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Hugh Grant’s wife spills sex story beans (Rousse)

On the spot I volunteered to give the address at the end of the University reunion dinner. What better subject than the sexual exploits of two girls from my hall of residence, now respectable grown women, and seated before me … Continue reading

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A clumsy masked stranger (Rousse)

He called himself ‘Rikki’, but we really had no idea of the real identity of the dark, masked stranger. He could well be a con man. Even when he spilt red wine all over the cream sitting room carpet at … Continue reading

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High fashion for alcoholics (Rousse)

It was rumoured that Belle downed 16 bottles of red wine a day. Perhaps that accounted for her weird dress sense? Today she was wearing a pastel summer dress over bright red tartan trousers.

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German child expert rescues newborn from drunken babysitter (Rousse)

Not long after the S family moved house to the other side of town, J returned to babysit for the new neighbours. She looked after their newborn baby every afternoon so that they could attend cricket matches. Given that our … Continue reading

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Speeding in Stockton-on-Tees (Rousse)

TPR drove at top speed along Bishopton Avenue, then continued straight on at the junction with Bishopton Road West and into Oxbridge Avenue. What he didn’t appreciate was that since his last visit to this part of Stockton-on-Tees two decades … Continue reading

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A (possibly) dead husband and a stolen Christmas parcel (Rousse)

Life had been difficult since TPR died of cancer, but I resolved to lead as ‘normal’ a life as possible, and went to work as usual. I needed to tell the powers that be that the arrangement for collecting deliveries … Continue reading

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A secretive cold rice pudding home-coming (Rousse)

EH and I returned together from the book group meeting in West Lothian. We hailed a taxi to take us Steventon, then caught a number 11 bus that was en route to Tranent via Edinburgh city centre. Back at home … Continue reading

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The drunkard and the dead dog of the depths (Rousse)

GG was so surprised to find me outside her house that she collapsed on the pavement in a heap before I even had a chance to greet her. When eventually she came to, she was delighted to meet me for … Continue reading

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Wine Haiku performance at the National Library of Scotland (Rousse)

I visited TPR in his shared student accommodation. The flat was still a dump, but at least the landlord had at last started to replace the rotting flooring. In the tiny bedroom I worked on my French homework: writing an … Continue reading

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A wasted wedding day in Edinburgh (Rousse)

This had to be the most boring and short-lived wedding celebration of all time. Although some of my most interesting school friends were amongst the guests (including JB and GB, now a married couple themselves), TPR and I were sitting … Continue reading

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