Dreamaticus fame draws in the fans (Rousse)

Posted on August 13, 2019 by Dreamaticus

‘Oh yes, I read that on Dreamaticus this morning’ I overheard AN say.

I couldn’t wait to tell Belle that senior academics start their day by browsing our famed dream blog.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Tattooed body litter lookalike (Rousse)

Posted on August 12, 2019 by Dreamaticus

A teenager on a bobsleigh whizzed past the house and accidentally scooped up TPR. The unintended hitch-hiker was eventually deposited in the sea.

As TPR emerged bare chested from the waves I noticed that he had acquired yet another tattoo. The word ‘Wiley’ was stamped across his torso.

‘You look more and more like a piece of litter with every act of vandalism inked onto your body’, I complained.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Footwear planters for lost love (Rousse)

Posted on August 10, 2019 by Dreamaticus

I finally twigged that the person opposite was flirting with me and that this was my chance to offer an invitation back to my room. That said, I was aware some other young people at the bar were teasing my companion for investing any interest in me at all, most likely due to our age difference.

Would their actions determine whether or not the invitation would be accepted? My hesitation cost me the date when my companion wandered off with a bunch of contemporaries to a house party in a flooded street.

I now found myself all alone outside a florist disguised as an ordinary terraced house. As compensation for my disappointment, I bought some herbs potted in colourful child-sized Wellington boots.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Twin sorting in New York (Rousse)

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Dreamaticus

A large park in New York was the destination for our school reunion. I arrived by bike.

My first challenge was to separate out the twins.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Unwelcome in Radcliffe-on-Trent (Rousse)

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Dreamaticus

I took a huge risk crossing the strait by canoe without a life-jacket, but made it safely to Radcliffe-on-Trent.

I realised my mistake the moment that I intercepted my sister-in-law JLR and niece F, who were on their way to the swimming pool for the afternoon. My ‘surprise’ was to them an extremely unwelcome interruption to their regular routine.

I said that I would check into the closest Premier Inn rather than impose myself on them. (In any case, I couldn’t remember their address, and I now doubted that JLR would ever give it to me.)

When I heard that RJH was also in the vicinity, I invited him to join me at the hotel.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

A very short-lived relationship with Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson (Belle)

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Dreamaticus

I moved in with The Rock (Dwayne Johnson) and admired the massive double bed with a crisp white bedspread. However, by teatime, Dwayne had moved out and Andy Samberg had let his small daughter drive – and wreck – my car.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

A wandering whiteboard and a late PhD submission (Rousse)

Posted on August 7, 2019 by Dreamaticus

After all the expense of transporting it, I returned to Edinburgh from Glasgow without my precious mini whiteboard. It was fortunate that my cousin EB had a suitcase large enough to carry it back to Bristol by plane, although I had no idea how I would retrieve it from the south of England before the start of the new academic year.

My other worry was my second PhD. Would I complete it by the end of the summer, or was I now looking at a Christmas submission?

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Best friends with a fishing rod vandal in Chamberlain Square (Belle)

Posted on August 7, 2019 by Dreamaticus

The view from my desk was one over Chamberlain Square in Birmingham. I watched as a woman reversed out of an office door and eventually emerged wielding two 30-foot fishing poles. The first thing she did was bring bring down a telephone wire.

I charged across the Square to challenge her. Had she reported the damage? Why was she just smirking at me? She frustrated me so much I tried to strangle here, but when that didn’t work, we became best friends.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Belle and Spain have a messy break-up

Posted on August 7, 2019 by Dreamaticus

I was being manipulated into declaring war against Spain. Spain’s solicitor had written to me asking for its assets back. Without permission, my solicitor had replied that Spain could go stuff itself and we’d see it on the battlefield.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The mark of a dyslexic (Rousse)

Posted on August 6, 2019 by Dreamaticus

AO was so severely dyslexic that he bought me a fancy pencil case with the boy’s name Mark incorporated into the design.

When I questioned his choice of present, he confessed that he had no idea what the text said. However, he thought that the sprig of purple flowers on the front might indicate my name.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment