Tag Archives: police

Rousse’s driving test

Posted on April 22, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The task was quite simple: to drive 5 miles back to my sister J’s house. I even had my nephew P as navigator. He’d just run the route in reverse to meet me. What could possibly go wrong? we took … Continue reading →

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Police equipment security failure causes alarm (Rousse)

Posted on February 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

There was a scuffle in the street and the idiot policeman dropped his taser gun. He made no move to pick it up so a passer-by walked off with it, firing lasers into the sky. This could only end badly.

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Flatmate shoot-out (Belle)

Posted on January 27, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I didn’t know what I had done to upset my flatmate but she was not taking it at all well. The gunfire had been going on for at least ten minutes and I was fortunate that my swivel chair was … Continue reading →

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New York’s finest and cream slices (Belle)

Posted on January 24, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My secondment to the New York Police Department was nearly over and yet the NYPD officers were still taking every opportunity to laugh at me. They thought my slow meander to the driver’s window of a stopped car was laughable. … 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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An intruder, a storm, and the terrible after-effects of tree resin rain (Rousse)

Posted on January 13, 2012 by Dreamaticus

There’d been a number of break-ins at our flat over recent weeks, none of which had triggered our burglar alarm. We were sure, however, that it was just matter of time before we would walk in on the culprit(s). When … Continue reading →

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An ex-boyfriend and an X-rated party (Belle)

Posted on December 31, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I attended a business meeting with my heartbreaking ex. While I was on top form, shining with good health and happiness, he was a shadow of his former self. Delighted, I managed to convince him he should escort me to … Continue reading →

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Police reopen case into dolly bird disappearance (Rousse)

Posted on November 21, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I dressed in the black school uniform of my little brother and sister and accompanied them to class. None of the teachers spotted that I was an over-age imposter. When one of them confiscated my silver necklace at the school … Continue reading →

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A misguided love affair, a talking ape, a fairground murder, and three clear advantages of a prison sentence (Rousse)

Posted on November 10, 2011 by Dreamaticus

We spent the day at Belle’s London office counselling a friend desperate to escape a loveless marriage. When X refused to reveal to me the identity of his mistress, yet hinted that Belle was in the know, I feared the … Continue reading →

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Rousse’s stalker

Posted on October 28, 2011 by Dreamaticus

How had this crazy woman, who had stalked me online for the past couple of years, now managed to break into my house? The scrap of paper pulled out of the pocket of our captive – now pinned bodily to … Continue reading →

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