Just out of the sight of TPR, AC was getting a little too amorous with me under the tarpaulin. My excuse to leave him there on his own was rather weak:
‘I need to get some labels from my office so that I can sort out my bags of foreign coins’.
Just out of the sight of TPR, AC was getting a little too amorous with me under the tarpaulin. My excuse to leave him there on his own was rather weak:
‘I need to get some labels from my office so that I can sort out my bags of foreign coins’.
How could I hit the slopes in DayGlo green and purple ski-wear?
This was all TPR’s fault. I should never have allowed him to pack our cases for our last minute ski holiday.
Thanks to the new Orthographic Rules the North Yorkshire market town of Settle (home to 2,564) was now twinned with Seattle (the biggest city in Washington State with a population of 686,800).
Apart from six letters in their names, these two places had nothing in common.
Virtually everyone in my department was travelling to London by plane – but I was the most daring of them all, setting off with no passport nor luggage, clutching an old-fashioned paper ticket.
My bra was very uncomfortable. I had to keep adjusting it under my black vest top.
I did my best not to draw attention to myself. I didn’t want anyone to think that I was about to return to my naughty habit of going topless in the office.
It wasn’t even a special birthday, but everyone had gone to a lot of trouble to celebrate it with me. They hired an entire East Coast train for a trip to London, with a stop off along the way for a paddle in the North Sea at Whitby.
It was here that SPL revealed that everyone had chipped in £34 each to fund the trip. I was pretty sure that this small amount of money could not have covered everything. The hire of the train, the holiday voucher, and the year’s gym membership must have cost a fortune.
I sunbathed inside a cage.
Kevin Spacey pursued some of his more unusual hobbies with both men and women in a remote corner of Dumfries and Galloway at a guest house frequented by many other American visitors.
An old colleague (DP-G) could always talk me into anything. After she was called away to a dog-sitting emergency, she convinced me to take her place in a mixed-pair rapping competition.
I met my rapping partner in the lecture theatre and tried to learn the lyrics. The panic began to set in. It was obvious that I was going to have to stand on stage reading the lyrics off the paper rather than performing. Also I wasn’t sure I could deliver the “liver and onions” and “tripe” lines with the appropriate level of humour. My next action was inevitable. I ran away.