The sun sets on Brexit day aka Friday

So at 11pm tonight that should have been that. What a week eh and my new favourite channel is The Parliament Channel. I have a story bout The Parliament Channel but I couldn’t possibly tell you on here but ask me if you ever see me !!

I dont think I have been watching too much Brexit stuff on the news but with Mrs Fay being out and also 2 out of my 3 sprogs and being on day 4 of yet another fitness campaign (No white bread or crisps so far) I was wavering on if I should have a bevy or not. Especially being off for a second Saturday on the run which is unheard of as I am such a money grabbing bastard. There was only one way to resolve the conundrum.

“The question is as is on the order paper”

“As many as there are who say Aye, on the contrary no”

“Division”

15 mins later after the votes were cast

“I can now announce the results of the shall Fay have a bevy motion

“Aye 631”

“No 3”

“The aye’s have it the aye’s have it, unlock”

And so it was time for a bevy and to watch Sky news try and make sense of the vote. The Breakdown of who voted “No” soon same through and for the record it was my liver, my waistline and The Member of Parliament for Islington North AKA Jeremy Corbyn because in this current shitstorm he seems to get blamed for everything anyway so might as well lump him in with the no voters.

The idea for the above was inspired by a tweet this week which went along the lines of “I haven’t been watching too much parliament channel but I have just told my children not to chunter from a sedentary position”

Anyway who knows whats happening. All back on Monday for more votes which no doubt will make the process non the clearer and I will have wasted another couple of hours glued to the news.

So having been for a 6.5 mile jog with Mrs Fay this morning we always like to finish a bit away from the house and have a warm down (walk) home and this time it was through the lovely Otterspool Park. On a bit of rusty old fence in front of us was a Robin. Mrs Fay said “Thats a sign of somebody you know” So I replied “It’s my mate John” There was an elongated reply of “No” and a look as if I was daft when the reply came ‘No somebody who is dead” Ahhh silly old me I should have known that. Must have been me ma.

Speaking of which I was walking the dogs before and bumped into a gang of fellow dog walkers I know. There was one lady who had the tell tale cap/bandana that signalled she was undergoing chemotherapy. My heart sank for her and I said hello to her. I had an instant flashback to my mum who sported such headwear on more occasions than I wish to remember. It’s 13 years since she died in a few weeks but its the random moments that still get you like a stake through the heart even after all that time.

So to finish on a positive note its the six music festival this weekend and I am going on the Saturday. Expect the standard blog of how everybody was great, I was pissed and got a chippy on the way home.

The sun now sets on Brexit day Friday (Well Sefton Park the other night)

Peace

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Brexit Party Postponed

So March 29th 2019 and 11pm. I was tempted to hire a venue, preferably an old warehouse type gaff and have a Brexit party. But a Brexit party with a difference. Both Brexiteers and Remainers would be welcome but all mention of Brexit would be banned. My mate who is a DJ would be spinning some boss retro choons and we get off our tits again like it was the early 90’s. Then just before 11pm the decks would spin to a halt and the 11 chimes of big ben would play out and on the 11th bong the screens would show some kind of weird Brexit soundbites montage for 1 minute then Fuck Brexit would come up and be repeated over the sound system and then the room would erupt into a mass of smoke, lasers and confetti cannons and a killer choon would be dropped. People dressed as Corbyn, May, Blair, Thatcher, Cameron and Farage would parade around on stilts dancing to the choon that had been dropped.  Now the big question is what would the choon be. To be honest I could pick a different choon every time I think about this but I am going with the one below as it builds to a crescendo and I look around and there are happy faces everywhere oblivious to the chaos that is about to happen in the outside world and as this track stops the people on stilts vanish and Brexit will be marked in a never to be forgotten way and “Rok Da House” by Taul Paul would be played and everything would be perfect.

Well that was the plan before this weeks shenanigans and now its buy one get one free as we have two possible dates for the Brexit Party. Maybot couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery and now we cant even have a decent party. Indeed the party might be delayed for even longer and then might not happen at all which would call for a bigger party. What a week but I don’t think I have ever felt so robbed of time that to sit glued to the TV for Maybot’s speech on Wednesday night. Jesus Christ I think I would rather watch an episode of X-Factor than watch the Maybot. The next speech I want to see of hers is her resigning and then to re-enact the famous leaving of 10 Downing Street Thatcher style with tears in her eye. The tears are of course solely for her just like Thatcher’s but that makes it the more sweeter to watch. I have called from day one that Brexit wont happen and I will stick to that prediction. Whilst I have got the crystal ball out I predict the following will happen.

There will be an election soon which Labour will narrowly win or form a coalition.

Corbyn will only serve one five year fixed parliament.

There will be a credit crunch 2 (Not as bad as the first one)

Things will go tits up again and Labour will get the blame for that just like Credit Crunch 1 and we will be back to tory rule by 2024/25.

What a time to be alive eh !

In other financial news I had the pleasure of having a rare Saturday off work so this gave me a change to arrange a telephone mortgage interview as we are jigging our mortgage about. Some 2 hours 20 mins later it was all done and my head was frazzled despite the bank fella being a thoroughly nice chap and more importantly “The computer said yes” My head was that battered that I had to go down the shops to clear my head and had a can of Tizer for a sugar hit to get me back on track. I dont think I have had a can of Tizer since the late 80’s. I have come along way since then and after my first swig my reaction was this could be great with a double vodka. Told yer I had come a long way.

So Spring is upon us an positive vibes and love is all around, the sunshine is getting warmer, the nights are getting lighter, the clocks soon go forward, Glastonbury is under 100 days away and Liverpool are still in the hunt for the league title.

Peace

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