So the eve of 2013, not sure what it is about 2013 but it just seems a shite number. Are we officially entering the teens ? (cheap Jimmy Savile gag resisted) Well I am rounding the year off with a cheeky early beer and might as well review the year gone by and then look forward to 2013. It honestly does only seem like a few years ago it was 1990. The halcyon days of hair and 32″ jeans. After the amount of Desperado’s necked this chrimbo and food eaten even my “fat” jeans were feeling snuggish this morning as I went on a lovely walk. So lets see what 2012 brought my way.
So after spending new years eve 2011 watching Jools Holland, having a bevvy and eating sausage rolls (wow funny enough that’s what I will be doing tonight) the new year started with a lad I know getting into a Twitter storm with a comment re gay ex rugby player Gareth Thomas. Never again will the lad use the hashtag #padlockmyarse. Looking ahead I realised there was a new baby in a few months and a house to completely gut and renovate. I was labelling Andrew Murray as a loser. Such is the power and reach of this here blog look what Mr Murray ended up doing later on in the year inspired by my coaching.
Dominated by the annual trip away with a school thats name is withheld to protect the guilty and 2012’s venue was Tallinn in Estonia. Loads of beer , very cold temperatures which with the snow that had fallen encouraged the oldest in combined age I had ever seen for a slide tackle between two people (120 years) More beer and a bit of culture The Alexander Nevsky Cathedral followed by more beer, the regaining of my darts crown , a few more beers and then one of the lads turning into a hamster. Is that X hamster or hamster x ??
Well I missed the famous fireball that most of the country managed to get a look at. I did manage to catch a man getting a blowjob outside the Co-Op in Garston village. I was nearly forced to be giving blowjobs to earn enough money to fix my Tissot watch. Another attack on my wealth I blogged about was George Osborne and his tax on sausage rolls (Pastygate) thankfully just the threat of forming UMSRA the untax my sausage roll alliance was enough for the first of many u-turns by this government. Just wish they would do a fuck off out turn.
Suppose I better mention becoming a father for the third time with the birth of Holly Grace Eileen Fay born on 05/04/2012 at 16:16. Certainly been a change to our life style having two older girls 7 and 4 the lack of sleep has been tougher this time around but I wouldn’t swap her for the world (well maybe an iphone 5) April always brings what I call a twat of a day on the 15th. A day that marks 6 years since my mum died and 23 years since the Hillsborough disaster. The year would bring so much better news for the families of the Hillsborough dead at long last.
May brought about an F.A.Cup final defeat but a memorable night in my mate Joel’s. Just how much fun can you have with paper plates re-inacting a scene from The Snowman in his garden ? May also brought about a gig by The Destroyers at The Kazimier. Great band and great venue. Never thought I would find myself dancing to Turbo-folk-mega-Balkan-punk-polka-poetry but I did. Disco suffered from austerity cuts with the death of Donna Summer and the slog on out new house had well and truly begun.
Gig time again and another new great venue The Camp & Furnace for some more Turbo-folk-mega-Balkan-punk-polka-poetry and The Destroyers once again this time at an anti-royal street party followed by a jubilee party in our garden later on in the month. As you can see by that I have no morals and just like to party whatever the cause. I completed the tunnel 10k but not before having a near miss with a Paula Radcliffe style accident in training. Oh and more work on the house.
With no Glasto the gigs just kept on coming and this time the triumphant return of the Stone Roses in what was a truly magical occasion. This blog racked up its third birthday and the god particle was sussed. Done a bit more work on the house as well.
All about the olympics. I grabbed a bit of olympic magic all be it a footy match at Old Trafford Japan v Egypt. Who can ever forget the 24 dedicated channels, the team GB success but the highlight of the month was non olympic related and I completed my, apologies Elizabeths Euro 2012 panini sticker album. The month was rounded off with my elder daughters turning 8 and 5. Oh and have I mentioned more work on the house ?
(cue sad background music) So September the 15th and we finally made it into our new house and how nice it is still after over 3 months of living in it but what was to be a joyous occasion was sadly overshadowed by the death of my dad one day after my birthday on 19th September. Wont add much more but see blog here were it was all said “John Fay 12.02.45 to 19.09.12” On a brighter note another belter gig this time Henry Priestman on a Mersey Ferry rounded off the month.
Started off with the funeral of my dad but things soon looked up as I seen Deacon Blue twice. The world was going peado crazy including my daughters school issuing a pick your kids up warning. I was introduced (as we all were) to the strange world of Jimmy Savile. Little did I know I would become semi addicted to his past and have read many crazy allegations about him but I will put on record that there is more to meet the eye about Savile and I hope 2013 will see more re this. For the record I think that things run right to the heart of the establishment at the time and by throwing us some dodgy old age names they are trying to keep a lid on it. Chunks of my childhood passed away as TVAM’s Mike Morris and CEEFAX left this earth.
The first of my Savile ramblings was posted (have I bored you yet ?) I spent most the month playing Star Wars Angry Birds. Moving on from my Desperado addiction of September we were now moving into 8% cider territory. I stumbled across an old photo from out wedding and blogged about how the entire wing of my family was dead. Must have been the 8% cider causing me to fall into depressing blogs.
Even before chrimbo it was an eventful month with gigs by Elbow, The Christians and Connie Lush oh and I got to meet my all time footballing hero Jan Molby. The previous drunken prop of me and my mates the paper plate was now replaced by a curly wig with my mate taking some stick for this dodgy coat come jumper and I decided to play Starsky and Hutch as we had a little party in ours that finished at 4;30am !! Earlier that same night I was tapped on the back in a boozer and was addressed as “Faymondo” in the brief second my brain had to digest being called that I thought shit what crap have I spouted on here that has caused offence to anybody but thankfully it was the husband of an old school friend who only knew me as Faymondo via blogs and twitter, phewwww. Chrimbo came and went (thank fuck) and here we are on the verge of 2013.
This blog has been far too long to look ahead to 2013 but I will end it with a toast to my old man who I miss more than ever and with him being the last of my elder generation family the start reality has hit home that I am now King Fay and what that entails and how life is being re-evaluated (cue early mid-life crisis ha ha)
A second toast is to my father in law who will be around later to drink all my beers. Without him we wouldn’t have got anywhere near to finishing our house and latterly my boys room/pub. Forever indebted to him, he knows he has free concert tickets for life from me. Thank you so much.
Peace and a very happy new year to you all
Fay x x x x