As Crap Ideas Go

This one is the best ever.

Coming back to my second home tonight, I find this on the unit. An empty box and a list of things (sweets) that the hotel will pop into it for you, all you need do is call and order them and someone will deliver them!

Three issues with this:

1. I could get the items cheaper from Tesco next door
2. There’s a minibar fridge in the room that is empty and has been for 20 weeks
3. Housekeeping only left a few sheets of toilet roll 2 days ago and it took 4 phone calls and 25 minutes to get em to deliver something for me to wipe my ass on, so how long will bloody chocolate take!

The Radisson Crap Box!

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Geeky Birthday

So Mrs Fogg is errr, 20 something (again), so a night of glorious food at the Wensleydale Heifer and today we HAD to go to Hawes in the pouring rain to see, wait for it, yup a Rope Museum! My life is so complete



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Welcome Charlie

So for Mrs Fogg’s birthday and as an anniversary gift from The Folks, we have come to the Wensleydale Heifer and we are in the Chocolate room, can you tell



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Home Only Just

So the flight from LA to Boston took 5.5 hours, the plane pulled away from the terminal and then announced there was a fault with the steering column for the front wheel and that it was probably a screw that had come undone, no worries then! 30 minute delay leaving, sat in the middle of an older American couple who bickered the entire journey was just awesome. Arrival at Boston was delayed because there was no space so we circled for 10 minutes, but don’t worry if you have an onward flight our representatives will meet you outside the plane. Who was there, no-one!

Having identified I had arrived into terminal “Who knows” and needed to get to terminal E, which is a 15 minute walk and my plane was due to board in 10 minutes, mad dash nutter time. And then you had to go through security again, to find they had been calling my name for 15 minutes, obviously my fault I was late.

On the Virgin flight from Boston to Manchester it was empty, 93 customers on a plane capable of 300, with 15 crew, still chance to spread out. The pilot was proud to announce we had arrived 40 minutes early, but then didn’t announce we had to sit on the tarmac for 40 minutes to wait for a space (if it was Air Fungus there would have been trumpets playing for “anudder oirly orrivsl”)

Oh well clackity-clack train to Leeds now.
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Airport Hell

Ahhhhh, 4.30am rise, Russian taxi driver who must have learnt his driving from the fairground dodgems! Every set of lights saw him push the accelerator so far down that he must have hit the asphalt each time and braking for lights involved a worse deceleration than a space shuttle on re-entry!!!!

And then the airport, virgin premier club line clearly indicated I walked to the front waiting to be seen, along with 4 other people. 5 minutes later snotty madam asks us why we are all queuing there and that we must join the normal queue during early hour flights, really, where does it say that then. An argument ensued where she stormed off and refused to deal with anyone until she felt the tension had dissipated, oh my god! Her colleague took over after that.

On then to a 1hr 15min queue through the LAX security, 8 lanes of hell, remove all items of clothing, yet a group of students took a 16inch Domino’s Pizza box through without even being challenged. And a woman took her pet pooch in a child’s pram around the scanner. For me after the full Total Recall body scanner, a full pat down because the TSA guy doesn’t trust the scanner. And why are we co concerned at airports

Anyhoo I can chill now on my flight to Boston, then wait for my Manchester flight from there.

Weather in Santa Monica yesterday 17 and cloudy, today 16 and rain, preparation for the UK then.
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66 Foot First

Well that’s it, I’ve dipped my toes into the Pacific Ocean, seen the Pier all lit up and now I’m off to bed ready for my early rise. A fun day and a chance to chill before the long haul home.

Some final shots of Santa Monica

Goodbye to the Mother Road all 2,488 miles of it

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