The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

December 28th, 2005


that was très civilised. Christmas Day passed in a pleasant haze of food and enough beer, in an alternate universe, to have drunk myself under the table. On Boxing Day we walked along the beach to the Crusoe in Lower Largo, and if you kept the power station behind you, it was a genuinely picturesque […]

December 22nd, 2005

Jesus Christmas.

What a farce – work has descended into chaotic wailing and gnashing of teeth with one day to go before everyone gets the hell out of Dodge and stays as far from it as humanly possible for the next week and a half. Your correspondent, of course, is still here, confronted with a Sisyphyean task […]

December 19th, 2005

As per usual,

the festive season has resolved itself into a constant stream of enjoyable nightly boozing and less enjoyable financial stress. On Friday I went along to a mini bash at Vanessa’s small but perfectly formed flat. We drank mulled wine and ate fun-size sausage rolls; I used the sentence “I’ll need to consult the board on […]

December 12th, 2005

Come with us

on a journey through time and Broughton Street. Tiny Monkey practices of late have been getting a little routine, and we were all feeling varying degrees of frustration with them. We’d turn up, go through the same tunes (some of which we’ve been playing for almost two years), make a patchy attempt at a new […]

December 9th, 2005

Look on, ye mortals, and tremble.

Tiny Monkey salutes Russ Abbot. Russ Abbot. What a night.

December 6th, 2005

Just as I was starting to get into the Swing of things

they go and try to teach us something that requires an honest-to-God ability to dance. Michelle was schoolgirl-giddy when they announced that Thursday’s lesson would be covering blues dancing; we’d seen a couple doing it on the dancefloor (and that marginal double entendre is far closer to the truth than you might imagine) at the […]