The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

August 30th, 2005

It’s slightly unreal

to look at stories like this and to think that we passed through half of the places on the map just a couple of months ago. We avoided tropical storm Arlene (downgraded from hurricane just before we arrived) by the skin of our teeth and swam in the Gulf of Mexico at Pass Christian, just […]

August 29th, 2005

Thursday night

cast a long, long shadow over the weekend. Friday…I just don’t want to talk about Friday. Suffice it to say that working until 9pm while feeling that bad is an experience that I don’t intend to repeat in a hurry. Or, with luck, ever. Saturday was another rehearse-and-mix-recordings affair, followed by a cretin-free train home […]

August 26th, 2005

Christ almighty:

what a trial. It was Jez’s birthday yesterday, so I wandered down to the Star Bar to meet up with him and a few of the usual suspects for a quiet few pre-weekend birthday drinks. Fast forward to 1 am. Jez, despite being only barely able to stand, is dancing on the uplit dancefloor of […]

August 22nd, 2005

Festival fatigue?

The festival’s always a bit trying if you live in Edinburgh, but living slap bang in the middle of post-midnight buskers playing either bagpipes* or the same three Oasis songs over and over again is starting to irritate me ever so slightly. So apologies in advance if this entry is a bit on the misanthropic […]

August 17th, 2005

Vegas rocks two times:

my word, the photos just keep coming. Courtesy of DaveM.

August 16th, 2005

Vegas rocks

over at jjcasswell.com. Damn, we’re smooth.

August 15th, 2005

After a truly uninspiring week

consisting mostly of cooking, running and avoiding the pub, the weekend arrived and decided to make its presence throroughly felt. On Friday, Dave, Michelle and I met up with a worse-for-wear Jeff and assorted Mafia types in Hector’s (we’re becoming terribly gauche in our old age) for a speculative few pints. Vague plans to go […]

Two years to the day

of inward-looking diarism strained through a “wanky filter” (© JJC). Forward the RF!

August 8th, 2005

Abandon all hope/money/sobriety, all ye who enter here.

I don’t know whether it’s the summer, the festival or the novelty of living above a brothel, but I feel like I haven’t stopped going out for bloody ages. And this isn’t blowing my own trumpet. More of a cry for help. Or a night off. On Thursday Cedric, a friend of Vanessa’s (he used […]

August 1st, 2005

Thursday

(as is becoming traditional) was flat booze destruction day. We went for a curry at Tipoo Sahib just round the corner. I say “Tipoo Sahib” while in actual fact I mean “the 1970s”. Incredible place – a ’70s time capsule Indian restaurant in a basement, serving a wide variety of blandly identical curries. I recommend […]