The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

October 28th, 2006

After leaving Memphis,

we drove southeast towards Tupelo, intending to complete the Elvis experience by visiting his birthplace. As soon as we turned off I55 we were in stereotypical Bible Belt country: almost many churches as homes, and as many trailers as permanent houses. Abandoned cars and trucks lay rusting in driveways and ditches every half mile or […]

October 24th, 2006

We arrived in Memphis

to find it warm and muggy – a happily faint echo of the sweaty furnace of the last time I was in the South – and took a cab to our salubrious lodgings. “The King’s Court Motel?” said our incredulous driver. “Lemme just say, if it was just you sir, you’d hear a knock on […]

October 20th, 2006

En route:

Neil and I both took our leave from Brisbane on Monday, after a final day of fine hospitality from Chris and Leyla. I was sad to leave – it had been great to be around C&L again for a while; I’d just started to appreciate the pastoral side of the country, and even though I […]

October 19th, 2006

The eve of the wedding arrived,

and with Leyla off in the Stambrook Plaza hotel to prepare, the groom and his compadres did the same. Chris and Brian picked up the kilts and I took the opportunity to have a last-minute bagpipe practice. And then we all got drunk. So it came to pass that on the day of the wedding, […]

October 12th, 2006

Due to my sudden apparent respiratory dysfunction,

and deprived of the week’s planned aquatic adventures, I jumped on the coat-tails of Neil, Bryan and Chris as they ploughed a tourist furrow through Brisbane and its environs. First up on Tuesday was a prescient re-run of my introduction to Brisbane from three years ago: along the Brisbane River on the CityCat ferry, a […]

October 9th, 2006

Insectile armageddon.

In slightly happier news, it was my birthday yesterday and I’ve now reached the ripe old age of 29. (Although arguably, the first clause in that sentence should be revised.) The household was sluggish at best after Chris’ stag/buck’s do the night before, and that suited me fine. We ate some freshly laid eggs for […]

October 8th, 2006

Torpedoed!

My jet lag has now entirely disappeared but has been replaced by the lesser know tent lag. I had thought that my internal body clock had successfully set itself to Brisbane Mean Time, but it now seems to be inextricably linked to the sunset and sunrise. It gets dark, and I more or less fall […]

October 6th, 2006

The holiday gathers momentum,

even if your host does not. Chris’ family – mum, dad, sister and brother-in-law – have arrived, and only this morning Neil was dropped off from his brief fishin’ sojourn with another Brisbanian mate. Chris and I spent an evening erecting a tent city/favela in the back yard for the migrant Joads wedding guests and […]

October 3rd, 2006

J’arrive!

My jet lag has all but evaporated, and I’m now reclining in conspicuous luxury chez Chris et Leyla. The house is excellent; in fact, it’s really more of a property than a house – chooks (chickens) out the back; a massive barbie (barbeque) on which to cook snags (sausages) and a fridge (fridge) full of […]

October 1st, 2006

The terrorists have already won

I got through the security at Edinburgh with nary a comment, and after lugging my kit to Heathrow Terminal 3, settled into the check-in queue. (As an aside, spending five hours waiting for a flight at Heathrow does feel slightly Terminal.) “What hand luggage do you have?” asked the guy behind the desk. “Just this […]