A cultural review of Krakow.

So it’s time for another blog in the now infamous series “A cultural review of” Previous blogs in the February series are RIGA WROCLAW  TALLINN   This years winning bid was from the city of Krakow and a return to Poland. So it was to Liverpool airport for the traditional 6am ish half term pint or three with the wise men getting them at the bar rather than paying Ryan Air prices. A few hours later and braving the cold and snow it’s pub one of many to come. After descending down stairs where I had to duck at points we ended up in a cellar and it was Tyskie’s all around. Onto a few more pubs Dompolonni and then the Dog in the fog where we were told of for singing which only brought out the old classic that was last sung in York “I am the music man” only in hushed tones and the lyrics changed from instruments names to skits about each of the lads on the trip. Onto the house of beer and it was time for a tactical stop and a visit to the golden arches. More pubs as expected and pub Florianska was were I have noted ‘taste sensation” must have been well on the way as I have no recollection of what that was about. Feel free to remind me in the comments section. I wasnt that pissed though as one of the lads was to declare Caroline Quinten as their dream woman, yes her of men behaving badly fame. Talk was then already switching to would we see a sighting of what could only be described as a rather large unusual circular shape. I was on the lookout for this on day one but it was not to be. Hotel Europejski was next up and impressing the bar man with the trick of piercing bar mats with just one finger was keeping us entertained in this bar. Onto another boozer where you had to climb down narrow tunnels to get to the main room. This was the most comfy pints I have had with you just literally lying on a lovely cushion with you legs draped across the floor. Luckily enough child booster seats were available for the smaller members of the group and also on offer was a selection of comedy hats. It was also then we decided that one of the lads had turned into a goth since the last trip. So onto the last boozer of the night, it was the last as it was becoming more difficult to move. The barman was playing darts (of the plastic variety with holes on the board) I was nominated as our darts player, based on skill and not physique I hope and yes I was victorious. Next they brought out the Polish and eastern european champion from out of nowhere and I was humiliated. Time to sit down and watch a re-enactment of the Lee Evans “Bohemian Rhapsody” routine and right on time the other 9 of us were up on the chairs and tables doing the “Waynes world” bit much to the amusement and surprise of the bar staff. One last twist to the night and we located a proper darts board made of thistle and with wires on. It was getting serious as the Polish and Eastern European champion brought out his own tape measure and started measuring the oche. It was now about 1.30am and entering the 19th hour of drinking. It wasnt the best two legs of darts I have ever played but I decided to throw at the middle board of the three I was seeing and despite some barracking from my own fans (I know how Joe Allen and Jordan Henderson feel now) it was a famous two nil victory and I was the new Eastern european darts champion. For the first time ever I think all ten of us went home together on the first night away but we did pay out on one of the lads falling asleep in an earlier bar and I had his ticket and won the dollar.

So day two in the big Krakow house and down for breakfast. Now being a fussy bastard I was hoping at best for hot dog type sausages and some bread and butter. I was informed it was all there so picked a hotdog up and sat down. This was the hotdog that could put me off hotdogs for life. I can only be described as looking like an off white cock with a pink condom hanging half off complete with dubious juices in the teat. Needless to say I opted for just bread and butter and had the Nutella’s off to give to my kids as a present. Would you eat what you see below ?

Polish hotdog

So day two of out trips and its culture time (as we wait for the boozers to open) This time if was the museum of Oskar Schindler which was the original factory in the story. It’s safe to say the next morning a few of us were still a bit “Schindler’s list” from the night before. it was a very in-depth museum and as ever brought home the events that had happened in the past. Krakow’s fabled Oskar Schindler’s Factory of Enameled Vessels ‘Emalia’ has been turned into a modern museum devoted to the wartime experiences in Krakow under the five-year Nazi occupation during the World War II. The museum takes up the sprawling administration building of the defunct plant at 4 Lipowa street, in the city’s grim industrial district of Zablocie on the right bank of Wisla river. Ingenious exhibitions combine period artifacts, photos and documents with multimedia and set-piece arrangements in an attempt to create a full-immersion experience.

Oskar Schindler factory

So what started of as a serious moment soon descended back into comedy as we bartered to obtain the use of what was a six seater elongated electronic battery-powered golf buggy. With the price negotiated low enough the 10 of us managed to get on the thing and off we headed off for a guided tour around the Jewish Ghetto with the 10 of us singing the banana splits theme tune. Please note this was stopped before we reached the ghetto walls to replaced by “In the ghetto” I kid you of course and apologise for a cheap gag but we were well-behaved. After what was a dangerous trip back on our banana splits golf buggy on icy main roads we found a pub and day two was to begin properly. You will be pleased to hear that I couldn’t be arsed chronicling the names of all the pubs of day two but we had now picked up a mascot for the trip called “Pink Dino” so it was only fair that Pink Dino was photographed throughout the day and he ended up in some strange places indeed including local barmaids, a local tramp and numerous other compromising positions some of which I can’t post but below is a montage to Pink Dino who whilst watching the Liverpool match was tragically dropped and only his head made it to the last bar. We have the other two pieces of Pink Dino and as yet I have received no update on the operation due to take place to put him back together. Feel free to click on Pink Dino for a larger version of the montage.

Pink Dino

So a valiant attempt by Liverpool but the result was soon forgotten as we met a man with a technicoloured dream coat thus presenting another opportunity to show of our singing skills with a belter rendition of “any dream will do”  and one of the lads managed to blag he was the son of John Aldridge !! The group split after this boozer and I made the decision to be a backing singer for one of the lads on a karaoke version of “Thats Amore” by Dean Martin to a crowd of 100% Polish people but we got a few rousing cheers. I did however miss seeing what was a good band with the other section of the group, you can’t win them all. Day two though was the day I got to see the giants spherical object that was the talk of Krakow. I managed to see it in the late evening just as the sun was setting romantically and managed to grab a picture of the most unexpected spherical shapes I have seen in my life.

Krakow balloon

So the next day arrives and time to head home not before on of the lads leaving his passport in a drawer in his hotel bedroom and after a return journey from the airport and back his nerves were calmed and it was located. After a short weather delay the flight home managed to take off. So plane home and so much drink that I havent had a further drop this weekend and a great trip to Krakow. Well worth a visit, especially in the summer when the weather gets nice. Thanks again to the group of teachers I gegg in with for the trip (The name of the school is withheld to protect the guilty) and after Gdansk 2008 Belfast 2009, Riga 2010, Wroclaw 2011, Tallinn 2012, Krakow 2013 was a classic. I look forward to Feb 2014 for the next adventure and the 10 year anniversary and what could be a return to Warsaw. I would just like to add that no horses, mice, snakes, panda’s, two donkeys, sheep or Koala bears were hurt on this trip, though I am forever scarred with seeing Koala bears with their little claws pushing back from the edge of a cliff. So this morning when up early with the baby watching cbeebies as if by some cruel twist of fate the Koala brothers cartoon came on. Thats yer lot did I mention I won the darts ?

Peace

Fay x x x x

The nerdy alternative Brit awards 2013.

So tomorrow is the Brit awards. I will be very drunk in a bar in Krakow when it is on so will post this the night before. The Brit’s as a teenager was one of the highlights of my year then I grew up and realised what a sack of shite most of it was. But as you might know if you have read here I am a bit of a musical nerd. So with my own charts published for years (Do read the link before to see how sad I am) It was only right that every year at the time of The Brit Awards I proudly proclaimed best album, best male, best female, best group and best newcomer. As you will see below I have certain fave groups that if they released baa baa black sheep would almost certainly win the award. So this year is the 24th year of The Faymondo music awards. Already looking ahead to the 25th anniversary next year I have booked the kitchen for the announcements and will be laying on a luxury spread from Sayers with free Desperado’s and M&S finest munchies. If you are interested you can register interest by emailing sad bastard@faymondo.com Tickets are limited and in the event of over subscription a ballot will take place !!!!! So in 1988 age just 14 the world was a very different place. My musical world would have been dominated by the few cassettes I could afford and whatever I got for chrimbo and my birthday. Fast forward 24 years to 2012 and not a cassette in sight, not even a CD in sight and amazingly just the odd download. The current musical trend of choice is to stream from Spotify. This just opens up a whole new world of music both new and old and so it is actually harder to dish out my awards this year. Added to that releases from traditional past fave bands The Christians, Deacon Blue and The Pet Shop Boys makes 2012 the greatest year in musical choice I have ever listened to. So its time to settle down as I reveal the shortlist of albums that was 2012 and some great albums from previous years I have found cant make the list such as Baby Huey’s “The Baby Huey Story”, Chris & Thomas “Land Of Sea”, Foster The People “Torches” and Nasher “A Lo Minimo” So here is Stuart Hall sorry Dave Lee Travis sorry Jim Davidson sorry Geoffrey from Rainbow (If Geoffrey gets nicked my childhood is truly shattered) to announce the nominated albums. 

King Creosote & John Hopkins Diamond Mine
Sean Rowe The Salesman And The Shark
Bobby Womack The Bravest Man In The Universe
Chris & Thomas Into The Sun
Deacon Blue The Hipsters
Madness Oui Oui, Si Si, Ja Ja, Da Da
Bill Fay Life Is People
Pet Shop Boys Elysium
Alt-J An Awesome Wave
The Destroyers Hole In The Universe
Plan B Ill Manors
Django Django Django Django
Huey & The New Yorkers Say It To My Face
Orbital Wonky
Habib Koite Brothers In Bamko
Maverick Sabre Lonely Are The Brave
Newton Faulkner Write It On Your Skin
The XX Coexist
Simian Mobile Disco Unpatterns
Norah Jones Little Broken Hearts
The Lumineers The Lumineers
The Christians Speed Of Life
Dr John Locked Down
Michael Mayer Mantasy
Mumford And Sons Babel
Bettye Lavette Thankfull N’Thoughtful
Elbow Dead In The Boot

So as you see lots of albums to pick from to narrow down to give out the prestigious Faymondo Music Awards, or The Fay’s as they have been shortened to by the popular music press. So lets not waste any more time and reveal the winners and for the record past historical winners.

 BEST ALBUM WINNER BEST ALBUM RUNNER UP
1988 Raintown-DEACON BLUE The christians-THE CHRISTIANS
1989 When the world knows your name-DEACON BLUE Checkmate-ROGER CHRISTIAN
1990 Colour-THE CHRISTIANS In the blood-LONDONBEAT
1991 Fellow hoodlems-DEACON BLUE Seal-SEAL
1992 Happy in hell-THE CHRISTIANS Volume 3 just right-SOUL II SOUL
1993 Whatever you say,say nothing-DEACON BLUE Happy in hell-THE CHRISTIANS
1994 Our town-DEACON BLUE Very-PET SHOP BOYS
1995 Tuesday night music club-SHERYL CROW Seal (2) – SEAL
1996 Sheryl crow-SHERYL CROW Whats the story morning glory-OASIS
1997 Time for change-SOUL II SOUL Your cool mystery-GARRY CHRISTIAN
1998 The globe sessions-SHERYL CROW 5-LENNY KRAVITZ
1999 On how life is-MACY GRAY Beacoup fish-UNDERWORLD
2000 Sunset over london-JOOLS HOLLAND R/B’S ORCHESTRA The marshall mathers lp-EMINEM
2001 Homesick- DEACON BLUE Loco-FUN LOVIN’ CRIMINALS
2002 The Eminem Show-EMINEM Roland Gift-ROLAND GIFT
2003 Don’t give up on me-SOLOMON BURKE Prodigal Sons-THE CHRISTIANS
2004 How does it feel-GARRY CHRISTIAN Feels like Home-NORAH JONES
2005 Wildflower-SHERYL CROW Make do with what you got-SOLOMON BURKE
2006 Fundamental-PET SHOP BOYS Nashville-SOLOMON BURKE
2007 Dog House Music-SEASICK STEVE Overtones-JUST JACK
2008 Chronicles Of A Modern Life-HENRY PRIESTMAN I Started Out With Nothing And Still Got Most Of It Left-SEASICK STEVE
2009 Yes – PET SHOP BOYS All Night Cinema – JUST JACK
2010 Bittersweet Batch- JESSE DEE Tell Em What Your Name Is-  BLACK JOE LEWIS AND THE HONEYBEARS
2011 Build A Rocket Boys-ELBOW London Afrobeat Collective – LAC
2012 Ill Manors -PLAN B The Lumineers -THE LUMINEERS
BEST GROUP WINNER BEST GROUP RUNNER UP
1988 THE CHRISTIANS DEACON BLUE
1989 FINE YOUNG CANNIBALS DEACON BLUE
1990 THE CHRISTIANS LONDONBEAT
1991 BLACK DEACON BLUE
1992 SOUL II SOUL EN VOGUE
1993 THE CHRISTIANS DEACON BLUE
1994 DEACON BLUE PET SHOP BOYS
1995 SOUL II SOUL M PEOPLE
1996 OASIS PET SHOP BOYS
1997 SOUL II SOUL JAMIROQUAI
1998 FUN LOVIN CRIMINALS OASIS
1999 JAMIROQUAI UNDERWORLD
2000 JOOLS HOLLAND & RHYTHM/BLUES ORCHESTRA THE CHRISTIANS
2001 DEACON BLUE DAFT PUNK
2002 OASIS UNDERWORLD
2003 THE CHRISTIANS FUN LOVIN CRIMINALS
2004 JOOLS HOLLAND & RHYTHM/BLUES ORCHESTRA THE PRODIGY
2005 JAMIROQUAI FUN LOVIN CRIMINALS
2006 PET SHOP BOYS TRANSIT KINGS
2007 PINK MARTINI THE CHEMICAL BROTHERS
2008 OASIS JEGSY DODD AND THE ORIGINAL SINNERS
2009 PET SHOP BOYS MCINTOSH ROSS
2010 MASSIVE ATTACK FAITHLESS
2011 ELBOW LONDON AFROBEAT COLLECTIVE   
2012 DEACON BLUE DJANGO DJANGO
BEST MALE BEST FEMALE
1988 MICHEAL JACKSON YAZZ
1989 ROGER CHRISTIAN MADONNA
1990 ROGER CHRISTIAN N/A
1991 SEAL MADONNA
1992 MICHEAL JACKSON MADONNA
1993 TERENCE TRENT D’ARBY MADONNA
1994 TERENCE TRENT D’ARBY N/A
1995 SEAL SHERYL CROW
1996 RICKY ROSS SHERYL CROW
1997 GARRY CHRISTIAN SHERYL CROW
1998 LENNY KRAVITZ SHERYL CROW
1999 JOSE PADILLA MACY GRAY
2000 EMINEM MADONNA
2001 N/A MACY GRAY
2002 EMINEM SHERYL CROW
2003 SOLOMON BURKE NORAH JONES
2004 GARRY CHRISTIAN NORAH JONES
2005 SOLOMON BURKE SHERYL CROW
2006 SOLOMON BURKE
2007 SEASICK STEVE NORAH JONES
2008 HENRY PRIESTMAN SHERYL CROW
2009 JUST JACK IMELDA MAY
2010 SOLOMON BURKE SHERYL CROW
2011 NOEL GALLAGHER & HIGH FLYING BIRDS BEVERLEY KNIGHT
2012 BILL FAY NORAH JONES
BEST NEWCOMER
1988 DEACON BLUE
1989 SOUL II SOUL
1990 LONDONBEAT
1991 THE FARM
1992 EN VOUGE
1993 STEREO MC’S
1994 THE GRID
1995 SHERYL CROW
1996 RICKY ROSS
1997 FINLAY QUAYE
1998 KAREN RAMIREZ
1999 JOSE PADILLA
2000 EMINEM
2001 XXXXXXXXXXXXX
2002 ROLAND GIFT
2003 SOLOMON BURKE (NEW TO ME) 
2004 DR JOHN (NEW TO ME)
2005 JOHN LEGEND
2006 JEGSY DODD
2007 SEASICK STEVE
2008 ROISIN MURPHY
2009 IMELDA MAY
2010 JESSE DEE 
2011 LONDON AFROBEAT COLLECTIVE
2012 THE DESTROYERS

So down with the kids and rap with a capital C takes best album and its a great film as well. Eternal favourites The Christians and The Pet Shop Boys release albums but for the first time don’t  get a sniff of an award. So just a year now until the 25th anniversary of “The Fay’s” I am off to grow up and go to Krakow. I say grow up only a little bit for two days on the ale.

Brit awards trophy

Peace

Fay x x x x

Man on the moon and update rage.

So this week has been a tough one. First a bout of manflu for me which as we know is severe and up there with being stranded in the outback for a few days (topical gag lost if you read this in 4 years time) After world peace, food and water for all a cure for manflu would be my third wish for mankind. So severe was this bout of manflu was that I was off work sick for two days. No work no pay and being a proper mingebag my sick thresholds are very high these days. I knew things were not right as both on Friday and Saturday night I felt no urge to have a drink in the house and was in bed for 8pm both nights. Still sneezing and sniffing this evening but for strictly medicinal purposes only I have just cracked open a Desperado. So added to the pain of manflu the youngest (10 months) Holly was sick with an infection as well. This meant about 3 hours broken sleep a night and all in all come Friday I was done in. With a trip to Poland next week Weds-Fri I threw off the mingebag shackles even more and have now taken the whole week off. This sent a shockwave bigger than a Russian meteorite through the family as normally I only have one week off a year and a forced week at chrimbo. Lets just say the last two years weeks of have resulted in the death of a family member. Nothing to do with me, just seems my family have a fondness for popping their clogs on my rare week off. To be kind to work ( I am that kind of guy ) I worked a full day on Saturday despite the manflu. I worked out that it was the first full Saturday I had worked since I was a manager of a Ladbrokes betting shop in 2001. I aim to make it another 12 years before I do one. Even now all these years later it’s great to be off on a Saturday and Sunday and I feel the pain of anybody who has to work Saturdays and even worse if you have to face customers. Anyways not very nice to see little ones sick and I am happy to report she is now back to full fitness pressing all the buttons on my surround sound system and sky box as well as attempting to dismantle the speakers. The Apple TV is OK for now but needed and update today and made me realise that modern life is now littered with fookin updates. Even the TV updates now. The king of bastard updates has got to be the playstation 3. Every time I turn the thing on and play it needs a bastard update. Being a gedget nerd like myself I have no doubt that in my life I will end up losing a week of it to bloody updates. For some reason I just cant update and walk away I have to sit there checking if the bar is moving. Some updates even have you off with preparing for update, update then installing the fucker. Why not just have one update bar and then we know where we are instead of having three parts. Come to think of it after installing some even have a 4th part “finalising” Any way I am turning red here with update rage and must go and update myself with another Desperado.

So Sunday morning I took Holly, Elizabeth and her mate Emily down for a lovely early Sunday morning stroll down Otterspool Park and prom. I also took my new camera for an outing as I wanted to test my new super duper zoom lens which will enable me to get more blimps on the beach when we go on holiday. Sorry I mean some lovely scenic beach shots capturing the warmth and fun of our holiday. I was impressed with the zoom and quality of photo. So coming home from bargain booze I specked that there was a clear night and a decent half-moon. Apart from standing out in the middle of the street like a proper tit the best way to capture this moon would be from one of Elizabeth’s loft windows. I had to do this from inside the room with the window open. Why ? Well we live in back to back terraced houses and I thought it might not be the best idea to be caught poking a super size zoom lens out of a loft window looking at the houses opposite when its dark at 7pm in the evening. I find a sneaky iphone picture does the trick just as well (Joke, honest) So Elizabeth was holding the loft window wide open and I was doing my best to stay in the bedroom and get a shot as not to be seen. I snapped the moon and was impressed that you could see some detail with the zoom at full. But then I zoomed in on the picture and being of such mega pixels I was astonished at the detail bearing in mind this was just a quick sneaky shot out of the loft.

Aigburth moon

So the nerd in me is now awaiting the next full moon and even thinking of venturing into long exposure shots of the international space station. Hopefully get more into this photography lark over the next few months, well I need to because the camera cost a small fortune. So The countdown is on for Krakow 2013 on Wednesday. I will sneak a quick blog in before I leave and then on my return will be posting another in the famous series “A cultural review of…….” One final thought for the night “Give a man a gun he can rob a bank. Give a man a bank and he can rob the world “

Peace

Fay x x x x

Is the Pope a catholic ?

So whilst off work on Monday with the very serious condition of manflu the news was breaking that Pope Benedict XVI was giving up his position as top dog of the catholic movement.  I must admit when Pope John Paul II died I was fascinated by the procedure that was involved in naming a new pope as I had never seen it before and it was guaranteed that in this 24 hour news age we live in we wouldn’t miss a thing. So after watching it all and waiting for the white smoke we were told that Pope Benedict it was going to be. Having visited to Rome as part of my honeymoon and visited The Vatican I realised that the Pope John Paul II fridge magnet I bought my mum would need to be replaced. Yes ebay never lets you down and very soon my parents fridge was now having what must have been one of the worlds earliest Pope Benedict XVI fridge magnets. All this was of course tongue in cheek as my mum was a Protestant but indeed my dad was brought up a catholic. Back in the day it was a bit of a fuss for my mum and dad to get married so much that my dads catholic parents were not going to attend. In the end they did and my grandad would have been gritting his teeth such was the bastard catholic he was. My nan would have wanted to go but would have been following orders from Patrick Fay. She eventually done a runner from him in her 60’s but not before her life had been wasted and ruined by him. He once twatted my dad as he had come home pissed after the orange lodge had a bit of a party on Sefton Park. My grandad shouted at my dad “You have been drinking unholy beer” to which my dad replied “no it wasnt it was Tetley’s” cue a hiding for my dad. Not the fact we was about 14 coming in pissed the fact that it was unholy beer !! Well lets not let one cunt of a catholic spoil it for the rest of them. I say them as I haven’t been christened. I watched the pope read his resignation speech in Latin surrounded by his boys, sorry men, boys is a bit of a touchy subject there. Of course Latin wasn’t on offer at Calderstones school when I went. But now armed with a translator on my iphone whatever country I am now in I can order “a plain hamburger please just the burger and the bun” This last worked very successfully in Poland . So in case I am ever in Latin Burger King I can use the phrase “Possum, Campum hamburger placent. Istus burger et crustulum” Would have thought Latin would have a better word for hamburger.

Pope Benedict

So back to the resignation speech and the ceremony and people in costume instantly makes me think of witchcraft. I went to a good catholic wedding last year and the ritual of that also reminded me of witchcraft. Especially the bit going off to the special wine cupboard and getting out this special wine and blessing it and all of that stuff. I know religion is not for me and I don’t mind people who believe in it and pray but the ritual and ceremony over all this papal stuff strikes me as a form of brainwashing. To actually go down that route and end up in the vatican in a striking red robe, those hats and the symbols is all very dodgy for me. But good news (well sort off) according to the prophesy of the popes attributed to St Malachy (more witchcraft) the end is near. The Prophecy of the Popes, attributed to Saint Malachy, is a list of 112 short phrases in Latin. They purport to describe each of the Roman Catholic popes (along with a few anti-popes), beginning with Pope Celestine II (elected in 1143) and concluding with current pope Benedict XVI’s successor, a pope described in the prophecy as “Peter the Roman”, whose pontificate will end in the destruction of the city of Rome. Now the latest odds on Pope betting from Paddy Power (a phrase that would have been unheard of not so long ago) has Cardinal Peter Turkson from Ghana as 4/1 joint second favourite. Now we all know this prophecy is bullshit but lets look at the last two popes. Number 110 had Malachy see the phrase “De labore solis”  From the labour of the sun and Pope John Paul II  was born (18 May 1920) on the day of a solar eclipse and entombed (Friday April 8, 2005) on the day of a solar eclipse. Our current Pope Benedict XVI was the phrase “Gloria olivæ.” Glory of the olive. Joseph Ratzinger chose the regnal name Benedict after St Benedict of Nursia, founder of the Benedictine Order. The order’s crest contains an olive branch. Got you thinking now eh !!

Well I am a traditionalist and like my popes to die so and not too happy with Benedict. I fondly remember chasing Pope John Paul in his pope mobile down Aigburth road on my BMX. Now with Benedict retiring I will not have this chance to keep up this papal tradition of mine. Seeing more footage of the pope showing his deteriorating state was him being pushed in St Paul’s by guards that looked like the emperors guards of Star Wars now this along with like prophecy can only mean one thing if Peter from Ghana gets the gig and the dark lord rises and Rome burns we can see it illustrated below. But may your god whoever he is go with you.

Darth Pope

Peace (and amen)

My man flu is getting better, its a miracle !!!

Fay x x x x

A Desperado half marathon

So I have only gone and done it. With a bottle of Desperado in my hand (Yes I am back on them after a 25 day break) I have formally entered the Liverpool half marathon on Sunday March 17th. With sausage rolls for tea (bought by Mrs Fay) and a Desperado for supper the training doesn’t seem to be of the greatest nutritional value yet. But I have been for a few runs this year and am at the 6 mile level. The furthest I have ever ran is 10 miles which I completed last August and funny enough that was the lightest in weight (I use the term light loosely) I have been for a bit. It was all downhill after that when we moved house and then my old man popped his clogs sending me into a 3 month spiral of Desperado’s and munchies which I am only just climbing out of (a good excuse) So I have drawn up a plan of attack which starts with 7 miles tomorrow building up to around 13 a week before the big race and then a relaxed few easy runs before race day. I expect you all to be lining the route with Desperado’s and sausage rolls if I need them and if I don’t I sure as will need them at the finish line. The bigger picture is to do the Liverpool marathon which is in October. I want to do a marathon when I am 40 to match the challenge thrown down by my dad. With 40th birthday plans being arranged for September it will be a decision between celebrations or the Liverpool marathon. If I elect to go for celebrations (Berlin being touted at the moment) then I still have 11 months to nail a marathon. All this unfortunately will be governed by work commitments at the time but the aim is to do one.

So keeping on the theme of endurance athletics last Saturday was the 13th playing of what is now called “The Eileen Roper memorial trophy” also know as our lads darts world championship which was first played when I lived with my nan and the trophy was named after her for putting up with all of us in the early years of the tournament, knocking at the door all the time, being pissed, making a lot of noise and not putting her toilet seat down. To cut a long story short I reached the final against current holder Kevin Nagberi. Well best of five sets it went down to the last leg of the last set and from what I recall we were both on a double (The Desperado’s were kicking in by then) and alas Kevin nailed the double to retain the crown and become only the second ever player to retain the title after a certain Neil George Fay.

So this week has sen the announcement of a high-speed railway that will be completed by the time I am 60. No chance of a free high speed two rail pass as the retirement age will be about 75 by then !!! Need to lengthen this blog out so scouring todays news I came across this, not literally but men who donate sperm can apply to seek a role in the lives of their biological children, the High Court has ruled. The decision could have implications for families using donated sperm and donors, who have no legal role as parents of their biological child. Mr Justice Baker ruled that two men, whose sperm was used by lesbian couples they were friends with, could apply through the courts for contact. Now like most men I have donated a lot of sperm whilst watching Lesbianism. Oh christ that’s not what is says above does it ? On that bombshell that’s it for now. I am in the training zone time for another Desperado Lucozade.

Desperado beer

Peace

Fay x x x x