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Rousse’s disappointing trip to the cinema

We were at the cinema for the showing if the latest 3D Toy Story-type offering thanks to Oracle and a contract with Coke. When this was made public by the cinema staff TPR took the huff and we left without … Continue reading

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Rousse’s Princes Street rescue

TPR stayed at the venue to perform his Fringe act, but I was too tired and very chilly. All I was wearing was my black wrap dress and absolutely nothing else – not even underwear. I needed cash for a … Continue reading

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Rousse solves practical problems at work

It was so difficult to find somewhere for a private conversation that EMc and I met under a chair in the middle of another meeting. I asked him to remove his glasses so that I could see him more clearly. … Continue reading

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Plots as complicated as Corrie (Rousse)

It was a secret tryst off the M25 in 1996 that had led to this meeting with 14 year-old Kathy (who, at first, I thought was a boy) and her rather uncouth step-father Keith. I must say I was not … Continue reading

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Tubes, trains and bathrooms (Rousse)

I was the one who uncovered the real reason why the London underground workers had gone on strike: the tube stations were now so busy that they felt that their privacy at work was threatened. ======= I accompanied two Australian … Continue reading

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Bruce Forsyth’s competition (Rousse)

My husband had aged overnight and taken on the appearance of a sprightly Bruce Forsyth. I was not impressed at the amount of attention that he was paying visiting American teenagers and his decision to take them all to a … Continue reading

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Rousse prepares for death

I hurtled along on my skis over the edge of a cartoon cliff. My husband grabbed my arm from above and I hung in the air terrified of what lay below for a few moments before I declared “It’s OK, … Continue reading

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