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soon replaced with good vibes as I proudly announced to my daughters that we might be down on team Fay but they had been replaced by Elizabeth, Charlotte and Holly Fay.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 !!
Fay x x x x