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Ed Milliband deposes David Cameron in commons revolt (Rousse)

Posted on October 23, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I was one of 650 engaged in a parliamentary simulation. A voice at the front of the hall shouted instructions and each of us then took our place as instructed. We’d just completed a commons revolt, which left only four … Continue reading →

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The Neanderthal Newborn of Noss (Rousse)

Posted on October 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The French man pushed the shopping trolley with one hand and carried the naked newborn baby in his other. He had walked for miles from the remote island of Noss (Shetland) just to register the baby’s birth. I wondered why … Continue reading →

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Unrequited love and a dangerous trip to Holy Island in a cast-iron Victorian clawfoot bath tub (Rousse)

Posted on September 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Somehow I kept adding to my list of lovesick middle-aged men. Each one ignored my very married state. They all independently believed that with a little persuasion my resistance would collapse and I would leave my husband. I lay in … Continue reading →

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Failed funeral hair mission on the A286 (Rousse)

Posted on July 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

When I first took the phone call I thought it was my mother speaking, but as the north east accent became stronger I began to have doubts. If she were to be believed, an aunt had died and the funeral … Continue reading →

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Rousse the dog photographer

Posted on June 9, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I finally got my hands on a camera with a decent telephoto lens. I used it to photograph all the dogs – including the big black one with the pink rinse, and the shaggy hound who could transform himself from … Continue reading →

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A failed kidnap and household safety advice from a Newcastle United fan (Rousse)

Posted on May 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We two brothers (plus dog) climbed into the car. Each of us believed that it was the other who had arranged to be picked up by this strange man and his daughter. Before long, however, we established though some frantic … Continue reading →

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Ceremony blunder (Rousse)

Posted on March 23, 2012 by Dreamaticus

When my nephew PF ran back and told us that he had spotted a small man in a loud shirt at the ceremony we all knew who this was. The photographer and I sneaked up to the group. CO was … Continue reading →

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The world’s most expensive lump of yeast (Rousse)

Posted on January 10, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Belle and I had a desperate need for live yeast. Convinced that we’d find some in one of the breweries off Dalry Road, we set off from my flat in two separate taxis. I climbed into the one that had … Continue reading →

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Lord Alan Sugar’s babysitter and JK Rowling’s secret (Rousse)

Posted on December 8, 2011 by Dreamaticus

“Babysitting” was the answer I gave whenever anyone asked what I did for Lord Alan Sugar. He liked to keep me nearby. This usually meant that I could be found hanging around the main door of the office at street … Continue reading →

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Civil attack at site of Glencoe massacre (Rousse)

Posted on March 10, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The lateness of the hour and darkening sky put paid to our plan to walk over the mountains from Glencoe back to Edinburgh. SJ suggested that we hitch a lift instead, so we took our chances in a gravelled lay-by, … Continue reading →

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