This last week, I was mostly beside the sea in sunny Bournemouth. Unfortunately working rather than holidaying.
Never mind because I am planning our next little jolly to somewhere nice.
This was my first viewing of Bournemouth pier at around 7.30pm on a very pleasant evening. I think we may have to go for a weekend break some time so I can have a go on the helter skelter on the end of the pier!
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I know I’ll get a kick for this but in true blonde style and to outdo herself Mrs Fogg pulls off another one.
A little while back when we had the Caddies over we went to the local airfield and museum, on the way out Mrs Fogg saw a young man waving like the clappers at her blue car, when she realised she instructed us to wind the window up to stop him climbing in, much to the amusement of Mrs Caddie.
Tonight on the way to a lovely restaurant Mrs Fogg saw a young man running down the road with his arms flapping like a duck, to which Mrs Fogg started to say look he’s flapping his arms like that bloke at the airfield, only to have to eat her words when she realised.
So Mrs Fogg does the regular Sainsbury order to get our food and er hem, alcoholic beverage delivered. But for some strange reason struggles to work out “cl” or “ml” on a bottle of falling down water.
Low and behold this is our third food delivery where the Mrs has selected a 75ml bottle of wine instead of 75cl, is she trying to tell me something or what?
This evening I was supposed to meet Mr Fogg at the local pool for a brief swim after work. When he didn’t show I thought, ok, it’s been a long day, I’ll see him at home.
On arriving home to see what happened to him, Mr Fogg explained that he had been planning to meet me but events prevented his attendance.
It turns out that on arrival home in full motorbike gear (thick, warm trousers, protective jacket and crucially, strong bikers boots) he had started to do the usual undressing act in the kitchen to remove jacket, biker boots then thick trousers. Ah, cut to Mr Fogg who started to pull the zipper to said biker boots only for it to snap. Twenty five minutes of a struggling biker trying desperately to get said boots off (all the while still stuck in said thick heavy trousers in 25 degree humid heat) and Mr Fogg finally had to go off in search of pliers to pull the broken zip down!!
I can only manage the struggle, the language and the comedy associated with the sight of a half naked biker, one leg out of the biker trousers, boot clad hopping around the kitchen working up a temper and a sweat fighting with the broken boot. Wish I’d have been there!
Oh dear, and it’s only Monday too……
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Spotted walking round the canals of North Yorkshire (the lesser flooded canals that is).
Think this chick was missing her big airy biker chap
For those wondering what the title is all about (obscure reference I know), it is in reference to a line at the end of Pulp Fiction. And why I hear you ask, well to explain when we moved back to the flat cap and wippet land from the land of sheep, I bought Sasha the canary yellow commuter scooter (with me so far, good). After a year I took a real mans bike lesson and took the leap to a proper bike, ZED (the last 3 letters of it’s number plate an the reason I bought it).
Eventually I passed the ridiculous “new and improved” bike test and managed to throw my L-plates away (don’t worry the point will come soon). This year the most amazing woman in the world took me to Builth Wells to spend the day riding Harley Davidson motorbikes and I loved it so much that I decided I wanted, sorry scrub that, I needed my own.
Today we went to HarleyWorld in Chesterfield after a call about a bike I will really want, a XL883C in silver and blow me we ave gone and bought it, oh my (and there it is in the picture, PIGLET that one is even more obscure and will be explained in time)!!
So back to the explanation of the title, who’s ZED, well in 2 weeks time ZED will be no more cos ZED will be dead baby!
tWas Mrs Foggy’s bathday today she is xxyears old. Apparently I am not allowed to say that this is her 21st birthday for the 18th time.
We went to celebrate with the Barties in Hemel who were celebrating their anniversary as well. We had an amazing time on one of the hottest days of the year 31 degrees. Lorna had her first try of golf at a driving range thanks to the Barty crew, a cake with candles and a wonderful evening out.
Thanks for a wonderful time as always and we are still waiting to see you back in York.
Next year Mrs Fogg will be celebrating her 21st for the 19th time.
Tenuous link here, but Jobby aka the head of Apple computers (apple geddit), since I have upgraded my ailing iPhone 3G (which had gone to snail mode since installing iOS4) to the uber soopa iPhone4, now we is talkin!!!
Why the apple and a bite, as a homage to Alan Turning, who was originally heralded as the father of modern computing, who apparently and bizarrely committed suicide using a cyanide laden apple (muppet).
And this weekend we celebrated Mrs Fogg’s birthday a little early in Leeds at a nice hotel and a sooper meal at Wasabi Teppanyaki, watching the food being prepared on the hot plate.
Have Hippo Bathday Mrs Fogg.
Sometimes we travel all over the world only to find the most perfect view direct from our back garden. A perfect summers night just outside York.
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Ah June miss ya (I knew a woman called June once) and now we is into Julie (I knew a Julie too but nowhere near as hot as a June), anyhoooo I digress. so tis the secundus of June and a nice hot summer (well for England) fussball is over (not predictable really) and now we are getting set for winter (depressing or wot). But whilst the nights are nice me and the Mrs are happily having fun with our Monster BBQ , booze and chillin after very long hard weeks. I am doing 50 hour weeks and the Mrs is not far behind at 48 hours, is it worth it, errr NO!
But it is a Friday, we are fed, gettin watered and now gonna chill. enjoy the summer y’all
