The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

May 29th, 2006

In a strange twist of fate,

the timely winding up of one band has led me to suddenly be involved in three separate projects, thus removing at a stroke any and all free time I might have enjoyed as a result. This does not in itself displease me; quite the opposite, in fact, but has nevertheless turned me into a permanently […]

May 21st, 2006

Normal service is resumed:

i.e, I’ve had an enjoyable but not particularly noteworthy week. Let us enumerate said fun but eminently normal events: Jez hosted a mini dinner party round at his flat. We came, we saw, we ate, and it was good. Jeff said something about sausages that almost reduced me to tears of laughter, but my long-term […]

May 18th, 2006

Ah, Paris!

We picked Sally up near Opéra after a couple of restorative drinks, then negotiated the Métro to glittering Saint-Germain for another gut-busting meal in a very Jackie O al fresco café. Saint-Germain seemed to be devoted more to shopping than drinking, and so we caught the Métro back again and had a few in a […]

May 15th, 2006

Something of the track demons remained

on the drive to Luxembourg, and I leadfooted it along the first stretch of the autobahn. Turns out the Saab is good for 120 mph and a further traumatised Ashley, thanks to the heedless lemming drivers darting into the fast lane as we barrelled along with only ’70s brake technology to retard our progress. We […]

May 10th, 2006

Taxi! Or not.

We rocked up at the track around 6pm or so, and it was, to all intents and purposes, deserted. On a good day, the car park is apparently packed to the brim with exotic and otherwise mental motors, but the sole flag-bearer for the speed-merchant crowd was a be-stickered Impreza with the name “Maddog” alongside […]

May 8th, 2006

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth;

whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses* – then, I account it high time to get myself on an under-prepared, reckless road trip to foreign climes. Only this time, I did see fit to incorporate a journey to the world’s most infamous race […]