Tag Archives: escalator

Keeping out the riff raff (Rousse)

The short escalators appeared to lead up from the shopping centre to the grand entrance of the new, super-posh solid marble hotel.  However, anyone who took stepped on to them discovered that they were fake, and stopped short of the … Continue reading

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Pig on the tube (Belle)

At the Northern Line station, I walked behind a man and his pig negotiating the entry barriers.  After they got through, the pig took off running down the escalator. The man was chasing the pig, and screaming “Stop, pig” as … Continue reading

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Tube traveller thieves (Rousse)

We developed a new income stream: pick-pocketing London Tube passengers as they travelled up and down the escalators.

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Escalator screams in Sweden (Rousse)

I could just make out from our conversation at the dinner table that JM had so far enjoyed the conference in Sweden, although his girlfriend had not found it quite so interesting. After the meal one of the organisers asked … Continue reading

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Lost in the airport with David Beckham (Belle)

A scatty older friend had mislaid her glasses and scarf and I set off to retrieve them. What should have been a simple task was complicated by my unfamiliarity with this airport. Every escalator seemed to take me further away … Continue reading

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Young David Attenborough (Rousse)

I spotted a young David Attenborough standing beside the escalator on the day that TPR caught a flight to Belgium and I went to work without my iPhone.

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Nursery rhymes, a British Library refit, and a forgotten computer (Rousse)

I sang nursery rhymes to toddler A under the watch of her adoring parents J and N. Then I set off to London to do some work. On arrival at the British Library GW and I were very confused by … Continue reading

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