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Little Miss Norty & Forty

Posted on 05/07/2011 by MrFoggJuly 5, 2011

Made it, Virgin flight was ok, well apart from miss clutse the air hostess who dropped everything.

Arrived at Hewonarra airport, got the helicopter across and then private hire to the hotel. So as at 3pm EST (8pm to you bobbies in GMT land). 10 mins transfer for us, two hour transfer for the bags.

We went to the bar for a dwinkies and Mrs Foggy has been nicknamed Norty Forty because of her T-Shirt by the staff, think she was a little mortified at that.

Now two weeks of sun (85 degrees each day), sea and relaxation.

Norty & Forty is chillaxin from here.

Han Hirly Start

Posted on 05/07/2011 by MrFoggJuly 5, 2011

I hate this T-Shirt

5.30am up, Mrs Fogg with an unusually short shower of sub 45 mins (amazing I know), out and at the airport for 6.45.

We got a fast pass to avoid the long security queues, but after searching for 10 mins and following signs, it transpires that it doesn’t open until 7am ish!

Eventually through security Mrs Fogg has desperately been trying to cover her T-Shirt up especially because of the strategically placed 4 and 0.

Oh well sat in the Servisair lounge enjoying free tea, coffee and breaky. Next stop is the plane and then St.Lucia in about 8 hours.

Ahh hello hot, sunny weather.

Wots Going On Ear

Posted on 04/07/2011 by MrFoggJuly 4, 2011

Made it to London after a 2 hour delay, very tired and with another early start tomorrow.

Whilst hanging around in Manchester Airport, Mrs Foggy decided to try a demonstration of hair curling with “straighteners” from a woman that went on the training course a few days earlier. She definitely managed to curl a piece of hair, but neither her or her colleague (who by the looks of it was one of the original ensemble from MJs Thriller video) could get it to go straight. After 10 mins of trying, it was a new tact of stop trying and try selling the product on the merit that it has a dual plug for the UK and US, well that’s nice then. I did ask the assistant whether it was any good for female moustaches as I stared at her top lip intensly, I gotta have my fun.

As you can see 8 hours later Mrs Fogg is still trying to get it straight (her hair that is, not her moustache, which she doesn’t have, that comes in a few years, oh god dig a hole, stop now).

Eventually onto the plane and the explanation for the delay from El Capitan, we had two failed aircraft this morning and have been struggling to fulfil our flights all day. Ok, well that will be why you mentioned that when we checked in 7 hours ago! And this is the worlds favourite airline!

Leaving on a Jet Plane from here.

Who Jinxed It Then?

Posted on 04/07/2011 by MrFoggJuly 4, 2011

Ah Loverly, arrived at the airport with 3 hours to kill, had a glass of fizzy boobly and a pizza, then to hear the announcement that our flight to London is now delayed for an additional 1.5 hours.

Now I wouldn’t mind but Manchester Airport is small, dirty, has 1 pizza place (where we watched a waiter sweep food off te seats witha fork before puttin it back on the table), one motorway food dispensary, a small W H Smith and a small Boots. Not much to occupy you for 5 hours because someone forgot to put gas in the aircraft before leaving home and now they can’t get it back.

Next stop more alcohol.

The BirthdayTrail

Posted on 04/07/2011 by MrFoggJuly 4, 2011

And today we kick of Mrs Fogg’s birthday trip. Bags packed, car loaded, cat boarded and we is outta here.

Enroute to the airport via Chez Caddie and a light bite, chat and a wonderful early birthday prezzie, thank you Stu and Jen.

On my birthday venture into adulthood, Mrs Fogg forced me to wear an 8inch flashing badge with my age on it, ah revenge we love your cold servings. I have waited 3 years for this moment and guess who gotta wear this T-shirt for the entire journey. Good luck Mrs Fogg.

The Big Four Oh No

Posted on 03/07/2011 by MrsFoggJuly 3, 2011

Yup Mr Foggy has hijacked Mrs Foggys mobile to post this pick of her holding the informative script presented by the The Folkies this week.

Mrs Foggy now has less than 7 days of sub 40 years left. So what better way to celebrate than sit sipping champoo and watching nightly sunsets.

So on the 10th July, stop and spare a thought for my old dear who is now reaching HadultHood.

Hippo Bathday Mrs Fogg.

[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]

Oh What A Bootiful Mornin

Posted on 02/07/2011 by MrFoggJuly 2, 2011

At 4.32am this morning Spike decided he wanted up and feeding because of the big ball in the sky! Thanks mate, so I got up and duly fed him, only to be advised by his pitiful stare that what I had offered him, didn’t cut the mustard and he wanted something different.

So who’s trained who in this scenario?

Still with a view like this across the graveyard and the fact we are holiday, makes you feel good to be awake, ah well sod this for a game of soldiers I’m off back to bed.

Best phrase I’ve heard all year, form an US colleague when asked how his day was going:

“I feel as tho I’ve been shot at and missed and shit at and hit”

Gotta love em.

Oh What a Night

Posted on 26/06/2011 by MrFoggJune 26, 2011

Well it didn’t rain and stayed remarkably warm considering. Sophie Ellis Catflap sang her one song, well warbled it really and the main act came on at 9pm with all the old hits that even Mrs Foggy was able to chirp along to.

A fantastic evening finished off with a bottle of Bolly under the stars (we had to wait for that until we got back since the show should have been called the NO festival, no brollies, no cans, no bottles, no tents, no enjoying yourself).

On the look out for more shows at Dalby Forrest now.

OOO Sometimes

Posted on 25/06/2011 by MrFoggJune 25, 2011

Bet the locals aren’t happy with the sign

Well here we are on my birthday weekend treat from Mrs Fogg (yes I know that was 6 months ago), off to see Erasure in concert at Dalby Forrest. Mrs Fogg has booked us into a lovely little B&B where the nearest town is Pickering.

We went to the local village Newton, where some young scamp has changed the sign, much to the dismay of the residents.

Tonight we are gonna harp back to our youth (well I never got out of mine) and watch the Erasure boys camp it up on stage (I went to see them many years ago at Wembly with the Finks and remember me and Mr Fink were gonna go to the gents until we watched guys going in holding hands, we changed our mind at that point).

The question is do we go to see the warm up act or not, Sophie Ellis Catflap with her one song, Blood on the Dance Floor (its gonna be a short set)?

Royston Vasey is somewhere near here.

Mama Mia!

Posted on 17/06/2011 by MrsFoggJune 17, 2011

Today was my first ever attempt at meatballs. Yummy, I followed a BBC website recipe and it came out perfectly!

It’s rare I cook nowadays but I do try occasionally to give Mr Fogg a break.

After a long week it has been a nice evening just chilling.

[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]

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