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Oh what fun, the Holyhead Travelodge never was that nice, but when your greeting from the receptionist is “we would like to send you to another hotel 5 miles away which is much nicer than here” you gotta worry. No … Continue reading
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Ah, would you really want to eat in the good ole British services when this is right next door to what loosely resembles an eatery? just think yourself lucky I didn’t pan the camera up! And what idiots would brave … Continue reading
It’s Always BBQ Time in the Foggy Household. Yet another fantastic weekend of burnt dead animals, sunshine and life. We don’t care if it rains, that’s why B&Q invented Gazebos. We will be leaving the Gazebo all week and making … Continue reading
Like a scene from Aliens, I’m sat here enjoying a glass of vino at 9,30pm, listening to the sounds of the night when a disembodied hand appears from nowhere, or is it Mrs Fogg being silly. See this is how … Continue reading
I’ll be back and he is. My monster FatBoy went back to the shop on Thursday night after I gave the dealer a piece of my mind (yes I know there ain’t much to go round, but i am a … Continue reading
Here you go Mrs Fogg’s very first Love Apples, home grown from cuttings from the Caddies. And how did they taste, mmmm well maybe needed a little bit longer, but they look good and we are sure the birds, hedgehog, … Continue reading
A fun Saturday spent with Mr & Mrs Kiwi and Master Kiwi. Good food (cooked by yours truly of course), plenty of falling down water, good conversation, chasing Master Kiwi with a water pistol, Bartenga championships and cracking cheesecakes. Nice … Continue reading
What you want is the slap head biker on Mr Fogg’s Hog (woohaa). Took my first trek on a motorway today up to Darlington (so about 75 miles and scarey at times, you feel very vulnerable with the wind hitting … Continue reading
So a fun packed weekend, Harley FatBoy Saturday and then Audi test driving all day Sunday. Mrs Foggy was invited to Elvington Airfield to test drive the Audi of her choice for about an hour (unaccompanied by salesmen). Meanwhile they … Continue reading
A Grumpy Ole Git sent back from the future to grumble and moan and say how good the 80s were, part man (only just), part flatulence (lots of), this is the Fogginator. His mission, sod this Sarah Connor woman, has … Continue reading