A study published in the latest issue of the Journal Of Social Sciences revealed that the amount of time spent being happy has dropped to an all-time low of 13 nonconsecutive seconds per day. “According to our data, the average person experiences a 0.8-second window of happiness upon awakening, before remembering that they’re conscious beings in a relentlessly bleak and numbing world,” said Dr. Derek Moore, lead author of the paper. “Other periods of happiness include 1.9 seconds after a good meal; 0.6 seconds upon receiving a paycheck; 1.1 seconds following completion of a scientific study; and the 2.5 seconds approaching orgasm, just before the guilt sets in.” Researchers also recorded the smallest period of contentment yet, a 3.7-millisecond interval preceding the realization that one was experiencing happiness and that it could not possibly last.

Aboot 7 months ago when we lived in Linton under Ouse, Mrs Foggy and I lived at the local Saffron Spice curry house. Now that we have moved we can no longer get any curries or indeed a single take away, so we took a trip all the way over to enjoy a nice curry evening.

Nice food, nice company shame then about the cackling witches who were in the restaurant and who managed to outdo a banshee on a full moon, even with their gobs full. Overhearing the conversation from one such delightful creature, not that we could miss it, apparently one of the banshees claimed that she didn’t go back to a “blokes owse, cos I’m a classy bird I am” whilst she has food dribbling out of her mouth, not exactly sure what class she was referring to but Viz did spring to mind and one of the aptly named characters (for those unfamiliar with this cult comic, the affectionately named ladies spent the entire comic strip in persuit of beer, curry and men).Ah the fairer sex took a nosedive tonite. mmmmmm.

And the sound of a woman whining louder than the mower she is pushing.

Yes spring is truly here with the first cut of the season and Mrs Foggs first attempt at cutting it since 2004, yes that’s right, she ain’t mown in 6 years. Ooooh the hardship the toil, how unfair is the world and how cruel her hubby for laughing.

Just wait till I tell her for the third tine that she is not supposed to run over the electric cable!

At Gadget show live Woo hoo.

What I want to know is who stole my T-shirt!

And after spending 3 hours walking around “Shame then that it could have been betterl”. Great for young kids or 3d enthusiasts but a CES it ain’t.

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