The Roquefort Files

Chez Roquefort has now been humming along nicely for a couple of weeks (for me; Ash was here during my week in Richmond) and I feel like we’ve properly moved in. To wit: We gots the internet! I’ve excised the shambling Cthulhu-esque beast that is BT from RFHQ’s communication infrastructure and took great pleasure in [...]

we found Ash’s rucksack missing from her bed and replaced by a sleeping girl. Good God, I thought, what next? Ash started looking for her stuff amongst the rest of the gear strewn around the room while I went downstairs to talk to the duty manager. It turned out that after we’d moved our stuff [...]

to the last ever Tiny Monkey practice, and watch as we plough messily but enthusiastically through I Predict a Riot. It’s actually quite poignant for me, because Mart is leaving our shared workplace for a new job in Glasgow in a couple of weeks’ time. Good luck, Mart! I predict that we shall rock again.

Okay, I exaggerate. Our experience of it mostly sucked. The queue of cars and coaches backed up behind the accident started moving maybe three hours after it had ground to a halt, and we crawled past the rather disturbing wreckage of the crashed coach, pushed off to the side of the road. (I found out [...]

bound for Whistler, a little fearful of taking out my shiny new Mac laptop. I’m not worried about being mugged – this bus is, as with everything Canadian, exactly like its American counterpart only much nicer – I’m just worried that I’d disappear in a puff of bourgeois smoke if I did so. We arrived [...]

is now fully transported to Stockbridge. We moved over the weekend with some able assistance from both Jeff (cheers!) and the Trøll, and it all looks suspiciously like it went without a hitch. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to call a flat mine – ours! – that it’s still slightly unreal. This [...]