So it is a week since we landed from a lovely family holiday in Benalmadena. I had all good intentions to blog on that then for the Liverpool International Music Festival but alas I got sidetracked and then stuck down ! But here is a catch up in the life of ickle old me.
So Friday 15th August and an early start as we headed off to Speke Airport (Will always be that name to me) and a first family holiday of just the five of us on our own. Couldn’t of asked for everything to go any smoother until a hitch at the apartment meant our room was smaller than we thought we had booked. Oh well the kids were on the sofa bed and we would have to draw lots to see who was sleeping on the lilo ! As it happens the sofa bed was a massive double pull out bed and the three sprogs fitted on with space to spare. (Judith Chalmers mode alert) Benalmadena is situated on the Costa Del Sol and we stayed in The Sunset Beach Club which is very child friendly and a great complex to stay in and has a lot of Irish staying being Irish owned. There is a lovely promenade to walk along and a stunning marina with shops and bars and boat trips if you fancy that. Not far away each side are the resorts of Torremelinos which we got the bus to one night and walked home and the other side is Fuengirola to which again we got the bus to and went the water park there one day. Back to the Sunset Beach and there were also adult activities in the day and I was dying to have a go of the outdoor darts tournament but decided against it as I didn’t fancy necking the required six pints at 1pm in the afternoon to get me in my perfect relaxed darting zone. I noticed a wedding at the apartment and pictures were being taken of the guests on the bridge that separated the two large pools. Nice touch but fancy having a wedding and a beer at the outdoor bar and a seventeen stone me walks past in just a pair of pink Puma swimming shorts, full on moobs out and big hairy beer belly on show, with no doubt a few crumbs of Jamon Ruffle crisps embedded in the thatch. We love Jamon Ruffles on holiday and still you can’t get them here. Having earned some brownie points by keeping our three kids entertained in the day with swimming and watching them in the play area Mrs Fay let me out for a few beers on the Sunday to watch Liverpool’s first game of the season. I started off in the apartment bar and then onto another two pubs the last one a sports bar full of scousers. One fella was there with his two kids decked out in full Liverpool kits although he himself was an Evertonian. A Geordie asked him how come your two lads are Liverpool fans and your an Everton fan to which the bluenose replied “coz der grandads a terrorist” ha ha. The apartment had its own entertainment room with kids disco every night which promoted lots of “dad dancing” not from me, my moves are much better and an act for afterwards with the kids highlight being a jarg Adele singing one night. So a great holiday, great weather and some great family memories. Just a shame it’s another 12 months until the next one.
So coming home once again everything went like clockwork and the kids were good as gold aided by the armoury of iPad, 3DS and Playstation Vita and before I knew we were home. After a quick disco nap and how great to was to be back in my own bed we were still in holiday mode and heading off to the Liverpool International Music Festival (LIMF) for The Lightning Seeds and The Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra. It was busier than last years classical evening though I was putting that down to Liverpool’s own Lightning Seeds being on. The Phil entertained us to some classical classics and film scores before a break and then the main event. The Lightning Seeds did not disappoint and Ian Broudie was at home, literally as he lives around Sefton Park. “Pure” is The Lightning Seeds song of choice for me taking me back to my old bedroom as a teenager in Mossley Hill Road and I can remember taping it of Radio City to put it on one of my many home made cassette compilations which I ingenuously called “Now that’s what Fay calls music” Had a great night and carried a few cans under the buggy as you do, isn’t that what buggy’s are for ? Friday moment was when darkness had fell and the bright lights of the fairground could be seen a group of middle aged men came out of the toilets and gave a rendition of Simply Red’s “Fairground” and the night was rounded off with some fireworks to a cover of “Perfect Day” by Lou Read I spent the Saturday and Sunday over in the park watching bands across the four stages including Bird, Baltic Fleet, Lamp Scientists, By The Sea and a fella called Swindle who sadly only had a few people watching him but had a great mix of funk and Jazz with a very modern twist.
Sunday morning and a visit to church for a christening and I decided to glam up and put a suit on mostly because I am very casual, some might say scruffy or very smart and don’t have much in-between wardrobe wise. We walked up to Mossley Hill church and my first foray into a church for a good few years and then god struck and the wheel of the buggy fell off, or as it had become personal beer transporter with a seat for Holly built in. £50 plus straight out the arse pocket for a new one. Not happy enough with that Holly had caught a bug which was spreading to the rest of the family and I got it overnight Sunday which meant my last day off bank holiday monday when the highlight of the weekend at LIMF included The Tea Street Band and The Farm was spent in bed and on the toilet where there was a mighty battle between my arse and mouth to see who could expel most fluids in one day with the mouth winning on a points victory as I battled the plague. That rough twas I that I even had to take a day off sick on Tuesday adding to the break (No work mo pay here la) and the start of a mini recession in september awaits.
So it’s the big birthday week in the Fay household with Elizabeth turning 10 and Charlotte 7 and all the fun and games that brings. In one last proof that there isn’t a god a friend of Elizabeth found the missing buggy wheel on Woodlands Road (Must have fell off coming home from the park on Friday night) and the buggy is fixed and my bug has gone and I returned to work on Wednesday. Take that big fella what you got for me next ? On second thoughts thou shalt thank the lord for the giveth of the buggy wheel and not lead me into temptation on the Monday at LIMF by getting pissed watching boss bands but spend the day weeing out my bum. Amen.
Despite my best efforts my anti sickness/bug precautions on holiday did not protect me. Any Jamon Ruffles in that “Hoff” chest hair ? One last note as you came in the hotel there was a sign saying don’t pull it off if you aint the Hoff. Meaning get yer t-shirt on fatty your in the hotel now. I duly obliged and covered up.
Fay x x x x x x