Tag Archives: Edinburgh

Bruce Forsyth’s competition (Rousse)

My husband had aged overnight and taken on the appearance of a sprightly Bruce Forsyth. I was not impressed at the amount of attention that he was paying visiting American teenagers and his decision to take them all to a … Continue reading

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Friends in the bushes (Rousse)

KTR and Texas T were in my garden.

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Literary snogging (Rousse)

I fell in love with someone completely unsuitable. We were snogging in an Edinburgh wheelie bin, Beckett fashion.

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Rousse removed from campus

There was no room at the inn for me when my Head of School realised that the only way that she would get an office herself was to deny me one on campus FOREVER.

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