The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

April 15th, 2010

Before, during & after, pt II

I bolted down to the car park, or at least walked as rapidly as slick-soled ghillie brogues and kilt-constrained decency permitted. Within ten minutes I’d wound my way up Dunollie Road and out onto the A85 and was mentally high-fiving myself on making such good time; ten minutes after that, I’d pulled over at a […]

April 6th, 2010

Before, during & after, pt I

I was over in Oban a couple of weekends ago with Jeff, Devon and Ally. We all were there to attend the wedding of a couple of old school friends of ours, but I had the additional responsibility of piping the bride-to-be up the aisle. (“Piping up the aisle” is neither a cake-filling technique nor […]

September 15th, 2008

Gighausted

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 […]

November 6th, 2007

Ash to Ash

Three quarters of Coba Fynn made the pilgrimage to the Barrowlands last Sunday to see, and schmooze, with Ash-the-band. Charlie is an old friend of Tim Wheeler, and so we were lucky enough to have backstage passes awaiting us at the door. A few hours earlier (and, falling victim to the ridiculous British Summer Time, […]

October 19th, 2006

The eve of the wedding arrived,

and with Leyla off in the Stambrook Plaza hotel to prepare, the groom and his compadres did the same. Chris and Brian picked up the kilts and I took the opportunity to have a last-minute bagpipe practice. And then we all got drunk. So it came to pass that on the day of the wedding, […]

August 22nd, 2006

I have rediscovered my drinking mojo.

Dave, Martin and I drove down* to Wetherby on Friday evening through torrential rain that recalled the Journey Into Terror from last year’s road trip. Just north of Newcastle the rain eased off a bit and we stopped briefly to, as Dave put it, “snack my bitch up”. It became apparent later, once we were […]