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The battle of St James’ Park (Rousse)

I climbed the concrete steps barefoot up to the top of the terraces of St James’ Park stadium. I found my seat amongst the other Newcastle United supporters, eagerly awaiting the start of the match against Bolton. A woman along … Continue reading

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Stitches of sisterly love (Rousse)

My sister S embroidered a green and yellow Laura Ashley tapestry for me overnight, just so that I could display matching cushions on my new blue sofa.

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A 1980s GTi love match (Rousse)

AH confessed that he almost proposed to me in the late 1980s. This was with the encouragement of my mother, keen to recruit him as a son-in-law. This was nothing to do with love for me. Rather, AH and my … Continue reading

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Bare-chested business (Rousse)

I’d dressed in such a rush that I had accidentally ended up in a shirt that did not match the rest of my outfit. I’d also forgotten to put on my bra. I could not possibly make an appearance in … Continue reading

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England v Sweden: where to watch the match (Rousse)

Belle and I debated where we should spend our evening together. The final choice depended on who won the football. We really wanted to be with the fans of the victors, whether or not England beat Sweden.

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A tale of arson and murder (Rousse)

My misdeeds were many. First there was arson. I threw a match into a small garage on the junction of Northumberland Street and Ferry Road. While I watched the billows of grey smoke envelop the neighbourhood, I thought it would … Continue reading

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

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

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John Fisher, his mistress, football, and cake (Rousse)

My lover was John Fisher, a tiny teenage Hearts supporter. I met him on London Road, where we intended to catch the bus to the Hearts ground at Tynecastle. Unfortunately John’s pocket money would not stretch to the bus fare … Continue reading

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Fireworks set off at once by grumpy party host (Rousse)

TPR never wanted to host this party and it showed. He put very little effort into the preparations, even though the numbers invited created a lot of extra work. We even promised fireworks. We felt obliged to open up the … Continue reading

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