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A bouncing mamma (Rousse)

My mother held up the strange flattened ice form to show it to me. Then, ignoring my shrieked warnings, she stepped backwards and fell 10 feet into the basement yard below. Fortunately she bounced, so was unharmed. Advertisements

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When your new neighbours are reality television stars (Rousse)

The new upstairs neighbours had moved in! I was able to confirm this to TPR and DM from the bedroom window as I watched a car arrive in the new parking space behind our garden. Before long we noticed that … Continue reading

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Chatty arts professional protects her left breast (Rousse)

ECM arrived in the basement gallery as I was installing the new exhibition. She took a plastic tub of bright green powder paint and started to mix it so that she could ‘cheer the room up a bit’. When I … Continue reading

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A winning sausage conference submission, with citation indexes (Rousse)

EH and I felt obliged to attend the University research conference, even though much of the content was of little interest to us. On our arrival we could tell that many of our colleagues had ignored the event. This was … Continue reading

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Arnold Schwartzenegger’s boring speech (Rousse)

Two of my Polish colleagues had commandeered my office while I was on long-term sick leave. My desk and other belongings were now all squeezed into a dark corner. I hoped that this was a temporary measure and that I … Continue reading

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Jo Jo the poison pen email writer pushes stressed academic over the edge (Rousse)

I was in the habit of commuting by train to the headquarters of the Chartered Institute of Library and Information Professionals in London. There I worked in the basement on an unending series of grant applications. From time to time … Continue reading

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A secret phone, a hidden four poster bed, a hard-to-reach dinner venue, and prostitutes (Rousse)

The location of my sister’s holiday house was unclear. It could have been North Northumberland, London or Birmingham. Whatever its location, it was much bigger than I imagined. My school friend Phil soon lost count of how many beds had … Continue reading

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