Yup, it has taken the best part of a week of no information what so ever to finally be told that I have no job. Not surprised really, but a little communication would have been good (mind you there was no communication when the company was running normally).

After a week of knowing nothing, the entire building was told as of 12.36 today that they were out of work, thank you very much, bye bye.

Not sad, since it really wasn’t a good place to work, but I did meet some good people and managed to have a laugh. Now the joys of dealing with the snotty, straight from school, spotty yoofs at the Job Center imparting their pearls of wisdom on how to obtain a job.

See to all of you doubters I managed 1 yr and 9 months in this job and I didn’t quit! Ha.

Onwards and Upwards.

A fun couple of days, got up late, free brekky then off to view all the sitesof the Dome, 5 minutes later off to St Pancras (looks mighty impressive) and then back home to see what awaits at Jarvis RIP, sorry Plc.

Read a review of Peter Gabriel’s concert online and essentially the reviewer said the same as me, just not as precise

So we spent the day in London to see Peter Gabriel at the O2 arena (yup the biggest waste of tax payers investment ever!).

We saw him last around 2004 in Manchester and it was an amazing concert, shame then this was a let down 🙁

There was supposed to be no warm up act, so he came on stage to announce that he would be singing other peoples songs in the first half before doing his more traditional stuff, ah and he will be doing this with the “New Blood” orchestra, yey, woo. But to kick us all off here is a Norwegian warble woman who made Nana Maskouri sound tuneful.

So the orchestra weren’t bad, did we mention they were called “New Blood”? cos we kept getting told they were!! Peter Gabriel did about 40 minutes singing things by Bafly Drawn Boy, Morrisey and god knows who else, before proceeding to sing about 6 of his famous songs with his new orchestra (called New Blood), oh and warbly Norwegian bird joined him on some duets.

We like his songs, we loved the last concert, this however was a very poor substitute I’m afraid.

Oh well, we had a day trip to London, saw the crappy Dome without Tommy Cooper hats and the human body and enjoyed ourselves.

Do I sound less than impressed, well I am a little, I firmly believe you should have the right to a rebate if the act is not up to scratch, the same as you should get your money back if you see a rubbish film at the flicks

And here is Mrs Foggy doing a wee bit o site seeing in London before Peter Gabriel Shakes his Tree

Yup, the Telegraph headline says it all. The place I go on a daily basis and spend 8 hours a day getting frustrated in because of the masses of politics and lack or foresight has gone into administration!

Not surprising really and even less surprising is the total lack of communication after 2 days, no one has a clue what is happening.

Oh well ever onward and ever upward.

So those that know me will obviously confirm what a history buff and bookworm I am 🙂

Apparently some totty in the “not nows” and “quite a while backs” period decided to write a racy little number about two lovers Cathy and some bloke and they decided to have it away with each other, but rather than nip round the back o the bike shed or their local cineplex, they decided to walk some 4 or 5 miles across a waterfall (well trickle more than waterfall) to play PC Wobbly Hides His Helmet.

Now all I can say is I hope she was worth it, cos it was a bloody long way for a little slap and tickle, and my own personal geek Mrs Foggy wanted to walk up there to see said house, or what is now a pile of rubble.

Oh yeh and this is the waterfall that Heathbloke had to cross for a little of Cathy’s lady garden.

That young lassy had one hell of an imagination, I mean what bloke is gonna travel that distance for a fumble!!!

Twas an horrendous wet Saturday, so Mrs Foggy took me to show me her new office and today was so nice we got up early (well 9ish), cleaned the car and my bike, before coming over to Haworth for a womble up Wuthering Heights.

And of course we had to start the 6 mile hike with food at the Old White Lion. We had a Christmas dinner here once when we lived in our caravan and if the folks cast their minds back we all walked back along the railway line and through the dark tunnel (someone had to jump from sleeper to sleeper because her legs are too short).

It was fantastic in this area and much more fun when we lived in our freezing cold caravan, nicely warmed with the proliferation of heaters purchased from Argos and the pound coin electric meter that kept spinning with all the heaters running. We slummed it in a caravan for 18months whilst we built Whitemoor Way, all of our stuff sat in storage for that time and it was a shame to leave it, with Dennis, Viv and their donkey called Jasper

Wow, it’s official, I’ve accepted a new role in Sheffield as Head of IT. It’s exciting stuff and I’m looking forward to a new challenge.

In the meantime I’m in true geek mode for our Spring Break (oh how Americanised am I, y’all?). I’m researching Moose Alley in northern Vermont, drive in movie theatres in teeny towns, rural b&bs in proper backwaters that look delightfully tranquil, and a border hop to Canada to visit Montreal.

Mr Fogg is already rolling his eyes at the thought of geeky tour guide!

But we have managed to sort the highlights of the trip, tickets to a Red Soxs game!!! AND, a two hour tour in Segways. I’m all excited!

Of Mothers Day!

Here we are, sat in our local farm shop (the Ballon Tree, needless plug) enjoy the mothers day special of Sunday roast and dessert with bottle of wine for £13 each, even though we ain’t mummies, much to the annoyance of the other eaters.

It was a wonderful meal with a very beautiful woman who I love dearly, she ain’t no mummy, but she is a MAMA MIA, yummy. Shame then that the desert looked like a doggy turd!

Happy mothers day to those that have them.