Tag Archives: hair

Rousse gets stuck on the ceiling

Posted on June 21, 2014 by Dreamaticus

We dropped the habit of recent years of spending New Year’s Eve in Edinburgh. Instead we travelled south to celebrate with A, C, N and S. S told us that we would be having “something called boeuf bourguignon” for dinner. … Continue reading →

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Finals failure and longest hair competition win (Rousse)

Posted on June 11, 2014 by Dreamaticus

The University library was crammed with my final year colleagues, some of whom had apparently been revising there for the full academic year. I was yet to open a book, and with a gap of 28 years since we all … Continue reading →

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Barber Bruce Forsyth (Rousse)

Posted on May 15, 2014 by Dreamaticus

Bruce Forsyth ran into the room brandishing a pair of barber’s scissors. “Would you mind washing your hair in another bathroom love?” he asked. “I’ve got a client in for a hair cut.” I said that would be fine, picked … Continue reading →

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Tickled by a ghost at a high school reunion (Rousse)

Posted on May 7, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I was incredibly excited that 23rd August had come round so quickly. Whatever happened to all those weeks since the reunion plans were fixed in May? I walked into the school hall and the first people I saw were LA … Continue reading →

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Poor business etqiuette at Oracle acquisition (Rousse)

Posted on March 31, 2014 by Dreamaticus

Since it was the graduate sales training manager of Edge (an Oracle acquisition) who had dragged me all the way down to London to “discuss possibilities”, he should have understood that he was obliged to turn down my offer to … Continue reading →

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Sharon the fine art vandal and a welcome Christmas gift (Rousse)

Posted on December 24, 2013 by Dreamaticus

As she moved the pictures around our flat, the woman with long dark hair complained to me that she hated her name. I suggested that if she really wanted to do so, she could change it from Sharon to something … Continue reading →

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A reunion with Gandalf, Dumbledore, Beowulf, and Basil Fawlty (Rousse)

Posted on December 23, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Gandalf and/or Dumbledore was dead. I saw them wheel his body into the hall on a trolley. The white sheet was meant to cover the entire corpse, but strands of long white hair could not be contained and peeked out … Continue reading →

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Baby Yoda and the secret porn star (Rousse)

Posted on December 17, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My friend A sat down next to me on the bus. It looked like he was carrying his son in his arms, but I couldn’t be certain that this was a human baby. The first strange thing about the child … Continue reading →

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A Lake District escape (Rousse)

Posted on November 28, 2013 by Dreamaticus

One minute I was lying next to my gorgeous cousin N. The next I was a kidnap victim, crushed into the back of a car heading for the Lake District. A strangely-shaped man, who had obviously raided my rucksack, squashed … Continue reading →

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A crush on a younger man (Rousse)

Posted on November 25, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I knew that S had fancied me for years. I used to think that he was too young for me, but over time he had matured, and now I found him rather attractive, especially now that he wore his dark … Continue reading →

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