the pub. Initially I was nervous but he seemed to be happy with my answers. I had to leave on an errand and promised to come back to finish our conversation. When I returned, he wasn’t there and I realised I was disappointed. Later, when he appeared, we were suddenly all over each other. “This connection is amazing“, he said.  I wanted to cringe, but he was speaking in Tom Hanks‘ voice which seemed to make it more acceptable. “Yes”, I said, “your square to my wavy lines”.

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Tall, dark, skinny, brainy men wanted (Rousse)

Posted on February 4, 2020 by Dreamaticus

“How did you select him?” asked my friend as she scanned the form of my new beau.

“Oh, he’s usual type”, I replied “Tall, dark, skinny and brainy, and – this time – with curly hair”.

The young man was delighted to overhear that he was considered ‘brainy’. Meanwhile I cast a glance at TPR and he winked back at me. There was no way that this young man could be considered clever. I was merely flattering him.

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Secret agent Rousse

Posted on February 2, 2020 by Dreamaticus

My new job title was ‘Secret agent’, and my first task to decipher the coded instructions that detailed my contract. TPR was also appointed at the same time. Our cover story was that we were academics who worked in a outlying suburb of Edinburgh.

Our first mission was to uncover the plans of the other employees who were plotting against our new boss. When this woman intimated to me that I had been selected for my role not only for my high intelligence, but because I was known to work beyond 8pm each night, I considered switching side to join the plotters myself.

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Filthy rich families fight over weddings in space (Belle)

Posted on January 30, 2020 by Dreamaticus

A group of Saudi billionaires had promised India’s richest man that his daughters could be married in space. Sadly the technology had failed and the rockets had never taken off.  Billions of dollars of broadcasting rights had been sold and the dispute spiralled out of control – the countries were on the brink of war.

Eventually, the daughters arrived in Saudi Arabia on a diplomatic mission. Wearing emerald green and gold, they walked elegantly down the airplane steps and the crowds cheered. Any thoughts of conflict were forgotten.

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A bulging blackberry bath hat win (Rousse)

Posted on January 28, 2020 by Dreamaticus

SC and I were competing in a river game. As our boat floated several feet above water, we stretched out long rods to pick up booty from beneath us. There were points for sticks retrieved from the water, piles of dry leaves scooped from the river bank, etc.

When I saw a bulging bath hat beneath us, I was intrigued. It was crammed full with a crop of fresh blackberries. I reached down to lift it into our boat. I would now surely win the competition.

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Jimmy Savile back from the dead and on TV again (Rousse)

Posted on January 28, 2020 by Dreamaticus

Jimmy Savile was back from the dead and on television again. We – unwittingly – were honoured guests in the studio because, Savile claimed, we had “beaten the system”.

He menaced us in front of the camera by waving plastic body parts on a string in front of our appalled faces.

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Dissertation draft literature review disappoints (Rousse)

Posted on January 24, 2020 by Dreamaticus

I had promised my new PhD student that there was nothing to fear at the review meeting – but this was before I realised that she was under the impression that it was appropriate to submit a chapter of creative writing at this stage of her study. The reviewers expected a draft PhD thesis literature review.

The chair of the meeting, who also happened to be Head of School, made no attempt to hide her anger. She was absolutely furious.

Later, I felt obliged to give fail grades to a bunch of final year students who thought that scribbled lists on a whiteboard would pass muster as concept maps.

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Killer Brillo pads (Belle)

Posted on January 23, 2020 by Dreamaticus

A student was showing me his paper-based Breakfast Survey which he was distributing to commuters at Brockley station. I challenged him, angrily:

“So basically you’re simply asking people at which of the expensive cafes near the station they bought their breakfast? What about normal people like me who make their own breakfast before they go to the station? And can you explain please why ‘swede’ is down as a breakfast food option?”

The Daily Telegraph featured an interactive story that combined picturesque villages covered in bunting with steam trains and had a headline along the lines of “How Great is Great Britain? It’s the Greatest!”.

A colleague was holding a noisy speakerphone interview in the common room. “Now, Andrew, oven cleaning pads kill over 20% of the population of Honduras. Can you tell us more about this story please?”  We were going to turn this interview into a podcast.

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Umbrellas for pit bulls, HRT for boyfriends (Belle)

Posted on January 21, 2020 by Dreamaticus

I was in New York in a downpour. A man on stilts wearing a bright red commissionaire’s uniform was holding an umbrella over a gentleman’s pit bull as they crossed the road. As they got closer to me, I saw the commissionaire wasn’t on stilts but was actually standing on the shoulders of another similarly uniformed commissionaire.

In New York I was living in an apartment that doubled as a restaurant and I kept cooking their leftover steaks and moaning about how they tasted ‘American’.

A friend’s ex husband wanted me to tell all the other men (my flatmate’s boyfriends) to leave the apartment and I made it very clear I would do no such thing and eventually told him to leave, using mainly swear words.

I suddenly remembered that one of my flatmates (JW) had been in the army. Now she was an artist. Her paintings of cliched gypsy caravans made me cringe but apparently made her a lot of money.

Then my ex-boyfriend turned up and started swallowing hormone replacement tablets.

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