The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

January 22nd, 2011

Brisbane II

(Right: it’s about time I finished off documenting the ‘Fynn’s Australian adventure. It’s hard to imagine how different things must be after the horrific flooding earlier this month — thankfully, Chris, Leyla & Scarlet are fine.) After having spent Friday messing about on the water, Saturday was a designated drinking day. That afternoon Chris guided […]

December 12th, 2010

Brisbane I

Chris met the three of us at Brisbane airport and ferried us back to his new house in his dependable, pie-warmer-equipped Forester. We said hello to Leyla and their new daughter Scarlet, and I was amazed once again how natural it is to say hi to these guys even though we often don’t see each […]

January 16th, 2007

Photographic evidence

See, I did go on holiday.

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


My jet lag has now entirely disappeared but has been replaced by the lesser know tent lag.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


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 […]