The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

October 16th, 2010

En Plean air

The Roquefort Files are currently on holiday tour with Coba Fynn in Australia. More on that soon, but first a post about my first cyclocross race. You might want to skip this one if the bike blogging isn’t up your alley! As I stood by the chip van with a lorne sausage roll in one […]

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 […]

August 24th, 2010

OrkneyDullard has updated his status

It is just after midnight and I can’t sleep, so I’m lying on the couch and listening to Mogwai’s incomparably bombastic, optimistic magnum opus Mogwai Fear Satan. The music swells and fades and batters and sighs; it is a song that demands attention. Earlier tonight I did my first cycle race, the Edinburgh 48 in […]

August 11th, 2010

I have flipped the stem

This biking thing is getting out of hand. Last Wednesday I slunk away from my desk half an hour early, got changed into my cycling gear in the disabled toilet (fewer passers-by to remark on the lycra, you see) and headed downstairs to unlock my bike. I was off to the village of Kirkliston (tr. […]

March 13th, 2010

Pie power

I was back in Fife last weekend for my sister’s 30th birthday. My Dad has finally tumbled to the fact that cans of beer left in a draughty cupboard for a couple of hours before a shindig do not become chilled to any perceptible degree, and so this time round a pair of ice-laden pails […]

February 6th, 2010

Pictures, or it didn’t happen

(This post comes from the typing-up-loose-ends department.) You may recall that I bought an old Peugeot racing bike in Vancouver with the object of converting it to singlespeed. Well, the path to singlespeed enlightenment does not always run smooth, as I found out to my cost. (I will admit that I did not bear that […]

February 5th, 2010


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 […]

September 29th, 2009

August behaviour, pt 4.

The second week of the diving class came and went without a hitch, but before the final open water dives, there was one last cycling endeavour to be had. I’d met a guy called John at lunch in the office a few times. We’d chatted a bit about the Tour de France as it had […]

September 22nd, 2009

August behaviour, pt 3.

The MS bike ride I mentioned before fell on the Sunday in the middle of the diving course. I hauled myself out of bed at an ungodly hour that morning (that’s one aspect of Vanouver’s outdoor fetish I could do without) to an uncharacteristically grey sky and spent a while swithering over whether to go […]

September 15th, 2009

August behaviour, pt 1.

After a relatively sedate July, August went a bit nuts. First up was the longest bike ride of my life*, undertaken with the Vancouver Bicycle Club. I met up with the few hardcore members (of the club, I mean) taking part, on the far side of downtown Vancouver. We headed through Stanley Park and up […]