The Newspaper That is Your Life ©
By Michael Casey
Ok, it really does sound the most pretentious of all titles, I
was waiting for the Sky Press preview to start and I hadn’t thought of a topic
to talk about to you tonight, then it came to me 5 mins ago. The Newspaper That
is Your Life came to me, so this is what I’ll try and talk about, I’ve just
realised this is the Just a Minute school of writing. If you Google Just a
Minute and find some to listen to then you really are in for a treat. Whether
or not what I write tonight is a treat you can tell me at the end.
So what are your headlines? Michael is seen partying the night
away, here he is looking drunk and dishevelled, in fact some might say that is
my normal look till I’ve had my breakfast and morning heart meds. Stop press we
can announce that Michael hung out all the washing yesterday, only he forgot to
bring it in before Storm David struck. So his neighbours have a large
collection of saggy bottomed drawers and faded clothes, too worn out even for
the Charity Shop. In the old days you dried your washing on the bushes, now
Michael Casey’s washing is on the roofs and sheds not to mention the dirt of flower beds.
What would be your biggest headlines? Meeting the girl of your
dreams, or getting the prettiest girl in the office to go out with you. Was it
because you both got drunk at the office party, and she got pregnant, so she
ended up marrying you. Or was it because you really were a nice guy, despite
your dandruff and bad breath. You were there to listen to her when her mum
died, you were that shoulder to cry on. And no you didn’t take advantage of her,
quiet the reverse, and that made her love you all the more. She did insist that
you used Head and Shoulders shampoo, and you always had 2 boxes of tic-tacs in
your pocket. But then you really fell in love and on the anniversary of her mum’s
death you got engaged.
Simple Silly things are the Headlines of our lives. Like finally
getting the right medication that will change your life, or getting contacts and
a decent haircut. There are turning points in our lives, which we will mark
with banner headlines in the Newspaper That is Our Life. Hearing from your wife
that she is pregnant when you both thought she could not have a child. Crying
with joy in the computer room where you were working when she told you the
news. Your workmates being embarrassed but you were so happy, you wanted to look
to the very stars and SCREAM. You can imagine the photo and the Caption Michael
Casey will be a DAD.
There are sad times too, where you want to screw the Newspaper
that is Your Life into a ball and throw it into the fire, or tear it into a
thousand pieces. When you cry and all the ink runs off the pages and turns your
hands black. You just wish Newspapers did not exist. I’ve been down that road
several times, and that explains when I try and stick to Comedy to Humour,
because it hides the pain, and deflects the sadness away. Then the Newspaper
that is my life is turned into a cartoon, into a stupidity, into a joke, till
even I cannot remember what made me cry before.
And on it goes, little things and silly things, big images and
small images, and the images that matter, until finally our grave, the final
image, the final headline. But if you ever come to my grave in the far distant
future, if you do bend down and listen then you may hear me laughing. What a
fool coming to my grave, he should have gone to the pub, not unless I get my
final wish, to be buried in a pub. A place of merriment and laughter.
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