Saturday July 19th 2003. It had to be an odd number year as I did not want the possibility of my wedding clashing with any World Cup or European championship games. Top tip lads laying down the football law down early. As it happens it clashed with The Open Golf but I did manage to catch the final round on the Sunday. It was Sunday morning and the kids had clambered up on top of a wardrobe and pulled down a grey box which contained our wedding album. Now was this a very early attempt to go looking for some chrimbo prezzies ? Thankfully it was only our wedding album they found and not my prize collection of 1990 VHS vintage porn. I jest of course because I mistakenly gave them away to age concern in 1998, bastard ! So I sat down with my girls 8 and 5 and went through the album. I then started telling them about the happiest day of my life when me and Colin Airey went to Manchester Airport and got the plane to Istanbul. But I digress. We went through the pics and despite only being just over 9 years ago how most people looked so much younger, fresh-faced , hardly a grey hair in sight and slimmer. There’s still some lucky (not fat bastards) who are as slim. Pointing out family and friends when I then came across a picture (above) which was of my clan. Left to right John Fay (Dad) Lilian Fay (Mum) Eileen Roper (Nan) Lily Fay (Neice), Faymondo, Mrs Faymondo, Clare Fay (Sister) Jimmy Weaver (Good as brother-in-law) Adam Fay (Nephew) to think I was his uncle “knob head” at just 13 years old and ickle James Fay terrible twin of Lily. It then struck me that the entire left-wing of the family has since been wiped out, mum in 2006, nan in 2011 and my old man in 2012. My dad would be proud of this left wing description. This was pointed out by my eldest and I had to do a dad like cough to pull myself together and bite my lip ! 9 years is fuck all but taking the period 10 years previous to today so much has changed. I often look back so fondly at being 18 when everything was a consistent and the only worry was where the next tenner was coming from to go out on the ale for the night. Nobody had mentioned change and the shitty things that were to come. You thought you knew it all but in fact you knew nothing at that age (if you were lucky) and even now approaching 40 I still don’t know the half of it. But depressing thoughts were soon replaced with good vibes as I proudly announced to my daughters that we might be down on team Fay but they had been replaced by Elizabeth, Charlotte and Holly Fay. Never been into putting up pictures after people die, seen it done so many times and thought it a bit cliché. But the picture above will be getting put up in our new house as soon as I find a frame and if my current record for doing jobs around the house is anything to go by first estimation is that it will be up around May 2014. The three people who are now in my sisters garden, not sure if my dads ashes have had the privilege yet !! would have been blown away by what has been done to our (my nans old) house. Indeed it was only my old man who got to see the three girls, nan managed two and my mum only one. Keeping up the reflective tone of this blog my nan would have been 97 tomorrow, 19th November. I will have a glance at the bookshelf that is now in place of where her seat was and raise a cheeky cider to her now. No ordinary cider M&S’s finest Somerset traditional cider. Smooth with a lightly spicy undertone and a fruity floral bouquet (bollocks) it’s just not as fizzy as Magners. A bittersweet blog but just thought I would throw it out there as when I read it back in years to come I can see the slight chink in my manly armour and hope no other poor sod has popped their clogs since. I hope my kids don’t fookin replace me with a bookshelf !!
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Back after another break. Must be writers block or have I just been in hiding with all these dodgy people getting arrested ( Dave Lee Travis) or allegations when you have popped your clogs (Cyril Smith) Starting with the former I am currently sporting a “hairy cornflake” beard and was planning on keeping it until christmas, might have to have a rethink on that plus its got a bit more grey in than when I last grew it earlier on in the year. Moving onto the latter the only fear I had as a child about Cyril Smith is would he eat me ! But joking aside its a grim story and I have spent far too much time on the David Icke forum. Now I do not buy into lizards controlling us through dodgy lightbulbs and one post even had the title “Hurricane Sandy did it happen” But there are now hundreds of pages on the Jimmy Savile thread. A quick summary is that there was (is) a peado ring in the establishment which is covered up and after Savile popped his clogs a chink in the secret occurred and so dead people and shite celebs are being served up on a plate so deflect from the truth. Something has gone on and we don’t know about it but the decision to be made is where is the line drawn between fact and wild internet fantasy including stuff of about The Mccann’s and The Dunblane shootings. It’s all out there with a quick google and I would never normally buy into these things but the admission of the cover up of the Hillsborough disaster made me think hmmmm what else has been covered up. A second thing that got me thinking was when my dad died we were told as we were from Liverpool to pop back the hospital in a few hours and we could pick up a death certificate save us coming up from Liverpool again. A few hours later though this had changed as we were told that he would have to have an autopsy and then an inquest. Why the change all of a sudden ? Well we were told that they had to check if he had died from an industrial disease as he had worked in factories in the past. Now me and my sister had told the hospital nothing about this and my dads motto was always “tell the powers in control nothing and trust none of them” So how did they know ? Was his name put into the computer and an alert came up ? Well something went on , just how much info do the powers that be hold on us ? Christ I am wandering into David Icke territory and I haven’t even cracked a bottle of Desperado open yet. There are still questions to be asked over my dad’s death that I can’t blog about yet and I hope that I don’t have to write a blog about NHS care pathways but hopefully we will get the answers to the outstanding questions we have. But lets just say the natural causes on his death certificate and no mention of cancer has unfortunately meant that this has raised more questions than answers.
Hmmmm strayed onto heavy stuff once again then eh. In other news I played a rare game of 11 a side footy on sunday against yes the police (No I dont trust them either) and we managed to hold on for a 5-4 victory which was followed by numerous post Desperado’s, pints of Red Stripe , rum and Coke and a double JD to finish off !! It was a rare occasion when I was a bit pissed by the end of the evening and didn’t realise how big the hill coming up Rose Lane was walking home. I reckon it was that steep I was taking one step forward and two steps back but I swayed home in the end. I must admit that I do have a slight addiction and the admission is the first step on the pathway to recovery. I am indeed addicted to Star Wars Angry Birds. Last check I was number 2,568 out of 666,444 players on the ipad version. I will improve ha ha. Feel free to add me on game center “faymondo”
Fay x x x x
This isn’t conspiracy theory, it’s cultural fact. We are playing for big stakes here, and the Establishment knows it. A great many senior public figures could find their career histories dramatically changed….along with their daily place of residence.