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Chip-eating COVID deniers offer hugs in Portobello (Rousse)

Posted on January 8, 2021 by Dreamaticus

We spotted the Bs when we were out running on Portobello promenade. My former colleague had grown his hair so long that it rivalled that of his wife for length. One of their two sons was with them. Like us, … Continue reading →

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Rick Parfitt top tipper (Rousse)

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Dreamaticus

Status Quo’s Rick Parfitt lay on the top of the bed in my ornate Victorian bedroom. He was doing his best to tempt me back to his own house, but I was not interested in following him. Instead I was … Continue reading →

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A tale of seal spotters (Rousse)

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Dreamaticus

We jumped deep into the cold water of the sea loch. There we played with the seals. They recognised us from our tails.

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A tale of two journeys (Rousse)

Posted on January 26, 2016 by Dreamaticus

One minute I was wrapped in furs, slipping through a sparkling wintry landscape in an open sleigh discussing the merits (or not) of daughters with regional accents. Next I was on the East Coast train service, squashed up against French … Continue reading →

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A tale of arson and murder (Rousse)

Posted on May 16, 2015 by Dreamaticus

My misdeeds were many. First there was arson. I threw a match into a small garage on the junction of Northumberland Street and Ferry Road. While I watched the billows of grey smoke envelop the neighbourhood, I thought it would … Continue reading →

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Tickled by a ghost at a high school reunion (Rousse)

Posted on May 7, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I was incredibly excited that 23rd August had come round so quickly. Whatever happened to all those weeks since the reunion plans were fixed in May? I walked into the school hall and the first people I saw were LA … Continue reading →

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Ian Rankin’s muse (Rousse)

Posted on April 4, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I watched the final scene of the latest Ian Rankin novel to be dramatised on BBC television. His broken back mended, the young boy was reunited with his father just beneath Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh’s Holyrood Park. It was only … Continue reading →

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An embarrassing toilet tale (Rousse)

Posted on October 13, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We drove west for miles, the entire family squashed into a tiny black car, to Dumfries and Galloway. At our final destination I inspected the bathroom facilities. Whoever thought it sensible to install the toilet in the open conservatory next … Continue reading →

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A fishy tale of fighter jets and a missed meeting (Rousse)

Posted on July 22, 2013 by Dreamaticus

From the coach window in Ireland EH, NU and I watched fighter jets sketch vapour trails into the blue summer sky. “How do they do that?” I asked as the planes created a small shoal of vapour trail salmon for … Continue reading →

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