So I have promised that I will publish (Sounds grand that) at least one blog a week until the end of the year as amazingly people actually enjoy reading these things. So last weekend was “Operation Daddy bootcamp” otherwise know as Mrs Fay going away on the piss for a weekend. I started the weekends extravaganza by having a movie night with my daughters (Smurfs 2 in 3D for the record) and we had a lazy evening with loads of munchies. No different from a normal Friday night apart from this was to be a booze free weekend. Poor kids having to put up with just their old man all weekend never mind one that was trying to stay dry all weekend. Well all went well on the first night, well apart from being woken up about 1am with some crying. William Hills had Holly installed as evens favourite to interrupt my sleep though this time it was 2/1 outside Benny the puppy or as he might think his name is “Piss off” who woke me up. Saturday brought the challenge of the “ballet run” and with that public transport and not only public transport the bus which to put in booze terms must the “White Diamond cider” of the public transport network not that I was missing having a bevy of course by dropping in a grog reference. How bloody expensive is it to take my small clan on the bus though the only saving grace was the single decker 80 bus was pleasant enough. Oh how I reminisce back to the late 70’s waiting with what seemed like thousands of people outside British Home Stores on Lord Street waiting for an 82c to come. Then proudly sitting at the front of the bus pretending to be the driver before the entire top deck then decided to light up at once and the rest of the trip back to Aigburth Vale was spent in a fog of nicotine and then getting off to get me ma’s Sherry for the weekend,mmmmmm sherry. The final day of operation Daddy bootcamp and it was an 8.30am Sudley field reville call with the puppy. Well if I don’t sleep nobody sleeps (See below) We then after breakfast went to town where middle sprog did not know what St John’s was. Again I drift in a haze of late 70’s reminiscence walking into the actual market proper, baulking as we walked past the numerous butchers on my way to get some cheap jeans and a jarg Muppets top. Anyways my children of the new millennium wanted to go to Liverpool One so we went into the Disney store and like Jim Bowen from Bullseye could well have said “Let’s have a look at what you could of won” to them as they walked past numerous princess and Frozen items they had their eye on, but it’s ok your 50p pocket money you won earlier is safe. Next up was the equivalent of the water boarding interrogation and torture method of the shopping world. Yes build a bastard bear. Having just made it out of there with my sanity next up was a reprieve and the Lego shop. But such was my weakness after the build a bear episode the kids tactics of grinding daddy down from “We are not here to buy anything” in the Disney shop ended up with the kids proudly walking out of the Lego Shop armed with Lego Friends and Little Mermaid Lego and a giant Lego Desperados set for me , mmmmmmmm Desperados. So with Mrs Fay back home late Sunday afternoon the kids and more importantly me had survived time to crack open the ale, just one small problem I was that knackered after looking after the kids I was in bed for 8pm on Sunday night ha ha. The bad news for the kids is Mrs Fay is away on the ale again next weekend and the sequel “Daddy Bootcamp 2 this time it’s business” awaits.
Well this week seen our mighty Lord this is Lord Mayor Mr Joe Anderson find some dollar down the back of his couch and save the libraries which he might well of screwed off BTR from the running of the Santa Dash before he has to scurry into another backdown by giving it to Alder Hey. I am sure he will make a few bob selling off Sefton Park Meadows, Walton Hall Park and now the buildings that are home to The Kazimier and Cream. Hopefully they will survive but if Cream (Nation) does get flattened I wouldn’t mind getting a brick from the wall that supported me for long periods on a Saturday night in the 90’s (On the stage to the left looking from the dance floor) Also this week was Children In Need and the biggest comeback since errrrr dunno was performed by S Club 7. They have come a long way in 12 years since they split up, no not the band but Jo O’Meara’s boobs. In 12 more years time they will be that big that the European Space Agency will try and attempt to land a probe on them.
That was the week that was, no time to mention full on chrimbo lights and outdoor reindeers in a house on The Kelton estate by ours. Christmas eh, bah fucking humbug.
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