The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

December 29th, 2004

I woke up this morning,

and thought “Where the hell am I?”. Comfortable bed: check. Pleasantly warm room: check. So it certainly wasn’t my flat, anyway. Then I remembered I stayed at Kate’s after Faye and Donnie’s engagement party. Claire and Dave were staying that night as well, so I got up to say good morning (or afternoon). Here’s a […]

December 27th, 2004

"Das ist ein Unikum,"

exclaimed Joseph II on first tasting the Hungarian digestif in 1790. “Dear Christ,” I exclaimed on first tasting it, “that’s utterly revolting.” “God, I feel terrible,” I exclaimed rather more quietly the next morning as the Unicum (yes, really) wreaked havoc on my stomach, along with the other ingredients of the Monday night’s arbitrary and […]

December 20th, 2004

A return to form, of sorts.

After a disjointed week (ironically so, because I’d actually organised things more than a day ahead of time) this week drifted back into a more familiar pattern: booze, practise in the flat, rehearse with TM, booze, see a film. TM’s first Big Practise started at 2pm on Saturday. The five hour session was supposed to […]

December 16th, 2004

We had our office Christmas party last night

and it was completely uneventful. Having planned to break at least seven of the Scotsman’s ten office party rules, I didn’t get much beyond two. And they weren’t even the risqué ones. I’m losing my safari suited, colossal boozefest office party touch in my old age.

December 13th, 2004

It’s been a bit of a disjointed week.

Whereas I used to feel that I did stuff that I’d decided maybe the day before, the last few weeks seem to have been predetermined from some time in the past that I can’t remember. I pick up my phone, look up the day’s calendar entry and think “Oh. Really? I’m doing that today? When […]

December 5th, 2004

Well,

that was a spectacularly uneventful week off. Apart from going to Glasgow on Tuesday to watch Doug’s plays, the rest of it was taken up by the following, in order of time spent on said activity: Sleep. I slept a lot. Got up around 11 am each day, wandered through to the living room and […]

December 1st, 2004

Spaced,

series 2, episode 7. Tim: “Aren’t you going to ask me how it went?” Daisy: “How’d it go?” Tim: “Really badly.” Apologies for brevity again, but there’s not a lot about the weekend worth going into here. Once again a question of keeping personal stuff away from the unkind gaze of the internet. Maybe some […]