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Lothian buses disregards data protection (Rousse)

Posted on February 28, 2014 by Dreamaticus

It was only when I climbed aboard the bus that I realised that I had forgotten to check whether I had change for my fare. I explained this to the super-friendly driver as I rooted around in my purse for … Continue reading →

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Edinburgh’s worst driver causes yet another accident (Rousse)

Posted on February 13, 2014 by Dreamaticus

As Edinburgh’s worst driver, I was in trouble again. I drove through a red light at the junction of Lothian Road and Princes Street, taking out a pedestrian. While she lay injured and unconscious on the tarmac, someone else called … Continue reading →

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Harry Potter tattoos: the only clue to “Pedro’s” past (Rousse)

Posted on November 19, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I lost TPR during the final stage of the long journey to the US aboard an ocean liner. Occasionally I would spot him in the distance across deck, usually driving one of the small open cars used for deliveries by … Continue reading →

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Jimmy Savile shocker (Rousse)

Posted on November 3, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We climbed out of the taxi and paid the driver, then looked around for our young friend S. It only took a couple of minutes to spot him in the crowd with his mother. But who was that old bloke … 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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Herman’s hermits’ secret identity (Rousse)

Posted on September 26, 2013 by Dreamaticus

When I mentioned that I was a toddler fan of Herman and the Hermits, the American drag queen with the shock of orange hair could barely contain his/her excitement. “I wanted to marry Peter Noone when I was three” I … 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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Drunk driver escapes notice on the North Yorkshire coast road (Rousse)

Posted on June 17, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Way over the limit, I weaved a wobbly route in a big saloon car along a single track road next to the sea cliffs in North Yorkshire. How I got away with this, I will never know.

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Edinburgh’s most dangerous driver (Rousse)

Posted on May 18, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Keen to keep my crown as Edinburgh’s most dangerous driver, I was out and about again causing traffic chaos. This time I confused everyone by waiting in the right hand lane at Abbey Hill, while indicating my intention to turn … Continue reading →

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Stockton Sixth Form College students take to the skies and survive the flood (Rousse)

Posted on April 5, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Very few of the staff who taught me were still now working at the Stockton Sixth Form College. The only teacher that I recognised was Mr X, still sporting his distinctive comb-over. I found ECM queening it over everyone in … Continue reading →

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