The Roquefort Files

(A short interlude before I finish writing about the ‘Fynn’s Oz tour.) Merry Christmas! This is, somewhat improbably, the 8th Christmas go-round for the Roquefort Files; not only that, but in an echo of the reason I started this whole enterprise in the first place, I find myself in the midst of documenting a recent [...]

I am, quite literally, back in the house. Our September road trip is finally documented — exhaustively so, and now with extra free photographs in most entries — and normality has ruled during the four months since then. Many birthdays, for instance, have come and gone. A chronological subset follows: Me Chris Neil Devon Jesus [...]

I had a good Christmas, I really did. Ash & I found a great new flat in “Hillside”* a few days before Christmas, paranoically calling the letting agent almost as soon as we’d left. We spent the evening before Christmas with the heating at full bore, playing with our respective new toys, then drove over [...]

We spent a pleasant Christmas at my parents’ place over in the Kingdom; my first Christmas spent in a house I actually own will just have to wait its turn. Speaking of which, it turns out buying a flat is a licence for relatives to abdicate responsibility for aforethought in the present buying process. “They [...]

of random bits today, rather than a coherent post. * * * Ruth was working on Christmas Eve, in a little bar a couple of towns along from my parents’ house. I drove along to pick her up after the pub had closed and they’d had a chance to close up, at about 1.30 am. [...]

For the first time in almost a decade, I’ve done most of my Christmas shopping before the day itself. I still needed to get something for my Mum and to pick up some wrapping paper and cards, and so on Sunday I walked along to Stafford Street to make my yearly pilgrimage to Studio One [...]