The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

November 28th, 2005

In a nutshell

the week was a vertible orgy of slightly inebriated chat, mostly with the Mafia and my new crony/foil Ashley, bringing to the party the unique perspective of a Canadian archaeologist turned chef. If there ever was a person qualified to use the word “dude” in a really convincing way but who I have never heard […]

November 21st, 2005

Q: "What’s it called?"

A: “Cumbernau- what the hell is that thing?” A few post-work drinks on Friday night became a rather enjoyable evening and ended up with me staggering home at some ungodly hour and then getting up half an hour before I was due to meet Davis for Saturday’s TM practice. I took a taxi (a rather […]

November 18th, 2005

In the style of Papa Lazarou: "Hello Dave."

Tiny Monkey got together for a slightly crippled practice on Wednesday night. My finger was still painful if I applied any pressure with it, and Mart’s voice seemed to have started to re-break. I popped a load of Ibuprofen, we ate and drank heartily at the Basement and got to Banana Row more or less […]

November 14th, 2005

Jazz! Nice.

It’s been one of those disjointed weeks without any one really big event; I managed to do something mostly fun and mostly interesting each night without feeling the need to write home about any one of them. Lucky for you, then, that I seek validation through publishing verbose accounts of prosaic boozing and everyday chat. […]

November 7th, 2005

Email from Doug re the weekend’s amusements:

B2: “Hello, Berkeley 2.” ME: “Hi. We have a rehearsal booked today at 3 o’clock under the name Tiny Monkey.” B2: “Uh huh, yes.” ME: “I’m afraid to say that bass player has a broken hand from street fighting last night and the rest of the band are cripplingly hungover. So we will have to […]

Saturday night’s alright for fighting, part 2:

Katie’s off to Glasgow for a new job there and so she threw a flat cooling-type party for all of her Edinburgh mates. It was really good fun; I spoke to a load of people I hadn’t seen for ages (as is always the way at Katie’s parties, it seems – the definition of ‘for […]