Tag Archives: Edinburgh

A broken-hearted friend (Rousse)

HJ clearly considered me rude and unsophisticated. She hadn’t told me that she would be in Edinburgh, and told me off for calling out her name when I saw her in the street. I was heartbroken that HJ would choose … Continue reading

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Rob Brydon kiss and tell (Rousse)

I knew that Rob Brydon was in town for the Edinburgh Film Festival, but had not anticipated that he would forsake the celeb parties in favour of popping down the road to pay us a visit. He embraced me in … Continue reading

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Breaking bad in Edinburgh (Rousse)

I finally gave into Jesse Pinkman’s pleading, picked up the silver automatic Volvo at Picardy Place, and accepted the stolen mobile phone. We would cook with Badger in an empty house off Pilrig Street. For the time being it was … Continue reading

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The great missing scones scandal (Rousse)

MSB was clearly disappointed that the promised scones were not in evidence at our wee tea party. I hadn’t the heart to tell her that this was due to her early arrival (and that TPR and I were still in … Continue reading

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Getting naked in Edinburgh (Rousse)

I shopped naked on Princes Street not because I was an exhibitionist, but because I hated the process of getting dressed. TPR begged me to break this habit, fearful that one day I would eventually be spotted in the nude … Continue reading

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Human horse travels uncomfortably across the Atlantic (Rousse)

Normally a seat in the second row on a transatlantic flight would mean plenty of leg room – perhaps even a bed – but not on this service. I was sitting directly behind a mother and a baby, both of … Continue reading

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Tragedy on the ice at Edinburgh airport (Rousse)

I was one of hundreds of anonymous passengers stranded at Edinburgh airport, many of whom were returning home from ski-ing holidays. For entertainment the airline put on an evening display of ‘danses populaires’. JG took my arm and led me … Continue reading

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Edinburgh New Town burglars strike (Rousse)

It was a joyful experience of being carried high above everyone else through the Edinburgh New Town on the shoulders of my 8 feet tall university pal MH. Ten minutes later my world fell apart. When we reached my street … Continue reading

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A wasted wedding day in Edinburgh (Rousse)

This had to be the most boring and short-lived wedding celebration of all time. Although some of my most interesting school friends were amongst the guests (including JB and GB, now a married couple themselves), TPR and I were sitting … Continue reading

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Edinburgh ‘tramp’ seeks New Town bail-out (Rousse)

I set off for home across town after my swim at the Edinburgh International Conference Centre with wet hair, and wearing nothing but a worn-out green towel. I knew that I looked like a tramp, and at first I didn’t … Continue reading

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