The Roquefort Files

I spent another five days in hospital. Saturday was the first full day after the op, and I woke up considerably more human than I’d gone to sleep. I was still under the influence of the general and the morphine and whatever else they’d given me to keep the pain and/or consciousness away, but I [...]

I woke up early, around 7 or so, and dragged myself and my IV stand out to the nurses’ station to borrow their phone. I called Ash again to tell her about the operation, and then broke the news to my understandably incredulous Dad. I crept back to bed. The anaesthetist (no name again, I’m [...]

At Accident & Emergency I was wheelchaired into a cubicle and then helped gingerly onto a trolley. The next few hours were pretty hazy: I was dead tired, hungry and thirsty and my arm was only ever a degree away from a whole new world of stabbing pain. An A&E doctor and a succession of [...]

Apologies for the lack of posts here of late. Life’s just been rolling along nicely without any particularly noteworthy incidents. Last week was shaping up to be a little more exciting: Ash and I were over in Edinburgh for drinks a couple of times, and on Thursday night I was looking forward to a brisk [...]

Well, not really. I did have cause to put on my sunglasses for the first time this year as I cycled to work the other day, although that was more to avoid having my eyes put out by debris flung along by the raging wind. I hauled the bike onto my shoulder to come up [...]

Last week kicked off with the annual Coba Fynn & Friends (post) Christmas Night Out at the Celtic Connections Festival Club. We assembled at Khublai Khan’s to gird our loins before heading along to the Central Hotel. This high concept, medium execution restaurant has always puzzled me a little. Call me a sceptic, but I’m [...]

The week after the gig was a bit of a blur: Chris & Leyla left Glasgow on the Sunday, then Ash took off to Canada for her month-long placement. I had a day or so to marvel at the tremendous silence that followed, and then suddenly it was if everyone else conspired to keep me [...]

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 [...]

I was moaning to Davis/d(e) at Wednesday’s Coba Fynn rehearsal session about how life had been fairly mundane of late, and hence the frequency of updates here was suffering. Happily, yesterday I was knocked off my bike by a car. I was cycling back from lunch through Pilrig Park, barrelling along the narrow path beside [...]

Ash & I spent a late Thanksgiving over at Jeff & Devon’s place on Friday night, where we were fed and watered in rather spectacular fashion. Brenna was over visiting* during a break from her trick riding gig at the circus, but rather than press her for anecdotes about clowns, horses or freak accidents involving [...]