We’ve decided, well ok I’ve decided as part of the Route66 tour to incorporate this with the non-Sensical tour, spotting all those things that really make no sense at all.
So to kick off the tour we came for a swim to the local gym and decided to have a snack afterwards and here is our first Non Sensical sign.
Time was you could rely upon Mr Tom Thumb Missile (think about it for a minute) to deliver a decent or semi interesting movie, but of late the Turkeys just keep on coming.
First was the exploit of Jack Stretcher (names changed to protect their embarrassment), a tough 6ft plus action hero, which was frankly little more exciting than a made for TV movie and so not believable. And tonight we went to see Obvious (because that’s what the plot became after about 15 minutes), where cliche followed cliche and excerpts from other movies abound (Independence Day, Star Bores, 2001, Eagle Eye, the Island, you name it, they nabbed it). Come on Mr Missile no more turkey’s please, at least until Christmas.
Off to see a movie, so we decided to have Fush n Chups in the local, nicely cooked and a decent price. Sauce sachets are an extra 10p as advertised on the board, so 4 sachets should be 40p right? Nope 60p apparently because on set of sachets look bigger, ah time for dog with a bone from Mr Fogg! I think your maths are wrong 4 sachets at 10p is 40p, ah no sir these are more expensive, well I’m sorry but your board has a stated price, you can’t charge more than that. Well we were going to update the price because these are more expensive, well I would pay more once the board states that, until then I will only pay the advertised price. In which case we haven’t got any at the price advertised!
So we made them check and blow me they do have the ones at 10p each. A smallish victory for the consumer, or how to be a grumpy sod when out!
Only 8 days left and stacks of work to get sorted before our Route 66 trip. Mrs Fogg is winging it this time with next to no accommodation booked and naff all planning done (this will be an experience).
Between the two of us I’m sure we’ll sort it. A chance to chill and see the open road, alternatively we could end up at the Bates motel, with us covered in dead flies and soaked to the skin, just dreaming of warm clothes and a comfy bed.
Now if that hasn’t put Mrs Fogg off, I don’t know what will, maybe a CB Radio and a handle of Candy Cane, oops.
Hard day at work dear, what you need is a nice dip in a pool followed by a trip to the sauna, what’s that I hear you say, haven’t got a pool, us neither, sauna, ah well that’s where we differ.
On arriving home in the 23 degree sunshine I opened the house door to be met with a wall of heat I have only experienced in Saudi Arabia. Turns out our central heating oojamaflip doofer valve has decided to cease open making it impossible for the heat to turn off. After speaking with one plumber convinced there was an off button, which there ain’t (I may not be a plumber but I know an off button), we managed to disable the lot and now have a plumber in tomorrow.
It only took 2 hours to cool the house with all doors and windows open.
P.S there weren’t actually any hotties in my sauna unlike the picture, otherwise you think I’d be complaining!
what a glorious day, out on the hog, meeting the Mrs for a spot of brekky, then off to find an antiques store near here so that Mrs Fogg can have a peruse (yawn).
Next stop was Langlands so that we could pick up some much needed weeds (sorry shrubs), that I can have the pleasure of digging holes for them. Back then to dig some holes and also straighten up the previous owners boss eyed attempt at a straight lawn, either that or they ran out of interest (just like the upside down toilet seat).
And now at 7.30 we can finally sit and relax before bed and then work.
25 degrees ain’t bad tho!
Happy Cinco de Mayo or 5th of May! Whilst on a trip to Boston in 2010 we were in a Lobster shack (yum), we were wished a happy Cinco de Mayo by the waitress (no doubt on a tip bolster, little did she know we was Brits!).
Turns out our colonial cousins will celebrate a toilet flush if it was a day or so ago and you can have a beer as part of the celebration. So Cinco de Mayo is remembered because of the Pueblan revolt against the French (gotta raise a glass to that) in 1862, fascinating, now get me a corona and drop in a lime.
Cheers and Happy 5 May.
What a wonderful weekend, nice weather, a trip to the CaddieFrogs for a food fest, Healds Hall restaurant for a wonderful evening (with my beautiful wife, who looked knock-out as always) and then more snax and drinks and more drinks and more food, good grief we’re gonna need more than a bike for Route 66 after that grub!
Today was a lazy rise before visiting a Swedish retailer for ideas on household bits, my oh my isn’t that hell! And then back to the CaddieFrogs for a superb meal (always feel like part of the family which is nice).
Tonight it was so nice we strolled the canal (in flooded of course) and sat outside listening to the world on a beautiful evening.
Oh my gosh, only 21 days to go until our 2,500 mile journey starts (yes this is a self photo of me and the biker babe!).
In preparation for our tour I took the Fogg Hog out with the Mrs on the back in her biker babe gear, after grumbling it was too cold to go in the rain. Blow me she actually enjoyed it, practising hand signals (2 shoulder taps mean stop, 1 punch to the head means I ignored the first request). Unfortunately it then took 3.5 hours to get the mud off and polish the Hog.
All we gotta do now is get our limited clothing ready (a small ruck sack each only), finish planning where we are actually going and try to leave our jobs in a position to tick over.
There will be daily blogs while we are there of all the things Mrs Fogg wanted to go see and how many punches to the head I got!
Yes, up above the streets and houses Rainbows climbing high. Really hated those glove puppets as a kid, a one handed pink hippo, a brown thing with a zip and some fat bloke in a bears costume. And don’t even get me started on Rod Jane and Freddy with their complicated love triangle life story.
But I digress, apparently this was a pretty spectacular rainbow yesterday, pot of gold in the next field and yet we missed it! Yet it has an almost other worldy eerie glow to it, like a sci-fi monster firing a ray into the ground.
So despite the polyfilla house with more holes than a cheese from Swiss land, it is a pretty awesome view (oh and those of you wondering we have now replaced the upside down toilet seat fitted by the previous owners, aka Mr & Mrs DIY).
Rambling over, carry on with your day.
