Exclusive inside the old Otterspool cafe.

Just a short blog tonight as I just want to get the pictures out there. The other day I spotted the old Otterspool cafe had been broken into. First time I had ever seen this and I always thought how amazing it was this place hadn’t been wrecked. Sadly it might now. So tonight whilst walking the dog I popped in with my iPhone to take some pictures. Didn’t venture too far in as the dog wasn’t keen and I was wary the building could be laced with asbestos ? As a kid I can only ever remember the cafe being open briefly but I do remember a series of “Why don’t you” being filmed in there back in the 80’s. Indeed a Facebook friend of mine was one of the kids in that series. The cafe itself is situated at the bottom of some steps where at the top once stood a mansion and also the old “Otters Pool” came in from the river filling the hollow of the current field. I am assuming the cafe was built in the 1950’s around the same time as the construction of the promenade ? Would love any extra info to be left in the comment section on this blog. Might pop down with my better camera and post some update pictures. Just hope it gets boarded back up and doesn’t end up in a pile of ashes. Strangely the old cafe is like an icon from my youth having spent many innocent and then not so innocent (Merrydown cider) days down there as a child ao I would be sad to see it wrecked

More info on Otterspool here http://www.roydenhistory.co.uk/mrlhp/local/otterspool/otters.htm

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There was a small side room I never made it into so will try next time I am done there but hopefully it will be boarded up. Below are some old pics I have taken in December 2010 of the cafe.

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Update 26.08.15

I did report this to the council last night and a local councillor had read my blog and said he would chase it up as his end. I popped down there on my lunch with my camera hoping the council had been super efficient but they had not. On the plus side I got inside and took more photo’s and ventured into the storage room at the back with either side had smaller rooms which I assume were toilets at some point. The old counter was still in the main room and behind that an old fridge. I took my daughter down for backup and also so one day she could tell her kid how her and grandad once went inside this building !! She didn’t venture too far is as she is 11 tomorrow and I think she was scared she might not see her birthday.  I thought I would take more external ones as if the building does bite the dust there is a record of it in its final days. Hopefully the council will get it made safe ASAP. New pictures posted below and again click on for a larger image.

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Peace

Fay x x x x x x x

 

A week of Cypriot sun

So we took the plunge and decided instead of Spain we would brave the longer flight to Cyprus with our 3 daughters aged 10, 7 and 3. All our faith was put in the power of the iPad to keep the bin lids amused. The last time I was in Cyrpus was over 10 years ago and my mate was DJ”ing in Ayia Napa. Lets just say that trip was memorable for me collapsing in the middle of the night in the bathroom, cracking my head open and being bandaged up like Terry Butcher and given a litre of water to drink. When you get messages like that from your body you must learn and listen to it. So I stayed in for one night and was back on it the night after !!!  Back to married with children Cyprus and the flight thankfully went without incident. We landed and got on our bus transfer. We ended up being the last five on it and were finally dropped off up what seemed a long dark road to the Avanti Village in Paphos. Hmmm nobody else staying there and what seemed like being dropped off in the middle of nowhere. My spider senses were not predicting good things. So we checked in and headed to our room and as requested it was on a ground floor (Only one floor above) I have a major phobia of balcony’s and children. Must be the tragic shadow of the Eric Clapton song from my younger years. So straight to the bar for a first holiday bevy and a pint of Keo lager. Next morning I was allowed to go for my daily walk under the guise of a “reckie” to see what was about but also a nice hour away from the kids ha ha. I stumbled across a few places to eat and drink nearby and found Paphos harbour and things we could do in the evening. The Avanti Village complex was superb with lots of families and also a pool not too deep so you could relax about the kids playing in there and also a play area but more importantly it accommodated 5 people in a room. It also had a lazy river for the little one to play in and also a bar area in the pool where it was all put on the room tab and who knows what the ice cream and Keo lager bill was for the week. I told Mrs Fay not to tell me. It was a lovely coastline to walk along and I even found the ancient Paphos Castle. Here is your culture folks It was originally built as a Byzantine fort to protect the harbour. It was then rebuilt by the Lusignans in the thirteenth century after being destroyed in the earthquake of 1222. In 1570 it was dismantled by the Venetians. After capturing the island, the Ottomans restored and strengthened it. Throughout the ages it has seen many uses. It has served as a fortress, a prison and even a warehouse for salt during the British occupation of the island. More recently the castle serves as a backdrop to the annual open air Paphos cultural festival which takes place in September.

Paphos coast Paphos castle

 

Enough of that eh so first up the annual spending of far too much money on inflatable objects, buckets and spades and water guns etc. Ahh well it’s the holiday kids you go and enjoy yourself in the pool and leave your auld man in peace to drink his Keo. We eat out every night and a big well done to Cyprus for sorting fussy arses (me) plain burger and chips out every time without any hassle. Being in Cyprus there were non of our traditional Jamon Ruffle crisps and instead snack of the holiday was Lacta Oreo chocolate. I pushed the boat out one night and went all Del Boy and had an Oreo cocktail. It was nice but one was enough. I managed to catch some footy though ditched the Liverpool game after half time so the kids could go back the apartments and meet the friends they had met. Elizabeth (10) met a friend called Kate who’s mum and dad were from Knotty Ash and we had the odd bevy with them. Kate and Elizabeth ended up inseparable at times ! We also met another scouse couple who my missus used to work with one of them and Charlotte (7) made a friend from down south called Alice.

Paphos beach hut view

So to get some brownie points back to get to watch some footy I would take the kids for a walk to see some culture. I took Holly to see The Pegasus pub and Charlotte to the Crocodile pub. What finer pieces of Cypriot culture to drink an ice cold apple juice. Whilst enjoying the culture Holly said to me “Drink Faster” about my pint of Keo “Want me to do it in one” I replied ‘Yes Daddy” was the answer. Mid holiday and it was the trundle of cases going home but thankfully we had a few days left. Not long after was the trundle of “Fresh fish” coming in and a game of spot the white person could be played the next day before they turned bright red by evening. Cyprus is one hot place. Unlike Spain where I think you get a gradual warming up in the morning to peak temperatures Cyprus seemed to be heat overload from when you got up to around 5pm when the heat was lovely until sunset. Sadly in the indoor pool Elizabeth’s friend Kate ended up chipping her tooth in some kind of accident with a boy. I was awaiting a good old scouse kick off from her parents but just words were said and the apartment owners were spot on in paying for a taxi to and from the dentist and Kate was soon back with a hollywood smile and thankfully no major damage but that was the end of playing in the indoor pool for the kids.

Paphos Cypriot church

So whilst watching the Man City v Chelsea game I went off in search of new pubs and one called The Flintstone pub. I took the family there later on and much to my astonishment my kids did not have a clue who The Flinstones were !!! So me and Elizabeth donned some Flintstone masks whilst in there. Couldn’t suss the free wifi in there but they did had salted snacks, very tasty they were with a guaranteed 10% worth of pissy fingers on them but mmmmmmmmm. There were lots of stray cats about and the kids had named them all. On our last night and finishing any Keo we had in the fridge me and the missus sat on the veranda as the kids fell fast asleep with the aid of trance like iPads. Then something happened that has not happened to me for many a year. On the seat next to me some strange pussy plonked its arse down next to me. Being married and Mrs Fay being present I smiled back at the strange pussy !

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So that was that a horrendous night flight home for me as I was in a single seat on my own and no chance of sleeping with my 6ft 3 frame and the woman next to me who when the cabin lights dimmed had the world record breaking brightest kindle that was so fucking bright when she was in Paphos the international space station could see it. Back home at 4am (6am Cypriot time) it was the drive home from Manchester airport and the orgasmic feeling of your own bed and some sleep after being up for 21 hours. A nice lie in on Thursday and then the shocking news that whilst away my bathroom scales had broken as when I stood on them it spoke back to me “one at a time please” and had some strange high numbers never seen before. Ahh well start Monday !!

A lovely week in Cyrpus and some lovely family time seeing the kids have so much fun and Mrs Fay managing to read a few books and laze about. Me I just had my daily walk and eat hamburgers and chips and drank Keo. Would deffo go back to the Avanti Village in 2017 but 2016 could possibly be another holiday with the in-laws.

Peace

Fay x x x x x x x

I am officially Victor Meldrew oh and a member of the Labour party.

So the other Sunday it was brought to my attention an interview by Ms Emma Barnett on her show “Five Live Hitlist” never have I heard such shite on Radio Five. Anyway over the years I have been slowly morphing into my late dad and was only a few things away from being a fully fledged Victor Meldrew. I am already saying “Turn the lights of its like Blackpool illuminations on here” “Turn that music down” and “Stop banging the doors” a few phrases I can associate with my auld man. I missed a trick at Glastonbury as I could have gone to watch Kanye Kenny West and said “This is rap with a capital C !! ” Back to Radio five the biased voice of the left / the mouthpiece of right wing Tory Britain (Delete as appropriate) Such was my moral outrage that I decided to send in a complaint to the BBC, oh how I laughed at the bastards who moaned about Russell Brand and “Sachsgate” all those years ago. Here I was nearly a fully formed Meldrew joining the same boat as the moaning masses.

Below is my complaint

YOUR COMPLAINT:

Complaint Summary: Very poor tone of question

Full Complaint: The question “enough of the nice stuff you and Jeremy broke up” was asked to Jeremy Corbyn’s ex wife. What kind of gutter question is this ? By the tone of questions asked by Emma Barnett she was just after dirt/gossip on Mr Corbyn. The ex wife did not play ball with the line of questioning which was of a very poor standard. To think this is meant to be a light hearted look at the big stories of the week which ended up as an unsuccessful attack from a dubious angle on Mr Corbyn. Ms Barnett even stated “you talk about his obsessiveness” which she was then corrected about and obsessiveness was never mentioned in the short interview. “Are you still friendly with him” was the last question. Again just digging for dirt. The worst thing I have ever heard on five live and most my first and hopefully my only complaint I will have to send in about the station.

 

So as you can see Barnett wanted his ex wife to say something along the lines of “Jeremy was a cunt, he was shit in bed , he has serious body odour and his loony left ideologies will be disastrous for this country at a time of the great Conservative renaissance” So what would I get back from the BBC. I wasn’t expecting much

Dear Mr Fay

Thank you for your comments about the 5 live Hit List.

I understand you’re unhappy with the interview of Jeremy Corbyn’s ex wife.

While we appreciate your unhappiness at the line of Emma’s questioning to Jane Chapman, this interview was intended to gain some insight to Jeremy Corbyn’s personality as a potential Labour Leader.

While some of the questions were probing, they were not designed as an attack on his character and we’re sorry that you felt this was the case.

However your comments about the overall tone of the interview have been fed back to the production team, and we accept your point about “obsessiveness” being a mis-quote of the guest which was quickly corrected.

We hope you will continue to listen to 5 live in the future.

I hope this response has eased your concerns and it should be noted your feedback is very important to us. As such I have placed your concerns on an overnight report which is a document that is made available to senior staff, programme editors and news teams across the BBC.

Audience feedback helps to guide us and allows us to find congruence between our output and audience expectations. It also means your comments can be seen quickly and can be consulted in future broadcasting and policy decisions.

Thanks once again for getting in touch.

Kind regards

Sean Lonergan

Right get rid of that license fee, its all bollocks. It’s just mouthpiece of the Tory Government. Hang on a minute. I love the BBC. I listen to several of their podcasts and to five live. I am always on the BBC web site. I love to have a bevy and shout at the TV when Question Time is on (Though why won’t you let me be in the audience, running scared ??) I even watch some of their TV output and nobody does a sports montage better than the BBC. So whilst I have no problems with “probing” questions was this just a case of Barnett being out of order or just the general media “angle” being created towards Jeremy Corbyn. Well one thing is for sure I was just one more task away from becoming a fully fledged old moaning get and earning my Meldrew stripes. I needed to join a political party.

As if by magic a party membership form appeared all be it an online one. It was time to join the Labour party. My late dad would be spinning in his grave, well in his urn which is located in my sisters garden next to my nan and mum !! Must cheer my “brother in law” up no ends every time he has a bevy in the garden he knows there is a collection of Fay/Roper’s just over there. The thing is “pops” I have joined the Labour party not just to join “Tory lite” as you described it but as the last chance we might have to salvage the Labour Party as we knew it. Yes it will split the party down the middle. It will most probably consign us to another Tory government under Gideon. But it is the only hope we have. The short term pain might be worth the long term gain (Rap with a capital C there) There is an under current gathering being Corbyn despite what seems like everybody else putting up the barricades against him. The youth of today have no hope, a lost generation awaits. Its lost no matter who is in charge Tory or New Labour it matters not. With politics becoming more fragmented with the rise of UKIP and other parties maybe there is a chance and the voice of many might get to be heard. If it all fucks up and the tories dominate at least we went down fighting and fighting the right way. My late dad had me delivering election leaflets around the streets of Aigburth in the early 1980’s. Who knows I might have my kids doing it during the late 2010’s. My shiny new membership card has come and I thought it was only right to place it under my late dads spitting image puppet of Margaret Hilda Thatcher which is now proudly on my office wall. It was in my dads toilet, I can only imagine so that every time he had a dump he could smile that she was no longer in power. As you can see time hasn’t been kind to Maggie and she is rotting away, a bit like the real Thatcher now though the puppet rots away in my office and not in hell like the late Baroness.

 

Margaret Thatcher Spitting image puppet and Labour membership card

 

So no mention of Ted Heath or ‘Our Cilla” well there is only so much Meldrew inside me at the moment having now graduated from The Victor Meldrew university at the age of nearly 42.

Peace and Love comrades ;0)

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