The Roquefort Files

Last night, Devon and Annabel had a sort of hybrid Thanksgiving dinner/soirée down at their incredibly swanky and clean1 flat. I’m a little hazy as to the real meaning of Thanksgiving (something about slaughtering indigenous peoples or somesuch), but I was certainly giving thanks for the sheer variety and quality of PIE available. Pumpkin pie, [...]

BOB IS ALIVE! Turns out Jeff found him and let him go outside. Josh took a picture of him though, so with any luck I should be able to prove I’m not just making this shit up.

Praise Jebus! The weekend wasn’t as catastrophically awful1 as I had predicted. So much for the power of science. On Thursday morning I was woken up from my post-Scotland-defeat hangover by a text message that said, rather succinctly: “Do you like classical music?”. A few painfully slowly typed messages later and I had been invited [...]

Last night the Roquefort Files helped save the world, while the Scotland football team failed to save anything. So we got drunk, and it was good.

This weekend was something of a mixed bag. Statistically speaking, next weekend is probably going to suck the big one. To wit: Mon Sep 01: “Bit of a fun-filled extravaganza over the past week or so…” Mon Sep 22: “That was a fine weekend, I have to say” Mon Sep 29: “Another decent weekend for [...]

I was making a cup of tea the other day and I heard what sounded like a grasshopper or cricket chirping somewhere in the kitchen. I circled about, trying to find it, and it sounded like it was behind the cooker. What the fuck? A grasshopper behind the cooker? It stopped chirruping whenever I got [...]

I went to see Grandaddy (of the criminally under-represented electro-country future-shock pop/rock genre) at the Carling Academy in Glasgow on Friday night. I got to Neil’s flat a bit late, after a slightly frantic hoon to Renfrew to pick up some tickets from Mart and then back into the city centre. We met up with [...]

Party update #3: Some of Michelle’s pictures, hijacked by your correspondent. Sour cream update #1: Still clogging up the fridge, only now it’s gone off.

The Roquefort Files went to see the mighty Snow Patrol last night at the Liquid Room. I managed to remember my ticket once I was already half way there, so after going back to the flat to get it I got to the gig about 8.15 pm or so, missing the support band. Apparently they [...]

Party update #1: Who’s the baddest gangster? Mmm. Hmm. Josh’s take on the party.