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All migrate to Aberdeen (Rousse)

I visited Aberdeen as part of preparations for my job move at the start of the new academic year. Including other staff, AM introduced me to the departmental chickens. I looked forward to tending a coop of my own as … Continue reading

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Conference paper submissions and a chicken breast (Rousse)

Head of department JH hauled six of us into his office. He was furious that the PhD students had ‘stupidly’ submitted their draft conference paper submissions for peer review to unworthy colleagues in a ‘nutty evangelical gay Methodist’ further education … Continue reading

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Poultry parkour, a strawberry queen and Harry Potter decoration (Belle)

I was sitting outside a cafe with my very old flame JHI when we saw Deptford’s famous ‘free-running rooster’ tumbling elegantly across the rooftops. I made an oath not to eat roast chicken that day. —– The documentary short featured … Continue reading

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Avoiding the hen man (Rousse)

Not long after I had accidentally broken a dozen eggs in a box, I spotted BEX cleaning out the chickens. He called me over to request a meeting. I said that I would see him later, but I was lying.

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Novel marketing ploy from Nandos (Rousse)

When I returned to my cabin mid-morning I found two members of staff still there, tidying up the bedroom and cleaning the bathroom. They hurried away, indicating in broken English that they would come back later. It was only when … Continue reading

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A busy morning with Uncle J (Rousse)

My Uncle J sat on the sofa and enthused about his new business idea: to sell custom-made T-shirts to the British middle classes. I told him that this venture was doomed to failure. I was British and middle class, and … Continue reading

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The vengeful chicken (Belle)

It was coming to the end of wild chicken season at the allotment and we were all being encouraged to hunt them.  Although uncomfortable with this ‘sport’, I let myself be convinced that I should dispatch the Head Hen using … Continue reading

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