Michael Casey Birmingham England: pantomime

pantomime

Well my daughters are at the Panto, you can google it and maybe even find one online. Its a British tradition over the Winter/Christmas period.
I'm waiting for the pain killers to work then I may write more Lego segments. Though when or rather if I ever sit down to write all of Tears for a Butcher it will be better, what I've done these past couple of days is more like Film Pitch versions, the detail to be shaded in later. Or a Mueller statement about Trump.

Somebody in USA is reading the Chinese Translation of The Butcher The Bake and The Undertaker, Google is not perfect but I hope whoever is reading it does enjoy it. And in Indonesia somebody else is reading another piece. If its Ana who I bumped into when I was on FB years ago the a very big hello to her.

Now I have to go and eat, but I may be back later, so check back in the next 10 hours, up to Midnight UK time is my normal bedtime, so I could have something new for you.

here's a bit of Chapter Two of Tears for a Butcher I wrote this 8 year ago

Michael Casey 29^th Jan 2011 Tears For A Butcher Chapter2

Tears For A Butcher ©

Chapter 2

Old People’s Home ©

Now an old people’s home is a thing of mercy and patience, the elderly go there to spend their final years, to find comfort and peace. A good home has caring staff who understand the elderly and their needs. Some old people never get any visitors, the staff are their family, or you may have one resident who has more visitors that all the rest of the residents combined. Whatever the case may be a home for the elderly is exactly that, a home with a capital H for HOME.

Now Percy’s occupation meant that he visited Old People’s Homes more than most, when the time came for the elderly to go to meet God it was Percy who collected the body and did the final duties for the deceased. The home owners used to coral the pensioners in the day room while Percy sneaked in to collect the bodies, it is an upsetting thing to know one of your number had gone to meet their maker, so Percy did his duty while trying not to upset anybody.

Now on this occasion at The Happy Valley Rest Home as Percy collected the body with Andy he saw somebody at an upper window banging on the window, then the old woman pushed something out of the window. It was a note with a message scrawled in pencil on it. Percy was going to ignore it but something made him think twice so once he had placed the deceased in the back of the private ambulance he went back to collect the note. Now this note was going to make waves, big waves and chance Percy’s life too.

When they got back to the street Percy sat in the office and put the paper on his desk. Sitting down he began to read it, the old lady said “help I’m starving and its so cold in here always, please help before you’ll be taking my body away.”

“What’s up pop?” asked Andy.

“Read it for yourself,” replied Percy as he turned the paper around on the desk.

“That’s not right, but what if she’s just a bit senile,” Andy replied.

“You could be right, but we need to find out the truth,” sighed Percy.

“Ok, pop, why don’t you go to the café to have a talk about it, I’ll start preparing the deceased,” said Andy.

“Good boy,” said Percy as he strode away to the café.

Percy repeated what he’d read on the note, Mark and Gillian were shocked, the elderly should be loved not starved and froze to death. George and Brownie arrived with the latest gossip, but hearing Percy’s news they were shocked.

“Bastards,” said George.

“Bastards,” said Brownie.

“Bastards,” said Gillian.

“Bastards,” repeated Mark.

“But what are we going to do?” asked Percy.

There was silence all around, then Brownie had an idea.

“Me and George are going undercover, I’ve seen it on tv, Esther Ranzen and Panorama do it, so me and George will do it,” she whispered.

Percy looked shocked but she was determined so he was wise enough to say nothing.

“But we have to protect you while you are undercover, so you’ll have mobile phones and we’ll ring you at regular intervals, or just text cos it’s quieter.” said Gillian.

“We can pretend to be window cleaners and we can slip you messages, and you can have a digital camera to get evidence,” added Patrick who had happened by.

“That’s a good idea,” replied Brownie.

They spend the morning discussing how George and Brownie would be spies like 007 James Bond, sandwiches were made and eaten, they had to try and think of everything. Once the camera was full of stills and movies they could drop it out of the window into the flower bed and if nobody was looking Patrick could throw a 2^nd camera back up to them, it would only take seconds. They did forget one thing despite all the planning. How would the get George and Brownie into the old people’s home in the first place.

“The Love of Money is the Root of All Evil,” quoted Percy his eyes lighting up. “Those people are only interested in one thing, MONEY. So if we turn up with a couple of senior citizens and 2 months fee for their care, in cash, then George and Brownie will be on the inside with no questions asked.”

“I always said you were clever,” smiled Brownie as she gave Percy a peck on the cheek.

“So who delivers the parcel?” asked Brownie

“Smiling Paul, of course. I know he’s a changed man since China entered his heart, but even he’d admit he still looks a bit mean” ventured Percy.

Smiling Paul thought it was a great joke and he’d bring Catherine along too, because she looked so young and beautiful, and with him looking so seedy he’d suit the part as an ungrateful son dumping his parents. Smiling Paul insisted on donating the money in readies, he thought it would all be great theatre. Catherine thought they should respect him more but Smiling Paul just kissed her in front of Percy then bending down on one knee he said “Will you marry me?”

Catherine was shocked, Chinese never kiss in public, then she burst into tears and got to her knees besides Smiling Paul. “Of course I marry you, then we can have a harvest of children, you do want ½ half children?”

Smiling Paul began to cry now, it was all too much, a wife and children, if he believed in God he would have sung a hymn or he did not know what. Luckily God did believe in him, Smiling Paul was the Lucky One an urban legend who had won so much money but gave it all away to help the Chinese restaurant business of his friends. This legend was widespread in Shanghai and all of the rest of China.

But now the Lucky One was being rewarded with the greatest gift of all, LOVE. Percy smiled and walked away, he had tears in his eyes, God really did work in mysterious ways. Percy would have to get his poetry book out and read a few verses while this mood was upon him. God is good, God is good.

To be ready for their undercover trip George and Brownie filled their suitcase, they were full of energy bars and bottles of Lucasade and a teas made and bottled water. There were also several pairs of unisex long johns. The final thing were rape alarms, both of them had one hanging around their neck, if all else failed they were to pull the string and Hairy Amjit would bark and everybody would come running to the rescue. Everything seemed ready, George and Brownie had a final night in their own bed before “Operation Undercover”, then at 10am after a good breakfast their mission would begin.

“We are going to be acting, so don’t be upset at our behaviour,” explained Smiling Paul.

“It Ok luver,” replied Brownie.

In silence Smiling Paul drove to the Old People’s home, Smiling Paul was driving Jimmy’s golden car, it was all part of the plan. When they got there Smiling Paul and Catherine started snogging, George had to get the suitcases out of the boot himself. They were bloody heavy thanks to all of Brownie’s preparations. Brownie gave laser looks at Smiling Paul, she’d give him a good slap when this was all over. When they got to the doorstep Brownie rang the doorbell and gave George a peck on the cheek.

Smiling Paul and Catherine carried on snogging, to be honest it was not method acting, not they were going to be married they felt they should give each other their all. Two fat sisters opened the door of the home.

“What do you want,” said fattie no.1

“Yea, we’re busy watching Neighbours,” said fattie no.2

At this point Smiling Paul dragged himself away from Catherine, blowing her kisses as he did so.

“You have old folks here,” asked Smiling Paul looking at his love in the car.

“Yea, read the bleeding sign,” said fattie no.1

“Here, you can have these two,” replied Smiling Paul as he reached for his wad.

Throwing a few thousand at the fatties, Smiling Paul jogged to his car and carried on snogging.

The 2 fatties fought over the money, they just gestured at George and Brownie to follow them. That was their customer service, if they worked at proper place both would be sacked on the spot. George and Brownie struggled with the bags. The two fatties went back to their tv, shouting to George and Brownie they would be in room 3 upstairs.

Smiling Paul and Catherine resumed their snogging, lust will out. He floored the car, it was like a volcano about to erupt; so when he got home he hand braked turned and parked the car. Then he and Catherine ran up the stairs. She was going to be married to a great man, The Lucky One, and he was all hers. The bed would have broke, only they didn’t get that far, they made love on the fur rug at the bottom of the bed. He was hers and she was his, Smiling Paul cried as they made love, he was so happy, he didn’t deserve her, she cried too, she did not deserve him. So they consoled each other, they climbed into the bed and consoled each other, until the bed broke. There was a lot of consolation to be had that day, and both gave it willingly, they wondered how their kids would look. Totally Eastern or totally Western, or ½ half, genes are strange things. It is said that the writer Michael Casey wanted Eastern looking children, but they look Western but with fabulous hair. So Smiling Paul and Catherine just laughed and left it all up to God and genes, as they made love for the 5^th time.

Meanwhile George and Brownie had struggled upstairs only to see their room. The mattress was covered by a torn and dirty duvet, it was disgusting. Brownie looked around there was one armchair with a spring hanging out and a very old rocking chair near the window. A wonky set of drawers were in the corner, it had been painted white to hide how bad it was but the paint was peeling off it.

“Right, you put the kettle on, I’ll sort out the bed,” ordered Brownie.

“Yes Sir,” joked George.

When Brownie had replaced the duvet with one they had brought, they had tea, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Another fined mess you’ve gotten me into,” said George as he flapped his tie like Oliver Hardy.

“This place is a tip, and its so cold,” observed Brownie.

“What’re we going to do then?” wondered George.

Brownie put down her tea and got into bed fully clothed.

“Seems like a good idea to me,” said George as he too got into bed.

So there they were in bed and it was only afternoon.

“Do you think we are like John and Yoko?” laughed Brownie.

“No we’re better than them,” replied George.

So they joked and laughed and as it was a 15tog duvet they fell asleep. When they awoke they were too hot so they took their clothes off and went back to bed. Now was it the spirit of John and Yoko, or was it Smiling Paul and Catherine’s lust dust being sprinkled on them nobody would ever know. But they decided that a platonic marriage was no long good enough. So starting slowly, ever so slowly, they renewed and remembered how it was in their youth; memory is a great thing and once it is awakened it is like a tidal wave. They made love just like John and Yoko did, only they were from Old Forge and Singing Anvil, but just as the hammer beats on the anvil keeping a steady rhythm, so did they, for a full 2 hours.

George and Brownie were a bit peckish so they decided to get dressed and go look downstairs, it must have been teatime by then, so they’d try the home’s tea. They were in for a shock when then went down, the fatties had been drinking Bailey’s so the supper was not ready, they were fat and snoring.

“Bloody useless,” said Brownie.

“Worse than useless,” echoed George.

They went into the kitchento see what was there, Old Mother Hubbard was there, Brownie sighed.

“There’s a few left overs,” said George hopefully.

Brownie went and counted the residents, 7 including themselves.

“I hope you like omelette she explained.

So George chopped and diced everything in sight, his training in the Army Catering Corp came rushing back to him, then he threw six eggs in.

“We’ll all be farting all night,” joked Brownie trying to raise moral.

“But at least the farts will keep us warm,” observed George.

So the 7 residents had an omelette.

“That’s the best meal we’ve had in a month,” observed one.

“Them fat bitches just eat all the food themselves, they just give us rubbish,” added another.

“Well eat up fast before they wake up,” said George.

Smiling Paul and Catherine were a little tired but very happy, Catherine had heard stories about English people and Smiling Paul had heard stories about Chinese people, but now they knew everything about each other, in the Biblical way. Their love would be eternal, and Smiling Paul would give odds of 7/4 on she was pregnant, but she was happy, she had waited and she’d made him wait till today and now this was the climax, well several of them. Love had conquered all, and broken the bed into the bargain, but there would be children, Catherine was so happy as she lay there beside him, her head on his shoulder. In China she could only have one child, but here with her hero she could have as many or as few as she wanted. It was great, no Chairman Mao in the bedroom, just her and her hero, she was so happy so she rolled on top of him, six was her lucky number after all, and who was Smiling Paul to refuse. Six of the best, six of the very best.

AUDIO of Chapter two here

Old People's Home 11th Nov 2018

Old People's Home 11th Nov 2018
Today 11th Nov 2018 would have been my dad's 97th Birthday
Here's a chapter from Tears for a Butcher
if ever I have time to finish it
If I had a legal secretary I could sit and dictate the sequel to
The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

13mins of audio below

TFAB Chapter2 old people's home

as it is I'll probably never finish the book, not unless I get the help of God and two Policemen
TFAB Chapter2 old people's home