The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

March 30th, 2004

Nose, grindstone. Grindstone, nose.

I’m back at work. You’d think that 24 hours travelling spread over 3 days would engender some long, thoroughly philosophical inner debate about something important. The western world’s preoccupation with pursuit of money as opposed to actual happiness perhaps; the themes of wartime responsibility and reconciliation suggested in An Artist Of The Floating World maybe, […]

March 28th, 2004

I’m sitting in an internet café in Waverley …

I’m sitting in an internet café in Waverley station, waiting for a train that doesn’t leave for another two hours. The webcam saga took a final twist the very day before I left for France, necessitating a trip down south to make some last minute alterations to the setup. I had written a vast, rambling, […]

March 24th, 2004

Technically speaking, I didn’t actually need this,…

Technically speaking, I didn’t actually need this, but my word: it is a top board. Plus we’ve had loads of snow over the past week, in stark contrast to the previous one, so the bigger board is a damn sight better in the powdery stuff. Speaking of which: I’m off to practise riding switch some […]

March 20th, 2004

Suited, booted and duck-footed*:

bienvenue a l’Arc 1800. I’ve managed to find a pub with internet access (the genius of this pairing has only now struck me), after being told in the last place (a laundry) that they don’t have access at the weekends. From Monday only, apparently. Strange. Anyway, we’re here, and have been for a week. The […]

March 10th, 2004

Remember the webcam stuff I’ve been whingeing abou…

Remember the webcam stuff I’ve been whingeing about? Well, it’s finished. I’ve twice tried to write semi-reasonable posts about the rigmarole I went through to finish this project but the first turned into a hugely long essay that just begged to be read in a monotone, and the second was more or less swear words […]

March 8th, 2004

Le weekend:

Friday: beat a girl at arm-wrestling. Thrown to the floor by said girl. In the pub. Shouted a lot about how good Teenage Fanclub are in comparison to Tom Waits. Shouted some more. Went to bed. Saturday: woke up with colossal hangover. Programmed (see webcam entry) all day, with reasonable success. Made tea. Drank tea. […]

March 5th, 2004

"And then a hell-beast ate them."

I got a taxi back from Ruth’s birthday night out on Monday. The driver turned round and said: “Where to, friend?” I can only assume he’ll be as sad as I was to see the last episode of Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace last night.

March 4th, 2004

I woke up at 11 am on Saturday.

“Christ!” I thought, “I’m going to be late for work”. Then I realised there is no work on Saturday. I woke up yesterday at 4 pm. “4 pm? Shit. I’ve missed work”. I stumbled out of bed, thinking “No time for a shower!”, got dressed and opened the curtains to reveal complete darkness. I went […]

March 1st, 2004

I was most disappointed that the bouncer on Friday…

I was most disappointed that the bouncer on Friday night failed to see the parallels between the GCHQ whistleblower case and letting me into a bar after they’d called last orders. I mean, it’s minor illegallity (pff) versus moral correctness, isn’t it? Taking a stand again the Man’s rules and doing what’s demanded by common […]