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Basking sharks and a bikini malfunction (Rousse)

Posted on November 15, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I splashed along the Hebridean shoreline on a beautiful summer day. For company I had the birds and an occasional seal. I even spotted a few small basking sharks surprisingly close to the water’s edge. I couldn’t understand why TPR … Continue reading →

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The book (section) thief (Rousse)

Posted on November 2, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I’d run into the students on the bus, and it was then that they invited me to meet them later on the beach. From there we could travel together to their graduation dinner. I hadn’t confirmed this arrangement, so it … Continue reading →

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Sex change surgery marriage trap (Rousse)

Posted on October 8, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Tall, slim, out-going, blonde and beautiful, Sharon would someday make someone a lovely wife. As far as I was concerned, however, the time was not now. In addition, when the happy day eventually came, I expected that her groom would … Continue reading →

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Gothic novel dramatisation set to be one of the best films of 2011 (Rousse)

Posted on September 6, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The elder of the two middle-aged sisters stirred in the cramped brass bed then stuck her left foot out from under the flowered eiderdown with a groan. She awoke with a loud complaint about the state of spinsterhood in Victorian … Continue reading →

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Do you wear underwear with leather trousers? Is a tandem a useful weapon? How do you converse with the dead? Rousse investigates…

Posted on July 28, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I sat with the Spanish holiday-makers in the leaky summer house looking out at the torrential rain. It had been pouring for weeks. Would the sun ever make an appearance this “summer”? Bored with the weather, I made a dash … Continue reading →

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London university appoints controversial vice chancellor, conference acrobatics, and a flood (Rousse)

Posted on June 8, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Emerging from my slumbers to a soundtrack of the Radio 4 Today programme I was very surprised to hear mention of an external colleague’s name. The big news was that DW had been appointed vice chancellor of one of the … Continue reading →

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Rousse runs and battles nepotism at the BBC

Posted on May 29, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I ran past the Scottish Parliament with old-timers EJ and LG even though neither was a current member of the running club. One no longer lived in Edinburgh and the other was heavily pregnant. ‘Why are you here?” I asked. … Continue reading →

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

Posted on January 8, 2011 by Dreamaticus

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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Rousse remembers train crash

Posted on November 27, 2010 by Dreamaticus

The train ground to a halt just before Musselburgh, narrowly missing the blue Golf parked across the line. My first thoughts were of the 2001 Selby train crash and the urgency to get out of the carriage and away from … Continue reading →

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