So the first blog for ages. Themed around Progress and no its not a blog on the sixth studio album from Take that featuring all five of the band including that Tory tax dodging twat Barlow, the fat dancer and three other plebs Mrs Fay quite enjoys going to see ?? Don’t know why there has been a blog drought. Maybe my createtive juices had dried up and maybe I was spending all my spare time saying profanities at the television whilst playing new games Grand Turismo Sport a racing car simulation and Super Mario Odyssey. Never mind your violent 18 games Grand Theft Auto that little fucker Mario is enough to make you swear when you fall off a ledge right near the end of a level and you have to go back to the start. Since the last blog Everton have lost their manger and made little progress on getting a new one though now Robert Mugabe is free maybe its time to make their move.
So “Progress” The Good : Having been to see a specialist I was given the green light to start the long road of training to the 2018 London marathon. Things are going well and I will be up to 7 miles this week. My smaller runs have seen my mile times decrease and the next thing is to drop those excess pounds I put on during my period out injured for 3 months. At the age of 44 I already know that this will be harder than ever. I should be up to around 12 miles by chrimbo and then push on in 2018 for the hard work and the even harder work of staying off the ale until the race is completed. Still getting a niggle or two from my achilles and I have some physiotherapy scheduled for early December. So if that goes well expect a just giving page to be set up and I promise not to harass you all too much.
“Progress” The Bad : So walking the dogs on Monday up Sudley Field I noticed a group of people planting a lot of trees. I stopped and had a chat with the people and they were planting 420 trees of five various species to commemorate the war and hope to create a corridor of trees. How is this bad I hear you say. Give me a chance eh. The trees were each individually planted in a tube and they were very small trees. I remember back when I was about 8 there were a few larger saplings planted around the edge of the field and two in particular trees which were staked with thick wooden posts made the ideal space for a goal. The trees survived and over 35 years later are now only just small trees. This made me think that these even smaller saplings will take an age to grow and the cold hard fact hit me that I will not even get to see these trees mature to any level. That is the bad but future generations of Fay’s will get to see these 420 trees. Sad to report that by Wednesday afternoon a few of the trees were already bent due to what I assume was over playful dogs as the North Face Ket Wig ninja’s aren’t on the field now as its too muddy. I promise to be a custodian of these trees being up the field a lot and chase any scallies though to be honest they normally sit on the other side of the field smoking weed so will be in the not arsed state and the hike over the other side of the field will be too much when stoned. It was brought to my attention when I tweeted about these 420 trees being planted and the fact I would not see them grow into mature trees that 420 is in fact a code term form cannabis. Now unless I have got things wrong the several gentlemen all over 65 years of age who were planting the trees do not come across as drug dealers but again I will be keeping a special eye on these plants just incase they are of the “Four Twenty” variety.
As sent to me on Twitter “My heart is glad, my heart is high with sudden ecstasy. I have given back, before I die some thanks for every tree that dead men grew for me” Albert Camus
“Progress” The Ugly : Back in the day on Sudley Field when the 1980’s saplings were planted there were (and still are) several footy pitches on there. We often waited for the elderly man to place his string markers along the field and paint the white lines for the pitches and once the goals were up pounced in them for a quick game before Aigburth Peoples Hall came out to play. Traditional white lines created by an old skool line machine pushed by hand and everything was done to perfection well apart from that one time somebody mixed the lime potion wrong and the paint started bubbling due to some adverse chemical reaction. Today the lines on the pitch had been painted. Not by an expert line painter who had honed his craft over several years but by some fella driving a mini tractor. His line art was at best poor and its was a slap dash effort. The lines created are ugly enough but his mini tractor crated two tyre mark lines making the pitch look more like its just had a drag race on rather than it being delicately prepared for a football match. Sometimes despite technology it is better to do it the old way. Most probably down to austerity and tractor man can do the job of several experts who were each in charge of their own field/set of pitches. Progress eh !
“My heart is glad, the ache was in my back. For those lines I lovingly created until the dark are now replaced with a tractor and a skid mark” Neil George Fay
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