The Roquefort Files

(if that doesn’t sound too oxymoronic), last week was blissfully quiet. I have absolutely no recollection of what I did most days, and generally that’s a good sign – presumably nothing went badly awry. One notably excellent event was the mini dinner party Ash and I threw in her flat on Sunday evening. She cooked [...]

“It’s curtains for the Monkey Ladies and gentlemen, after two years, three gigs and more line-up changes than both put together, Tiny Monkey has decided to call it quits. It’s been a lot of fun, but marshalling a five-piece band both in terms of logistics and musical direction* has taken its toll and it’s time [...]

but I’m talking neither about breakfast cereal nor horse tranquilisers. Keef of 8 Million Ways To Die came round to the flat the other night to borrow some bass gear and we started talking again about The K Project: a band composed entirely of people called Keith. We were beaten to the punch to the [...]

is a car collector. A car collector. Why was this never on the “suitable jobs” form at school?

are across in the UK at the moment, and Doug and I took the opportunity to head up to Aberdeen in the the Trøll this weekend to spend some quality time with Chris before their departure for Oz. We picked him up and headed out into the sticks towards his mate Brian’s farm. On the [...]

that I’m abandoning the wicked crazy life of rocking, rolling and Trølling in favour of pursuing a career in cookery writing, worry not. I had in fact intended to chronicle this last week’s escapades along with its foodie highlights on Monday, but somehow they didn’t gel. (Or caramelise, perhaps.) Dave and I went to see [...]

On an eerily similar note to Dev’s latest entry, my week was overshadowed by a cookbook Jeff gave to me for my Christmas. Not for me the completely awesome-sounding Meat Book but instead Nigel Slater’s excellent Kitchen Diaries. It works as a kind of seasonal-by-default cookbook, where he describes the food he has cooked or [...]