It’s been a lovely weekend, almost summer like and time to get out into the garden. We’ve weeded and mulched the front and started weeding the back. It’s tiring work.
Only a few dozen plants to put in some time this week.
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Yippee, looks like spring is finally here and we have colour in the garden along with an influx of birds.
The other side of the garden is due a remodel this year though, as you can see I have decimated it! I can feel a shop coming on!
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Boo, poor ole Jen and Stu down with the lurgy, Chaz the puppy selling Herts Pasties for the day, which leaves the Foggs and the Finks to eat, drink and be merry.
A nice relaxin weekend of wine, Turkey and brussels. Needless to say there was a slight Fug involved afterwards (Le Petomane eat your heart out Brussels botty).
Sunday saw us all trundle down to your local sushi parlour for Sunday raw fish, with a slight amble round the city.
A nice chill and chance to catch up, plus the opportunity to put the frighteners on surrogate child for the Far East
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Utter Pants, I think even Mrs Fogg would agree, well apart from Lady DooDah, which was all she wanted to see.
The whole think was supposed to be an out n out country festival will food, stalls, etc. what you had was 10 little tents with hats, boots, pulled pork and beer in the O2 Market area (where the Tommy Copper hats used to be and that was rubbish too), and then access to the performances, but once you go in you can’t come out! And the only food once you were in was horrible smelling popcorn and something resembling a hot dog.
So the performances. Brantley “I’m Hard” Gilbert, was terrible (no I’d never heard of him either), “ain’t no-one gonna take my guns”, “2nd Amendment, blah, blah,blah”. You couldn’t hear him sing over the rock music (yes this was supposed to be country), references to skinny jeans, boobs and beer, so it must have been country music! The Shires, two warble songs, sounded like country so I turned off. Jason “I wears a hat so I must be a cowboy” Aldean, more rock than country. And lastly Lady DooDah, not bad, Mrs Fogg enjoyed it though (despite the woman being off key.
But just look at the view we had
We could just about see the big ass screens.
Now all Mrs Fogg has to do is figure out how to navigate back, we’re screwed.
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Bloody country music, sat next to a girl bopping to Bradley something or other and Mrs Fogg waiting for Lady something or other.
5 hours of hot, sweaty, warbling. Shoot me please!
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So Mrs Fogg sorted all the directions for the C2C at the O2, tube directions to the O2 at Greenwich village, not realising there was a North Greenwich on the Tube. So here we are after a 2 mile walk back to the O2 (Poor Mrs Fogg in 4inch Cowgirl boots).
So Lil Fink, I would suggest you take your own set of directions for Japan, just in case .
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Oh joy, all my desires and wishes rolled into one. Country to Country and what type of music makes me want to boil my head?
Well there’s me seeing the missus off for the train, I’m off to bed
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With the super dooper weather (yes the terminator beast hit the road today) we decided to burn some flesh on fire!
BBQ anyone
You’ll never guess where we are this evening. Mr Fogg knows celebrities. They’re performing locally so we thought we would pop down and support them….. At the local WMC in Acomb.
It’s like a time warp. Nora Batty and her stockings are here as is Benny. That said, it’s good to see Mr Fogg’s friend performing loads of hits.
They are a music group called Coeurdalene. A husband and wife partnership with absolutely cracking voices and musically great. We know the modern stuff but the crowd stirred when Mr Blue Sky was belted out.
Next up is Bingo apparently.
I can imagine my dad’s uncle Fred used to come here years ago, it’s probably not changed much from that time.
Fun night people watching.
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Rocks, anyone want a hot dog?
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