Tag Archives: Manchester

Rousse’s new job

Posted on October 13, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I’d never before applied for an academic job where all short-listed candidates were interviewed together. The panel comprised two well-respected academics: the Pro-Vice-Chancellor of an English university, who – quite out of character – had turned bad cop for the … Continue reading →

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Silver landmarks a huge hit with the tourists (Rousse)

Posted on April 15, 2012 by Dreamaticus

For the third time JB asked if I would help teach the first years how to dance, and once more I happily accepted her invitation. Didn’t she ever read her e-mail? Standing in her office, I also wondered why JB … Continue reading →

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Gay marriage shocker eclipsed by enemy bomb attack on UK airports (Rousse)

Posted on March 7, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I met my gay friend at Edinburgh airport. After he showed me his scars he introduced me to a tall, slim and beautiful African woman, her mother and two children. These were his “wife”, “mother-in-law”, and his own son and … Continue reading →

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Ricki Lake, weight loss, and an over-zealous patrol man (Rousse)

Posted on January 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Ricki Lake looked fabulous close-up. She wore a tight black pencil skirt, white blouse and pillar box red jacket over her neat little body. My only criticism was that she was too heavily made-up. On the other hand, this was … Continue reading →

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The perils of shopping in Manchester (Rousse)

Posted on December 21, 2011 by Dreamaticus

My recent experience proved that trading standards really needed to sort out the Manchester market trader problem. A stall owner almost sold me a “solid gold” chain at a knock-down price. I only backed out of the deal when she … Continue reading →

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Talking dog finds a new home (Rousse)

Posted on December 4, 2011 by Dreamaticus

TPR and I found a new place to live on the top floor of an abandoned Victorian orphanage in Manchester. Admittedly it would take some time to make the cold grey rooms comfortable, and we’d have to do something with … Continue reading →

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Rock climbing and engine driving (Rousse)

Posted on November 9, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Most surprisingly, SC scaled the bare rock face in seconds. Henceforth she would be known as Spiderwoman. I was a mere novice mountain goat in comparison, terrified as I hesitated over every decision as to where next I should place … Continue reading →

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Tsunami hits north west England (Rousse)

Posted on February 14, 2011 by Dreamaticus

All the EdCM girls were billed to speak at the Manchester conference, so I was really looking forward to it. However, by the time I reached my destination Manchester had transformed into the Liverpool docks (pre-investment), the conference was no … 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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Belle and a bull

Posted on December 13, 2010 by Dreamaticus

I had to drive a colleague’s car to Manchester so I could nip over to a Famous Five-style island and manage some workshops. I had to leave the room when I found out that the workshop (not very popular) was … Continue reading →

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