What to not wear (anywhere) (Rousse)

All week LM had been wandering the gym floor in her fitness instructor uniform. Now that it was Saturday morning she had changed into a full length taffeta ball gown. The dress was embarrassingly vile. Its ballooning peach skirt was topped with a burgundy bodice with shawl combo. LM explained that she was wearing the dress in the gym to practise her moves as a bridesmaid for a wedding that afternoon. I didn’t dare ask who created this hideous outfit, but I was sure that MSB would have much to say about it.

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Sex change surgery marriage trap (Rousse)

Tall, slim, out-going, blonde and beautiful, Sharon would someday make someone a lovely wife. As far as I was concerned, however, the time was not now. In addition, when the happy day eventually came, I expected that her groom would be a good, straight man.

So why was this woman introducing me to all her friends and family as her fiancé, while dropping private hints about my forthcoming sex change? We barely knew one another, and the thought of surgery terrified me. Didn’t she know that there was no way I could consider living with someone when I hadn’t even confirmed that the potential partner shared my neatness obsession?

In complete misery, then, I arranged a secret rendez-vous at Loch Lomond with TPR. I was hopeful that he could rescue me from this terrible marriage-with-surgery trap. Perhaps he would marry me instead? When he revealed that he was leaving the country for a new job in Italy I knew all was lost. I stumbled in shock, and slid all the way down the grassy bank to the water.

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A surprising new role (Belle)

This new entrepreneurial venture had taken me unawares. Was I really a landlady of this seaside bed and breakfast operation? Who had decorated the place with net curtains and rich red velvets? And since when had I taken up smoking?

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A day out with Ian Rankin (Rousse)

I was unsure why I was entertaining Ian Rankin at my kitchen table, but it had to happen eventually. I’d been (unintentionally) stalking him in Edinburgh for years, or – as I often joked – he’d been stalking me. Plonked next to him I summoned up the courage to ask if he enjoyed the Uncaged Monkeys at the EICC in May, or the Band of Joy gig at the Usher Hall a year ago. (I managed to contain myself and refrain from boasting that we had better seats than him at the latter, and met Robert Plant, Marco Giovino and the other band members at the after-show party.) Ian seemed to like me and rewarded my witty banter with a chaste wet kiss on the cheek. I quickly wiped it away, blushing modestly, yet secretly delighted.

Afterwards we went for a walk to Portobello, hoping to discover the beautiful park that everyone admired. All we found, however, was a bare coastal path that led to a large shopping mall. When we asked a passer-by for directions I was surprised that he showed no recognition of one of the most famous faces in town. Still we couldn’t find the park so instead we admired the Japanese mountains across the Forth, while discussing @Beathhigh’s Twitter conversations with our mutual friend DT.

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Secret military airbase at Edinburgh airport harbours unexpected relations (Rousse)

I knew that it was too good to be true, but this didn’t stop my enjoying the company of my long-dead aunt, uncle and grandmother when I stumbled across them living happily together in a small house on the edge of the secret military airbase next to Edinburgh airport. It was also comforting to know that although he wasn’t with us in person on this occasion, BT (also dead several years) was spending the day out drinking in town with my (very much alive) friend JH.

My relations all looked fabulous, especially my aunt. All slim and fit, she was just back from the dentist who had issued her with clean bill of dental health. Granny dressed daringly in a baggy Kate Middleton-themed royal wedding souvenir “Frankie says” T shirt. The over-sized white lettering on navy blue shouted “Call me Kate!”

What puzzled VJ, KT and I as visitors was the quantity of children milling about the house. I only knew three boy cousins, but here there were at least another eight younger siblings. I cornered one and asked how many there were in total. “We don’t know” came the reply, “Mummy just says that we are now full”. The stress of looking after everyone may have accounted for my aunt’s lunchtime habit of diluting her tomato juice with a pint of red wine. I didn’t blame her and – as she pointed out herself – her little treat would not harm anyone else.

It turned out that one of my newly identified cousins was school teacher. I discovered this when I asked about the two large screens in the sitting room. One of the younger boys explained that his elder sister Lesley used them to access to the national Scottish teachers’ network. He then taught me how to hack into it. I wondered who thought up the system’s sorry name of “Gloom”.

This was not the only technology that puzzled me: more was found in the toilets. When I popped out to use the facilities at the airbase I noticed that everything was adapted for the special needs of athletes and military personnel. I had no idea that plumbing could be so sophisticated.

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Home improvement – with sheep (Rousse)

The Edinburgh New Town by Brendan MacNeill

The Edinburgh New Town by Brendan MacNeill

The house was a-buzz with DIY and related domestic projects. While my university friend SB hosed down the steps to our New Town basement, TPR dismantled the broken external door handle to take for repair by the locksmith. It was astonishing that we hadn’t been burgled in the fortnight that the door to the posh sitting room had lain open. A canny thief would have had a field day amongst our priceless antiques.

Meanwhile in the kitchen the decorators found a succession of wall calendars dating back three decades. They stacked them up, all ready for me to archive. Curious to see whether our lives had always been quite so busy I flicked through the calendar entries all the way back to the 1990s. I felt a wave of nostalgia as I reached that period when we seriously considered moving south to London.

Later in the day, when I was waiting for the slow (but reliable) plumber from Cambridge to arrive and install a brand new underfloor heating system, I watched the upstairs neighbour add to a growing pile of life-size metal-framed sheep statues in the street next to the communal rubbish bins. I wondered how I could secretly sneak them back into the building and home them in our flat. I really needed to discuss my tactics with someone else so I invited our landlady in for a chat over coffee. Politely she refused: sharing hot beverages with the tenants was liable to be classed as a perk of her job, and she couldn’t afford to take the risk of being taxed on taking breaks.

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Rousse the scone thief

The serving staff tried to shoo us out of the dining room by telling us to come back when it opened for breakfast. We stood our ground, refusing to leave hungry. Eventually some cellophane-wrapped green taco shells were found for us. We reluctantly accepted this offering and were just about to set off again when we spied a tray of freshly-baked sultana and cherry scones on a distant table. This was more like it! We hurried over, stole a good selection, then made our escape.

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Streisand marries Nolte – and Palin! (Belle)

I was awake all night. How fortunate then that a television set had mysteriously appeared at the foot of the bed. I was able to watch two full feature films.

In the first, Barbra Streisand was married to Nick Nolte. He took her to a shop, totally empty except for a reggae DJ and a set of decks and speakers. Nolte’s character slowly removed a 12 inch single from its shrink wrapping, handed it to the DJ and, as the music started, embraced his wife. As the scene became more explicit, they were interrupted by the phone ringing. It was the in-laws who wanted to ask Barbra’s character exactly how she was feeling. This had been an elaborate ploy by the husband to encourage his wife to be more conversational in bed. This was the last straw for the wife, whose character later married Michael Palin.

It later emerged that every character in the movie was revealed through a different piece of music.

The second film, starring Doris Day, was called ‘By Quiet Creek’. Later I was able to describe the films to a friend, so that I could illustrate how little I had slept.

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I collected every item in a range of beauty products only available from Boots the Chemist, but was upset by their constant adding items to the range. Didn’t they know how poor I was?

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Changing of the bride at Buckingham Palace (Rousse)

The Duchess of Cambridge despatched, I took over at Prince William’s side. The arrangement allowed for TPR to accompany me in my new role as royal wife, and initially we made a very happy threesome. However serious problems started to show not long after the wedding when we settled down to a “normal” routine at Buckingham Palace. I felt trapped in Prince William’s apartments, missed making my own choices as to what and when to eat, and loathed the permanent presence of the spooky footmen. In contrast William was happy with this life. He did not share my enthusiasm for exploring the rest of the palace, and was quite a home with servants in charge. Trapped in our three rooms, I became miserable, lonely and depressed. When the Prince threw a party for me – presumably in an effort to cheer me up – things only worsened. How was he to know that his jealous female friends would corner me with accusations that I only married him for his money?

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How to serve Chardonnay Australian-style (Rousse)

This means of marketing alcohol was completely alien to me. In my home country of Scotland tourists learnt about whisky by following a guide around a distillery, with the prospect of a free sample at the end of a tour. Here in Australia you sat in a packed theatre with the vinyard owner pouncing across the stalls to chat to each individual member of the audience. When he eventually reached me, he pulled out a mass of machinery from under the seats and treated me to a free sample of his finest Chardonnay. This he served from a complexity of metal pipes that would not have looked out of place in a household plumbing system.

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