The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

August 27th, 2010

Cavalcade? Cornucopia? Continuum?

c.f. a steady stream of pub/chat/cultural events. At lunchtime a couple of Fridays ago I did my now-customary furtive change into cycling gear in the disabled toilet before heading off for North Berwick. The Social (Engineering) Committee’s semi-annual Beach Party was kicking off over at Seacliff Beach, and I decided to cycle there rather than […]

August 24th, 2007

Light at the end of the tunnel

What a week…shit has been going down, yo. Finally though, things seem to be clawing their way back to normality. Ash’s student visa has been granted, so having bought a flat in Glasgow we now have the privilege of being allowed to live in it for a while; various intrigues and skullduggery surrounding my job […]

August 15th, 2007

It’s a very different festival experience

down here in Stockbridge. There are, no doubt, sweaty masses of poncho’d tourists clogging the Royal Mile, rubbernecking as they plod past performance artists* and drama students, with everyone getting alternately soaked and boiled by the schizophrenic weather. I imagine this, but having avoided the place all month I am happy in my ignorance. We […]

August 7th, 2006

Enter the festival

and hope that it does not enter you. I’m already bored of this year’s festivities. Trying to get my bike up to Ash’s flat on the Royal Mile – it would’ve been far easier with a tazer or a cattle prod – the prevalence of performers as opposed to festival goers seemed pretty plain. Maybe […]