The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

September 23rd, 2010

Old Orléans

I felt like a new man when I woke up in Bruges. Which was nice, because the me of the day before was a broken-down alcoholic with impending liver failure. After checking out of the hostel we pottered into the middle of the old, walled town of Bruges. It was a lovely little place, full […]

September 18th, 2010

In Bruges

Ash and I are in Belgium, en route to a villa in the Dordogne where we will recline in the soleil and make idle chat for a week. It took us two days to get here. Two days of pain. We caught an overnight ferry from Newcastle to Ijmuiden in the Netherlands. The journey to […]

September 11th, 2010


There’s a cycle clothing company called Rapha which professes to cleave to a romantic view of cycling as a kind of purifying ritual, where man attacks col armed with a boutique steel road bike and clad in vintage-aping merino sportswear and emerges sweaty and reborn at the top. The Rapha website is thus awash with […]