Well here was we at the gadget show. stuffed ourselves silly and pleny of toys to see. So the question is, did Mrs Fogg keep Mr Fogg separated from his flexible fwend long enough? that’s his credit card for those of you with dirty minds!

Yup here it is the vehicle of the future and they thought Clive Sinclair was barking (well technically he was, I mean a plastic 3 wheeler of all things).

As you know my love of all things historic extends to last nights cold curry and no further. Mrs Fogg bless her little cotton socks gets her rocks off looking at things that have been dead centuries (Neil Diamond, Take That’s career, etc). We would have to go out of our way to read some place name on a building cos it was old.

Well where does the Segway (the two wheeled gyroscopic wobbly stick on wheels thing) come into this I hear you ask, well hold on a sec and all will be explained. In a recent holiday booking Mrs Fogg has arranged an historic walk of Boston, visiting all the famous old things (yawn, I can feel my eyes drooping already),however in an attempt to keep yours truly interested for more than a nano second, she has booked it with style, “what a limo?” err no, “a helicopter?” again with the no. “Well what then?” Ah yes a Segway, how silly of me. Yup a two hour tour of Boston on a Segway, so this way Mrs Fogg gets to see history and I get to play on a piece of Tech, woo hoo.

So why am I telling you this now, well have you ever been on a Segway, no me neither, wait hold on a minute I have! Yesterday I took Mrs Fogg to Rother Valley Country Park for a bit of a womble (me being lover of all things nature of course), but on the way in we spotted a company hiring Segways to try out, so we did. What a strange feeling, you lean forward to go faster, bakwards to slow down and push a stick to the left and right to turn, what a cool toy. Within seconds we had mastered the controls and were racing each other around the track, Mrs Fogg screaming like a nutter and me reserved and quiet of course.

So the upshot is, history is fun providing you have an expensive toy to play with and now I am looking forward to my history tour (or should that be my playing on a Segway while we look at boring old things?)

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.

A fun couple of days, got up late, free brekky then off to view all the sitesof the Dome, 5 minutes later off to St Pancras (looks mighty impressive) and then back home to see what awaits at Jarvis RIP, sorry Plc.

Read a review of Peter Gabriel’s concert online and essentially the reviewer said the same as me, just not as precise

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

And here is Mrs Foggy doing a wee bit o site seeing in London before Peter Gabriel Shakes his Tree

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.

So those that know me will obviously confirm what a history buff and bookworm I am 🙂

Apparently some totty in the “not nows” and “quite a while backs” period decided to write a racy little number about two lovers Cathy and some bloke and they decided to have it away with each other, but rather than nip round the back o the bike shed or their local cineplex, they decided to walk some 4 or 5 miles across a waterfall (well trickle more than waterfall) to play PC Wobbly Hides His Helmet.

Now all I can say is I hope she was worth it, cos it was a bloody long way for a little slap and tickle, and my own personal geek Mrs Foggy wanted to walk up there to see said house, or what is now a pile of rubble.

Oh yeh and this is the waterfall that Heathbloke had to cross for a little of Cathy’s lady garden.

That young lassy had one hell of an imagination, I mean what bloke is gonna travel that distance for a fumble!!!

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