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Dame Jocelyn Bell Burnell and the strange shoe switch (Rousse)

TPR and I were staying temporarily in a small rented apartment along with DTJ and her toddler son JJ, who slept in a curtained off area at the far end of the sitting room. On a day when I should … Continue reading

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Apprentice Russian oligarch drug dealer caught red-handed outside St Pancras hotel (Rousse)

My big, burly boyfriend was a chip off the diamond that was his gangster father. I adored him because he was always there for me, keeping me safe from harm. In the past he had appeared from nowhere to recover … Continue reading

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Exploding trains in London add to landfill problems (Rousse)

London was one huge rubbish tip. When TPR and I stepped off the train the only way out of the station was up a mountain of landfill. The next day we heard that a train had exploded on arrival at … Continue reading

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Fort William loch lift (Rousse)

We were expected to follow cousin LA’s Audi down the M6 on a long tour of England. When she went off-piste into the Scottish mountains we struggled to keep up with her. I suggested that we ditch the car for … Continue reading

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Travelling by minibus for tea with the Queen at Holyrood Palace (Rousse)

I was about to take my seat in the theatre when LF grabbed me from behind. ‘Hey’, she said, ‘Someone forgot the arrangement to meet outside!’ It was true. I had agreed to see her prior to the show, not … Continue reading

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Australia unappreciated (Rousse)

I took a coach trip across Southern Australia. My travelling companion was a deaf old man. I tried to ignore him by reading a comic. I rarely looked out of the window and so was unable to really enjoy the … Continue reading

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Suranne Jones saves the day (Rousse)

Enemy number 1 (the whinger) was on a charm offensive. He asked me to walk down the mountain to the village with him, chatting aimably as we headed downhill. Anyone who observed us would have thought we were the best … Continue reading

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