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The Fringe, Finchley, and frightening fiction (Rousse)

One of the women at the café table turned to me and asked how I was enjoying my annual trip up to Edinburgh and the fringe festival. I politely explained that I was a resident of this fine city, so … Continue reading

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Bicycle thief Mr Almond’s attack (Rousse)

Every time that we returned to our house there was further evidence of attempted break-ins. We knew that it was only a matter of time before we would come home to a crime scene. The day finally arrived when we … Continue reading

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Tsunami hits Manchester (Rousse)

I hurried JA out of our shared bed in the big terraced house in Manchester. ‘Quick!’ I cried, ‘The water has reached the third floor. We need to get dressed and climb into the attic with everyone else, or risk … Continue reading

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Bedsit Bernard (Rousse)

I agreed to take on a fellow academic from another institution as my PhD student. He had told everyone that his name was Bernard, but I knew that he was really an Italian national and, as such, his real name … Continue reading

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Jane Garvey acrobat commentary, bad taste in clothes, and slum living (Rousse)

Even with Jane Garvey providing the commentary, the Chinese acrobatic performance was dull, dull, dull. Indeed, it was so tedious that I could feel myself drifting off to sleep in my seat. The looks that my neighbours cast my way … Continue reading

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Sorting sleeping arrangements for house guests (Rousse)

My parents had only been in the house for 12 months and already it was looking shabby. I almost tripped over the split lino as I ran upstairs to check who was sleeping where. If we weren’t careful, we would … Continue reading

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Guy Masterson and the Turkish conference groper (Rousse)

Guy Masterson’s voice boomed from the red-curtained television screen. Normally I would be keen to watch his performance, but this was a long-anticipated work event in Turkey and I had something else to deal with: the wandering hands of regular … Continue reading

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