The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

September 10th, 2011

King Creosote

The ‘Fynn is coalescing. Whether or not we’ll pick up our instruments any time soon is debatable (no sense in killing the goose that laid the golden eggs by releasing new material while the royalties from Calling it a Day are still literally dribbling in. Speaking of which, have you bought the album yet?) but […]

May 18th, 2010


Davis, Doug and I, the UK chapter of Coba Fynn, were over in Glasgow the other weekend to put the finishing touches to the album. This was to be a mastering session, where the final tracks are transferred as a unit to a master CD with some concomitant equalization and compression to give the record […]

March 12th, 2009


The day after the gig we congregated around Charlie’s kitchen table to pig out on pig-derived breakfast products, drink coffee and generally behave like respectable, if hungover, adults. Charlie & Penny’s daughter Annabel is reaching that ‘recognition’ phase where she’ll lock baby-blue eyes with you, look deep into your soul and smile or cry as […]

March 2nd, 2009

We Like to Rock the Party

Coba Fynn took to the stage of Ivory Black’s at 11 pm last Friday, the penultimate band of no less than eight, and the first not to attempt a Biffy Clyro impersonation. We were older than perhaps 95% of the audience, and, being of an age to legally buy alcohol and having had five hours […]

January 15th, 2009


I am now a landlord, and also, having moved into our new flat in Edinburgh (RFHQ VI?), a tenant again. I think—I hope!—that these cancel out, and that this makes me a normal person rather than a society-destroying property developer. Rather than move in one go, we’ve sort of dribbled in fits and starts over […]

December 16th, 2008

Of late

Despite a few weeks of rapid-fire social engagements providing plenty of grist for the mill, I seem to be suffering from writer’s block. I could tell you at length how to scribe skirting board or build a bath panel from scratch, but throwing down a few hundred words to describe anything other than DIY is […]

November 18th, 2008

Hi, Glasgow.

Sorry we haven’t spoken in a while. Honestly, it’s not you, it’s me. We’ve just never bonded, and lately I feel like we’ve been growing apart. But mainly, it’s because Ash just got a contract in Edinburgh and I never found the right job in the west. So, the great Glasgow experiment is coming to […]

September 15th, 2008


Last weekend the band played at Waxy’s wedding up in Callander. We were well oiled (not literally) from sundry other gigs[*, **] and rehearsals, but had only a single practice to ensure that we didn’t get a frosty reception at the reception. Unfortunately, that crucial, last-chance-to-buy rehearsal limped home inconclusively under the weight of fatigue […]

August 25th, 2008

Do not DIY

We’ve been in the flat in Glasgow for about ten months now, and Ash’s tolerance of some of its interior “decoration” has finally cracked. Some grouting around the shower—that’s the shower in the bathroom with sky blue walls, dark blue ceiling and pale blue wood-grain laminate flooring from some alien tree—had of late started to […]

August 14th, 2008


Coba Fynn have really been putting the hammer down of late. We supported The Blims and El Condor Pasa the other week at Barfly at fairly short notice. Doug and I attempted to dash with haste from Edinburgh to Glasgow and were thwarted at square one by the ongoing tram works. I received a helpful […]