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From Joan Armatrading discussions in Windermere to abandoned babies (Rousse)

Posted on March 13, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Funny fragments: Travelling in the back of the car along the shores of Lake Windermere listening to the two butch women in the front arguing about Joan Armatrading, and working out how to persuade them to get back onto the … Continue reading →

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Family likenesses (Rousse)

Posted on March 12, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I looked up and saw that two jolly pensioners had joined me at the bench. They introduced themselves as Mr and Mrs A, giving the impression that I should already know this. When Cousin S appeared, and then Cousin N … Continue reading →

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Weebles wobble – and so does Rousse

Posted on February 23, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I was so well-practised at office moves that I soon organised the contents of my desk drawers, cabinet and bookshelves into neat piles: pens, notepads, paperclips, drawing pins, bath tub toys and Weebles (both commercially produced and ping pong ball … Continue reading →

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Nigella Lawson versus Gordon Ramsey, and information retrieval with Winnie the Pooh (Rousse)

Posted on February 6, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The terms “August” and “camping” go well together. However, when the word “Scotland” is thrown into the same sentence, a small alarm bell should sound in your brain. Unfortunately TPR and I were so delighted when my sister J and … Continue reading →

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Rousse battles unconvention at a funeral, naked on the train, and with her man

Posted on January 31, 2011 by Dreamaticus

It was a tragedy. Cousin R caught a cold on the golf course and promptly dropped dead. Now everyone was gathered for his less than conventional funeral. This included not only a scruffy, elderly bride in a dirty mauve dress … Continue reading →

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A sequel to The Wire with bonus Barbra Streisand (Belle)

Posted on January 22, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Bubbles from The Wire, newly released from prison, was attempting to go straight. It was tough going, with a gang pursuing him relentlessly in underground car parks. Then a roof-top sniper shot at him with a bow and arrow. He … Continue reading →

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Recreational drugs, a sleep-over, and Kevin Whately (Rousse)

Posted on January 22, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The side-effects of extensive experimentation with recreational drugs in my youth became a serious problem in middle age. My super-sensitive hearing amplified any ambient noise in the environment. During the day the bursts of sound were mildly irritating. However, at … Continue reading →

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Rousse reassesses her office accommodation and professional dress

Posted on January 2, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I found a solution to my office accommodation problem. If I “temporarily” moved downstairs to share with visiting Professor GW, when she returned to Finland I’d get the whole room all to myself, including the emerald green carpet and the … Continue reading →

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Student fees prospects worry even the poorest pupils (Rousse)

Posted on December 19, 2010 by Dreamaticus

Some blue-uniformed stragglers slipped into my sister J’s class. While she continued to teach from the front of the classroom a couple of pupils started asking me questions about university entrance qualifications and fees. As I told them of the … Continue reading →

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Rousse misses Clive Anderson – just

Posted on November 29, 2010 by Dreamaticus

It was an amazing coincidence to see Clive Anderson twice in one day. I’d spotted him at the London BBC Radio 4 studio in the morning, and now he was here in Edinburgh checking into reception. I hesitated over approaching … Continue reading →

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