I WANT MEAT screamed Mrs Fogg! Having seen Hulk Lady kick a 380kg bike off her leg, who am I to argue.

Off we popped to the Salt Grass Steak House, where everyone was tripping over themselves to help Bigfoot. A little appetiser each and a salad each as part of the main meal, followed by a 9oz Sirloin with Coconut Shrimp and asparagus, ah slight problem Mrs Fogg’s came with onion even though she asked for none. Rather than taking it away and simply removing the onion, they took it back and re-cooked it from scratch. I was almost finished mine when the senior waiter came over, saw Mrs Fogg still waiting and then steamed into the kitchen to sort it out.

Out popped the steak, under cooked, off he barrels again to get it killed.

Mrs Fogg eventually got her grub with profuse apologies and a discount.

Meanwhile, we were (for a change) being very British, no fuss, no rush. It’s not like we are in a hurry to go sightseeing with Gimpy here.