The Roquefort Files

Nous sommes arrivées, as the almost-locals say. We caught a relaxed flight from Glasgow to Hamilton in Tuesday, with some notable and pleasing departures from our usual travail arrangements: no leaving before dawn or sleeping in airports on this trip, with the added bonus of a rental car that didn’t offend by automotive sensibilities (a [...]

What a week…shit has been going down, yo. Finally though, things seem to be clawing their way back to normality. Ash’s student visa has been granted, so having bought a flat in Glasgow we now have the privilege of being allowed to live in it for a while; various intrigues and skullduggery surrounding my job [...]

down here in Stockbridge. There are, no doubt, sweaty masses of poncho’d tourists clogging the Royal Mile, rubbernecking as they plod past performance artists* and drama students, with everyone getting alternately soaked and boiled by the schizophrenic weather. I imagine this, but having avoided the place all month I am happy in my ignorance. We [...]

let the band begin to play. In other words, the Coba Fynn demo is finally here and Davis has done astonishing work on it. Get it here!

I’ll be messing about with the layout and so on for a while yet, but all new posts will pop up here (and on the new feed) from now on. Comments or suggestions are welcome!

This movie should have been terrible. Michael Bay “directing”; writing so bad the audience was moved to groan in unison at several points, and a plot copied blow by blow from from My First Action-Adventure Book for Boys. Instead, I am pleased to say that it was freakin’ awesome. It starts off with so obvious [...]

and applied it liberally to my bike’s chain, which was starting to sound a little dry and rattly. Pleased with my handiwork, I cycled stealthily to work. At lunchtime I jumped on the bike again to head over to Leith Walk to buy some lunch. The sun was out and I was enjoying the break [...]