And today sees Mrs Fogg off on a whirl wind tour of Manchester to Dusseldorf to Linz to Manchester then Bournemouth and finally to home.
Bags all packed, kitchen sink extracted and she’s gawn, booo. it’s going to be a hectic few days for my hardworking, uber geek.
Me and the Spikester will hold the fort until she returns in about 7 days time, no doubt the little lady will post some reviews of Linz and tell us how fantastic all the history (yawn) is.
The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.
At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. ‘Since you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles
have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.’
Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, ‘ I want to hang out with God.’
St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.
God recognized Arthur and commented, ‘Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle? ‘
Arthur said, ‘Yeah, that’s me…’
God commented: ‘Well, what’s the big deal in inventing something that’s pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can’t run without a road?’
Arthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally spoke, ‘Excuse me, but aren’t you the inventor of woman?’
God said, ‘Ah, yes.’
‘Well,’ said Arthur, ‘professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention !
1. There’s too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds
3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust
5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!!
‘Hmmmmm, you may have some good points there,’ replied God, ‘hold on.’
God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words and waited for the results.
The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.
‘Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,’ God said to Arthur, ‘but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours’.
No don’t worry, not another holiday booking, simply the end of another fantastic weekend.
Rounded off by a trip to Tokyo Joes’s in York and the Blues Brothers tribute band at the Grand Theatre.
Only 5 more days until the next weekend.
Wooo
Ah Mrs Uber Geek Fogg in full flow, give her an Internet connection and a book and that’s it, she is like Rottweiler, never lets go until the job is done.
So what is the most wonderful woman in the world up to now I hear you ask, well working out exact mileage, shopping lists, places to visit, instructions and other such goodies for the next road trip, oh god not another we hear you scream, well yes as it happens. This time we are off to Vegas (no surprises), hiring an RV, going to the Grand Canyon, Santa Fe and Roswell New Mexico (to visit the aliens and the illegal type either). Wooooooo Harrrrrrrr we cant wait.
The only thing missing is the spiral binding, but even Mrs Fogg isn’t that sad (I wonder who could be then?).
Every day an adventure, every holiday is a dream and it is all down to this fantastic woman.
Yup here is Mrs Foggy cleaning up after Man Makes Fire has again cremated some dead animal like things.
Another tough week at work has seen us devour a little falling down water and FizzyBoobly.
so the countdown is on for the next break with Mrs Fogg having to spend a week away in the south and mit der yermans (she has even bought a phrase book for the occasion).
Wooooooo Hoooooo yup the Foggies are at it again, this time a short (7 day) city break to Singapore next year.
I went in 2000 for 2 nights on work, so it will be wonderful to see it again and to take Mrs Fogg as well.
It’s a fantastic city, very beautiful and very warm. Oh and we get to visit Raffles to sample the Singapore Sling.
And what would you like to do this fine day asks I to Mrs Fogg. Go kill some golf balls!!
Off we trot to the local driving range where the Mrs with her newly acquired Michael Jackson glove proceeded to drive balls over 150 yards, before retiring to the 19th hole for a steak sandwich and cheesecake.
We decided to have a BBQ with TheFolks and TheCaddies, wind, rain, sun and fun was the order of the day, with tonnes of grub and a rather competitive game of Bartenga in the garden.
No shooting stars, satellites or glow worms this year, but Stu’s bottom was adding the odd note to the proceedings
Hello from the M1 on a rainy Wednesday night. It’s amazing how as soon as we get rain everything stops.
My journey so far has taken three hours and I’m still nowhere near Birmingham or Leeds.
Ah, the joys of working in the South. I’m bored now so will try waving at the other cars.
[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]
So there was I filling fallen out, and a cracked molar, drove over to the dentist for help.
Oh my, I got a 12 year old sadist on the job, who had to call for assistance from another dentist on what he should do, WHAT you’re asking for a second opinion, good grief.
Well we might have to take that out, well get on with it then, says I however could I suggest you don’t try prising it out with me flat on my back incase you drop the bloody thing down my throat (you try saying that with a fist, hose pipe and set of Black and Decker pliers in yer gob). After 10 mins of wriggling and fighting, I had to take the pliers off Doogie Howser MD and yanked the bit out myself.
Then came the fun of fitting a temporary filling to the remains of the molar, Little Nipper dentist kept getting distracted, looking away and pushing his mirror down my throat, so in my politest tone I offered him the opportunity to see his innards with his own mirror if he did it one more time.
So all done, for a few weeks until a real dentist has a look and suggests what to do with the remainder of my molar.
For anyone thinking of going to the dentist, I have put a link to one of the most satisfying dental clips ever.
Enjoy
