Tag Archives: daughter

Tickled by a ghost at a high school reunion (Rousse)

Posted on May 7, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I was incredibly excited that 23rd August had come round so quickly. Whatever happened to all those weeks since the reunion plans were fixed in May? I walked into the school hall and the first people I saw were LA … Continue reading →

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Ten year-old genius develops new app to measure distance (Rousse)

Posted on February 12, 2014 by Dreamaticus

My new best friend was MS, the ten year-old daughter of an external work colleague who was on business in town. MS very proudly showed off a new app that she had just developed. It was an electric ruler that … Continue reading →

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The schoolgirl cross country champion of Surrey (Rousse)

Posted on December 13, 2013 by Dreamaticus

HW was keeping a big secret, but I saw the evidence pinned to her kitchen noticeboard. Her daughter was the schoolgirl cross country champion of Surrey.

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Commune cycle reunion of sorts (Rousse)

Posted on October 11, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I can’t say that it was the most comfortable of nights, but the setting for sleep in the open was beautiful, right next to a beautiful Scottish salmon river. TPR and I would have been better off lying down on … Continue reading →

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Referendum aggression on the Edinburgh tram, and a dead grandmother (Rousse)

Posted on October 1, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I laughed out loud when the idiot behind me boasted “I work for the Sun and I could sell Scotland for $2 billion!”. He clearly believed that this kind of statement would convince everyone of both his nationalist credentials, and … Continue reading →

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A hen party goes shopping (Rousse)

Posted on September 3, 2013 by Dreamaticus

From the bus stop on York Place I travelled just two stops. Nearing my destination, the grumpy bus driver scraped the vehicle down an incredibly narrow street and pulled up next to the main of St James Centre. Here I … Continue reading →

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Edinburgh International Festival Virgin Money Fireworks Concert lends magic to the city (Rousse)

Posted on September 1, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Virgin Money scored an enormous coup with its advertising campaign for the Edinburgh International Festival Fireworks concert. Nobody could work out how it was done, but at about 08:00am on the morning of the concert itself the skies over Edinburgh … Continue reading →

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Tom O’Connor deplored (Rousse)

Posted on August 25, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Tom O’Connor, his two teenage daughters and I sat next to each other as members of the judging panel. Each performance was as dire as the one that preceded it. This was so incredibly tedious, and we weren’t even half … Continue reading →

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Madonna advises against A list celebrity friendships (Rousse)

Posted on August 15, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The Indian manager of the charity shop had fallen in love with me. He begged for a date, offering to pay for both the coffee and my time with him in the cafe at the rate of £5 an hour. … Continue reading →

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Call me doctor, and please support the pandas (Rousse)

Posted on August 6, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I never thought that I would be forced to encounter sixth form bullies Nasty N and Crafty C after I left school, but here they were, just across the room. It was over thirty years too late, but now – … Continue reading →

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