Tag Archives: TPR

Smoking menthol cigarettes to lose weight (Rousse)

Posted on January 18, 2015 by Dreamaticus

As was the tradition, my colleagues were in Glasgow staffing the National Museum of Scotland on 2nd January so that the museum staff could take an extra day off. Already there was trouble at the entrance. One of my colleagues … Continue reading →

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The canapé thief (Rousse)

Posted on January 17, 2015 by Dreamaticus

Once again I was at an over-catered work event. Hardly anyone turned up, and loads of food was destined for the bin. I couldn’t bear the thought of such waste. So in front of those who had bothered to attend … Continue reading →

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University of Birmingham releases exam marks 29 years late (Rousse)

Posted on January 11, 2015 by Dreamaticus

It was about 06:00am when I heard someone come in through the back door of the flat and make their way into the kitchen. I leapt out of bed, pulled on some pyjamas, and went to confront the burglars. What … Continue reading →

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Flying ducks, a yellow Aga, and Nottingham University’s Nobel prize winners (Rousse)

Posted on January 10, 2015 by Dreamaticus

I was appalled at how my sister S had persuaded my parents to change the decor of their house. Flying ducks climbed the drawing room wall to the left of the fireplace, the dining room was hung with shop sale … Continue reading →

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Economical in-flight entertainment (Rousse)

Posted on January 8, 2015 by Dreamaticus

We hadn’t quite finished packing for our trip for Australia. We were so excited at the prospect of heading to the warmth of a late Antipodean summer, leaving the bitter cold of a British January behind. I reminded TPR to … Continue reading →

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Bathroom upgrade (Rousse)

Posted on January 8, 2015 by Dreamaticus

TPR had been very busy in my absence. He’d plumbed in the two new bathroom suites, both of which were chunky white. He’d also started decorating both bathrooms in pale green colours. Our own bathroom – no longer en suite … Continue reading →

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Wife swap for ferret (Rousse)

Posted on January 6, 2015 by Dreamaticus

Hexham was packed with early morning commuters walking to work. It was particularly difficult to get through the narrow gap next to the abbey with so many people fighting to reach their offices on time for a 09:00am start. Once … Continue reading →

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A spiked drink victim (Rousse)

Posted on January 3, 2015 by Dreamaticus

TPR was very unhappy with our new life in London. I tried to sell it to him by showing him the sights at weekends, but he was not to be converted. Walking through Kensington one day, TPR quickened his pace. … Continue reading →

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A disappointing trip to Africa with Thomson (Rousse)

Posted on December 23, 2014 by Dreamaticus

A Thomson Holidays trip to North Africa was as miserable as I feared. The hotel dining room was the biggest disappointment. It was as drab as a student refectory, and at mealtimes you were obliged to share your dinner table … Continue reading →

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The hottest tickets in town (Rousse)

Posted on December 19, 2014 by Dreamaticus

My former classmate, and erstwhile rock god, HJ battled his way past his excited fans to shake TPR’s hand and give me a massive hug. At 6’3″ he’d grown somewhat since I last saw him on the campus of the … Continue reading →

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