The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

November 22nd, 2004

TM records again

…and then buggers it up completely. Saturday’s session at the Brill Building went like clockwork. We all arrived near enough on time and set to work with military precision. Doug and Dave set up a borrowed 4-track tape recorder (hint: this motherfucking device is the unwitting villain of the piece) while I set up Doug’s […]

November 21st, 2004

Now, you may remember Jeff’s birthday present to m…

Now, you may remember Jeff’s birthday present to me last year. Yes, the speed dating. The speed dating. Jesus. This year, he, Devon and Neil clubbed together to get me a present. This time, it was, and I quote verbatim from the gift voucher, a “seaweed mud wrap and full body massage”. Okay, I spend […]

November 18th, 2004


it looks like Tiny Monkey’s stated aim of playing live before the end of the year won’t come to pass. Dom is off to a trade show next week, so he’s out of the country for about a week and a half. Just before he gets back, Doug then embarks on a marathon succession of […]

November 14th, 2004

Vegas, baby, Ve-

So it was like Vegas’ 7th birthday last night and on Thursday Josh was all “we need some tickets for that,” and I’m like “I’m so totally all over that,” and I lay down sixty big ones for four tickets and I’m all “dude, I got the tickets,” and he’s like “sweet!” and we’re both […]

November 7th, 2004


So, Friday was Guy Fawkes night and Edinburgh sounded like Sarajevo, circa 1993. Kate and I had planned to go to Meadowbank to watch the fireworks, but a big meal and approximately a bottle of wine each took the edge off our enthusiasm. Then, after watching the neighbours’ kids running around the garden with sparklers, […]

November 5th, 2004

Coba Fynn(ish) in living colour:

Chris sent us all a photo from the ‘Fynn’s recent reunion. Apparently Doug and I have morphed into hobbits. I’m getting into this band photo thing. More photos I say, and next time bring me a cigar to smoke in them.

November 2nd, 2004

TM in living colour:

tremble as we rock/smirk/smoulder for your edification. Pictures taken by Dave at last night’s pleasingly rocking practise (dare I call it a rehearsal?).