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Teenaged tutors at the University of Oxford (Rousse)

It was festival time in Edinburgh and celebrities were everywhere. When we passed a BBC van my niece BMcC recognised a famous drama director and Oxford academic. As B was a keen actress herself, and planning to take up a … Continue reading

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Apples, camping gear, and a cardigan (Rousse)

JC and I volunteered to help set up the pitch at the outdoor festival. First of all we had to collect the stock for the stall. The young woman in charge drove our Land Rover to the depot. There we … Continue reading

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Tenement opera at the Leith Festival (Rousse)

After the snows melted we gathered with the other commune members to follow the crowd to East Claremont Street. From the windows of two different third floor flats a man and a woman sang a series of opera duets. We … Continue reading

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Mick Jagger’s rucksack (Rousse)

I dropped my own bags off at the airport lounge luggage “intersection” as instructed (something like “fourth and Broadway”) and then went outside to look at the pile of rucksacks in the wet. “That one belongs to Mick Jagger” said … Continue reading

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Bonding with Radcliffe and Maconie over the Farmer’s Boys and the BBC (Rousse)

Mark Radcliffe and Stuart Maconie enjoyed the Fringe so much that they decided to stay on in Edinburgh, at least until Christmas. By now I was their best friend and had persuaded them to help run my seminars. The students … Continue reading

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George Orwell festival on the South Bank (Belle)

There were endless courses to this George Orwell celebratory feast, each one more repulsive than the one it followed. Roast bullfrog, and a crown of sparrows roasted with herbs. How ludicrous that we were celebrating a great socialist with this … Continue reading

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