Tag Archives: Kings Cross

Undercover work at the sex club (Belle)

Posted on September 29, 2024 by Dreamaticus

I had infiltrated a high end swingers party in London’s King’s Cross by dressing head to toe as an invisible ninja. I recognised politicians and influencers chit-chatting in an animated fashion in the bar. It was all pretty tame stuff. … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bar, Birmingham, bus, influencer, invisible, Kings Cross, London, night bus, ninja, paperback, Perry Barr, politician, spy, swingers | Leave a comment

A pair of shoes and a missed train (Rousse)

Posted on June 27, 2017 by Dreamaticus

It was like stepping back in time when I attended the professional networking event in London. All the old faces were there, including NO and DC. To make retrieving my belongings easier, I waited until the very end of the … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged belongings, black, bullet, cashmere, cloakroom, coat, Edinburgh, evening, event, face, forget, high-speed, Kings Cross, London, miss, networking, non-stop, pair, shoes, train, tube | Leave a comment

Distracted by a dishwasher, chicken liver pâté, and dusty After Eight mints (Rousse)

Posted on February 23, 2016 by Dreamaticus

I tried to help in the kitchen but I was doing everything wrong. TPR despaired when I added handwash detergent to the dishwasher. Instead I would try my luck at cooking, starting with homemade chicken liver pâté, assisted by GB … Continue reading →

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Unhelpful underground officials at Heathrow (Rousse)

Posted on May 19, 2015 by Dreamaticus

The two London Underground officials at Heathrow Airport were hopeless. When I asked them which service ran to Kings Cross they simply laughed, then took another puff on their ridiculous pipes.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged airport, Heathrow, Kings Cross, laugh, officials, pipe, pipes, puff, underground | Leave a comment

Medical emergency at King’s Cross, Richard Curtis style (Rousse)

Posted on July 23, 2014 by Dreamaticus

It was as if we were in the middle of a script of a Richard Curtis film, where all the female characters were in love with the same man. I belted one of the other girls with my handbag when … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged arch, £14 million, Bedford Square, belt, bill, body, characters, crush, emergency, female, fit, focus, football, halt, handbag, hospital, ill, journey, Kings Cross, London, love, man, match, medical, plot, Richard Curtis, rival, script, station, student, train, tube, undergraduate | Leave a comment

Rousse’s winning merger marketing plan

Posted on September 23, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I had been invited to participate in a competition to develop marketing materials to publicise the recent merger of two firms. We worked in groups of three. I was partnered with MJ and AC. If only I hadn’t given my … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged architecture, bike, book, campaign, contract, Edinburgh, film, firm, firms, hoarding, hoardings, idea, Kings Cross, love, marketing, marry, materials, merger, Oxford Street, quotation, reader, reader I married him, relationship, train | Leave a comment

Death au John Peel (Rousse)

Posted on March 11, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I chose to die in the manner of John Peel. I stood just outside the entrance of King’s Cross Station, made my declaration, then turned back through the station concourse doors to set off to meet my maker. MW witnessed … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged concourse, death, declaration, die, dying, entrance, John Peel, Kings Cross, maker, station | Leave a comment

Rousse’s stalker

Posted on October 28, 2011 by Dreamaticus

How had this crazy woman, who had stalked me online for the past couple of years, now managed to break into my house? The scrap of paper pulled out of the pocket of our captive – now pinned bodily to … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged breaking, burglar, captive, crazy, Edinburgh, entering, hall, invitation, Kings Cross, London, mounted, mounties, phone, police, receipt, sea scouts, stalker, station, till, train, Waverley, writing | Leave a comment

Harry Potter almost messes up Rousse’s travel plans to Kings Cross

Posted on July 18, 2011 by Dreamaticus

It was Harry Potter’s fault that I almost missed the 08:30 service from Edinburgh Waverley to London Kings Cross. We hadn’t appreciated just how long it would take to organise refunds on the 40 cinema tickets for Harry Potter and … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged box office, children, cinema, deathly hallows, Edinburgh Waverley, Harry Potter, Kings Cross, London KIngs Cross, tickets | Leave a comment

Recreational drugs, a sleep-over, and Kevin Whately (Rousse)

Posted on January 22, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The side-effects of extensive experimentation with recreational drugs in my youth became a serious problem in middle age. My super-sensitive hearing amplified any ambient noise in the environment. During the day the bursts of sound were mildly irritating. However, at … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged conference, drugs, hearing, Kevin Whately, Kings Cross, presentation, shed, sister, sleep, sleep-over, speaker, station | 1 Comment