With less than 20 days left we’re almost there, meat to collect and christmas shop to do and then we can hibernate. We even have tickets to see Its a Wonderful Life at the cinema and tickets for the Hobbit.
What a wheeze that must have been, being the civilisations “calendar maker”, thinking to yourself how much this would mess with people’s noodles in future if you just got bored making the calendar or just ran out of ink before getting to 2013 (Millennium bug anyone!).
Still if the end of days is coming (no not that awful film with Arnold Schwazzzzzzennnneggager), what would your new year revolution be? world peace, bit late for that.
Anyway it’s getting close to us taking stock of the years events and planning the next 300 and odd days until the next one, festive cheer and Mr Fogg even has a Monkey Suit of his own now (not so much 007 as OH OH dear), so at least he can look dapper on 21 Dec.
Celebrating the 21 Dec if we make it, then let us know (if we don’t then not much point is there).
Only 24 days till Christmas, woo hoo.
This may even be turning out to be an annual event.
The food was wonderful, the company was brilliant as ever and the entertainment of watching parties with the same name who had missed their slot and turned up late just added to the fun as they moaned and argued with the already overworked and harassed staff. The manager could be heard running around shouting “Shoot me now”. A brilliant evening.
Oh and only 4 weeks to bloke in the red suit.
There was we on the train from Leeds after the Santa market, when on gets a chap with a tail! he spent ages fluffing it, preening it, and it squeaking as he touched it.
We never asked him why he was wearing it, it was a full tail coming out of his trousers.
Wierd?
I actually have no idea what use the cushion is, as Mrs Fogg peeks out from the side of it.
Boo.
Only 38 sleeps till the fat bloke fills yer stockings!
Christmas starts from here.
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!
Now I always remember a put down from my youth “It’s about as much use as a radio on a motorbike”, however this thing has a radio and CD player built in, volume on max then playing “Take it Easy” as I coast through Winslow Arizona at just the right line in the song.
Still working on persuading Mrs Fogg to go pillion tho.