The Roquefort Files

Another decent weekend for the Roquefort Files (I’m starting to get suspicious. It’s all going to come crashing down at some point). As if my impending birthday wasn’t enough to hammer home my advancing decrepitude, I went to my first proper friend’s wedding on Saturday. I’ve known Finlay for as long as I can remember [...]

(Belated) Random Oz recollections #3: A few nights into the Roquefort Files’ inverted holiday, we wandered along to a predictably sprawling pub/restaurant for some marvellous pub grub. The Brisbane river festival was due to begin a few days before I left, and this pub (the Regatta) was hosting its own warm-up mini-festival called, inevitably, Regattafest. [...]

Today, the Roquefort Files are having a self-congratulatory “look how cool my friends’ websites are” day, hoping that some of the reflected glory will add to my own tarnished lustre. On with the sickeningly accomplished show. First, witness the humbly named jjcasswell.com. See the Mafia at work and marvel at our no doubt Freudian tendencies [...]

A few of us went out last night for Annabel’s official birthday (like the Queen, you see) to a little Japanese* restaurant called Bonsai. It’s a tiny little place, but it was still completely empty apart from us. The chef was reading the paper when we arrived. No doubt it’ll fold like a cheap suit [...]

That was a fine weekend, I have to say, even if the travelling was restricted to the slightly damp north-east Lothian coast, and involving absolutely no pubs whatsoever. It kicked off with a rather boozy party for Annabel’s birthday on Friday evening. Devon had hired a tank of helium (astutely hidden in her room for [...]

Craig, a genius ex-colleague of mine, has just jacked in the rat race and jetted off to the land of Oz for a year. So far (T plus 4 days), he’s seen giant orange monkeys, drunk beer and made a young lady friend, which are three interesting things that failed to occur in the entirety [...]

The Roquefort Files’ next trip to foreign climes/pubs has come to fruition: Amsterdam in December for a spot of pre-Christmas carousing. After that, a few agonising months away lies WINTER, and thence snowboarding. Hot damn…

Jesus, I’m definitely back now. Winter in Brisbane (a most civilised 20&deg – 27&deg) has given way to late summer in Edinburgh (something godawful like a low of 10&deg and a lack of any visible light).

Random Oz recollections #2: The mighty Brisvegas, as seen from a speeding ferry. Actually, now I think about it, all of the water-borne transport in Oz seemed capable of absolutely caning along. Fast boats, big pubs and an innate ability to cook steaks well. This is a fine country… Is this me or Doug? – [...]

Just a quick post to point out the spiffing new ‘comments’ link on the sidebar, helpfully provided by enetation.co.uk, a free web annotation service. I’ll tidy up the format to match the main page once I get the hang of style sheets. See? Shorter and less interesting. Everything is proceeding as I have forseen.