TPO Wazzat Then

tree12x.gifWell as you know we are living in a house up in the North of England and we have a pokey lil garden out back, which has a pear and an apple tree in it (anyone that has sampled the Apple Dare or Pear Dare will know). Until October we had employed a gardener monthly to tend to the limited garden (very posh we know, but Mr Fogg hates gardening with a passion, lazy sod, getit, sod as in dirt, ooo I’m just too sharp). The gardener in their infinite wisdom killed the pear tree and Mrs Fogg went ballistic with them. So the gardener fired us, get that, stating that she was too demanding and they couldn’t keep the garden to the standard she had set. Ah well no loss there then.

We got the landlords to arrange the trimming and pruning of the apple and pear trees, since they were in dire need of revitalisation. At the same time they arranged for the “Tree Specialist” (if that is what you call a guy with a chainsaw, then he is hardly a specialist) to recommend what was needed to be done about the 60 foot monsters in the front, since the branches are hiting the roof and cars/ lorries on the main road. The specialist promptly recommended to the landlord that they should be cut back and duly went about his work slashing all the braches off he could find. The poor ole tree looked somewhat empty now, but hey he was a specialist.

Cut (gettit) to a few weeks later and a letter fell on the mat from the Council Planning office, claiminng that the two front trees are subject to a “Tree Protection Order” and that some nosey ole retired fart with nothing better to do with their time than phone the council, had reported the trees as been “brutalised beyond all repair”. The council, yes you know them, “take your hard earned cash, empty your bins once a month, don’t repair roads or grit when it snows”, has employed some “do-good eco-warrior, sandal wearing, kaftan loving, man-hating, Tree Hugger” to send out snotty letters to tell you that you now face a “£20,000” fine for hurting the trees feelings.

The Tree Hugging man-hater council person has contacted the Tree Specialist who did the work, who claims he was told that the trees were not subject to a “TPO” and therefore is not to blame. Surely a specialist in trees would know exactly where to look to see if a tree was protected (sure as hell we don’t). We are not the property owners and therefore did not request or approve the works, so as is normal in these circumstances we too have passed the buck to the landlord and his letting agent, hell we are not paying a fine on two dead trees.

The irony, the letter from the council was printed on paper taken from a tree!!!!

Watch this space, we can guarantee this will branch onwards (ooo look at my puns)

What Now

Well it has been a long time since we last updated this site, hasn’t it?

Sorry peeps it has been a very very busy few months and yes I know, that is no excuse, but tough, it’s the only one I got.

What has been happening then, well January was hectic with work as was February and now March and April are booked out too. We had the Barty Clan up for an all too brief weekend and Stu & Jen came to visit as well. Unfortunately Stu & Jen couldn’t stay long, so the alcohol consumption was somewhat reduced (heehee).

In January, Mrs Foggy got to use her Christmas gift of a night at a Boutique hotel in Sheffield, the Leopold. We can definitely recommend it, nice accomodation, excellent friendly service and not a foreign member of staff in site, how cool is that. We spent the night eating at a grotty looking restaurant (El Paso), but the food and service were second to none).

In March we are off on a long weekend visiting that there Dublin , see the sites (no historic garbage I’ll have you know) and generally have a nice relaxing time together.

Like everyone, well the North of England anyway, we had a smattering of white powder hit us and the wonderful councils saw fit to do nothing, so needless to say the country ground to a halt. Ah global warming don’t you know, we haven’t had freakish weather like this ever (unless you count the 1960’s, 1970’s, 1980’s and 1990’s), but you just keep telling us that because my light bulbs give off more illumination than a gloworms bum, it’s all my fault!!

So the next two months will be fraught with working activities, Mr Fogg has his major project implementation going live (recipe for disaster) and Mrs Fogg is embarking on major network upgrades (such a hottie). Hopefully a chance to catch up with Stu & Jen as well.

May sees us winding down for a wee while and chilling by a pool in Florida (ooo can feel it already, House of Blues, Red Lobster, House of Pancakes for Brekky, wonderful).

 So for now that is it.

Ho Ho Ho Happy Christmas

santa08.gif  Hey there one and all and a Merry Yuletide.

 Wooooooo Hoooooo its chrimble time again (don’t ya just love it).

What a fantastic year it has been, Mr Fogg is on his third job this year (this one may be a keeper) and he is an ole git now. Mrs Fogg is getting closer to the big 4 Oh, but don’t tell her that. Spike is coming up to 9 and is every bit as grumpy as Mr Fogg after standing in a Post Office queue waiting to weigh a letter and post it for 3 hours.

So poor ole Mrs Fogg has to work to Chrimbo eve, but I don’t (yee haaa), so I am taking her a nice christmas picnic into her office on the last day and then along comes santa with a rather large sack (fnarr fnarr oooh Matron, sorry slipped into carry on Mode for a second).

The plan, well Christmas Eve will be sat in front of the fire watching Christmas movies and then watching Santa deliver prezzies around the globe on Google Earth (see it all at http://www.noradsanta.org/) It is just soooooo cool. Then its up at 4am to open prezzies and a glass of Bucksfizz in front of the fire. The whole day will be washed down with a scabby turkey lovingly prepared by the Master chef 1997 and ably assisted by the Mrs.

So to all our friends out there, Merry Christmas and a fantastic New Year, see you in 2009.

Save the Environment – Go by Car

So there was Mrs Fogg and I, looking at going to Leeds by train a nice relaxing time, we went to find out whether we could save money on train fares by booking in advance, “oh no, you can only do a day return, otherwise you will have to buy single tickets if this is journey does not return the same day”. Ok so what does that work out to then, well to travel 15 miles on a train will cost you £19.50 per person, right so £39 for two Foggs to travel to Leeds and return the next day, ok plus either £15 each way by taxi to the station or £12 per day to park your car at the station. So let me get this right, it will cost between £53 and £69 to go to Leeds overnight, plus the cost of hotels, or (wait for it) £11 in petrol to drive there and back. So I ask you where is the incentive to save the planet and use the train. THERE AINT ONE!!!!!! 

Hey Wass Up Doc?

Paranoia city here we are!!

 So me and Mrs Fogg decided to get a full copy of our medical records from the doctor, all handwritten and electronic ones, quoting the Data Protection Act, which entitles you to full disclosure of your details. Well they don’t like doing it do they, 20 questions on why you need it, forms to fill out (you have to write requesting a form, fill it in, send it back, they then want your cash, then you have to collect it in person and then sign for it as well), if only your personal banking data and government records were this secure!! You also have to remember that according to our doctors surgery, you don’t need any of this information, it is all 100% accurate.

Well I digress, so there was I sitting reading my rather interesting medical history about the number of flu vaccines I have had (should be none in reality), all my childhood bouts of “Pendular Plumbosis” (so I played sick to avoid school), interestingly I broke my jaw in a fall (that was news to me) and then blow me down with a feather if I didn’t find out that I had been discharged from the army in 2000 on medical grounds (apparently I have some pretty ghastly illnesses that I am not aware of), to cap it all I also had an ECG at Bradford Royal Infirmary in Nov 2005 (when me and Mrs Fogg were off touring that there US of A) and then insult to injury I also appear to have been born in either 1968 or 1944, now I may look old, but bugger me I aint that old yet. So call to the doctor and a rather embarrassed Practice Manager who is a little concerned that I seem to have someone else’s medical history mixed up with mine (I’m glad she is concerned, cos I am extremely annoyed). I now have to go into see the doctors so that they can examine the records in more detail.

Based on my experience I would suggest that everyone get a copy of their history, you never know, you could be leading a double life and actually be the queen or an hactor in reality!!!

The Tour is Over for 2008

That’s it, all done, the tour is finished Booooooo.

We arrived back in Vegas on Wed 29th after driving through Beattie and eating at the Sour Dough Inn (nice little shack with such gems in the toilets as “Please do not throw gum in the urinal, the same hands that have to pick it out, also place the ice cubes in your drinks” and “Learn warfare like the USA, if you have trouble identifying the target, shoot at anything and the first thing you hit, is the target”).

Back in Vegas we had one last evening to wander around, Me and Mrs Fogg went through all the hotels and casinos again before getting blotto at The Rainforest Cafe and the Folkies enjoyed a last view before a final American meal (salt, sugar and no veg) at the Harley Davidson Cafe.

A quick drive up to drop the car back on Thurs 30th, before waiting for our flight back to Gatport Airwick, the Folkies went off for their mammoth slog to Ireland and we went for a kip in the Yotel (well we say kip but between the kiddies running down the halls and workmen drilling, sawing and hammering we had no rest). So after a long day, we are now back in the Foggy household (brrrr blummin freezin here), with 4 million letters to deal with.

So what did we do over this trip:

  • 2039 miles (290 Dollars worth of gas)
  • 5 states (Nevada, Arizona, Utah, New Mexico and Colorado)
  • 1 Dodge Durango covered in 10 tonne of Nevada Desert
  • 2 National Parks (Zion and Grand Canyon)
  • The Grand Canyon Skywalk and a 9 mile hike to the Indian Gardens
  • 1 Concrete Wigwam
  • Standin on the Corner in Winslow Arizona with a Flat Bed Ford
  • Stood on 4 states at the same time
  • Saw some more Injins
  • Stacks of Ribs and Steak
  • 24 Bottles of Wine (175ml just for Mrs Folk)
  • 120 bottles of Coors lite (between Mr & Mrs Fogg and Mr Folk)
  • 1 Barbeque at Boshful Babs
  • Little Ale’Inn for less than 10 minutes
  • 10 hours of Video Tape (comeon then who wants a slide show)
  • About 2000 pictures

Not bad for 20 days is it?

Tata For Now

No Aliens here only Mexicans

So There was we all set to check into the Little Ale’Inn with the Folks (bear in mind these are seasoned backpackers used to hovels of hotels, apparently), and we found a much posher and prettier accomodation in Alamo, but still we continued to the Little Ale’Inn. Now it transpires that luxury rules everytime, after the folkies took one look at the caravan hovel at Rachel, they requested, ney demanded that we drive back the 50 miles to the 4 star luxury that they are not used to. So there we are, no new experience on that one. In defence however the reception at the Inn was less than welcoming, in fact it made British hospitality look good.

Still we did see Area 51 and the gates, even tried to leave the folkies there and get them to cross the line, but they wouldn’t. And we did get to see fighter jets practising and doing the ole sonic booms.

So, on then to Tonopah where we checked into the lovely little Jim Butler Motel.  We left the folks to have a wander around and went to check out the local Mexican restaurant for a quick beer – which turned into an all night session complete with Lock-in.  So there we were quietly writing our diaries when we got chatting to two cool americans – Jon from Missouri and Keri from North Carolina.  They were here mapping out GPS stats for the Federal government – cool job or what!!  So, a quick beer rapidly translated into 10, a nice meal of Mexican food then translated further into dancing, frivolities and oh yes more beer.  One of us cannot actually remember walking back to the Motel (hmm oh dear).  So, a good deep sleep later we are now up and ready for the 150 mile drive back to Vegas for our last night in the US.

A big hello to Jon and Keri if you catch the blog – we hope your heads are not as sore as ours this am, it was good chatting and dancing!

We’d better go round up the folks now who are in another museum somewhere, probably chatting to more old folks again…..

Welcome to Lincoln County

Yesterday we passed out of Utah and back into Nevada, gaining an hour on the clock (Pacific time here rather than Mountain Time in Utah) and drove a short distance to Pioche, one of our favourite little places we visited on our first trip to the States.  We stayed last night at the Overland Hotel and Saloon and propped up the bar for a significant period of our stay with hosts Donna and Blondie – ok so a very many beers later we grabbed food at the Silver Cafe and then oops – time for more beers back at the saloon bar.  Its really cool over here at the moment since everything is decorated ready for halloween – the saloon itself has a full size coffin complete with monster in the front!  So, off today back towards Vegas and a major detour to a teeny little watering hole – the Ale’Inn.  Sounds like it might just have to be more beers this evening……

The holiday is now going too fast, nearly back to Vegas and of course only round the corner from a return to work (boo!).  Still, will we make the plane or just vanish back into Nevada?????

Yootah

So just a short trip into Cedar City Utah and boy all I can say is yuck!!

A church on every corner and most businesses and shops close on a Saturday, but hey you can have more than one wife (is that such a bonus?)

Cedar City, home of the South Utah University and plebby kids with there pledge houses, oh and a regular Shakespeare festival (basically the only british culture some people see).

I’m sure some would like it here, not me, its dull lifeless and dead.

Oh Hey, onwards to Pioche tonight, then the wonderfully cheesey Little Ale’inn before Tonopah and lastly Vegas.

Onwards and downwards