An over-ambitious walk (Rousse)

My school friends PM, SR and I embarked on a ludicrous 200 mile walk from Edinburgh to Hexham and back. Our goal was to cover the course in one day. We didn’t make it.

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Queen and Duke of Edinburgh spend Christmas with commoners in Northumberland (Rousse)

The Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh decided to break with tradition and spend Christmas away from Sandringham. Instead of surrounding themselves with members of their own family, the royal couple accepted an invitation to celebrate the festivities at my parents’ house in Northumberland.

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Scandal of Yorkshire tourist information office that charges visitors to look at the moon (Rousse)

We visited widower K in a Yorkshire village. He, along with his two small sons and daughter, seemed to be coping well since the death of his wife. I noticed that the little girl’s nails needed cutting, but she knew this and assured me that she would deal with it herself.

One of the attractions of K’s village was its famous view of the moon. TPR and I climbed the steep hill to check it out. We returned by abseiling down a perilous cliff face, clinging for dear life to the rope that held us.

When we entered the tourist information office back in the village centre the man on the desk issued us with tickets for our moon walk. “That will be £27 each” he said. I refused to pay on the basis that looking at the moon was free of charge. He responded that dodging the charge was as heinous a crime as rape. He was quite taken aback with the tirade of feminist fury that his comment prompted.

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An orphan’s treat cut short (Rousse)

I volunteered to help with the orphans by taking charge of a very snotty two year old. A male colleague and I chaperoned the toddler around town following instructions issued by a lady dressed in a brown tartan outfit.

Unfortunately we lost our instructor at a bus stop and had no idea what to do next. The only option was to trek across snowy Calton Hill back to Waverley Court to return the child to the care of the City of Edinburgh Council.

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Richard Osman: unrequited love, unwanted sprouts (Belle)

I was in the back seat of a car driven by Richard Osman.  As I looked out of the window I once again felt the sharp pain of unrequited love. 

He parked the car and dashed into his house, returning with a gift for me.  It was beautifully wrapped in thick clear plastic and tied with a royal blue ribbon.  When I opened it, however, I was disappointed to find only baby sprouts, sprout tops and coriander seeds. 

When we arrived at my house, my mother had left us all a drink of watered down, warm Baileys Irish Cream.  When I picked up my glass it shattered into a thousand pieces.  Obviously, she was still trying to kill me.

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David Mitchell’s photography one-upmanship lands university professor in trouble (Rousse)

David Mitchell showed me his DSLR camera and its a full range of lenses. It was then – two days into our two week holiday touring the Scottish highlands – that I realised that I only had the telephoto lens for my own camera. I had left everything else at home. Although it would be a pain, it was worth turning back 28 miles to return to Edinburgh the next day and collect the rest of my photography equipment. In any case, someone was needed to take my little sister’s friend back to town after a night away with my family, so I might as well do this at the same time.

The next morning we set off for the city by foot. Crossing the moorland riddled with ditches was very difficult. In some places the track disappeared completely, and in others it was replaced by rope ladders and zip wires.

At sea level we eventually reached a National Trust visitor centre. We walked past the main exhibition and into the street where we were greeted by one of the mothers of my little sister’s friends. She said that she could tell that we were desperate for a car, handed over a bunch of keys, and ran off into the distance.

From the keys in my hand it looked like I had a choice of a Lotus sports car, a mark 3 Ford Granada, and a Range Rover. All I needed to do now is identify from the row of parked cars one that matched a key, and then we’d soon be on our way. This was not as easy as it seemed – there were far too many cars to check – and I soon realised that I needed to recruit some help. I identified a group of my little sister’s friends and bent down to talk to them.

I’d barely spent two minutes with the children when a busybody raced up to us and hauled me away from them. When I explained what I was doing she declared that this was just the kind of evidence to prove that I was a child abductor. I rejected this as ridiculous, adding that I was a university professor. “Even better” she replied “I can’t wait to see how the Sun will use that information in the headline when you are convicted”. With this she marched me off to the police station.

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Films stars and seals meet their maker on Devon beach (Rousse)

TPR sat on a bar stool at the other end of the café. While chatting away to some random woman, he glanced in my direction and winked the message “Don’t worry, I know I’m yours. I’ll be over to you soon”.

While I waited for him I helped a family rearrange some tables so that they could sit together. Then we all watched with a growing sense of alarm as yet another film star’s name was added to the list on the café’s whiteboard. How many more would die on that Devon beach?

Later the same day TPR and I walked down to the sea ourselves, taking a route through the potato field. The entire shoreline was lined with dead seals.

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Simpsons character unleashes latest computer virus (Rousse)

Suddenly a picture of Rosemary from the Simpsons flashed up on my computer screen. This was the signal that I had long feared.

It only meant one thing: the virus had started its attack. I watched in horror as it worked its way through all the directories on my PC, deleting every single file. Immediately afterwards it set to work on the two Macs sitting on the kitchen table, and then my iPhone.

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Chat cures all in medical practice staffed by volunteer “doctor” (Rousse)

There was a staff shortage at the doctor’s surgery so TPR stepped in to help (even though he had no medical qualifications whatsoever). When I asked how he was getting on he assured me that all was fine.

Apparently most patients who visit their doctor aren’t ill. What they need is time to chat rather than a detailed medical consultation.

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Adventures in Aberystwyth (Rousse)

Aberystwyth was buzzing with activity: ET-S was organising some event to collect data for her doctoral research; I was invited to deliver a keynote speech at the university; the theatre was running a “white festival” where everyone dressed in white; and plans were underway for the summer reopening the municipal swimming pond (a lake in the woods).

When I arrived in town, accompanied by TPR, I was received like a visiting deity. A recent graduate of Aberystwyth University brought her boss-eyed daughter to me for a blessing. I knew in my heart that I did not have the power to cure her affliction.

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