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A Daily Mail fake (Rousse)

While everyone else was taking a siesta, WB’s new husband Richard cosied up to me on the sofa and confessed that he worked for the Daily Mail. He explained that he had held the post of Marketing Director for the … Continue reading

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Kung fu in the newsroom (Belle)

I was looking at an intriguing double-page photograph in a broadsheet newspaper. Dating from the 1970s, it featured a tableau of an ‘American news desk editorial meeting’. In the background a punch was being thrown and was landing on a … Continue reading

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Fragile fingernails – and fame (Belle)

I turned to a stranger on the bus and jokingly said “every time I simply look at my fingers, another nail breaks off”. What followed was a whirlwind. Within a week, my fingernails were the front page story of the … Continue reading

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Thick Rousse

While sections of the lecture made sense, I couldn’t understand its content as a whole. Afterwards I volunteered to for the equivalent of blackboard duties. This task involved unpinning newspaper cuttings that the lecturer had pinned to a huge piece … Continue reading

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Killer Brillo pads (Belle)

A student was showing me his paper-based Breakfast Survey which he was distributing to commuters at Brockley station. I challenged him, angrily: “So basically you’re simply asking people at which of the expensive cafes near the station they bought their … Continue reading

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An unexpected trip to Sleaford and two enemy stallholders (Rousse)

My mother convinced me that she knew the way back from town to her house – and I stupidly believed her. Three hours later we ended up in Sleaford, Lincolnshire. Meanwhile TPR was selling newspapers to train commuters. In the … Continue reading

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Gym gatecrashers (Rousse)

The personal trainers had removed most of the artefacts that I had brought in to customise my corner of the gym. Now piled up higgledy-piggledy against the wall were the certificates and newspaper cuttings from my 10k races, the stereo … Continue reading

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Babysitting for the reality TV set (Belle)

There was no avoiding the UK’s favourite TV programme. It featured a slightly chaotic young family, struggling financially but “making ends meet with love”. Everyone seemed to love them until they got pregnant with their third baby. For the first … Continue reading

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An athletic library user (Rousse)

I burst through the main door almost taking out RR (who had just returned from a trip by train) and offered to carry his newspaper upstairs for him. While he took the lift, I charged up the the wide sweeping … Continue reading

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Newsagent exploits his neighbours (Rousse)

I was staying in the tiny estate house that belonged to the family of my school friend KM. They lived next door to a newsagent. I looked out of the window and asked who cared for the patch of green … Continue reading

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