Pete Murphy mistaken for Liam Neeson (Rousse)

I was determined that the engineering students gained an appreciation of social research methods. They needed access to a decent textbook so I took one down to the library to add to its stock.

A photograph dropped out of the book when I handed it over to the librarian. The picture was of Pete Murphy. The engineering lecturers with me in the library insisted that I was wrong and that the man depicted was Liam Neeson. If they couldn’t distinguish the lead singer of 80s goth band Bauhaus from a Hollywood film star, how would they ever appreciate the subtleties of qualitative research?

SK, now blind, bumped into me as I was leaving the library. She was delighted to ‘see’ me and confirmed our lunch date in the British Library the following week.

Back out on the street I found a tiny abandoned miniature foal lying on the pavement. I called my father the vet to find out how to treat it.

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A white Christmas in Edinburgh (Rousse)

We spent the afternoon watching old films on television in the sitting room. Fortunately nobody sat on the green-threaded needles that KT found at my end of the sofa.

Then, when we saw that snow had fallen late in the day and we technically had a white Christmas, we set off for a walk across the frozen wastes above Edinburgh. The route was tricky in places, especially along the wrought iron ladder that you had to climb backwards.

Suddenly I found myself alone separated from TPR. A gang of teenage boys attempted to kidnap me and I only just managed to escape – by biting and tickling them.

Free once more I headed home on the bus along London Road, admiring the enormous faded paper poppies that the council had placed as Christmas decoration in the branches of the trees that lined the street.

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An academic affair in New York (Rousse)

This should not have been the highlight of the New York conference, but I was extremely flattered to be the object of CDX’s affections. It barely crossed my mind that TPR would not approve of my affair.

In any case, we only slept together three times, and I reckoned that if it was OK with CDX’s third wife, then nor would my first husband be bothered.

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Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre recruits new performer (Rousse)

It was only on my way to the gig in Paris that I realised the folly of my offer to Kevin F Sutherland to put on the season’s first performance of the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre.

I didn’t know the lines, couldn’t do the accent, and there was no way that I would be able to make the right puppet speak at the right time. Kev’s business would go belly up – all because of me.

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Lost in London and Paris (Rousse)

I was lost in London, late for a 10:00 meeting at the Chartered Institute of Library and Information Professionals, without my mobile phone – indeed without even cash to use a public telephone.

Then, to make matters worse, I realised that I wasn’t in London at all. Notre Dame on the Île de la Cité to the right gave the biggest clue to my real whereabouts: Paris.

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Liberty lawn cotton and unfashionable wallpaper (Rousse)

Two of my school friends (one KMcL) dressed in Liberty lawn cotton blouses admired my bedroom wallpaper.

Meanwhile JB made snide remarks that it was ‘unfashionable’.

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Rivals vie for boat trip business from Miavig, Isle of Lewis (Rousse)

There was a new company offering boat trips from Miavig on the Isle of Lewis. However, I was sure that it would soon go out of business because it failed to adhere to health and safety requirements. For example, I was expected to cling to the side of the RIB without the use of handles.

We looked on in envy at the party from the guest house, enjoying a picnic on Pabay courtesy of the established boat trip business.

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A revealing silk jacket (Belle)

I couldn’t wait to see RB wearing the silk blouson jacket I had bought him. Featuring a cutesy kitten design, it was cut deliberately short so that six inches of his tummy would be on display.

He seemed to really like it but when I saw his flat stomach, and realised how good the jacket looked on him, I realised I was seething with jealousy.

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Charity shop Whimsies and a sand slide bring joy to the office (Rousse)

My new office space was appalling. I was shown to a tiny table with a computer at the end end of a long narrow room that accommodated around a dozen academics and research students. On the blue desk next to mine there was even an open access machine for undergraduate students!

It was incredibly noisy, and with so many distractions (not least PhD students) I was forever missing classes and meetings. SS would not be pleased that I did not turn up for the risk assessment training session.

The only aspect of work that I now enjoyed was discussing the Whimsies that FR regularly picked up in charity shops, and playing on the sand slide with BP.

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New York’s latest spa craze is total wee wee (Belle)

I was visiting New York on business and I had no idea why the hipster librarian had decided I must visit the city’s trendiest spa.  I was told the full story.  The owner of the spa had been rootling around in her cellar and had found paint tins full of her great-grandfather’s urine, all dated and sealed.  Convinced of the health-giving properties of 100-year old wee wee, she had launched this spa.

In the dance studio, people were being led in an ancient Grecian dance routine while daubing the wee onto the foreheads.  Already horrified, I was told this was simply the beginner session. As people progressed through the rooms in the spa, the treatments became even more ‘intense’.  I decided to leave.

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