And here we have Mr Fogg, generally found near or around alcohol, considered harmless unless tipsey on Sangria laced with Vodka. In it’s current habitat “the Mr Fogg” can be seen giggling madly whilst slurring at the locals with a mock American accent that sounds more like some strangled cat.

Shortly due a long nap, the Mr Fogg will be heading back to it’s natural habitat of the nearest comfy big bed complete with TV remote gadgets and more than likely continuing to giggle until the early hours.

On occasion the Mr Fogg can be heard grumbling about his American cousins and their driving habits, their lack of the grasp of sarcasm and general over indulgence on calories.

Written for a change by Mrs Fogg who’s mobile mirror battery has gone flat