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Rob Brydon’s second mother (Rousse)

When Rob Brydon’s name cropped up in the conversation yet again HJ commented that it sometimes felt like he was just another of her own children.

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The Neanderthal Newborn of Noss (Rousse)

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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Rousse’s new job

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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What to feed babies (Rousse)

I herded my class of blue-uniformed 15 year-olds into a queue outside the remote former school house. The retired head mistress emerged to invite them in, and they settled into their places for an authentic school dinner of past times. … Continue reading

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The dangers of dyed pig meat (Rousse)

My mother and I dived into the undergrowth to hide from the natives. When they passed by we could make out their cargo piled high on the trolley. Neatly stacked like a Tesco pallet delivery, it carried a variety of … Continue reading

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The secret London wedding venue (Rousse)

All we wanted was some peace to enjoy a quiet barbecue for two in our little Edinburgh yard, but every so often friends would run down the steps to interrupt us. First came the F family, then LF and IF … Continue reading

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Secret family members save Rousse from deadly double decker

None of our business colleagues seated at the conference dinner in Darlington had any idea of our secret: no longer divorced, TPR and I had remarried in secret. Instead all eyes were fixed on Tim Atkinson, showing off as usual … Continue reading

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Her majesty the mother of the bride (Rousse)

I joined the parade for SB’s wedding in the 9-inch nude stilettos chosen for me by WB. All around were upright marching bands, soldiers proud in bearskin hats, and pretty dancing ponies. My nephew P and niece A brought up … Continue reading

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Divorced couple set to remarry – in spite of ghoulish guests (Rousse)

My parents were very relieved to hear that TPR and I had overcome our differences and decided to remarry. Our divorce in the mid-1990s had been pretty low-key (he’d simply “gone off” me) and since then we had been spending … Continue reading

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Alex Kapranos’ baby (Rousse)

As was the tradition in my family, a member of the next generation volunteered to give birth to the child of a celebrity. So now I was a great aunt, and my 16-year old niece AF the mother of Alex … Continue reading

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