Thursday, 8 February 2018

Its all in the Stars i wrote this in 1998/9 I think

                       It’s All In The Stars ©

                          
                              By


                         Michael  Casey



          Louise  just  loved  to  read her stars  in  the  papers,  but

gradually  she  became disillusioned,  they were  too  inaccurate,  too
  
general,  she wanted more detail,  a personal touch, she wanted to know
  
how her life would be.  Not "you'll have a happy day today,  a  surprise
  
could be on its way." She wanted more, so she went to see a clairvoyant,

the  clairvoyant   was a gypsie who had pitched her caravan  in  the  Bull
  
Ring.  Louise happened to be there buying new knickers for herself outside
  
Saint  Martins  church when she spotted the sign saying "fortunes  told,
  
cheap prices, under a fiver to know your future. "
  
           So grasping her knickers in the carrier  she climbed  the  four
  
steps into the caravan.  The fortune teller looked like a rugby player in
  
drag,  but that’s normal for fortune tellers,  so Louise wasn't afraid.
  
She  had  30  mins before she had to get back to  Stats  and  some  report
  
writing  for  Derek  the boss.  The bells of  Saint  Martin  peeled,  a
  
lunchtime service was about to begin, as for Louise she held her breath,
  
what would the future bring ?

       Michael also wanted to know the future.  He read his stars avidly
  
in the papers,  he'd buy his shopping in Safeways, then once through the
  
checkout he'd read his stars in all the newspapers, before discarding the
  
papers  and leaving with just his shopping,  the papers in a heap at  his
  
feet. He always hoped the stars would tell him when he'd meet the love of
  
his life,  what he failed to notice was that while he had his head in the
  
newspaper,  pretty  women were standing right next to him  browsing  the
  
womens magazines. If only he looked up from the stars.  
  
           Fate would bring these two together, in fact they lived in the
  
same street, but their paths had never crossed, Michael lived at number
  
19  and Louise lived in number 25.  Michael had been a computer operator
  
for 20 years but when the job ended he took the first job that came along
  
, so now he was a security guard, not one of those thick ones in uniforms
  
,  no he was a guard in the new Travel lodge hotel on Broad street,  the
  
biggest hotel in the city.  He wore a suit and had a nice badge with  his
  
name  on  it,  and he had a nice slim radio.  So he was an  upper  class
  
security guard.  It was the perfect job for him because he liked  meeting
  
people and having a gossip.

           The fortune teller had told Louise,  that she'd meet  somebody
  
strong  and  reliable,  though perhaps a little  boring,  things  would
  
happen suddenly and she'd be swept off her feet.  Louise liked strong men
  
why  she'd  been to see the Chippendales four times,  so  she  smiled  to
  
herself as she left the caravan,  clutching her carrier of knickers.  The
  
months  passed  and still Louise hadn't found her Mr Reliable,  she  got
  
offers  of course,  she enjoyed strutting her stuff in pubs all over  the
  
Black Country her and her friend Mary.  Only the offers were always  from
  
men just past their sell  by date, men who would buy you a pint and a bag
  
of  chips and then want to feel more than your hips as she danced  to  70s
  
Glamrock.  So Louise said "Sod It !", as she slapped another man across
  
the face.  Why couldn't men be Gay without being Gay,  you know Gay  men
  
treated you like a lady and didn't grope. Just why couldn't one like that
  
turn up.
  
         Michael finished another 12 hour shift and was wandering  around
  
  his  flat  naked,  scratching his bum and drinking another 2  litres  of
  
  coca cola.  He switched the telly on and surfed teletext, his HiFi was
  
  on too playing Genesis,  he always read the news on all channels before
   
reading his stars on ITV channel 4, channel 5 and Sky. His whole working
  
life involved working odd hours with even odder people, so he'd never met
  
anybody  who would put up with his lifestyle. Now 40 was on the horizon,
  
was  he  clutching at straws hoping against hope by reading  his  stars  to
  
cheer himself up. Jo from the kitchen had given him a Xmas card saying "I
  
hope  the  girl of your dreams find you in 98 ",  and the year  was  half
  
over. Michael sighed, at least he could have a quiet cry while he watched
  
weepies  on  Sky and the other channels.  Little Women  was  perhaps  his
  
favourite film,  the ending where the Professor says he has empty hands
  
& he has nothing to give,  but the girl gave him her hands and said "now
  
they are full".  His own father had nothing when he met his mom, yet she
  
married him, and yet he married her and her false teeth,  and they went
  
on to have six children.  So Michael watched and wept, at least there
  
was refuge and solace in prayer, he had taken up regular prayer when he'd
  

read about Padre PIO, and when  his mother died, and to his surprise  his  faith 

 got stronger.  But still he longed for company, to talk with, to laugh with,  

to cry with,  and to wake up with. So he prayed and read his stars in
  
equal doses.
  
        Louise slammed the door of her flat, and rearranged her  blouse,

that bastard had more hands than an octopus, he'd left his thumb print on
  
her boob too,  and the bra strap was broken too. She have to go down the
  
Bull Ring on Monday and get herself a new red bra, and new red  knickers
  
too, it was a matching set after all. She flicked on the telly, Central
  
Weekend was still on, Russell Grant was on,  so she didn't switch off.
  
He was saying that a proper reading involved study.  Louise examined her
  
bruised boob as he talked,  still listening she practised her  undressing
  
technique,  it'd been in Mary's Cosmo three months before, so she'd been
  
practicing it. Once she met a Gay man who wasn't Gay, he'd have the full
  
benefit of it,  it was all about pleasing him,  so to please yourself,
  
that's how Cosmo explained it.  So there she was naked before her telly
  
with just Russell Grant smiling at her,  "And it’s about  examining  your
  
potential and optimizing your best  bits ",  Louise was examining her  boob
  
again,  and her bum, she found another bruise there. So it was standing
  
naked before Russell Grant and a studio audience that she decided to do it
  
herself, she'd go to the library and dig out some books. She'd form her
  
own future, she'd caste her own fortune.

          Michael dried the tears from his eyes, and switched the tv off,

scratched  his bum,  then got into bed.  If only a millionairess would
  
stop at the hotel and fall in love with him,  well it  happened  in films

didn't it?  His stars had been contradictory as usual, so  he  just
  
believed the nice ones. Louise had  switched off the telly when she'd
  
glanced out of her window,  only to see a naked man get into bed. Michael
  
was afraid of the dark you see,  so he always left a chink in his curtain
  
and Louise by chance or was it fate ? She had seen him, he was fat and
  
very hairy, but at least he had a big chest, she just loved men with big
  
chests. So sniggering Louise headed for her own bed.

          The following Monday Louise dashed up to the Library and got as
  
many do it yourself Horoscopes books as she could find.  There were five
  
in fact. She'd read them all then photocopy the best bits on the  works
  
photocopier.  No more newspapers for her, she'd do it herself, she had
  
five minutes left of her lunch hour so she went and got a new matching bra
  
and knickers from the Bull Ring, and some grapes too,  she just  loved
  
grapes. Somebody was selling a telescope too, so on impulse she bought
  
that as well, it was only a fiver. She be able to gaze up at the stars.

          Michael had a nice day at the hotel, people seemed to like him,

well in five minute doses that is, a millionairess did stop at the hotel,

only she was a bitch, who knew she was rich and beautiful and intelligent
  
and she  wanted the whole world to know it.  If only she had a dose  of
  
humility that'd change her thought Michael, would  be perfect for this rich 

millionairess, a dose of humility was  a good  thing, but Michael smiled and 

carried all her shopping and put it into a waiting taxi,  as she swore at him for

not being  quick enough. But his stars had said "You will be mixing with the 


 rich  and famous", and so he was, by carrying her bags.  
  
  
             Louise dashed home with her carrier full of library books,
  
she'd know her future tonight, she was a bit impetuous at times, so she'd
  
work out her future tonight.  She saw the light go on in Michael's flat,
  
and  she did have a telescope,  so she gave into temptation and spied  on
  
him. he was nice,very nice, then she nearly dropped the telescope, he
  
had a horrid birthmark on his left shoulder, a brown stain all covered in
  
hair. He was a bit like the elephant man, Louise laughed, and then went
  
back to  her  books.  As for Michael he put the Disney channel on and
  
watched Beauty and the Beast,  he could empathise with the Beast,  he'd
  
been called a beast himself because of his birthmark,  girls had run away
  
from him because of it. They could put up with him being fat, but not the
  
birthmark as well, that was too much. So Michael watched Beauty and the
  
Beast and cried and cried, some say a man should not cry, but  Michael
  
knew that was bollocks, it was good to be in touch with your emotions, a
  
good cry  cleanses  then system. Recently he'd  started  listening  to
  
Classic FM,  cos one of the cleaners had told him about it, and that made
  
him cry too, how could just a few violins and so forth touch your soul in
  
seconds. But it was nice, besides they'd never be anybody there to see
  
him cry, so he could be true to his soul, and cry and cry.
  


         Louise looked up from her books, she'd spent five hours reading
  
the future was hers,  she picked up the telescope again,  this time  to
  
look for Uranus, but the sky had clouded over. So she watched Michael's
  
bum as he got into bed.  Louise spent weeks reading and watching naked Michael

she even went  to West Bromwich library in search of books, she was confident,

she knew she’d always be ok for money,  and that was all that mattered as far as

she was concerned,  so long as she could pay the bloody mortgage and could  feed
  
her cat Sam.  One night Mary couldn't come on the razzle, strutting her
  
stuff with Louise, and as Louise had a bit of a cold she stayed in  and
  
watched the telly.  Elephant Man was on, the music was good, but Louise
  
hated the black and white,  and was going to switch it off,  but it  was
  
compelling in a horrible sort of way.  As she watched she looked out the
  
window and could see naked Michael, she laughed, then looked back at the
  
Elephant Man, then she laughed "Elephant Man lives over the road, Sam",

then the music touched her, she felt guilty,  a silent tear fell. She
  
couldn't bear her guilt so she got up and switched the telly  off,  she
  
didn't  have a remote control. She put Heart FM on loud to cheer herself
  
up, but her eyes were drawn over the road towards Michael's back, so she
  
picked  up the telescope.  "It's not that bad I suppose, if I were  his
  
girlfriend I'd shave it." Then she dropped the telescope, and  reached
  
for  her chocolate, and soon forgot him, Heart FM was great.

         Hazel had the flu, so would anybody like tickets to see Phantom
  
of The Opera. So as it was free Louise had it, she liked classical music
  
too as well as glam rock, so it would be a night out for her and Mary.

The Phantom was great, a bit like Disney's Beauty and the Beast really or
  
even the  Hunchback Of Notre Dame,  about  love  crossing  insurmountable
  
barriers.  Michael had once said to his mom, that he wasn't good enough
  
for anybody,  and his mother had chided that of course he  was,  Love
  
Conquers All was her message. And so was the message of Phantom. Louise
  
ate her chips on the bench outside the Hippodrome,  her mind troubled,
  
Mary thought  she was a bit quiet.  Louise lied and said she  was  only
  
tired.  But once home she got her telescope out and watched Michael's back
  
as  she played the CD of the show that she'd bought. Guilt  overcame  her
  
and she cried, she cried just like a little girl.

               Now sometimes fate cannot wait no longer it bursts on the
  
scene, it  demands attention.  Louise was returning the books to  the
  
library, she had just bought more knickers from the  Bull Ring. It was

while she was crossing the road at the top of Hill Street that she  nearly
  
walked under a bus, had it not been for a strong hand pulling at her bra
  
strap she would have been dead.  "Pervert" was on her lip, as she fell
  
backwards but the noise and shadow of the bus drown her words.

"I could have been killed," she stuttered, as she got to her feet.

"That's why I grabbed you, your bra strap was what saved you," replied
  
Michael.

Louise looked up to see who had saved her, she looked deep into his eyes
  
,his child like eyes.  She screamed and fainted, he caught her in his
  
strong arms. A full minute later she opened her eyes.

"But it’s  you,  I've never seen you with your clothes  on,  "  stammered
  
Louise.

"Pardon? " replied Michael not knowing her guilt secret.

"You see,  we are neighbours in Miracle Road Qangleton,  "  explained
  
Louise.

"Here's your knickers," replied Michael as he picked up her carrier and
  
it’s spilled contents.

"But, you  saved my life,  " said Louise,  before smothering  him  in
  
kisses, he had saved her life after all.

"Let's go for a coffee in Dunkin Donuts," suggested Michael "you  have
  
had a shock after all.

        And so that was how they finally met, it was all in the stars, I
  
think they went on to have twelve children and lived happily ever after,
  
you get a lot of family allowance with twelve children after all.




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I wrote this 4 years before I really did get a job in a hotel. And before Love did find a way. And yes a lot of the story is for real.
  
  
  





  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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