Yup, it has taken the best part of a week of no information what so ever to finally be told that I have no job. Not surprised really, but a little communication would have been good (mind you there was no communication when the company was running normally).

After a week of knowing nothing, the entire building was told as of 12.36 today that they were out of work, thank you very much, bye bye.

Not sad, since it really wasn’t a good place to work, but I did meet some good people and managed to have a laugh. Now the joys of dealing with the snotty, straight from school, spotty yoofs at the Job Center imparting their pearls of wisdom on how to obtain a job.

See to all of you doubters I managed 1 yr and 9 months in this job and I didn’t quit! Ha.

Onwards and Upwards.

So we spent the day in London to see Peter Gabriel at the O2 arena (yup the biggest waste of tax payers investment ever!).

We saw him last around 2004 in Manchester and it was an amazing concert, shame then this was a let down 🙁

There was supposed to be no warm up act, so he came on stage to announce that he would be singing other peoples songs in the first half before doing his more traditional stuff, ah and he will be doing this with the “New Blood” orchestra, yey, woo. But to kick us all off here is a Norwegian warble woman who made Nana Maskouri sound tuneful.

So the orchestra weren’t bad, did we mention they were called “New Blood”? cos we kept getting told they were!! Peter Gabriel did about 40 minutes singing things by Bafly Drawn Boy, Morrisey and god knows who else, before proceeding to sing about 6 of his famous songs with his new orchestra (called New Blood), oh and warbly Norwegian bird joined him on some duets.

We like his songs, we loved the last concert, this however was a very poor substitute I’m afraid.

Oh well, we had a day trip to London, saw the crappy Dome without Tommy Cooper hats and the human body and enjoyed ourselves.

Do I sound less than impressed, well I am a little, I firmly believe you should have the right to a rebate if the act is not up to scratch, the same as you should get your money back if you see a rubbish film at the flicks

Yup, the Telegraph headline says it all. The place I go on a daily basis and spend 8 hours a day getting frustrated in because of the masses of politics and lack or foresight has gone into administration!

Not surprising really and even less surprising is the total lack of communication after 2 days, no one has a clue what is happening.

Oh well ever onward and ever upward.

Twas an horrendous wet Saturday, so Mrs Foggy took me to show me her new office and today was so nice we got up early (well 9ish), cleaned the car and my bike, before coming over to Haworth for a womble up Wuthering Heights.

And of course we had to start the 6 mile hike with food at the Old White Lion. We had a Christmas dinner here once when we lived in our caravan and if the folks cast their minds back we all walked back along the railway line and through the dark tunnel (someone had to jump from sleeper to sleeper because her legs are too short).

It was fantastic in this area and much more fun when we lived in our freezing cold caravan, nicely warmed with the proliferation of heaters purchased from Argos and the pound coin electric meter that kept spinning with all the heaters running. We slummed it in a caravan for 18months whilst we built Whitemoor Way, all of our stuff sat in storage for that time and it was a shame to leave it, with Dennis, Viv and their donkey called Jasper

Of Mothers Day!

Here we are, sat in our local farm shop (the Ballon Tree, needless plug) enjoy the mothers day special of Sunday roast and dessert with bottle of wine for £13 each, even though we ain’t mummies, much to the annoyance of the other eaters.

It was a wonderful meal with a very beautiful woman who I love dearly, she ain’t no mummy, but she is a MAMA MIA, yummy. Shame then that the desert looked like a doggy turd!

Happy mothers day to those that have them.