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Sunblock and boat safety (Rousse)

Posted on February 12, 2015 by Dreamaticus

TPR bobbed about in a wooden rowing boat in the bay without a care in the world – until he noticed that my arm was turning red in the sun. He remembered that he had packed sunblock and leant over … Continue reading →

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Murderer serves lunch to transsexual surprise guest feet away from victim’s remains in biscuit tin (Rousse)

Posted on October 9, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I planned X’s murder to coincide with his holiday. That way nobody would miss him when he didn’t turn up to work. While I deliberated over where to dump his body parts, I kept them in a small round red … Continue reading →

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Kidnapped by acrobats (Rousse)

Posted on May 14, 2014 by Dreamaticus

DT, TPR, LA and I met in a crowded bar. DT’s orange messenger-style handbag slipped off the back of the chair onto the floor and I stretched down to pick it up for her. It was at that moment that … Continue reading →

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An untidy wife and a dirty neighbour (Rousse)

Posted on October 5, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I chased TPR into the spare bedroom to see what he was up to. Why was he wearing the pale grey suit that he bought back in 1983? Whatever was he doing trying to squeeze his big feet into the … Continue reading →

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The boy with the dragon tattoo (Rousse)

Posted on June 15, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The guests hurried to get off the coach that BM had chartered to transport everyone to his magnificent 40th birthday celebrations. All dolled up in a turquoise dress with short black sleeves and flashes on red across the bodice, and … Continue reading →

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Stuart Maconie radio chef (Rousse)

Posted on June 11, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I was Stuart Maconie’s right hand woman. My main role was to sit at his feet in the BBC studio in Salford next to Rosie the border terrier. The cat sometimes joined us on the floor, but more often she … Continue reading →

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Cycling academics, poor publishing standards, diet Coke rations, a farewell disco, and stiletto heels (Rousse)

Posted on April 17, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I cycled to work to mark the last day of operation of Queen Margaret’s Corstorphine campus. Many other Edinburgh academics did the same, discussing the poor standard of journal submissions as they rode the route. Because it was such a … Continue reading →

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Rousse forgets to dress

Posted on August 9, 2012 by Dreamaticus

For a change I turned left as I passed through the gate, climbed the hill, and headed out along the coast road. Just outside the hotel gates a rather rough wedding party was gathered. The poor podgy bridesmaid wore a … Continue reading →

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Rag doll and stuffed penguin destroy discipline (Rousse)

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

S returned home to the White House from yet another bender. I cornered her in the upstairs kitchen and demanded that this outrageous behaviour stop. She eventually agreed to add some discipline to her life, and said that she would … Continue reading →

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Miss Piggy’s magic stilletoes (Belle)

Posted on January 16, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Miss Piggy’s sparkly shoes looked so small resting in the palm of my hand. Yet when I tried them on, they fitted me. Had my feet shrunk? Taking off the shoes, I could see my feet were still a size … Continue reading →

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