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Mis-sold holiday accommodation (Rousse)

AT, JS, TPR and I opened the locker and pulled out the carrier bags of food. Would our sandwiches have survived three days? What about the two tubs of ice cream? Would it have melted? We loaded everything onto our … Continue reading

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Rousse revisits Russell Square sandwich days

We sunbathed in the grounds of the stately home all afternoon without realising that University pals JS, KH and SB were just metres away. When we eventually noticed the three of them JS said that we shouldn’t be so surprised. … Continue reading

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Rousse prepares breakfast

I busied myself making bacon sandwiches in the upstairs kitchen of the White House.

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Synchronised librarians (Belle)

It was a hot, sunny afternoon as we gathered on the top floor of a tall, tall building. Just about everyone ‘in the industry’ was there and the place was buzzing.  I noticed SH, wearing a black gilet with hundreds … Continue reading

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Seagulls feast on evidence of “secret affair” (Rousse)

While I was recovering from the sight of R’s bronzed buttocks hanging out of the tightest pair of denim shorts imaginable, K pulled me outside to show me the evidence of the affair. “Just look at all those uneaten packed … Continue reading

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Pink Floyd drives Rousse to work at home

As soon as I saw the office set-up I knew that this would never work. ETS and PC led me through the front of HMV to the cordoned-off work area. Four long tables were arranged in board room style, set … Continue reading

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Stolen sausages and Barry Manilow (Belle)

My sister’s flatmate had been cooking. Everywhere I looked there were sausages, either ready to eat on the table, or cooking under the grill or in frying pans. Then my sister discovered that her own sausages were missing. The flatmate … Continue reading

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