The Roquefort Files

Pretty damn heavily as it turns out, so I might try one more boarding day this weekend. I’m going to France for a couple of weeks at the end of February, so I don’t know whether or not to risk another day of purgatorial Scottish mountain weather before then… But I digress. On Monday a [...]

the one night of the year you can absolutely guarantee that someone’s going to try to goad/cajole/blackmail me into playing the bagpipes. And so it came to pass that last Sunday evening the Roquefort Files were enjoying a nicely relaxed Burns Supper along with the rest of the still-recuperating Mafia, courtesy of Annabel and Devon. [...]

The Mafia (in full, glorious effect – witness Jeff’s heroic inebriation and the multitude of Mafioso nationalities) descended upon a Big Fat Greek Party on Friday. There was drinking, talking loudly and standing around in a manically hand-clapping circle watching Greek people dance, one by one. ‘Nuff said, I think. Saturday consisted of one long, [...]

Rock I say, ROCK.

The Roquefort Files went to see Primal Scream in Glasgow on Friday night. They were playing in the Carling Academy (the same venue I’d seen Grandaddy at) and we managed to miss the support band. Again. Anyway, the ‘Scream wandered onto the stage (complete with Manny from the Stone Roses, quite clearly off his face [...]

I cannot wait till the day I get to be a snowboard instructor.

Doesn’t sound like a funk/dance night, does it? I didn’t think so either. It wasn’t a funk/dance night. The Barfly curse continues. I drove through to Glasgow on Saturday evening to go out with Doug and Neil; Doug just recently bought a new flat in a converted warehouse (v. trendy) and I met up with [...]

Dr. Dick (my work’s in-house sawbones) was of the opinion that I didn’t have the cold at all; I instead had the marvellously named Delirium Tremens. Or the DTs, if you’re a serial drunk. I hadn’t even known what it stood for, but it would certainly explain feeling alternately shivery and feverish and sleeping very [...]

I rather evilly sloped off to go for a day’s snowboarding on Saturday, rationalising the fact that if I were to go on Saturday, although I’d miss Antonio’s birthday lunch I’d at least see both him and Estelle that evening at her party. If I were to go on Sunday instead, I’d probably have to [...]

And I feel like I’ve survived a tour of duty in ‘Nam. This particular festive season has been pretty liberally festive, and it’s not over yet: if I can get through Antonio’s birthday lunch on Saturday and then Estelle’s party that night, I’ll consider myself free to curl up in a ball and sweat alcohol [...]