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Fighting Fatty in a field (Rousse)

One minute I was sleeping on a bean bag in a departure lounge of Schiphol aiport next to LE and GE. It was so comfortable, but how had we managed to make travel arrangements that required an overnight stay in … Continue reading

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Escaped astronauts (Rousse)

I asked the students to dress up for the tutorial according to the theme of ‘outer space’, so was delighted when the six of them turned up as astronauts in bulky all-in-one ski suits. Forty-five minutes into our discussion AA … Continue reading

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A broken-hearted friend (Rousse)

HJ clearly considered me rude and unsophisticated. She hadn’t told me that she would be in Edinburgh, and told me off for calling out her name when I saw her in the street. I was heartbroken that HJ would choose … Continue reading

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Jo Jo the poison pen email writer pushes stressed academic over the edge (Rousse)

I was in the habit of commuting by train to the headquarters of the Chartered Institute of Library and Information Professionals in London. There I worked in the basement on an unending series of grant applications. From time to time … Continue reading

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Bare bottom disgrace (Rousse)

Princes Street was brimming with brides in town for wedding shows. Fortunately none paid any attention to me, struggling to cover my bare bottom with a pair of big white pants. There was, however, one person who was rude to … Continue reading

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Bad manners at Loughborough University graduation ceremony, and countryside iPhone thieves (Rousse)

Dressed in a pale green, silk-cotton mix, short-sleeved summer tunic, SC criticised me for drinking Diet Coke, the pattern that my food left on my plate half way through a meal, and eating in front of her. I considered her … Continue reading

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Slippery when wet (Rousse)

My mission was to take a credit card to John’s Restaurant, presumably to leave my number to secure a reservation. The route there was treacherous. I clung to a slippery wet rock-face, determined not to fall and injure myself. I … Continue reading

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