Tonight sees Mrs Foggy and I out with the Caddies for a Christmas meal (there is only 4 weeks till the big man fills your stockings). Oh where to eat, I think we debated for about 35 seconds before deciding on simply one of the best experiences ever (no not Mr Fogg’s cooking this time), Wasabi Teppanyaki.

This wonderful little place has two massive hot plates where the cooks put on an amazing show whilst cooking your 8 course meal (8 courses oh my).

Good food and a good evening planned.

And here we see the lesser spotted McYeti creature in it’s normal habitat wearing oversized fluffy oody to match the oh so twendy (non-water proof) fluffy beaver boots.

Fret you not, this is not fake fur, it’s all real man made polyester complete with fire retard filling and a muppet inside. at that bloomin price I’d have demanded the sleeves too.

It’s that time of year when the pretend gentry love to dress up in tweed, wear silly hats and walk around thinking they are hunter gatherer manly types by blasting the living daylights out of birds with scatter guns. Yes this the middle of pheasant killing time.

In deepest darkest Wales the posh oiks (them that wear pinstripes at work and want to be real men at weekends) use to gather and pay a fortune at the stotties to shoot these pesky birds that are too stoopid to run away. A few hundred miles away a totally different type of flat cap wearer (sans whippet) tries the same thing, only difference is here they only seem to breed about 100 birds and come the start of the season 90% have been run over because they don’t move. In Wales there was thousands of the blighters so chance of a kill was high.

It pleasures me immensely to see the posh oiks going home empty handed after killing nowt, cos there is none of em left.

Hats off to the lowly pheasant that they missed and if you don’t shift on Monday I’ll run ya down!!!

Counting down now, only 7 weeks left of travelling to and from Stockton. Early mornings and late nights with an endless stream of work and no-one available to do it.

Will I miss Stockton? Nah.

Nice bridge though, looks all pretty on a night time

What did you do with your Saturday night, restaurant, bar, cinema, nope we gutted pumpkins ready to scare the bejeezers outta the local brats.

Pumpkin head one and two, set, teeth rot sweets ready, set, ghoul mask, fake head and bloodied tee-shirt, oh we are so set. Kiddies beware the boogie man, you will have nightmares!!!!