The Roquefort Files

Bit of a fun-filled extravaganza over the past week or so – water sports (and a lot of dubious pirate lingo) aplenty. First up was a trip down south to the Gold Coast, a bit of a surfer’s mecca startlingly resembling Miami as portrayed in GTA: Vice City. Interesting when video games get to the [...]

Okay, it’s quite warm here. Certainly warmer than the Edinburgh summer, and warm enough to warrant buying some shorts, which I don’t think I’ve worn since I was about 7. I wandered into a surf-type shop to get some trainer socks to go with my sick new shorts, picked some, and took them to the [...]

Well, I’m in Australia, visiting Chris and Leyla. I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of sitting largely immobile in a space reminiscent of the inside of a coffin for 36 hours before, so the new experiences started thick and fast. I had that odd ‘pre-illness’ feeling you (or one or at least I) [...]

Wahey! Enter the Roquefort Files. Currently, am neither enroute to or from, nor am ensconsed in a pub, so this’ll be a short entry. Very short, in fact.