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Drunk driver claims “only quarter of a glass” defence (Rousse)

J drove us home from the restaurant. M sat in the front passenger seat, my father behind him, and my mother took the middle of the back seat. From my position behind J it soon became obvious that she was … Continue reading →

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Unwanted romantic advances, a “lost” suitcase, and death at the fun run (Rousse)

I’d loved him for some time now, but his drunken advances, although flattering, were not welcome – especially in front of my parents. When he followed me upstairs to my hotel room I was suddenly overcome with a chill of … Continue reading →

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Risky whisky expenses (Rousse)

TPR jumped into my London hotel bed at 05:00am. “Where have you been?” I asked. “I thought you were at home?” “No, I have been drinking whisky in the bar downstairs. Tomorrow I have a meeting with Sun Microsystems in … Continue reading →

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A monochrome moon rise, a self-driving car, drunken students, a horse, frozen waves, and a train ride to Edinburgh from South Queensferry (Rousse)

From the back seat of the car I noticed the moon rising in monochrome over Waverley Bridge. “Slow down!” I shouted at TPR, “This is amazing. I need to photograph it!” When he didn’t reply to me I leant over … Continue reading →

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A drunken trip to the tool factory (Rousse)

We’d always fancied a trip to the tool factory and here we were! There were rows and rows of saws, hammers, lathes and the like, all neatly lined up for us to inspect. K was on the same tour as … Continue reading →

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Drunken wife escapes cruel husband in the Outer Hebrides (Rousse)

Back from our holiday, TPR resumed his cruelty towards me. I couldn’t work out why he had attached an electrical cord to me, nor why his university pals were now pulling on it, but I was determined to escape from … Continue reading →

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Drunk driver escapes notice on the North Yorkshire coast road (Rousse)

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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When a stag party prank goes wrong (Rousse)

TPR and I watched a gang of drunks on a stag night throw one of their party into a communal refuse bin. Their victim didn’t move. We feared that he would still be trapped inside when the bin men came … Continue reading →

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Rowan Atkinson secrets overheard in hotel lift (Rousse)

After months of planning, the day of my conference finally arrived. A little behind schedule, I popped into the hotel dining room to see who else had made it to breakfast. A surprising number of delegates were there, the majority … Continue reading →

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Number 26 bus to the rescue (Rousse)

I went out drinking with TPR and his former colleague LC. They got so drunk that I was forced to confiscate LC’s car keys and shove the pair of them on the number 26 bus to get them home safely.

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