The Final Hurdle?
By Michael Casey
Well I hear there is space on Fox News, so why not have a Post
Card from Birmingham? Letter from America ran for 50 years, so why not a
Postcard from Birmingham, a 10year contract would be enough. A 15min programme
once a week, or even once a month, the 15min show would actually last 30 mins
if you add on the adverts. Just so long as I finish a sentence before the ads
cut it, then they could put the Ad free version on the company website.
What would I talk about? Well after 1,047,497 words so far
over 30 years I’m sure I’d think of something, or I could just sit in a chair
and read some of my 1000 stories out. I remember John Hurt in Frank Oz’s The
Storyteller over 30 years ago, perhaps I could be him, no need for makeup I’m
ugly enough already.
Would a Posh Birmingham England accent be good enough for an
American audience, you can listen to my voice at www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com
and there is a snippet of video on my Amazon writers page along with my 13
books. Yes this is me being Shameless, it is in effect my audition, I just hope
I pass.
Strange things do happen though, such as today somebody in
Singapore reading a piece I translated into Korean on my alternative Wordpress
site. Though it could be somebody from the North Korean embassy. I did get
21,000 Polish readers previously too, so my Comedy or shall I say Humour
writing does transcend Borders. Though if
the Scottish get their way The Borders will be Independent.
All this is side-tracking me away from what I was going to
talk about. The Final Hurdle, which can be death, or it can be the thing that
swings it for you when you buy a house, or get that dream job, or get the girl
of your dreams. So what exactly is a final hurdle, it’s the final straw that
breaks a camel’s back.
You put up with so much then one day when you’ve been on the
pop, that means been out drinking heavily, and you really do need to brush your
teeth in the morning you stagger to the bathroom only to discover that bastard
boyfriend or girlfriend or mistress has squeezed the toothpaste in the middle AGAIN.
This irritates you so much, you storm back into the bedroom
and say, my boyfriend never does that, you let the cat out of the bag because
you are so angry. So all is revealed, well you are naked already, but now your girlfriend
knows you are cheating on her and with a man. So she kicks you out and you have
to go live with your boyfriend in a flat above a taxi booking office. Which
means you are never late for work again as you get free taxis, but really your girlfriend’s
5 bedroomed house was so much better, if only you bit your lip about the
toothpaste.
When you are looking for a house a home, a 5 bedroomed
detached house would be great but Rupert Murdoch himself would have to be your
new boss at Fox for that to happen. So instead you have to compromise, and for
some it was because you compromised your girlfriend that you need a place of
your own. If you use superglue as contraception none of this would happen. You superglue
your bedroom door shut, or superglue the zip on his jeans. Then you’ll only have
babies when you are ready.
As you look for a house there are so many things that must be
on your tick list, price or the bank of mum and dad is the first one. You want
to live close to your family but not so close they can hear your passion, or
screams when you are watching Manchester United. We actually stumbled over a house
for sale right next door to my brother’s last week.
Sadly Timing is important. Our daughter needs to attend her
current school for 3 more years, it is in the top 1% in the entire country.
Just by coincidence we happen to live near it. So as nice as the house next
door to my brother’s is, today it’s just too far away from the school. A home
has to be near a corner shop too, if you live near a corner shop even though
country living is great, a long walk to a shop is too much, especially for me
post quadruple heart bypass and with add on side order of Arthur my arthritis.
There are hurdles galore when you are house hunting, such as
size of rooms and kitchen size. You will never guess what’s the biggest hurdle
for us in our house hunting quest. Can you guess? You all owe me a pint of
Stella Artois if you cannot. It’s the SUN. No I’m not a Page 3 photographer who
takes pictures of naked girls, no it’s not that. Nor has Rupert Murdoch given
me column in the paper either, it’s the top seller in England by the way, he’d
only give me a one inch column anyway, just enough room for my hyperlink in his
papers.
No, when I mean sun I mean SUN, the thing in the sky, we get
loads of sun where we live, so when we look at houses we switch off any lamps
in any houses we are looking at. If we
are not drenched in loads of natural sunshine then the house is rubbish. We’ve
seen some really nice houses but if they are dark we just could not live ether.
That is the final hurdle for us, THE LIGHT. In China South Facing apartments
sell for much more, and remember my wife is Chinese too, so the Light is a
major selling point.
So that’s all the hurdles I want to talk about tonight, though
I’ll end on some philosophy, the greatest hurdle we all have in life is
ourselves, and it’s when we have a good rhythm and don’t knock those hurdles
down that’s when we have a smoother life. But speaking from my own life experience
it’s when you get up from the floor with all the hurdles scattered all around
you, that is when you find your inner strength, and if you are lucky you have
friends and family who cheer you on, but truly the answer my friends is not blowing
in the wind, its within you.
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