Well Mrs Fogg wanted to see the new James Bland, so we forked out £8.40 each (con at Vue if you consider that Pocklington’s little cinema is £5), £13 for two drinks and a bag of sweets (con, again £4 at Pocklington) and settled to err, enjoy 30 mins of adverts in the pre assigned seating cinema (most of which was Twiglet Vampire glowing people pap), before a further advert showing all the films coming up, that you have just seen.

So the film then, now I am not a Bond fan it’s just too dull and overly camp. Casino Royale was ok, Quantum of whatever was gritty ish, but Skyfall was easily the worst of the three, at times descending into almost Johnny English territory, with a dull plot line and a Gay chatty boring bad guy. You could guess what was coming next in most of the movie after 90 minutes I actually started to nod off.

James oh so very Bland, I wish the sky had fallen on who ever thought this was worth making.

Total £29, two hours and lots of Daniel Craig running, looking broody and according to Mrs Fogg he only got his kit off twice!

It was nice to be able to spend some quality time with Mrs Fogg, something that the current work regime so rarely affords us. Most days it’s up at 5.45 and then an hour to relax on a night, with weekends reserved for chores. So an evening spent chatting, relaxing and people watching was a nice tonic.

The Lakside once had a policy of tie and jacket for dinner (a silly outdated concept), which due to the current economic climate has been relaxed to, “providing its not shorts you’re fine”.

Watching intently there was a chappie that appeared to be on an Internet date with a woman half his age, “when I said I liked 30s, I meant the music, not the age!” A guy with his “forwen blide”, who could have what food she was given and a man who was obviously there to impress his boss “wife, dress dowdy so you don’t make my boss’ wife look bad”.

Nicest of all was sitting and enjoying the night, nice food and excellent company, finished off with scrabble in the “old folk chairs” conservatory, reminiscent of St.Lucia (sans heat).

Pumpkin Heads, check
Severed Head, check
Witch, check
Ghoul, check
Sweets, check

Kiddies, err nope

Not a single trick or treater to be seen. mind you since the snooty neighbours all close their security gates and its tipping down, we can understand why.

Oh well, the neighbours were quite bemused by our lit pumpkins, obviously will be an item on the Parish meet, bringing the area into disrepute.

VictorMeldrew’s nephew here. My current daily journey on the scummy train services that run in the UK has caused me to raise a formal complaint with a well known franchise operator.

Put aside the fact that the price is too high, the service is over crowded and the train is disgustingly filthy, what you now have to contend with is getting to the train doors through sacks of rubbish. Iincensed by this, I turned into Super Grumpy Ole Git, pants on the outside of my trousers, cape flapping in the wind (but then I did have sprouts the day before), I collared the “Catering Assistant” who in no uncertain terms told me to sod off and leave him alone, so I escalated to the train guard (sorry bloke charging for the tickets and just wanting to go home), he also wasn’t concerned about passenger safety an simply said in the event of an issue or accident they would simply move the rubbish out of the way. Now being a human being I know how we function and “approach the exit in an orderly manner” is translated into blind panic, so the last thing on anyone’s mind is to simply move the rubbish out of the way.

So Super Grumpy Ole Git has now lodged a formal complaint referencing Health and Safety. Watch this space, still at least I won’t get bored.

Apparently is never done, after another tough week, Mrs Fogg starts to rake up the dead leaves. Never mind they’ll all be back tomorrow.

Personally I’d love to get a leaf blower, whoo Yaaaa!