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Motoring misdemeanours in a silver Volvo automatic (Rousse)

Posted on December 29, 2018 by

When I awoke I found myself at the wheel of my mother’s silver Volvo automatic heading downhill at top speed along a high-hedged, narrow country lane. I bounced across the roundabout at the bottom, lost a wheel, and landed the … Continue reading →

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Darts and death with Prince Charles (Rousse)

Posted on November 6, 2018 by

When Charles, Prince of Wales challenged TPR to a game of darts, I wandered out into the damp garden. The peace was interrupted when a woman ran across the terrace screaming ‘He’s dead, he’s dead, David is dead!’ Then a … Continue reading →

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A Glasgow kiss (Rousse)

Posted on August 9, 2018 by

On the outskirts of Glasgow, in a field, en route to a football match, my companion wrapped me in a passionate embrace and pulled me to the ground. We rolled around in the grass for several minutes. It was only … Continue reading →

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Corporate fun (with a dodgy doctor) in Hawaii (Rousse)

Posted on June 23, 2018 by

TPR and I were shepherded into a tiny cupboard with some of his colleagues at a corporate party in Hawaii. Meanwhile those preparing the later activity conducted a team partnering exercise. Several people were swapped back and forth across cupboards … Continue reading →

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How not to stalk stoat (Rousse)

Posted on April 27, 2018 by

I was stalking stoat in the long grass until an idiotic woman chased my prey away by opening a cupboard loudly.

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Bare tummy snuggling (Rousse)

Posted on March 20, 2017 by

I’d never appreciated how much I loved my colleague BMX until the day that we lay on the grass and I snuggled up to his bare tummy.

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Sport, canoodling, and drowning (Rousse)

Posted on September 2, 2016 by

I walked into the small green copse where I saw young men playing sport. There were also two people canoodling on the grass – until a senior member of the armed forces commanded them to desist from such scandalous behaviour. … Continue reading →

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