Tag Archives: TPR

A Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Christmas surprise (Rousse)

TPR kept a shop not far from the Edinburgh city bypass. It sold traditional toys. One Christmas Eve I walked to the shop with KA. On the way I regaled her with tales of Queen Margaret College graduate MR, his … Continue reading →

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A failed escape from a crime scene (Rousse)

We were staying in a beautiful tall detached house that was second from the end of a row of similar buildings squashed together in a densely populated part of the city. If you glanced up at the skylight over the … Continue reading →

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Veronica’s intimate bedroom raid (Rousse)

As usual we were hosting a horde over the weekend. From the bedroom I could hear TPR joking with our guests in the kitchen, telling hilarious tales of our various recent exploits. At first I assumed that he was mentioning … Continue reading →

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A flying visit to Nine Mile Burn (Rousse)

JM gave me very little time to consider the sense of his suggestion. ‘Just hold my hand tight, and everything will be fine’ he instructed. Then we jumped the twenty feet from the balcony into the school hall below. JM … Continue reading →

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Breaking bad in Edinburgh (Rousse)

I finally gave into Jesse Pinkman’s pleading, picked up the silver automatic Volvo at Picardy Place, and accepted the stolen mobile phone. We would cook with Badger in an empty house off Pilrig Street. For the time being it was … Continue reading →

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A hall of residence for horses (Rousse)

I stabled the grey mare in my new hall of residence bedroom with a degree of reluctance. First I was dubious as to the ‘legality’ of keeping a horse on campus. I also harboured concerns over my skills as a … Continue reading →

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Accounting for poor American road race safety records (Rousse)

I knew that the safety record for road races in the US was poor, but it was not until I experienced one staged on a busy freeway that really understood the danger to life and limb. Such was the status … Continue reading →

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Hamleys for the depressed (Rousse)

Bored, lonely and depressed in London, I headed off to Hamleys. On the ground floor I visited the dull Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy exhibition. Then I walked up several flights of stairs with a pair of very overweight American … Continue reading →

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Looking for a new boyfriend (Rousse)

I was looking for a new boyfriend. The first candidate was lovely – tall, dark, and handsome – and we did have some fun together. However, he was much younger than me, a smoker, and offered limited conversation. I really … Continue reading →

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Biking through Oxford with a purpose (Rousse)

I raced on my bike through the colleges of Oxford determined to catch up with TPR. I had two important things to tell him: I knew about all his affairs (including the recent one with MNX) and that he’d only … Continue reading →

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