Tag Archives: Stockton-on-Tees

A flying cat, a red-haired witch, and an all-inclusive school reunion in Stockton-on-Tees (Rousse)

Posted on March 17, 2014 by Dreamaticus

A flying cat screeched as it swooped over us, the tips of its ears glowing fluorescent green in the darkening sky at dusk. It landed high above us in the canopy of the bare winter trees, only just visible as … Continue reading →

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When cloud computing meets Beatnik poetry (Rousse)

Posted on February 25, 2014 by Dreamaticus

Rather than continue our journey south we turned back towards Sheffield. JT was annoyed. She had hoped that we would drop her off in Stockton-on-Tees. Instead we parked in the huge Costco car park, paid the extortionate parking fee, and … Continue reading →

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Marcus Brigstocke tour takes in the stationers (Rousse)

Posted on November 20, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Marcus Brigstocke had set the exam paper so it was only natural that it was also he who accompanied me and my sister J to the stationers. Here we would purchase some scrap paper on which I could plan my … Continue reading →

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A coiled sausage surprise at the White House (Rousse)

Posted on November 8, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I found the uncooked dinner on the staircase after KA and I returned from the swamp. I wondered whether the coiled sausage in puff pastry would be enough for us all: me, KA, KS and HT. My mother would know. … Continue reading →

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Searching for stationery in Stockton-on-Tees (Rousse)

Posted on September 22, 2013 by Dreamaticus

What a joy it was to be back in Stockton-on-Tees searching for stationery! The high street had barely changed in 40 years. I loved the old-fashioned 1970s shop frontages. I hoped with all my heart that Dressers still be there … Continue reading →

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New CalMac service covers land and sea (Rousse)

Posted on June 12, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We caught the new CalMac service that travelled to the Outer Hebrides via Hexham. It was a very special boat that could cover both land and sea. I very much enjoyed riding along beside the dolphins, even though trying to … Continue reading →

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Chasing Rupert Grint in the dark (Rousse)

Posted on May 23, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My sister J and I walked along the middle of Darlington Road as far as the junction with Kenton Close. The houses were spaced out more widely than we remembered, in a landscape of lush green fields and rolling hills. … Continue reading →

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Stockton Sixth Form College students take to the skies and survive the flood (Rousse)

Posted on April 5, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Very few of the staff who taught me were still now working at the Stockton Sixth Form College. The only teacher that I recognised was Mr X, still sporting his distinctive comb-over. I found ECM queening it over everyone in … Continue reading →

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Rousse is late for school

Posted on March 5, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We were going to be late for school and JM was furious. He stormed into my bedroom at the White House to find out why it was taking me so long to get downstairs. I explained that I was just … Continue reading →

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Doctor doctor, where did the PhD graduate sign on? (Rousse)

Posted on February 1, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The good news was that I passed my second PhD. I proudly boasted that I had beaten VE to the title of “Doctor Doctor”. However, I still needed to find a job, and in the meantime decide whether I would … Continue reading →

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