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).
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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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
Only 69 days to go…………
We wish you a merry Christmas………
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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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I can feel a bumpy ride coming.
I’ll be back – Friday
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The evening was centred around 60’s singing sensation Johnny Cockroach and a rag taggle of others. You got to question and search the actors to figure out who the killer was (even the hot, fit ones).
A fun evening with excellent music and all getting into the spirit of the specific date of 1961.
Fantastic
All ready for a scare fest, see how many nightmares I can cause.
Ole Mr Spike is confused, no warm radiators but a rather splendid wooden sun terrace in the garden to lay on all day cooking.
Mrs Fogg has finally emerged from the computer screen having spent pretty much all day New Zealand booking- and what does she have to show for this effort? Hmm, three hotels booked, one island ferry, UK flights, UK hotel and confirmation that there are absolutely NO hotel rooms left in Wellington on the 4th Feb. Nice to know.
Back to the BBQ (after shiftin 1 tonne of logs for the fire and a trip out on the baby Hogg), it’s a trial run of posh venison burgers for me, but plain old beef for Mrs Fogg (plus a cooked spider that had setup home in the BBQ and ended up part of her burger, shhh I won’t tell if you don’t).
Time to sample…….
In years gone by I used to queue at my local Odeon in Hemel (which doubled as a Bingo Hall 4 nights a week), to see the latest blockbuster. The most memorable being Aliens and The Fly on midnight showings. Mrs Fogg and I used to frequent local cinemas every week, but now only once or twice a year (this year was Tron Legacy which was pants, nice catsuit tho, and Cowboys & Aliens only so that Mrs Fogg could ogle Daniel Craig).
Time has moved on and once I had 600 video tapes, then to LaserDisc, then DVD and BluRay, but now it’s all downloads, which means we can watch a movie in the comfort of our house without listening to a mobile phone call discussion or having to pay just shy of £30 to see a film.
This weeks latest have been Limitless (cool movie), Faster (hoo rah), Sucker Punch (banging soundtrack and totty in school outfits, worrying, but hot all at the same time, excellent movie by the way) and most notably Attack the Block a low budget C4 made for TV movie, but so well done. Attack the Block has you hating then cheering for the hapless yoots who appear to have trouble with the English language (I axe ya, Trus, Spec being the most notable “WTF are you onabouts”). Amazingly this rare gem succeeds where so many big budget Hollywood films fail (remake of the Day the Earth Stood Still anyone).
A blinder of a film, well worth a watch, with some nice shockers in it, one definitely worth a view with all the lights turned off.
