All our yesterdays (And some auld pics of Liverpool)

So last Sunday I met my Aunty Kathleen for a drink as she was up from Bournemouth. I just popped down the old Aiggy Arms (Cant call it The Victoria) with Mrs Fay for one or two. In true Fay style it ended up 4 and would have been more but needed to sort the kids out for school etc. Aunty Kathleen is the oldest surviving Fay as my dad died in 2012 and my Uncle Paul died on his 50th birthday back in 1992. My dad has made a special effort to meet him for a pint in town as is what happens in life and things get in the way and you don’t see people as often as you should. He ended up getting him into a taxi to the Royal and that was that !! A moment as a 18 year old you never forget. The Police knocked about 12:30am as you just cant turn up to the Royal with a man on deaths door. My dad told the bizzies to “Fuck off and come back in the morning” a fair shout when you go out for your older brothers 50th birthday and end up dragging him into The Royal dying. Mad to think that I am now only a year or two younger than my dad was then. The next morning the whole family was awake early having not been able to get that much sleep after the night before events. The next day was my A level results day and being up early I was one of the first at the school. On the way up my dad said “After yesterday what happens when you open up that envelope doesn’t really mean that much” Have to be honest I was thinking thank fuck for that because I I had flunked the A Levels the no University for me. The happy ending is that I got enough to get into Uni and gain a Bachelor of Science in Human Geography . The even happier ending is that it took me an extra year as I spent the four years getting wasted in The 051, Garlands and Cream and the boss happy ending is that my Student Loan finally gets written off in October of this year after 25 years.

So my Aunty Kathleen has been tracing the family tree back and been over in Ireland to trace the Fay name. My sister had some old pics and things of my dads that she had been meaning to pass onto Aunty Kathleen but had never got around to.

First up is a card that was sent to my Great Nana Wainwright when her husband was killed in the first world war.

 

HMS Ariadne was a Diadem-class protected cruiser of the Royal Navy, which was launched in 1898, In March 1913, she was converted to a stokers’ training ship and in 1917 was converted to a minelayer and assigned to the Nore Command. She was torpedoed and sunk off Beachy Head by the German submarine UC-65 (Otto Steinbrinck) on 26 July 1917.

Next up a few things from my dads mum Elizabeth Fay (Also my daughters name) a school thing from 1928 !! and her St Johns Ambulance Card.

A quick search shows that Bishop Goss School was on Grosvenor Road in Everton which tallies with where my dads parents came from (Around Scotty)

Next up and 1945 and outside Aigburth Peoples Hall (APH) in 1945 and the residents of Briarwood Road in Aigburth celebrating the end of the war. My dad is in the arms of my nan (Left of picture in a checked coat) his elder brother my Uncle Paul is in the from row on the left in braces.

Onto around 1957 and my dad with his younger sister (Aunty Kathleen) by the lake in Sefton Park.

And finally my dad at a wedding (Picture by Stan McLeod commercial and wedding photography 119 Brunswick Road Liverpool) He is in the middle looking rather young and as I get older I can see the resemblance between me and him. This would date it around 1963. Uncle Paul is on the left.

 

So met my Aunty for a few drinks this avvie. Went over auld times.
Came home ha a few double vodkas (Nothing worse then stopping drinking at 6pm) looked at more auld pics. The listened to music from my two fave bands The Christians and Deacon Blue. Worked out that 1990 is nearly 30 years ago and I might not even get to see another 30 years  !!

All our yesterdays eh

Peace

Fay x x x x x x x x x x

What a difference a week makes…… What a difference a year makes

So this time last week I was sunning myself in the in laws back garden for a BBQ after the day before in the back yard with my moobs out and Speedo’s on (More Speedo news later) Caught that much of a “Jackie Chan” that midweek at my daughters parents evening one of the teachers commented “Have you been away?” Sadly not, Costa Del Aigburth Vale that la. Fast forward to this weekend and yesterday was one of the grimmest days weather wise for ages. Now some of you might know my alter ego as Liverpool Weather Live on Twitter. For the record (Records since December 2003) Saturday April 27th recorded 30.0mm of rain. Thus just about going the famous “Club 30” that is days in Liverpool with over 30mm of rain (I can see I am losing a few of you) It became only the 7th day of 30mm or above rainfall recored on my weather station in Liverpool. I know you are all asking well what are the others. Wait no more.

1 44.5mm 20/07/2010
2 37.6mm 29/07/2012
3 35.8mm 10/06/2016
4 31.8mm 28/02/2017
5 31.5mm 15/05/2013
6 30.5mm 24/10/2005

So there you go. What a difference a week makes.

Today was the London Marathon and quite frankly thank fuck I didn’t get in this year. One of my mates was running it and well done on the finish. This time last year I was pounding the streets of London. Tracking my mate I was inspired to go out for a run today and managed 6 of the 26 miles ! Having done 4 marathons I am not sure I have the dedication to drag my fat arse back around 26 miles to do another one. All the great weight loss of last year has all been put back on. Those 4 months of no ale at the start of 2018 and 22 mile training runs are a dim a distant memory. This years aim is just to make sure my shorts aren’t snug for Glastonbury this summer and I can confirm the 12 months putting the weight back on was much better compared to the first 4 months of 2018 losing it all. Top diet tip “Always keep your fat pants” Luckily enough in the social media age we can look back at pictures.

So here is me just before The London Marathon 2018

Here is me on London Marathon Day 2019

 

What a difference a year makes !

So on that depressing note I have just been the pub for four pints to see my Aunty Kathleen who is up for a visit. That 4 pints in the afternoon in a boozer is a bastard amount. Neither not enough to carry on your daily business and not enough for a proper session. So I thought I would have a double vodka and orange and fire a blog out. The aim is to last until about 9pm and then have one of the kids Easter Eggs off and retire to bed.

Anyway just checked my phone and this has just happened only the one and only Elton Welsby has just randomly followed me on Twitter. Me and my mate Ritchie love all things retro and are still reeling from this bombshell.

So Sunday a few beers, meet the family and Elton Welsby follows you on Twitter. If Carlsberg done sundays…….. @faymondo73 if yer wanna follow

Peace

Fay x x x x x x x x x x

 

7th Heaven at AFC Liverpool

So on Saturday I finally got around to attending an AFC Liverpool match. Had been trying to sort this for some time in 2019 and I had actually forgot about the date I had arranged until reminded a few days before the match. With the weather forecast of wall to wall sunshine, a bank holiday and an early finish in work on Saturday how could I refuse. So my mate Alan came along with me and we met Mike who had kindly invited us to the match at Aigburth station and headed up to the ground.

A bit of history about AFC Liverpool (Can you guess what the AFC stands for ? ) AFC Liverpool was formed in 2008, by Liverpool FC fans, who had becoming increasingly frustrated at the cost and difficulty in obtaining tickets for the Premiership. The supposed ‘39th game’ in which Premier League fixtures would be played in different parts of the world proved to be the final straw, highlighting that top flight football is now more concerned about money than its fans. Their first home ground was a share with Prescot Cables FC and games where played at Valerie Park in Prescot. They have in recent years played their home games at Rossett Park in a ground share with Marine FC. Funny enough my last non league action I watched was on the same ground where I watched Marine take on Clitheroe FC in the F.A.Cup Link to blog here. So we had a pre match pint in a boozer near the ground and got into the ground for kick off and we were introduced to several people involved with the club and it soon became clear that without the massive efforts of these people there would be no AFC Liverpool. After a minutes silence for the 30th anniversary of the Hillsborough Disaster it was time for kick off and AFC Liverpool to take on Atherton LR in The Hallmark Security League First Division North. We had the team sheet and placed ourselves on the terrace behind the goal that AFC were kicking towards and settled down for the game.

So AFC Liverpool were 4th in the division fighting for a best place 3rd finish. Atherton were bottom of the league and a home win was expected. The game started true to form with many chances for AFC but only a 1-0 lead with a goal from Anthony Lyons. I was thinking these missed chanced from AFC Liverpool might come back to haunt them and a few defensive errors gave Atherton chances which they did not take. AFC soon started taking chances and in the glorious Easter bank holiday sunshine AFC went in 4-0 up at half time. After some half time refreshments we took a seat in the home stand behind the goal AFC were kicking towards and were introduced to a few more people associated with the club including the announcer who’s playlist included a song from one of my favourite bands The Christians so what wasn’t there to like ?

AFC continued their domination in the second half. During the second half the thing that struck me most about the day happened. With the ground surrounded by houses its quite easy to lose a match ball (Would be several a game if I was playing centre half) Anyway one ball went over into somebody’s back garden. I asked about the chances of getting the ball back and sometimes they do and sometimes they don’t. These are £60 match balls we are taking about and to a club like AFC Liverpool this soon adds up. They are already above their ball budget for the year and recently had to purchase another five match balls to see them through the season. As the second half went on another ball nearly entered somebody back yard and an AFC Liverpool member could be heard cheering as another £60 might have been saved. The second half raced past and the final score was AFC Liverpool 7 v Atherton LR 0 and a hatrick for Anthony Lyons who wont be keeping the £60 match ball. Couldn’t quite get the attendance as the announcer called it at 12,236. I have since found out the attendance was 107.

So we entered the Marine FC club bar for a post match pint and a bit more discussion around AFC Liverpool. With AFC ground sharing with Marine any gate receipts normally cover just that cost so extra monies are needed to be found to pay players etc and even a run of away games can put serious pressures on the club finances. The club do hope to find a permanent home within the city boundaries but this is still a few years away at the earliest. I have always fancied following a local non league team. Back in the 80’s as a child we used to bunk in and watch South Liverpool play whilst listening to Liverpool games on our small transistor radio. I did say to Mike who had invited us that fact that AFC did not have a base in the city and also the ground shared that this for me did not make them the attraction they could be. As I stated in October of last year this will be the last season I follow the premier league AKA Liverpool FC with full passion as next seasons introduction of Var for me is the straw the broke the camels back. The weekend before I was at Anfield for Liverpool Vs Chelsea and what a difference a week later for my next match. I will however pop along to a game or two and watch AFC Liverpool next season.

Even at this level of football money talks. Often decent players are hoovered up during the season by the better (Richer) teams down the football pyramid who can offer that few extra bob a week to players to turn out for them. The dedication and commitment of officials and staff at a club like AFC Liverpool is massive and its only when you get introduced  to a few people around a club and have explained what goes on that your eyes open up and think wow. AFC Liverpool were hit by their own tragedy earlier on in the season when their joint managed Ben Williams died suddenly at a young age. There are many many things more important than football as we all too well know in the city of Liverpool.

So it was time to head off into the lovely evening sunshine and leave the Marine Travel Arena for one last pint before the train home to Aigburth. A cracking day out. Beers, sunshine, and a 7-0 win. What more could you ask for ? Here is hoping that AFC Liverpool can push on to get their new ground and achieve the ambitions they have on the pitch alongside possible community spin offs and here is hoping they don’t lose too many balls next season !!! Oh yeah the AFC stands for Affordable Football Club.

Peace

Fay x x x x x x x x x x

AFC Liverpool played on Monday against Lower Breck in a battle for third place in the Hallmark Security League First Division North. A 4-2 defeat away leaves it all to play for with just one game of the season left. Many thanks again to Mike for the invite.

15th April once again a TWAT of a day

Different year, same blog (ish)

So the 15th of April comes around yet again and its a day I dont look forward to. 15/04/1989 and its now 30 years since Liverpool fans went to Hillsborough for a F.A.Cup semi final and 96 of them died. I didnt go the match that day but had friends who did and I still remember making the phone calls that evening wondering what I would do if I heard any bad news. All my close friends made it back. There was however one lad who I played football with who did not. His name was Philip Hammond. He was only 14 and I has played in teams with him from Sudley juniors through to APH. He was a good player, that good that he was in the year below us but often played with my year. Hid dad Philip Hammond Senior has been a tireless campaigner for justice for those fans. It’s nice to see Calderstones school name their sports hall after Phil and I have had a bit of contact with his younger brother Graeme on Twitter and had the odd pint with him My thoughts are with him and his family and the other families today. What a shocking waste of a life and as I get older both as a person and a parent I can feel the pain that the families have suffered both of the tragedy and the 30 year fight for justice (Still ongoing with a potential retrial now) Sadly still many people need educating about the facts of Hillsborough and even though the inquest in Warrington provided the truth which some people still choose to ignore the families of the 96 are still waiting for justice.  Just remember don’t buy the sun.

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As if by some cruel twist of fate 15/04/2006 came around and after battling cancer for the best part of 10 years my mum finally died after some time in a hospice. She was brave to the end and went through so much in those 10 years and I grab the positives that she seen me get married, and have our eldest Elizabeth. I can’t quite believe it is now 13 years since that day forever etched in my mind. It pains me that she never got to see Charlotte. Time does heal things a bit but certain dates stick out. I often think what she would have made of the kids growing up (So fast) and its heartbreaking that every body has missed out, the kids, me and my mum. Both my daughters have Lillian as a middle name after my mum so they will always remember nana. In 2012 we had another daughter born in early April called Holly who never got to see nana and also my mums mum is no longer here as well and Holly has her name Eillen (poor girl) as a middle name. Added to the misery is that my dad has now joined the great Fay/Roper party in the sky. Nobody prepares you for losing a parent and when the second one bites the dust it made me re-evaluate my life, a process which is still happening. No longer anybody to look up to and ask questions. All of a sudden you become technically an orphan. I had been giving Thatcher stick in an old blog but her daughter hit the nail on the head by saying “It is a deeply sad and rather thought-provoking landmark in life.” Talking about losing a second parent. Now I am leader of the pack with a massive hole in the family make up. An extra note for 2019. Post Hillsborough I never sing “You’ll Never Walk Alone” This gets me some funny looks at the end of family party’s when the big group all belt it out and I am sat down with my pint. I have even been asked at the match “Are you an away fan” Well the answer is I only sing it when we win a major trophy. I last belted it out in Istanbul in 2015. Lets hope it gets another airing (or two) over the coming weeks.

Just a short blog today to remember my mum and those footy fans who went to see a match but never returned.

Peace

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Fitness, Fatness and Divorce

So last weekend my social feeds were full of people doing The Manchester Marathon. A year ago I was taking part in what was an attempt at three marathons with London and Liverpool afterwards. I smashed Manchester in 4hrs 27 got around London in record heat for the event and had to just do the half in Liverpool due to illness the week before. I was the lightest I have been for years and in tip top condition. Fast forward one year and I was not doing any marathons and had a game of Just Dance with the kids and was sweating my fat moobs off. How the mighty have fallen or should that be expanded ?

Speaking of waistlines this week is one of my favourite sporting events and The Masters golf tournament. Fine memories of watching this event with my dad as a child and my elder sister coming in after Sunday night on the ale and bringing us some chips in for a late night Sunday feast. Anyway the winner of The Masters gets to choose what is on the menu at next years champions dinner. Last years champion was Patrick Reed. So what did he go for ? Apparently he had known what his masters meal would be from the age of 13. It was bone in rib-eye, mac and cheese, creamed spinach, creamed corn and Caeser salad. Not sure what I would have done if I was at the meal being a self proclaimed salad dodger. Who thinks of that scran age 13 ? Dessert was chocolate crunch and praline cheesecake. So when I win the Masters, well I do play golf on the Xbox 360 every week what would my Masters Club Dinner be in honour of the champion Neil George Fay

Starters

Chips

Main Meal

A Tesco finest quarter pounder with caramelised red onion (Who said I was fussy eh) with Chips

Sides

Sausage rolls from Porkie Pies in Garston Village and a selection of finest sausages from Cowmans sausage shop in Clitheroe (Do try both if you get the chance)

Desserts

Twix Cheesecake and a make your own McFlurry machine.

I can see you all praying I win the Masters tournament one year.

Masters Meal 2019 in honour of Patrick Reed

In other news the UK divorce laws are to change to end the blame game. In future I will sorry I mean people will only have to state that the marriage has broken down irretrievably. No need for Mrs Fay to get a cob on if I want to watch the champions league in the living room as BT Sport is not on the Sky Multi room TV.  She can simply just go online now and file for a no fault divorce. She could even join the other 13 people who last chrimbo day filed for divorce.

In more divorce news this week The world’s richest man, Amazon founder Jeff Bezos, and his wife MacKenzie have agreed a record-breaking divorce settlement of at least $35bn (£27bn). Closer to home Chris and Colin Weir, who scooped £161m on the EuroMillions in 2011, also confirmed in a statement they had been living apart “for some time”. The couple from Largs in Ayrshire, have been married for more than 30 years and have two grown-up children. I always say to Mrs Fay I don’t want to win the lottery as it would bring questions and doubts that you could never imagine. I would like somebody else to win it though and give me a fee bob. Give me health over wealth any day. How sad a 71 and 62 year old split up after the win of their dreams.

And finally I was having a lovely evening spring walk the other night in Sefton Park and was taking in the lovely ambience with a walk around the lake when some kids come running down the grass hill hurtling towards the lake. Luckily they stopped and avoided a dip in the lake but I overheard their mum saying “Stay away from that lake. Yer uncle Ian fell in there once and turned green for two weeks” ha ha ha.

Peace

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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

Fay x x x x x x x x x x

Momo (MuMu) Madness, crazy weather madness and router madness.

So it was a half day finish on Wednesday due to year end jobs and no work system until Monday. What with a week off last week the Self Employed, mingebag alert levels are at critical and I might have to set up a Just Giving page. Anyway with the temperature nudging nearly 18c I decided to go for a lovely stroll around South Liverpool. Weather wise I have deffo had BBQ’s in the summer in the gloom and temperatures around 13c as the British in me says “We shall not be defeated by the weather” So I took in Sefton Park, down Lark Lane doing well to avoid a pint. Still cant get my head around going into a pub on my own for a pint but when I do things can only get worse for me. A walk down past the lovely St Michaels area past Melly Road which always has an S in front of it and through the reopened Festival Gardens and along Otterspool back to ours. It was along the front I noticed I had never seen The River Mersey so calm and I also had a world record broken. Having just got of the phone from one of Norris McWhirter’s relatives I can confirm that a new world record for male scouser with his top off for the summer was broken. The exact date February 27th !! Just hope he had his factor 50 on though it was pleasant enough down on the waterfront and warm enough to spot all the gingers in the shade.

Its been a week of noting random moments. One such moment was when walking the dogs up Sudley Field a what can be described as a “Rotund” land whizzed past me and this old lady on an electric scooter and queue the statement “He needs to get off that and walk” I looked down at my own growing beer belly and thought “Fucking hell I haven’t even got a scooter” I do find that when ladies reach the age of 60 they just have no barriers and in the words of Roy Walker from Catchphrase say what they see. They are often quite rude and ill mannered though judging by the stats that a Tenor Lady advert was throwing at me this week I can see what they might have a cob on and a slight aroma of piss.

I lost several hours the other day as our new router arrived. I had haggled this for free as part of a deal to stay with Virgin internet and get a price decrease. I am currently playing cancel sky chicken and have 25 days service left. Who is gonna crack first sky customer services or me. I will keep you updated. Anyway how many things are connected to a router. Eventually I worked out I needed to phone virgin to activate the router (Never heard of such a thing before) and then spent hours putting the new wifi password into anything from TV’s, games consoles, phones and iPads, Televisions, Alexa’s and even plugs and lightbulbs. Remind me never to get a new router again.

Staying with the technology vibe the other night our 11 year old woke up just as I had got to sleep as she was worried about Momo. According to the false story circulating on social media, children are contacted on WhatsApp by an account claiming to be momo. They are supposedly encouraged to save the character as a contact and then asked to carry out challenges as well as being told not to tell other members of their family. Also Momo was hacking youtube videos. Our 11 year old switched her Alexa off and wouldn’t go on youtube. Despite our best parenting skills she was having non of it and was a worried soul for a day or two until today it was revealed all as a giant hoax which was sadly aided and abetted by the media who peddled some bullshit about Momo. On the plus side being a massive KLF fan I was able to call it MuMu and have been going around the house saying “MuMu” in a deep voice.

So having a rare Thursday beer before March madness kicks in and the aim is to drop a stone in a month as I have become a fat bastard again. Just two massive holes in my plan. First up I am meeting an old workmate for a big session on the ale on Saturday (Day 2 ha ha) and also the news this week that Ocado are teaming up with M&S to start M&S home food delivery. The only thing stopping me from spending the rest of my life on 1 litre bottles of Italian Rose (Great size 750ml never enough and once you crack a 2nd bottle open then you know how that ends) luxury crisps and mini Colin The Caterpillar cakes is that I have to make a physical effort to go down to Speke to buy them. Please let me get my March madness plan out of the way before you start this.

And finally I played footy with my nephew on Wednesday and despite being 45 and 17 stone something I still reckon I am better than him. He said I was deffo in the top two Fay’s on the pitch and he would give me that. Anyway we got beat and there is no “I” in team but I did score about 6 goals to his 0.

Peace

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