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.

Crazy Golf, once the preserve of saddos like me who can’t play golf for toffee, blighted by Health and Safety rubbish.

Yes you see correct, the crazy windmill moving at 0.0001mph now needs to have a safety barrier erected to protect us from our own stupidity. Believe me if you walked into this and got hurt you deserve a wet kipper in the face!

Surprisingly empty on the road, well we did set off at 6.30am. And here is the world’s coldest Mrs Fogg in Whitby a mere 12090 miles from New Zealand where we were just last year.

Now time for lunch and a steady pootle back home.