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Failed funeral hair mission on the A286 (Rousse)

Posted on July 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

When I first took the phone call I thought it was my mother speaking, but as the north east accent became stronger I began to have doubts. If she were to be believed, an aunt had died and the funeral … Continue reading →

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A sticky, smelly end (Rousse)

Posted on May 26, 2012 by Dreamaticus

They’d already murdered the brigadier and now it was my turn. They dragged me down the country track to the enormous sewage container tank. This was it then. I was going to die a very dirty death. The main villain … Continue reading →

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French flood wipes out village (Rousse)

Posted on May 5, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My mother and I lived in a log cabin in the upper section of a rural French village. During the day she worked in the cinema further down the valley, quite close to the river and the lake. My daily … Continue reading →

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Mrs Thatcher mystery solved (Rousse)

Posted on April 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Mrs Thatcher was dead. The few people in the know had all been sworn to secrecy. The embargo meant that the news would not be released until the formal commemorations of the 30th anniversary of the Falklands War were over. … Continue reading →

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Dreamaticus cited in medical negligence claim (Rousse)

Posted on April 2, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I glimpsed the headline stretched across the scrap of newspaper trapped under the café chair leg. We were sitting outside the Bakehouse on Broughton Street, newly reopened after last year’s fire damage, half-listening to … Continue reading →

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Death au John Peel (Rousse)

Posted on March 11, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I chose to die in the manner of John Peel. I stood just outside the entrance of King’s Cross Station, made my declaration, then turned back through the station concourse doors to set off to meet my maker. MW witnessed … Continue reading →

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A murderer treads the boards (Rousse)

Posted on February 4, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I’d been so busy that I had missed every rehearsal. Nor had I learnt any of the lines. However, now that I had disposed of the corpse, I had plenty of time to join my theatre group again. It was … Continue reading →

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Man falls to death from medieval tower: “lost” handbag takes the blame (Rousse)

Posted on December 29, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I found my new Joey D handbag again where I’d left it: sitting in the corner of the lift. It must have been travelling up and down the floors for hours, yet it appeared untouched. I pulled the zip to … Continue reading →

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Walking in Glencoe bereft of map and boots, but with Take That (Rousse)

Posted on October 16, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I was the reluctant leader of a small running club expedition to Glencoe. Unqualified for the role, I was making a complete mess of it. First, we arrived far too late in the afternoon to tackle any of the interesting … 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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