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Brad Pitt tattoos his forehead in latest celebrity revelation (Rousse)

Posted on October 5, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Brad Pitt sat at the end of my bed at the Balmoral Hotel, Edinburgh. In such close proximity to the famous movie star, I could see that his face was covered in tiny freckles. These comprised a mixture of miniscule … Continue reading →

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A trip to Middle-earth, the Shire and Hobbiton (Rousse)

Posted on September 28, 2013 by Dreamaticus

She was only just back from her summer holiday, yet already AM was off on another exciting trip – to Hobbiton in Middle-earth. I clicked the link that she had posted to her Facebook wall and marvelled at the photographs … Continue reading →

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An ill-advised headbutt (Rousse)

Posted on April 7, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Cousin T’s latest adventure was captured in a photo posted on Facebook. On seeing him handcuffed and wearing a blood-stained T shirt I feared for his safety. Then I noticed that the other man in the picture was bleeding from … Continue reading →

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Supermarket staff sample new Yazoo milkshake range: chilled coffee (Rousse)

Posted on August 25, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The manager at the meat counter was clearly appalled to hear his colleague K tease one of his best customers (me) for her absent-mindedness. When she then asked me to fetch her a frozen banana-flavoured Yazoo drink from the chilled … Continue reading →

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A cross-Atlantic trip to the Liverpool Museum of Prison Life (Rousse)

Posted on February 4, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I hadn’t seen my school friend JB for over thirty years so it was quite a surprise to bump into her in Liverpool. Her husband and one of their four children accompanied her. They’d travelled all the way here from … Continue reading →

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John Lewis suitcase switch and Tiffany diamond haul (Rousse)

Posted on December 3, 2011 by Dreamaticus

In a flashback to the heady days of dot.com boom TPR and I flew to South Africa for an all-expenses paid incentive holiday in Pretoria. I was looking forward to comparing the twenty-first century experience of corporate excess with that … Continue reading →

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Facebook time-waster ruins picnic (Rousse)

Posted on November 8, 2011 by Dreamaticus

We took a break from packing up all our belongings for the big house move to join S and K for a Sunday picnic. With the children away on some kind of outdoor adventure weekend, this was the first time … Continue reading →

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A mention of Morrissey and Rousse recruits (another) Facebook stalker

Posted on July 16, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Newly-wed SL (was SJ) sang the praises of my husband to an audience that included her mother and me. I budged uncomfortably in my seat, taking care not to ram it into the table behind me. I’d already been told … Continue reading →

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Brutal BBC boxing match and a black-eyed avatar (Rousse)

Posted on January 29, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The finalists of BBC Scotland’s Sports Personality of the Year limbered up for the last round in Edinburgh, jogging up and down Cathedral Lane between the Paolozzi sculptures and the St James Centre. While EMc and I watched the preparation … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged avatar, BBC, BBC Scotland, BBC Scotland Sports Personality of the Year, boxing, cartoon, competition, dress, Edinburgh, eyes, Facebook, LinkedIn, Paolozzi, red, Scotland, St James Centre, St Mary's Cathedral, Twitter | Leave a comment

Belle keeps it in the family

Posted on January 11, 2011 by Dreamaticus

After a brief fling with a rotund middle-aged man I had ordered from Facebook, I found myself dating his much more appealing son. At some point I was going to have to come clean – but not yet. We were … Continue reading →

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