Tag Archives: England

Rousse’s encounter with the England World Cup winners

I had to travel from Birmingham to London to check out the venue for the following day’s conference. While the others piled into cars and minibuses, I wandered around the car park regretting that I had not arranged a lift. … Continue reading

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England manager hosts the party of the year (Rousse)

IS and I had been invited to the party of the year – a school reunion hosted by an England football manager at his mansion. We arrived early in order to secure the best accommodation for the night, and were … Continue reading

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Moomin office delight (Rousse)

All my colleagues on campus were dressed in matching black suits with peach cravats (or scarves for the ladies). Most were also carrying wands. I hung my head in shame. It was so long since I’d attended a graduation ceremony … Continue reading

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Rousse longs for the beautiful south

It was the height of English summer. TPR and I stood in the country lane, short-sleeved and carefree. Over the hedge we saw a happy family play tennis in a vast garden. We could just make out the peal of … Continue reading

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A footballer and a phone (Rousse)

Even though he was brought up and lived in Cardiff, my cousin played soccer as an England international. I was so proud of him in his white kit. How strange it was, however, that TPR admired my cousin’s hairstyle of … Continue reading

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Gothic novel dramatisation set to be one of the best films of 2011 (Rousse)

The elder of the two middle-aged sisters stirred in the cramped brass bed then stuck her left foot out from under the flowered eiderdown with a groan. She awoke with a loud complaint about the state of spinsterhood in Victorian … Continue reading

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