The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

June 27th, 2004

Middlingest. Week. Ever.

To whit: Tiny Monkey had our first full practise at Banana Row, with Doug coming across from Glasgow to play drums. It went reasonably well, even though we lost our way a bit towards the end, possibly by racing through the set without paying enough attention to each individual song. I had expected it to […]

June 20th, 2004

Another breathless weekend?

Yes please. Alright, I’m being a bit melodramatic. Last year, Josh, Ally and I went through to Glasgow to meet up with Josh’s siblings for the art college’s degree show party thing and had such a good time we decided to go back again this year. The two other Casswells were there as well, with […]

June 17th, 2004

I was about to cycle back from work this evening

and it was uncharacteristically dark, looking like it might rain. I left my sunglasses off and headed home. When I came to the bridge over the cycle path I use to get home, I slung the bike on my shoulder and went down the stairs to the path. Almost immediately after getting back on and […]

June 15th, 2004

I woke up at 6.58 this morning, thought "This is t…

I woke up at 6.58 this morning, thought “This is too early for Sunday” and turned my alarm off. Woke up again at 11.01, thought “That’s more like it” then said aloud: “Shit.” Sleeping patterns one, RF nil.

June 13th, 2004

What a debacle…

after hearing last week about the open-air gig organised by Belle & Sebastian at the Botanic Gardens in Glasgow, I excitedly mass-emailed everyone to see if any of my jockrock-friendly mates wanted to go and see them. A few emails later and I had A) managed to convince a few of them to come along […]

June 10th, 2004

Paradoxically, this post is entirely about doing bugger all.

Tonight will be the first night in almost two weeks that your correspondent will be able to put his feet up and revel in lassitude. No pub quiz, no band practise, no French lessons and especially no random pub maniacs make the RF a dull and extremely relieved boy. I may have a cup of […]

June 5th, 2004

Hot damn.

I’m typing this while slouching on the Jeff’s skanky old couch, currently in my room to add a bit of bohemian style to the place, over our shiny new broadband connection. Through the flat’s wireless network, no less. This will no doubt increase the quantity of RF updates at the expense of the signal-to-noise ratio. […]

June 4th, 2004

Last night

took me to seven nights boozing in a row, which is a little worrying. Even more worrying was the random Botswanan girl that attached herself to us (Ray, Kate & I) in Pivo. We wandered in around 12 or 1 or so, and Ray (I think) went to get us some drinks. My eyes did […]