So after a quiet new year by my standards an just having the sister in law and her bin lids around the first week of the new year has been even quieter. 2018 is a new year with new me and a new marathon. First up and 2018 will see me try and complete the […]Read More New year, new me, new marathon and new fundraising.
So Chrimbo eh. What’s it all about ? Well first up the week leading up to chrimbo was full of medical related news. The mother in law went in for a knee replacement. Things went well and she was out of hozzi a day early. She will still need a doctors note to get out […]Read More Chrimbo. What’s it all about ? #BahHumbug
So being well know plazzy weatherman @liverpoolweath on Twitter way back on 29th November I posted that there was a possible battle between cold and warm air and there could well be snow. No Liverpool Echo style headlines such as “Killer Arts Blast to hit Liverpool” just a little mention. Fast forward to December 2nd […]Read More Snowmageddon Ho Ho Ho !
So Friday evening and another gig this time Ricky Ross at The Capstone Theatre. With Mrs Fay on her chrimbo night out. It was a night out with her best mate and my old friend (Less of the old I hear her say) Helen. We grabbed a cosy table to ourselves in Sakara to set […]Read More Ricky Ross Live at The Capstone.
Day 1 Friday 24th November So on Friday I had a day off. Yippeeeeee. By the time I had gone for a jog, walked the dogs, seen a mortgage advisor and been the hospital in no particular order by the time I finally sat down it was nearly 3pm !!! Mrs Fay had already left […]Read More “Operation : Sausage and Chips”
So the first blog for ages. Themed around Progress and no its not a blog on the sixth studio album from Take that featuring all five of the band including that Tory tax dodging twat Barlow, the fat dancer and three other plebs Mrs Fay quite enjoys going to see ?? Don’t know why there […]Read More Progress : The Good, The Bad and The Ugly
Yesterday the “old” one pound coin AKA an “Alan Whicker” = “Nicker” = One English Pound and also for some reason called a snotter for a few years when I was a kid can now only be passed into a bank. In Ye Olden Days before the birth of the one pound coin in 1983 […]Read More Goodbye the old “Alan Whicker” coin
Nothing better than live music and on Friday I created my own minuscule festival. First up and The Arts Village for The Milk. We decided on a late start for us 8pm as it was gonna be a long night. Just about catching the end of the support act I must admit I was a […]Read More Friday night mini music festival
So this morning with my work systems being down for the day it was a bonus day playing FIFA 2018 sat on my fat arse. But then I thought no. It’s dry and the sunshine is out why don’t I do the planned walk I had wanted to do and take my camera with me […]Read More The 6 South Liverpool Park Walk
So Ket Wigs where do I start ? Now this isn’t the jealousy of a man who’s final hairstyle can only be a combover but what the fuck is going on with these Ket Wigs. Now we have all fallen victim to hair fashion crazes. I mean some twats were going clubbing the […]Read More Attack of the Ket wigs and I am in The London Marathon.