After persuading Mr Caddie that the flashing mac was not appropriate for the evening out at a Burlesque show, we all trundled up to Dewsbury Town Hall (yup sounds seedy already) with low expectations for the night. Oh my were we over dressed or what, it was like a scene from Rocky Horror with most of the women in the audience dressed up or down (depends how you look at it), basques, stockings, maid outfits with frilly Knicks. It was all we could do to stop Mr Caddie from drooling.

So to the show and before we start the tickets were only £10, well not the most polished of performances, one woman with what can only be described as a tyre mark tattoo across her back and another that both I and Mr Caddie were convinced was a bloke (Mr Caddy actually started shouting at the stage “It’s a Man!”). The performances were ok, but we all had fun gettin tiddly howling at the stage and watching a woman get her baps out to waggle them with tassels on. More entertaining as mentioned was the audience and their attire. We all chatted to a family (well mother, daughter, the mums toyboy who was huge and the daughters boyf) who appeared to follow this show around the country. I personally didn’t hear anything the family were saying since I was concentrating on the views very hard.

Both Caddie and I got ever so slightly tiddly but the night was fun and entertaining all at the same time. can’t wait for the next fun night.

And here she is Mrs Foggy with Caku (surprisingly Japanese for Cake). A wonderful leisurely weekend of not cleaning 2 cars and a bike (obviously not Mrs Foggy).

We got up late, enjoyed the limited sunshine and went to look round some other peeps houses, still no joy yet tho. Mrs Foggy has also had 2 golf lessons, is whacking over a 100m and managed hole in 1 (fluke).

Next weekend it’s off to see a Burlesque with Caddies (needless to say Mr Caddie and Mr Foggy are quite looking forward to it).

Back home now after a mammoth 11hour journey from the folks (3 hours to the ferry, 2 hours on the ferry standing of course, then a whopping 5 hours back in standing traffic). We spent the weekend chillaxin, eating (lamb joint on Friday, BBQ on Sat & Sun, yummy), drinking and getting a layin without little Spikey waking us.

It’s 2 years since we were over in Dat Der Oirland and it was a wonderful break finished off with an attempt at being a lumberjack shunting 10ft trees from the wood back to the Folkies.

It’s good to see that the Folks garden and home are now well established and looking fantastic.

Roll on our next trip which we intend will be later this year to celebrate Halloween Foggy style Woooooo.

The Folks and The Fogg’s took a trip up to Foxford Mill in err Foxford that there oiland yesterday for a gentle stroll out in Mrs Fogg’s Audi Turbo Nutter mobile.

When we arrived at the empty car park Mrs Fogg proceeded to park under a tree to which everyone in the car pointed out about tree sap and bird poop, so she moved the other side of the car park under the opposite side of the tree. After much moving, reversing, going forward, turning left and right after 5 failed attempts, this is the result!! (and just out of shot is Mrs Folk doubled up with tears of laughter)

And who says women can’t park

So that once funny comedian (well when he was on TisWas and OTT) advertises a chain of hotels and this isn’t one of them. These cheap hotels are supposed to be a bargain, really? So would Lenny stop here, I think not!!!!!

A collapsed bed, 3 pillows between 2 people, on a housing estate, no soap, one towel, no hot water and sticky stuff on all the surfaces. What a dive. Trip Advisor here we come.

The Folks in dat dare oiland also reckoned this newly built hotel was worth a visit, shame on you two.