Tag Archives: cafe

The toilet roll guru of raving (Belle)

Posted on March 9, 2020 by

It was a dangerous city at night, yet here I was climbing over walls trying to find my coat and bag after an evening out. I was glad K from school was there to keep me safe. In the all … Continue reading →

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Killer Brillo pads (Belle)

Posted on January 23, 2020 by

A student was showing me his paper-based Breakfast Survey which he was distributing to commuters at Brockley station. I challenged him, angrily: “So basically you’re simply asking people at which of the expensive cafes near the station they bought their … Continue reading →

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A day out in London with a Dane, an impersonator, and a baby Belle (Rousse)

Posted on July 22, 2019 by

I had a day out with Belle in London. First she took me to the museum café where she treated me to a raspberry and ice cream fruit sundae. I ate it seated next to a Dane who told me … Continue reading →

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Another restaurant fire on Edinburgh’s Broughton Street (Rousse)

Posted on April 7, 2019 by

A new restaurant was opening on Broughton Street in the space between the two cafés that had recently burnt down.  It was rumoured that the owners were trying to decide a name that would capture the notion that their place … Continue reading →

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A hospital romance (Rousse)

Posted on February 9, 2019 by

The cancer ward proved a fertile hunting ground for a new husband. There I was courted by a tall dark French man. Meanwhile my mother patiently waited for me in the café.

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From garden wall antics in North Berwick to ballroom dancing at Glasgow Queen Street (Rousse)

Posted on January 29, 2019 by

I hoped that that those travelling in the morning traffic out of North Berwick towards the A1 and west into Edinburgh passed by at a sufficient speed not to notice our antics on a stranger’s garden wall. Afterwards we considered … Continue reading →

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The drunkard and the dead dog of the depths (Rousse)

Posted on September 14, 2018 by

GG was so surprised to find me outside her house that she collapsed on the pavement in a heap before I even had a chance to greet her. When eventually she came to, she was delighted to meet me for … Continue reading →

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

Posted on April 24, 2018 by

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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A messy office Christmas party followed by seaside coffee and cake in Aberdeen (Rousse)

Posted on March 18, 2018 by

A mixture of colleagues from all stages of my career came to the staff Christmas party. These included: my old boss JH; the wife and eldest daughter of my old office-mate SM; current colleagues DB and LD; a tall, skinny, … Continue reading →

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Dangerous driving at the McDonalds drive thru (Rousse)

Posted on February 2, 2018 by

My American friend was showing off big time. When she saw the McDonalds drive-thru at the top of the peak she revved the engine and set off at full speed, almost taking out an ambulance on the way up the … Continue reading →

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