The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

July 29th, 2004

Coba Fynn

get their rocks off at Davis’ wedding. Notably absent from the video’s soundtrack is any bass whatsoever. Must remember to turn the fucker on next time.

July 28th, 2004

I’m writing this in the yawning vacuum of an afternoon off work.

We had a TM practise at Banana Row last night from 9 to 12 pm. It went encouragingly well; we’re starting to hang together as a band (read: we’re nodding to each other before changing from verse to chorus) and actually sound pretty convincing. Apart from the lack of vocals, but we’re working on that. […]

July 25th, 2004

I cooked tea for Neil and Kate on Friday night. We…

I cooked tea for Neil and Kate on Friday night. We cracked open a few beers, played some CDs and generally hung out. At least I assume this is what “hanging out” is. Never been very good at societal staples like that. Anyway. I’d been out with some guys from work earlier, and the few […]

July 19th, 2004

It has been a boozy, boozy weekend.

It kicked off with a solid session on Friday night with the usual suspects and continued on Saturday night, when we’d been invited to an 80s party. Out came the yuppie suit and red braces. I’d decided that this was going to be the night of the German Beer Experiment. I’ve started to suffer from […]

July 15th, 2004

¡Oh mi palabra!

Heh. Someone accessed the Roquefort Files through Yahoo’s Spanish translator. It’s cod-Spanish GENIUS. What possessed them to do this, I wonder?

July 14th, 2004

Chalky, not chewy.

I’m feeling a bit ropey today as a result of a Tiny Monkey practise and subsequent boozing. One of the guys at work, seeing me sprawled on the staffroom couch and hearing me quietly croak a register lower than normal, asked me if I’d like some painkillers. Apparently he got into the habit of carrying […]

July 10th, 2004

Capitalism sucks.

The Roquefort Files’ first foray into the free market economy came to a rather abrupt end today. Ali, Josh, Helen and I had been working on an idea for some mobile phone software (with grandiose plans to turn it into a “framework” once the sponduliks started rolling in) for the past few months or so. […]

July 9th, 2004

Finally! Something to write/rant about other than …

Finally! Something to write/rant about other than the crappy ads on Bid-up TV. I went to see Fahrenheit 9/11 last night. I hadn’t been sure whether to go or not; I read Fast Food Nation a while back after hearing so much about it, and I was rather underwhelmed. Given my cynicism about corporate behaviour […]

July 4th, 2004

I went out for a quiet drink on Wednesday night.

And to be fair, it stayed relatively quiet, even after we ended up in the Carwash, acquired Ray’s double Nick and had a final drink in Espionage. All well and good. I woke up the next day feeling bad. And I don’t mean hangover bad. Full-on, Exorcist-style bad. I spent the day fitfully sleeping and […]