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 […]Read More Benalmadena, LIMF and the plague.
So Thursday and no reported serious crime in the hood and The Aiggy Vale Crips have still managed to keep hold of the subway (See previous blog) todays “breaking news” was Cliff Richard. For legal reasons I have to be careful what I say on here just in case Cliff and his lawyers are reading. […]Read More Paint the whole world with a Cliff Rainbow.
So two years ago we lived in the leafy suburb of Garston with a lovely semi detached house with garden on the site of the old Speke Road tenements. September 2012 and we moved to a terraced house and back yard in the hood now more commonly known as Aigburth. First up it was drugs […]Read More The Ghetto that is Aigburth
So Saturday morning and time to head off to Old Trafford for day three of the 4th Investec test match England v India. Armed with a traditional cricket packed lunch with yes you guessed it sausage rolls it was onto the M62 we go. The weather gods had been kind to us and the sun […]Read More I don’t like cricket, oh no, I love it.
So at a very late call due to some hassle from the kids and also hanging fire for the weather we decided to use our posh Glastonbury tent we bought for future family camping and book a weekend camping. We were booked to go on a meal on the Saturday night but cancelled (Which with […]Read More Carry on camping (The Fay’s go camping)