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Traffic terror on the A1 and a reunion with the Spice Girls (Rousse)

Posted on October 13, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The traffic on the A1 north of Newcastle was blocked solid. The only way you could now join the carriageway was to first reverse up the ramp, then continue along the hard shoulder backwards until you found a suitable spot … Continue reading →

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Secret military airbase at Edinburgh airport harbours unexpected relations (Rousse)

Posted on October 6, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I knew that it was too good to be true, but this didn’t stop my enjoying the company of my long-dead aunt, uncle and grandmother when I stumbled across them living happily together in a small house on the edge … Continue reading →

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Murder in the machair (Rousse)

Posted on October 1, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Although I had no idea what I was doing here, I recognised the familiar Harris landscape: islands, hills and the single track road, the perfect combination for cycling holidays by tandem. The official pushed open the roadside gate and led … Continue reading →

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The “sad camel” look in Grantham (Rousse)

Posted on September 25, 2011 by Dreamaticus

My grandmother returned from the dead for a day trip to Grantham by train. I was delighted to see her after almost two decades. However, my happiness turned to horror when we approached an outdoor jumble sale and I spotted … Continue reading →

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Cat fashion up a tower block (Rousse)

Posted on September 24, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The small black furry corpse spilled out of my green leather handbag onto the floor of E’s office high up the new tower block. To my shame I had completely forgotten that the poor creature had been in there. I … Continue reading →

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Do you wear underwear with leather trousers? Is a tandem a useful weapon? How do you converse with the dead? Rousse investigates…

Posted on July 28, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I sat with the Spanish holiday-makers in the leaky summer house looking out at the torrential rain. It had been pouring for weeks. Would the sun ever make an appearance this “summer”? Bored with the weather, I made a dash … Continue reading →

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Sting serenades Belle (Rousse)

Posted on July 6, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Everything associated with Belle was new, including her fabulous apartment and hunk of a boyfriend. While Sting serenaded her from the courtyard below, I pondered the identity of the sulky teenager in the corner. We ended the night by each … Continue reading →

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Rousse rejects a lover and kills a cat

Posted on June 26, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The arrangements for our holiday were hardly ideal. I hadn’t managed to finish my conference paper in time so was obliged to take a stack of work with me, and when we arrived in Antigua we found that we’d been … Continue reading →

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Rousse’s new best friend is Princess Diana

Posted on June 25, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Princess Diana (my new best friend) and I lounged side-by-side for our girly chat. She permitted me to ask her anything I liked so long as the conversation didn’t descend into tabloid interview. I thought that I was doing OK … Continue reading →

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Fish and lamb (Rousse)

Posted on May 13, 2011 by Dreamaticus

P and SM had secretly amassed a vast collection of enormous glug jugs, now displayed with pride in their sitting room. Some hung from from hooks, and the rest were arranged higgledy piggledy on a high shelf. I particularly admired … Continue reading →

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