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The writing of Horace and Brighton bullies (Rousse)

This first gathering of the UK information science community in years took place on a hill top in Brighton. There I was really pleased to meet HJ Horace, the American writer. I told him that I wanted to buy his … Continue reading

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School reunion dress disaster (Rousse)

In my enthusiasm to share my expert knowledge of sanitary products with my former classmates, I forgot to pack a dress for the school reunion. Our hostess JB came up with a solution for my dress dilemma: to raid her … Continue reading

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Sleeping with Claire Skinner (Rousse)

Claire Skinner was fast becoming my best friend. Throughout the whole time I spent with her she behaved as if we had known one another for years. We lay side by side in a big double bed at night, chatting … Continue reading

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Husband leaves wife of 27 years for 18 year old (Rousse)

TPR had been behaving rather strangely of late, and now I knew why. He was leaving me for a slim, glossy dark-haired, 18 year-old sixth former. I tried to show the girl friendship, but in reality I was preparing to … Continue reading

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A weight-busting walk to Tom Robinson’s Stokesley (Rousse)

The only way to lose weight was to take more exercise. My new regime was ambitious: to walk the mountain route from the south of Scotland to North Yorkshire on a regular basis. I wasn’t the only one with this … Continue reading

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An unlikely pupil of Wellington College (Rousse)

A steady stream of teenage boys in bottle green aertex shirts passed me in the narrow corridor. I could tell that they were pupils of Wellington College from the words stitched in yellow embroidery just below their left collars. One … Continue reading

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John Fisher, his mistress, football, and cake (Rousse)

My lover was John Fisher, a tiny teenage Hearts supporter. I met him on London Road, where we intended to catch the bus to the Hearts ground at Tynecastle. Unfortunately John’s pocket money would not stretch to the bus fare … Continue reading

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London runner saved by the kindness of strangers (Rousse)

TPR ran ahead of me, clearly appalled at my lack of athleticism. If that was how he felt, I would just give up. I stopped for a while and read the discarded Argos catalogue that I picked out of the … Continue reading

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The beach body (Rousse)

When we first arrived at our exotic Caribbean holiday destination I identified the poolside as the spot where we would spend most of the week. However, we were soon drawn to the beach from where everyone watched the huge waves … Continue reading

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Tom O’Connor deplored (Rousse)

Tom O’Connor, his two teenage daughters and I sat next to each other as members of the judging panel. Each performance was as dire as the one that preceded it. This was so incredibly tedious, and we weren’t even half … Continue reading

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