Tag Archives: George Street

Irresponsible gun disposal (Rousse)

When the men started to throw beer at us on George Street, we took this as a signal to flee. We charged down Castle Street, onto Princes Street, and up a side road in the West End. Just as we … Continue reading

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Contini kidnap (Rousse)

We were all (including toddler JJ) squeezed around a big square table in Contini George Street, Edinburgh when a huge red-headed man in a kilt marched into the restaurant. He looked like an extra from Outlander. Most of us supposed … Continue reading

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A secret agent and a sacred text (Rousse)

My duties as a secret agent charged with recovering a sacred text were part-familiar and part-terrifying. As I stood on the pavement on Edinburgh’s George Street, I knew that the passing motorcyclist would slap me when he drove past. Then … Continue reading

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Signs of an affair (Rousse)

A new pair of shoes, a sharp suit, contact lenses, and a mooted move back to Birmingham? What was TPR up to? It was only when I found myself semi-naked on George Street, Edinburgh – wearing just a pair of … Continue reading

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How to get your life back on track (Rousse)

This was our first free weekend in months so what was I doing calling my cousin EB and inviting her to stay? And why were TPR and I haring along Edinburgh’s George Street in our pyjamas at 06:00am? We certainly … Continue reading

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A bouncy cousin and a paper husband (Rousse)

My cousin EA bounced into our bedroom declaring that it was time to get up. It was not, and I told him to go back to bed. I needed all the sleep I could get before waking to my 06:00am … Continue reading

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A crocodile in Edinburgh (Rousse)

Amongst the redundant Christmas decorations I found a crocodile fashioned from flattened metal on Princes Street. It didn’t take long for me to find someone to take it off my hands. I came across Captain Hook just up the road … Continue reading

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Couple helpless as Royal Bank of Scotland head office goes up in flames (Rousse)

I was sitting on the concrete floor at Waverley Station, leaning against a plate glass window, when X approached me. “What are you doing here?” I demanded to know. “Shouldn’t you be at a conference in Norfolk?” X lifted me … Continue reading

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Dress alteration with a paperclip (Rousse)

I recruited TM to help me choose my dress for the party. I eventually settled on the sea green Didier D ball gown that I’d recently bought on George Street. The only problem was that the hook and eye on … Continue reading

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Rousse forgives an assailant, advises on Emmental, and secures a job

TPR was either stupid, disobedient or both. He knew that the snow had forced us to switch our schedule: the previous night’s agreement was that instead of running outside at 10:30am, we would head to the gym after meeting a … Continue reading

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