The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

May 10th, 2006

Taxi! Or not.

We rocked up at the track around 6pm or so, and it was, to all intents and purposes, deserted. On a good day, the car park is apparently packed to the brim with exotic and otherwise mental motors, but the sole flag-bearer for the speed-merchant crowd was a be-stickered Impreza with the name “Maddog” alongside […]

May 8th, 2006

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth;

whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses* – then, I account it high time to get myself on an under-prepared, reckless road trip to foreign climes. Only this time, I did see fit to incorporate a journey to the world’s most infamous race […]

April 28th, 2006

Apart from TM’s amiable demise

(if that doesn’t sound too oxymoronic), last week was blissfully quiet. I have absolutely no recollection of what I did most days, and generally that’s a good sign – presumably nothing went badly awry. One notably excellent event was the mini dinner party Ash and I threw in her flat on Sunday evening. She cooked […]