So you know it’s gonna be a fun night when you are off to a concert at the MEN and there ain’t a queue to get in, when the audience are the same age as those who go to see Neil Diamond and you talk to anyone under 30 and they ain’t heard of him.
So here is me and Mrs Foggy enjoying glad of FizzY BubblY in Selfridges after a Yo Sushi before going to see Jean Micheal Jarre (I know but we were drunk when we booked it, couldn’t cancel when we sobered up, so had to go)
Here she is über geek chatting to the wicked witch of the west (yup mum in law) in that there oirland about the Good Ole US of A and a potential trip around it.
Mr Foggy was cream crackered after 12 solid days of work and just sat there slowly gettin tiddly
So there was Mr Foggy at work (or what’s left of it) on the phone when the receptionist walked up holding a long stem red rose (wow what a chick magnet he is). apparently a delivery van had arrived with the very romantic gift from the ever so beautiful and totally fantastic Mrs Foggy as a gesture of her love (soppy moo).
It’s wonderful being in love with Mrs Fogg, such a wonderful, beautiful, sexy and fantastic wife.
What to do in Nottingham at lunch time?
Well the answer is
Enjoy some Hooters for lunch
Here is Mr Fogg enjoying a little nibble of Hooters in Nottingham.
And very nice she was too!
You can understand the smile on Mr Fogg’s face
Moments before the picture was taken he was actually looking left!
So Mr Fogg and I spent Saturday playing with the new bike. Off we went to a quiet car park so that I could learn how to set off, turn corners, stop and all the basics. Several stalls later and I’m feeling all biker chick- just gotta get the biker gal jacket and stuff. Next up was Mr Fogg practising for his stage one test. Figure of eights, emergency stops, u-turns. All looked ace. Hopefully we will both pass our tests this year so we can plan a trip across the US Easy Rider style in a couple of years when we can ride big bikes. Tassle jacket here I come.
[Posted from Mrs Foggs iPhone]
Me poor lil ole Spikey is none too sure if he is a cat or a dog. He displays the usual characteristic of a cat (eat, sleep, eat, etc) but sits on his hind legs to beg(as demonstrated) understands key phrases such as sit, stay, lay down, fetch and bed(how wierd is that) and also sits growls like a dog when anything comes into his garden oh and wags his tail when he is happy!.
So confused or just down right talented, either way he is a star.
So the first BBQ of the year in sunny York. We’ve been up here for over a year in what we thought was a temporary spell in Yorkshire. Ah well, sun is shining and boy did the BBQ taste good! We have even had the cycles out lately to cycle to a teeny pub at the side of the locks. Life is good so long as we have food, wine and sunshine. So baa for now- off to watch movies.
Ah the British summer has arrived and Me and Mrs Foggy have broken out the bikes for a little trip to benningbrough hall, obviously via a pub(you sound surprised!).
So just a couple more cooling drinks then onwards, oh by the way we made less than half a mile before hitting the pub down at Linton Locks
So here’s me making Steve Jobbie even more cash by actively selling iPhone’s for him. Here’s Mrs Foggy the new recipient of her iPhone complete with “lady” screen protectorthat doubles as a make up mirror when it’s not in use(good grief!).
So when I go onto commission for sales of iPhone I will be a Hundredaire(not exactly a millionaire cos I don’t know that many peeps).
So this is Mrs Fogg and the Caddies enjoying a lovelly curry at Aakash in Cleckheaton. A fantastic evening especially watching the steam coming out of Mrs Foggs ears.
Aakash also appear to have a 30ft Easter egg one display, but you can’t have any, boo.
A fun evening of alcohol, food and fun. Mrs Fogg is now a serious curry lover, well providing there are no onions, peppers or spices.
