Here’s some Random Connections©
By
Michael Casey
Well
I’ve just been asked for CHOCOLATE, or rather my big daughter has
demanded a Bounty, so I have to stop to pay the bounty, then I’ll be
back with you. Teenage daughter are so demanding, but at least she
brought in my drawers from the washing line, so they cannot be spotted
from the space station, nor stray parachutists using them as target
landing places. So I’ll pause with Simon and Garfunkel playing, with
the cat snoring along on the back of the sofa while I run to the Polish
shop before it closes, otherwise there will be a bounty on my head and
it wont be chocolate. I hope you notice how I weave in real life drama
into my stories, what you haven’t noticed? I’m going to sulk now, I’ll
have a moan with Julian and Sandy from round the Horne, you can google that for yourself.
Now where was I? It’s4.30pm another day, Sunday 22nd July
now, just in case any of you are archiving my writing. The storm has
passed, and I was up in the night with pain, its so very unpredictable,
when and where pain comes. At least my computer is fixed now, it might
just be too much anti virus software, or good old Windows 10 having a
Benny as they used to say. So if I cannot sleep I can always fix the
computer, or even think about a new piece.
Now
today if you have spotted today’s message the wife has lost her voice,
so in the middle of the night just before I crept back to bed I thought
what if I lost my voice too. So I left a note on the coffee table
stating I had lost my voice. And still after 1/2 the day is over she
believes me. I winked at my small daughter, and she smiled knowingly,
then she ruined it by telling he big sister. You must never tell anybody
not even your small daughter if you want to keep a secret, or a joke
for that matter. My wife still does not know and is asleep like a pig on
sofa. I should post a photo but we keep our media lives separate. My
photos are not suitable for Linked IN after all, and I’m not on it
anyway.
I
spotted Germany having a reading fest so hello to you all, Ich Lieb
dich if I’ve spelt that right. As you know I was in Frankfurt at Hotel
Achat in Offenbach back in 2008, it really was great. I assume they have
had the room fumigated by now, and replaced the bed after my heavy
weight stay. I did have a metal bed collapse once under my weight, you
can track down that story for yourselves. Though it was an ill wind that
blew no good as a passing Polish guy rescued it from the street and
hammered it into shape, no doubt him and his beautiful wife are smoking
in it now, the Poles tend to smoke a lot.
Yes
I realise that some of you misplace my words and their meaning,
assuming I’m thinking what you are thinking, but as Gill from StatsMR
used to say, you are going up that garden path again, and again and
again. Rather like a Status Que song, its all in the rhythm and the beat
after all, rolled up magazines not included. That was for all you
Political Scientists out there, and why is the BBC better than Sky, its
all about coverage? The BBC uses bigger paper, rolled up, and no I’m not
talking about smoking of a different kind.
Where
was I, there was somebody at the front door and I’m all in my scruffs,
at least I showered earlier. When a stranger arrives it does put you off
your flow. In actual fact it was a Fairy Godmother, yes really, I don’t
just make this up, it was Fran, a real Godmother, a nice white lady
with an Afro hairdo. She’s my small daughter’s Godmother, she just
dropped by with a present for my small daughter. I thought she had come
to demand the return of a library book, she is in fact a member of the
Library staff at the end of the road. Her husband is the organist and
choir master from church, he really knows how to make people cry. Not
due to his organ skills or lack of them, but rather he use to work for
the Inland Revenue, or IRS as the say in USA. Thinking on it, in the
Untouchables there is a little bald guy from the IRS, well they could be
related, they look so similar.
I
hope they laugh if ever they read this, or I could be hung from the
bell tower. Which reminds me of Chuck Berry’s song My Ding a Ling,
though that does sound like one of my Chinese relatives. Or will I be
accused of being “Wordist”. Snowflakes everywhere want to be wrapped in
cotton wool and not experience real life, Casey Jones was a tv show
about the steam train driver in USA, I believe as a child the drummer
from The Monkees featured in it. And yes when I was small, and I was
well below 200lbs once, Casey Jones was shouted at me in the school
yard.
I
think that’s enough random connections for today, I think we have some
Ice Cream Soda pop in the fridge so I’ll have some of that. I’m lucky
now that I’m older, at least my brother does not pee in the old glass
pop bottles anymore. He knew I used to drink the dregs, so he left his
surprise pee in each and every bottle. That’s an example of family love,
some families never interact with each other, they don’t even bother to
pee in pop bottles, ready for their little brother to drink.
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