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The Lonely Pheasant

Posted on 12/11/2011 by MrFoggNovember 12, 2011

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!!!

Scarey

Posted on 10/11/2011 by MrFoggNovember 10, 2011

Long stressful day at work, no alcobooze in the house, in which case just let your hair down and go nuts.

And this is supposed to be an hadult!

7 Weeks in Stockton

Posted on 07/11/2011 by MrFoggNovember 7, 2011

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

Fright Night

Posted on 31/10/2011 by MrFoggOctober 31, 2011

Oh look what happened to the last mite that came begging for sweets. we even got howling monsters playing in the background.

Welcome to Fright Night.

Wooooooooo

Posted on 29/10/2011 by MrFoggOctober 29, 2011

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!!!!

Mrs Fogg shows off her Beaver

Posted on 28/10/2011 by MrFoggOctober 28, 2011

A relaxing day off and an amble round the shops with Mrs Fogg on the hunt for a pair of the totally over priced and totally useless THUGG boots (or whatever stooped name they have).

Having seen sense after looking at the uber trendy THUGGs (£250 for non water proof moon boots), Mrs Fogg settled on a more reasonable and still quite trendy pair of boots called “BEAVER”.

So Mrs Fogg truly does have her Beaver on show (hee hee in a very Carry on Styleeee).

Edinburgh Cobbles

Posted on 27/10/2011 by MrsFoggOctober 27, 2011

Welcome to Edinburgh. Home of tartan. I’ve been up here since 10.20 this morning and been ambling around the city since lunch time.

I’ve learnt loads today:

1) High heels are great when worn from car to office but KILL when navigating cobbled streets, tourists and steps. Four hours of ambling and Ouch!!

2) UGG boots may look ugly but I want a pair, they feel like soft comfy slippers.

3) There are more big issue sellers and buskers here than anywhere else. The buskers are just posher with bagpipes and kilts.

4) Kilts are sexy only on sexy men. Absolutely no one else should wear them

5) There are no interesting shops here. The famous department store must have been designed by Houdini, once inside you cannot find your way out, nor can you find their toilets, cafe or escalators.

6) Sitting down does not stop my feet throbbing!

7) Pigeons are plain daft.

8) Edinburgh has some cool architecture

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How Many Sleeps to Christmas

Posted on 23/10/2011 by MrFoggOctober 23, 2011

Only 62 days to Christmas Woooooo Hooooooo. Can’t wait.

Next weekend is Halloween and time to up the ante and see how many kiddies I can give nightmares to with the mask and decapitated noggin.

Turkey already ordered, ready for TheFolks to descend on us at Chrimbo (sorry its only a 12lb’er). Magnums of bubbly ready for New Years Eve (yo Mrs Caddy Frog).

And only 90 to NZ (and Mrs Foggy has planned out the North Island, so only the South left to do).

Sooper

Christmas Already?

Posted on 17/10/2011 by MrsFoggOctober 17, 2011

Apparently so in Bournemouth. This is the lobby of the hotel where I am stopping for a few days. Fully decorated Christmas tree and lights.

Only 69 days to go…………

We wish you a merry Christmas………

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It’s a Mystery?

Posted on 16/10/2011 by MrsFoggOctober 16, 2011

So I’m being a geek this weekend and relaxing with a spot of genealogy. I’ve been hooked ever since Mrs Fink showed me her research but it’s a time consuming passion and I rarely have time recently.

Hence my indulgence this weekend. I may have uncovered a bit of a family mystery and it’s getting weirder and stranger the more I research.

So, here’s the plot: My great great grandad on my fathers, mother’s side of the family was called Charles Rimmington. He married my great great grandmother in Sheffield in 21st Oct 1886. So far so good, until you realise that her first child is then born one month later on 10th November in Sheffield and Charles is listed as the father. Before this date in the census his new wife is living. in York as a domestic servant. I can find NO reference to Charles in any census after 1881 when he is in the army in London (same guy?). Ten years later his wife Ellen now pops back up at home with young kids ( including a number of very young babies who later die) and there is no record of any Charles Rimmington (with any name variants)

Now for the weird part. There is a reference to a Charles Rimmington who was buried in Sheffield on October 21st. 1886 aged 76 – exactly the same marriage date of a young lady who is pregnant out of wedlock who happens to marry and take the name of Rimmington before moving right back home to York.

There are no other records of Charles or death certificates so far and he cannot have just vanished.

Ellen was eventually interred with her family in York with a slightly amended surname of Remington. Sonething fishy here.

Have I just uncovered a marriage scam done to hide the shame of a pregnancy while in domestic service??

I cannot figure this out but I’m hooked.

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