The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

October 31st, 2004

These days

as I hurtle headlong towards death and life foreshortens before me, I find that truly stupid drinking is often beyond my capabilities. Luckily the odd pirate-themed, eleven hour H(alfway House)a(ssembly)l(ogie Bairds)l(ast Drop)o(z bar)w(histle Binkies)e(nsign Ewart)e(spionage)n(icol Edwards) 4-binge pub crawl comes along to reassure me that when absolutely required, I can still handle my liquor. I […]

October 26th, 2004

It begins:

Josh now has also a blog.

October 25th, 2004

Birthday bash v2.

Both Neil’s and Devon’s birthdays (happy birthday, guys!) fell on or near this last weekend, and so a combined bash to end all bashes was planned for Saturday night. Of course, before we could approach such an endeavour with the (specific) gravity demanded of us, we had to warm up. On Friday night, then, the […]

October 20th, 2004

TM records.

We had a somewhat depleted practise on Sunday through at the Brill Building in Glasgow. With Dom and Dave both off on holiday, Mart, Doug and I were standing around in the middle of cavernous Room 2. Doug, fiddling with the mixing desk and his MP3 player, said “I’m going to try recording some stuff […]

October 18th, 2004


have again changed. Haloscan seems to have become a bit flaky of late, so hopefully for the last time, I’ve changed the comments to Blogger’s own system. At least this way the comments will only ever be unavailable if the entire blog is down, rather than relying on an external provider. Update: It’s not immediately […]

October 17th, 2004

Went to a party

on Friday night with Josh and Vanessa. Jeff’s cousin Hana, newly installed in a flat with some other colonials, threw a C-themed party. The idea was to come dressed as something beginning with C, to eat stuff beginning with C and, although I didn’t know it at the the time, fend off the advances of […]

October 11th, 2004

Birthday bash.

Friday: another birthday for me. Having felt a bit dodgy for a few days during the week (although mercifully not a repeat of last year), I was back to normal for the evening’s festivities. The 8th had been designated as a Hat Night for some time, so I was happy to subvert it to my […]


INT. BANANA ROW, EDINBURGH – NIGHT TINY MONKEY are standing around in their accustomed positions. They are discussing what to play. DAVE I’ve written some lyrics and a vocal melody for MonkeyOne. The world briefly wobbles on its axis. One or two bandmembers clutch nearby chairs/music stands for support. Mouths are agape. ALL What? DAVE […]

October 3rd, 2004


1. INT. CORE STUDIOS, GLASGOW – DAY TINY MONKEY are standing around in their accustomed positions. They are joined by DAVE, who is ‘trying out’ as a vocalist. KEITH What shall we do then? DAVE Let’s do ‘Run’. ALL ‘kay then. They play. DAVE sings. They finish. KEITH That was fucking great. ALL make general […]

Friday, 6.30 pm.

The Phoenix. “Pint of Stella and a packet of peanuts, please,” I say. “That your tea, is it?” “I hope not! Cheers.” Some considerably pintage later, my phone rings: Kate. “I’ve left my jumper in the Phoenix. Can you grab it and take it home when you leave?” Me, utterly slaughtered: “Yes. What does it […]