Tag Archives: TPR

William Morris book design determines undergraduate reading habits (Rousse)

Posted on December 12, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Now that the degree results had been published it was time to prepare for the graduation ceremony on campus at the University of Birmingham. Of course, TPR would be in the audience as usual, and I invited my nephew P … Continue reading →

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Unappreciative Christmas guests (Rousse)

Posted on December 10, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The flat was bursting with visitors, the majority of whom were students with nowhere to stay over Christmas. There were two shy Chinese girls and one Chinese boy, a Korean boy sporting a huge mop of jet black hair, a … Continue reading →

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Body-shrinking elevator now operational in Manhattan (Rousse)

Posted on December 9, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR and I began a new life in New York, where we rented a fully-serviced apartment on the 42nd floor of a gleaming steel and glass Manhattan skyscraper. Released from all the everyday ties of our old life in the … Continue reading →

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The apprehension of Interpol’s most wanted (Rousse)

Posted on December 4, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We were coming to the end of the Christmas vacation and were thoroughly partied out. When TM, SC and I returned to our hotel at 06:40 after another heavy night, we wondered how on earth we would cope with getting … Continue reading →

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Time to diet (Rousse)

Posted on November 27, 2012 by Dreamaticus

While the others were at the morning marriage ceremony, TPR and I prepared for the afternoon celebrations. We scoured the woods for mushrooms, then brought our haul home to check against the text books. We didn’t want to risk poisoning … Continue reading →

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Miniscule, muscular, olive-skinned actors (Rousse)

Posted on November 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR and I were the only audience members at this bizarre performance. Apparently it had been playing to a packed house every night, and the only reason that it was so quiet today was that we had chosen to come … Continue reading →

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The body in the bedroom (Rousse)

Posted on November 17, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR made the gruesome discovery when we lifted the bed across to the other side of the room. Gently swinging from from the bedstead was the stiff little corpse of a fully dressed toddler. From the state of the decomposing … Continue reading →

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Daring Danish rescue attempt ends with death (Rousse)

Posted on November 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I’d only met C in real life once before. Since our brief encounter earlier in the year all our recent contact had been online, where C’s alias was A. He’d agreed to pass on some photography hints to TPR so … Continue reading →

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How to stop a straying husband (Rousse)

Posted on November 2, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR was about to go astray again. I managed to remove him from the clutches of LP long enough to remind him of the consequences of a third affair. The best way to distract him, it appeared, was to take … Continue reading →

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Lambs to the slaughter (Rousse)

Posted on November 2, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We were living in temporary accommodation with a flock of sheep until our move south was complete. Something had gone horribly wrong overnight, possibly due to my carelessness with a canteen of cutlery. I’d dropped it down the staircase and … Continue reading →

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