Forget The Hairy Biker

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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 from all angles with tricks sat on your jacksy). Glorious sunshine in York and then cloud all the way from Harrogate.

The best bit is always the cars slowing down when they overtake to have good look. I even had one guy stop at lights, wind down his window and shout over “is that the Terminator’s bike” closely followed by a thumbs up from him.

Next challenge then, 75 miles back down the A1, closely followed by beer and BBQ, eh Mrs Foggy?

Audi Ya Do

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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 did a mini valet on her car (show the car the sponge basically). Mrs Fogg chose the Q7 monster and boy is it sensational (with a starting price of 40k it should be). We also test drove an A6 Sport since the people arranging the day couldn’t work out that there was 2 sets of people with the same surname. We then had a spin on the test track in a Q7 where the driver demonstrated cornering 2.5Tonne of car at 80 mile an hour And hitting 105 in less than a qtr mile stretch. And since it was a Fogg day out there had to be food (and there was) brekky, lunch and afternoon tea all thrown in for a nice free fun packed day. Interestingly on couple brought an Audi back with a dented bonnet, claiming a horse sat on it, mmmm believable.

The only car you couldn’t drive was the R8, however you could sit in it and Mrs Fogg then told me of a scene acted out in an R8 in a book she is currently reading. I want that book and then to borrow the car as well by the sound of it!

And here is Mrs Fogg enjoying the many refreshments of the day.

Welcome to The Fogginator

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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 she never heard of Wimins Lib! and he don’t want your clothes and boots, what do you think this is Oxfam, ah but I will have your motorcicle (in a heavy Austrian drawl).

And here it be, Lil Piglet is gone and here is the Fogg’s Hog. Harley Davidson Fat Boy (no not the rider, thank you). 1.6l engine and the noise, oh my. Mind you I won’t be leaping into storm drains to save a snot nosed brat, Hasta La Vista Kiddie.

How Do You Work This?

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So Mrs Fogg got an Amazing Kindling book thingy for her Bday, but tonight complained that bookmarks were not being saved, time to call TechGuys to identify she was bookmarking one book and trying to find them in another.

All I can say is PIKNIC!!! Doh

Lil Piglet Has Had its Bacon

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Well it’s a sad farewell to my Lil Piglet. My baby Hog will be leaving us shortly of to make someone else happy for a wee while.

Lil Piglet has been with us exactly 2 years now, during which time I have managed just over 3,000 miles, 2 drops and 1 slide off at 40mph.

So long Lil Piglet, it has been a pleasure knowing you. Oink Oink

Summer Yey

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Ahh Summer has arrived at last. BBQs are the order of the day after our ritual 3 hour round trip to get some of the best meat around from our “local” butcher.

Cars washed (yup I get the pleasure of cleaning Mrs Foggy’s manic monster), jolly out on my Lil Piglet, with the day rounded off with a dead meat fest, oh yes.

And now it all starts again, another week of work until the next BBQ weekender, 5 days and counting.

Batman’s Pants

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Now I’m not normally opinionated but the award for the biggest raspberry of the year so far goes to The Dark Knight Rises (part trois of the new Batman saga, although I still preferred Michael Keaton). Wow 2 hours 45 mins of utter bum numbing tripe.

The talking was so hard to hear over the music that you struggled to hear it (or was that just our little cinema), the baddie sounded like he was under water in a plastic bag, the story was written by a 10 year old and you could see the ahem supposed shockers coming as though they had a big flashy light on them, this film was soooooo bad.

The only saving grace was catwoman, otherwise I would have up and left.

Anyone tells you this film is worth seeing, obviously slept through the entire thing. and reading some user reviews it would I appear I am in a majority of 1.

The Dark Knight should give me back my money!

Life is F U N

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Now that was a tiring but FUN weekend.

Mrs & Mrs Caddy came over to visit, Mrs Foggy had booked an aromatherapy massage for her and Mrs CaddyFrog in Feb, but due to one thing and another it never happened. So this weekend it was rebooked, although the Caddys arrived late on Saturdays so it was a mad dash to get there. Mr CaddyFrog and I had a leisurely womble for lunch before a gentle strole back to sup some beer.

Saturday night we booked into Judsons in Pocklington for an evening meal and Mrs Foggy looked oh so WoW! (min you she looks amazing 247). A fun evening of food, chat, wine and laughter ensued until the wee small hours.

Today was a mixed bag of eating (Mrs Foggys amazing lamb shank dish), enjoying the rare appearance of the shiny ball in the sky and a trip to Langlands.

All told a very nice weekend of eating, drinking and chatting. Only 5 days until the next weekend.

Hippo Bath Day

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No not me, but Mrs Foggy, she turned the grand old age of, yeh like I’m allowed to tell anyone!

This time last year she was sipping champagne in St.Lucia on a speed boat with the sunset behind her and this year, sat at work in Sheffield, oh well.

Still many Hippo returns and a whopping great Hippo Bath Day to you Mrs Fogg, the hottest an hardest working wife in the world.

We all loves ya.

Green Fingers?

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Meet Thumbelina the tomato plant. A gift from the Caddies. She is doing really well and we actually have baby toms developing. This will be the first growing project we have done so we are looking forward to salad with our very own baby toms.

But……we have a friend moved in. A large wild rabbit and her baby have taken residence. Will Thumbelina survive??

I woke this morning to a garden full of animals. Two rabbits, three squirrels, two Jackdaws, one pheasant and goodness knows how many Blackbirds and Blue Tits. A right menagerie. Oh and the usual pigeons copulating everywhere.

Rural? You bet.

[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]