Here’s raising a glass to you all for a super weekend.
Cheers, we will think of y’all tonight whilst in the hot tub, sipping champagne watching the meteors.
To good fwends
Welcome to the annual Foggy Perseides Fancy dress bash. This years theme was cartoon characters and in true style everyone got into the spirit with all manner of costumes (2 lots of Fred Flinstone, Barney Rubble, Wilma, Hong Kong Phooey, Mickey Mouse, Batman and Perry the Platypus, nope never heard of that one either). The prize this year went to the Barty crew and Charlie Veggie Pup who confessed to forgetting to put eye holes in her platypus outfit (dowp!), what did they win? An oversized rubber duck called Bwian.
All then wombled to the canal where one local even refused to make eye contact with the weirdos in costume.
A day of food, alcoholic beverage, hot tubbin, more food, silly games and a totally unrehearsed North South production of The Life of Brian Cox!
Lastly Marshmellow and hot chocolate dipping before nightfall and hopefully a chance to see a meteor shower.
Well a full fun packed day, up, brekky, out to see the Moulin Rouge (hey sister, soul sister) and then up to Sacre Coeur in baking 32 degree heat and clear skies. Pickpockets with their latest tricks spotted by Mrs Fogg, sketch artists screwing our American cousins over Euros for drawings that unless I’m mistaken means everyone looks like Patrick Swayze or Tina Turner?
Incredible views and of course grub with mussels, oh yum, before a final womble then a taxi to the airport, chaotic service onboard jetpoo and then back to cloudy skies and rain, boo.
A lovely weekend and a chance to introduce the folks to that there France, ah I love it dearly and can’t wait to visit it again!
The highlight has to be lunch on the Seine with the Folks completely plastered and having lots of fun. And Mrs Hulk foot walking better now, hurrah.
Happy Birthday TurfGal.
Yes a true Harley rider sports long flowing locks, a gnarly beard, leather waistcoat, rough and ready demeanour and the ability to spot a Harley opportunity when it arises.
Unfortunately for me I will never have long hair, my beard itches after 3 days and gets shaven, but I am a little rough, do now posses a leather Harley waistcoat and with the assistance of those around got the Harley opportunity in that there ride France. Long way to go methinks.
Today a walk up to some poncy art district, but there is food involved and I have the hot Mrs Fogg on my arm in her designer clobber (god save the queen and Betty something or other) so she will fit in.
A long walk round Paris today, down to the Eye Full tower, then onto a lunchtime cruise arranged by Turfman and Turfgal. The cruise takes 2 hours and has a 4 course meal where we also managed trois bottles of falling down liquid and some fizz. An absolutely fantastic treat, well worth it.
A womble on via several beverage stops and as usual Mrs Fogg found the opportunity to graffiti, I can take this rebel nowhere!. On then to Notre Dame cathedral and still no hunch back bell ringer in view.
Now back to the hotel California, where they have ready our room for the night before we head back out for a snack.
A lovely 26 degrees as we stood at the Arc watching the world go by and waiting for the Folks and opposite our hotel sits the Lancaster looking very nice all lit up.
Today a basking 32 as we take to the Seine for a lunch cruise.
And here we have the folks and Mrs Fogg ready for another alco beverage at the edge of the Arc de DooDah.
After a stroll along the Champs de thingy and nice grub at the Hippo restaurant we stopped for a wee tipple with Mr Yul Brinner lookilikee (according to Mrs Fogg), who brought out the cheque for 2 coffees and two beers, €26.40, my god! Better than that as Mrs Fogg handed over €30 he adds “Not encluding serveece charge” and promptly walked off with the cash. Being good little Brits we waited for our change which wasn’t gonna materialise, so i walked in and told him to bring out our change at which point he begrudgingly came back to the table and emptied his pockets of all his shrapnel, then stood looking in dismay as Mrs Fogg scooped it up into her purse. That’ll teach Yul to mess with us!
Today sees the Foggies taking TurfMan and TurfGal (aka the Folks) to that there Paris for the weekend.
God I hate France
Not Jumping Frog and baa lamb stroking
Yup our froggy population is increasing, although if he sits in the middle of the road like this for long it’ll be a “I toad ya so”.
And then we went of sheep petting at midnight in the garden of good and evil.
Now we is getting ready for the cartoon character themed meteor BBQ in August.
Ever had the feeling you are all on your own? Had a bath but still no-one comes near?
Try a Holiday Inn at Coventry where you are the only guests and therefore the only people in the restaurant. Oh well individual service it is then.
