29th May 1985 vs 2019

29th May 1985. I was 12. I had rushed home from senior school and changed into my European Cup t-shirt had my LFC sweatbands on and a trusty Liverpool hat. I would have then got my sponge footy out and then played the European Cup final in my back garden ensuring that Liverpool came out victorious. It was then time to have tea on the patio which was sausages roll, chips and beans and it would have been that last hour before the match coverage was due to start on the television that seemed to last an eternity. I remember the match being delayed and then seeing some footage. I knew that people had died but its something a 12 year old mind cant get his head around and amazingly the match went ahead. I remember being a bit down that Liverpool didn’t win. A dodgy penalty but in reality it mattered not one fucking bit. Fast forward to 29th May 2018 now age 43 and the whole horror of that night I fully understand. My thoughts are with the families involved and not much more needs to be said around the dark stain on Liverpools history. 39 lives wasted, many many more affected as the memorial stone says “In memoria e Amicizia”

29th May 2018 and with the weather still nice I finished work early and went for a nice walk around Sefton Park. After listening to one general sports podcast and three footballs podcasts there wasn’t much more to say over Saturdays final and as the opening paragraph of this blog shows it is after all only a game. Anyway walking around the lake in Sevvy Park there were two fella’s about 50 who were sitting off on the grass bank overlooking the lake. Fella 1 “40 years I have known yer” Fella 2 ” I don’t do selfies” Fella 1 ” Come on la” and then takes a photograph Fella 2 “Giz a look. Told you I don’t do selfies its shite” It’s great walking around Sefton Park in the sunshine. It is however mad that I do not remember any summers from my younger days. I just remember life was clubbing Thursday to Saturday. Bed on Sunday after the final sit off finished. Come Wednesday I was back alive and all ready get back on on Thursday night. Now I appreciate a lovely sunny day walking in one of the greatest parks in the world. With age comes wisdom. I do remember a day in Sevvy Park back in 1990 when I ripped my beloved Soul II Soul t-shirt climbing down from a tree. 1990 the start of it all now an amazing 28 years ago. In 28 years time I will be 72 !! I will be made up just to have the ability to walk around Sevvy Park but on the plus side my Soul II Soul t-shirt wont be getting ripped. Thats assuming I am still here.

So the sights were out in Sefton Park and just the you think one of the “lids” having his hands down his black trackie bottoms is bad then today in the glorious sunshine of Sefton Park a “lid” was pulling off the same hand trick but down his shorts with his top off. That was bordering being a sexual offence ! Speaking of sexual offenders once I reached Aigburth Vale a young scally got off the 60 bus and asked “Excuse me do you know where the fair is” (Nice manners though) I replied “Do I fucking look like a nonce” of course I didn’t I gave him detailed route and told him it was about 15 mins away. A mad memory of a fair came flooding back to me and I think it was one in Carlisle and “London Nights” by The London Boys was blaring out. It was one of my first tastes of freedom and I thought I had arrived and to be honest finding the music of The London Boys I probably had. Sadly The London Boys are no longer with us after dying in a car crash in 1996 and I confess to having their album on cassette in the loft. Haven’t quite got around to getting it on vinyl yet.


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GDPR harassment and a blackout in my house at last

So last Sunday was the last of my marathon trilogy. Well that was until I got ill on the Bank Holiday (7th May) thus causing me to downgrade to the Liverpool RnR Half marathon. That in itself was the hardest half marathon I have done and I am still the proud owner of an 0898 number husky style voice though any sickness sympathy from Mrs Fay was soon reduced to zero. With two miles to go I wanted to stop running having never had this before in a half (Normally have a strong finish in me) I put it down to illness and that with all the running this year my body was telling me “Time to give it a rest piearse” There will be a separate blog when my just giving pages closes in early June with the final total etc and I will go in and visit the school I am raising money for.

As I type this I have received another email on my ymail account that I always use when buying stuff etc to leave my other email account free of shite. Well its all in the name of GDPR (General Data Protection Regulation) so instead of getting a weekly email from The Linen Cupboard (I have neither bought linen or a cupboard never mind a cupboard specifically for linen) I am now getting one email a day of the bastards. With my secondary email normally getting quite a lot of rubbish the ironic thing is that with this GDPR I am getting more shite emails than ever. Its like a torture tempting me just to remain on their mailing list just to stop my phone (and also watch) from buzzing away. So whilst I have started to write this blog and we enter the final hours of GDPR I have email from Betway, Live Nation, Hot Water Comedy Club, Build A Bear, Sphero and Readers Wives. Oh Ok I resubscribed to the readers wives one !! Luckily none of my children have replied to their GDPR emails meaning that there will no no further contact with them. I have also not replied to the one Mrs Fay sent me. So once this final torture is out of the way I expect my emails to calm down (Apart from readers wives) yeah like that will really happen.

All eyes to Saturday and The Champions League final. This time around I had no intention of going as it was such a pain in the arse place to get to and being a full on part timer now the golden ticket hunt would have been just as hard. But the fans will make it there even if their flights get cancelled which is what has happened to three flights today. Now some cruel Evertonain’s where laughing away on Twitter which I thought was bang out of order. But then I remembered the time when Mrs Fay and her mates had been going on for ages on how they were going to see Robbie Williams in a lovely small venue in Paris. On and on they went and the eventually left by coach to head to the gig. Anyway by the time they had got to Dover Blobby Williams had called a sickie and the gig was off. Oh how me and my mate chuckled via text as his wife had been going on and on about it as well. So yeah I am just as bad as the Evertonian’s amused at the misfortune of some Liverpool fans.

After 5 years and 9 months we finally have curtains in the bedroom. It has been that long that the original orange street light bang outside the window on my side of the bed (Mrs Fay sleeps by the door to protect me) had been changed for a white one. With the sun now blazing in around 5am I have found myself waking early along with getting to that age when you have had a bevy and you cant make it through the night without having to get up for a piss. Oh the joys of the 40’s. I cant wait for the 50’s and a finger up my bum and piss pot by my bed !! So last night I went to bed in darkness. It was that dark that Mrs Fay couldn’t even see me so she can pretend I am Robbie Williams now. Anyway I had that good a night sleep I slept in until my final alarm went off at 7.30am. I have normally started work by 7am in recent weeks. So the blackout curtains might not be good for my flexi time but sleeping like a baby was great.

So another email from Betway received and a new one from The free postcode lottery !! On the plus side confirmation I am still on the readers wives mailing list. Now to retire to my newly darkened bedroom and too much information already typed here.


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Proof reading this (I still let loads slip through) The Entertainer and Clearscore have emailed me. Just make this stop aghhhhhhhhh

Emoji’s and Ketwig Of The Year

So local elections this week and I had a bit of spare time on my hand and thought I better put my money were my mouth was and instead of sounding off on Twitter actually do something. So I volunteered to deliver some leaflets for Labour in the Liverpool ward of St Michaels and ended up having a nice walk off the streets of Lark Lane. Now I do love a good election and election coverage so lied down on my bed to watch the Arsenal game and fell asleep by 8.20pm. All this running must be catching up on me and two weeks tomorrow will be the last bastard 3rd marathon of my trilogy. Staying with politics an also trilogies (The links are seamless here you know) and it was May the 4th yesterday AKA Star Wars day for those people with a speech impediment. Gary Barlow proudly posted a picture of himself when he played a rebel x-wng fighter. Barlow a well known Tory tax dodger was obviously testing my jedi training. Having lost over two stone since January I had to give up the Jabba The Hutt role and seeing this picture was bringing out the dark side in me. All I could think abut was Darth May and fearing what will happen if she stays in power. As well all know “Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate and hate leads to suffering” and boy have we suffered !

Having missed the live election coverage on Sky News I caught up with it all the next morning and there were no major headlines to report. In fact the only thing to report was the reporting. Sky had invested big in their on screen graphics and decided to use emoji’s. I mean what the actual fuck. Are people incapable of reading numbers now for results ? I wonder if there was the same fuss made by my dad when the old “Swingometer” was brought in years ago ? Anyway I hope Sky News keep there emoji’s for their Royal Wedding coverage and have an angry face and a few poo emoji’s on the go.


Certain adverts stick in your mind and I spent yesterday singing the chorus to a song. I need to start playing the postcode lottery so that when some Z list celeb knocks at my door to tell me I have won I can say “Claire were off to Ibiza” and then do a side foot jump in the air whilst holding an oversized cheque. “Someone knocking at the door, somebody ringing a bell, someone’s knocking at the door, somebody’s ringing the bell (Who is it ? A Lib Dem candidate) Do me a favour, open the door and tell them to do one”

In my best Trevor McDonald voice “And finally” Yesterday at Liverpool Crown Court Phil Spector’s grandson Joshua Byrne age 19 from Kirkby was jailed for smuggling drugs. Police had to book £2500 worth of overtime to conduct an extra search in Bryne’s hair. Byrne who had recently won the Ketwig of the year award for 2017 also had to give up a family of sparrows nesting in his hair. Can you just imagine being off yer head and phoning out for some extra gear at 5am on a Sunday morning and he turns up with that barnet. It would be enough for you to think you know what I am seeing strange hair on people I think its time to take it easy and “just say no” and go home. It’s been a cracking weekend Jim but I think I will take the money and let somebody else have a go.

My running season continues and today was The Liverpool Spring 5k been in the form of my life I was attacking a Personal Best and started like a pro about 4 deep from the start line. Anyway I got around in 23:20 gun time and a respectable 62nd out of 1202. Now I am classed as a veteran (Male age 40-44) I came 6th in my class out of 56. But I earned my first gold medal as when I collected my XL post race tshirt I asked the lady was I first to finish in the XL size and she said yes. Champion of the fatties. That will do me and the worst thing about it is that the XL still doesn’t fit me ha ha. Time for a post race beer and early night as I go for a sub 50min 10 tomorrow in The Liverpool Spring 10k.


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