here on Blogger Peru to Russia, Poland, Germany, India
just some of my readers in past 24 hours or so
were you trying to avoid Trump and his parades?
If folks in USA don't get off the couch
then Trump will win again
then the anarchy will really hit the fan
I saw on tv a older women talking to a SKY news reporter
The woman was so angry and raging
why
Because she does not like face masks
why
because they are a political expression
TO THE REST OF THE WORLD THIS IS PLAIN MAD
just as Trump, the T word is
A mask will help save your life
Freedom to Jwalk into disease is a freedom
But who wants to die or be sick?
So wear a MASK EVERYBODY OR KEEP YOUR DISTANCE
listen to science not fake presidents
all our mothers taught us Coughs and Sneezes spread diseases
Common Sense will save your life and your friends and families' lives
Or you could just party like an Animal
But enough of Trump for now
Back here in sunny Birmingam I am sat here with a cup of tea
2 coffees then a cup of tea for variety
My own pains seem to have lifted
But 7 years of random pain is no fun
But the sun shining is a free gift from God
Cure for Tinnitus is my most wanted desire
Daytime is acceptable, but at night
The hissing is like a serpent, without temptation nor apples
Now before I forget, The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
is being read by tens of thousands of you via my sites
nobody buys a copy in my original English on Amazon
But one day I'll finally get recognition and reward
ok, I won't I'll probably did first
However why does it work worldwide
Its about family, friends, community and loads of LAUGHS
it does start slowly as I introduced the Cast
But so long as you are not a quick fix American refusing to wear a mask
then you will enjoy it, even your priest too, tell him chapter 7 is for priests
And For Your Penance
maybe Don Camillo influenced me as I wrote it
read Don Camillo too
and that's your lot for now, I may write a new piece later
But there are 1000s of pieces to read on my 3 Blogger sites
here's something from 20 years ago
Nov99 Michael G Casey email michaelgcasey@hotmail.com
Literary Criticism (c)
By
Michael Casey
I always
thought I was a good writer, people told me so, and it
was what I wanted to hear , so naturally I believed it . That was until
Jee Ji came
to live with me . She told me
she'd read my stuff , my
"rubbish" and give an opinion , her uncles were
influential , so perhaps ,
or just maybe they could help me get published or even
produced . Then the
world would be my oyster , however I had forgotten one
fundamental thing .
Jee Ji was Chinese, her English still had a long way to
go , and besides
which would British humour travel as far as China , or as
far as her
Chinese brain?
So naturally
I gave her my funniest story to read first, the true
yet surreally funny Czech story , and what did she say ? "Its
boring", if
she had been a man or one of the lads from work I'd have
punched her , or
at the very least
called her an "ignorant bastard".
But because I loved
her , I took the criticism like a man and smiled , and
that was a revelation
in itself , why ? Because I had found somebody whom I
respected enough not
to curse at when the hated my work , my stuff ,
my "rubbish" . Love is a
strange thing
, making you smile , instead of curse . So it at least
proved how much I loved her , I had told her that my stories
were my
children , the product of my love , the only thing with meaning in my
life , with value
in my life . Until true love came along
in the form of
Jee Ji herself
. So now we could
discuss things, with love in our eyes,
and my writing was , what it really was , just words on
paper. Perhaps
someday my simple words would really have great value ,
but now I realized
what they were - words ,
just words , perhaps never to have any meaning ,
except to me alone .
In the Bible it begins with "In the beginning there
was The Word" , and after that we have the Bible
itself , and the rest is
History. So
perhaps my humble words would have a beginning, and perhaps
my future words
would have history too , obviously not
as great as The
Bible , but I still dream that someday my words will
have an effect on
people . I don't want to move mountains, just make people
laugh, that's
enough for me .
However humour is a funny thing, I cannot tell a joke to
save my life but somehow when I put words on paper
I can
make people
smile and even laugh .
When I'm really relaxed and down the pub I can
actually make people cry with laughter , and I don't know
why , the tears
of laughter just flow ,
so perhaps when I write I should just relax and
pretend I'm down
the pub and most of all , just don't try
to be funny ,
just let the laughter flow naturally .
So much for
the theory, the practice is that you write for
years
and nobody pays a blind bit of notice , then you write one thing and hey
presto you are recognized as a "writer" , well in your office at any rate
. So you are
suddenly "world famous" to a group of friends, if you are
lucky 30 friends
, that's just how "world
famous" I became . Offer any
other pieces of
your "literature" and you are treated like a
leper ,
"Unclean ,
Unclean" people almost say .
I did get one real fan, and I
fell in love with
her , only she didn't fall in love with
me ,
as she
repeatedly said .
However I did make a friend for life ,
which is better
than nothing . And I'm use to nothing, so that can't be
bad .
Jee Ji revealed her uncle's connections ,
after I'd already
guessed , I was happy but not overwhelmed . I had a play
accepted 12 years
ago , only it did not happen , so I've given up believing I'd ever be
acknowledged as a
writer long ago . If a miracle happens
and her family
decides to help me then that's wonderful , but I have her love and love is
the greatest gift of all , so I'm more than happy . World
recognition as a
writer will never
happen , not unless my mother who makes
tea in Heaven
pulls lots of strings for me , having said that she sent
Jee Ji so perhaps
helping me find my true vocation is next on my mother's
list . "Blessed is
he who expects nothing" , so perhaps before I die I
will be blessed , and
become a writer .
So that's
how Jee Ji has become my literary critic, if I get 100
out of 100 she will pass on my work to her uncle , but
she is the filter .
This makes me smile and is the ultimate irony, because her
English is
very good , though
her verbalizing is not as good as what's in her head ,
and she still has
to look words up in her electronic dictionary
. So I
have a Chinese literary critic , who is still learning
English !
So I gave
her another piece to read, it was "Its all in the Stars"
a comedy based
on me and Louise . This made her laugh and smile,
occasionally
Jee Ji would look up and ask
"What Mean?" and spell
out a
word and I'd explain and make her look it up in the
dictionary . So I'd be
smiling as I watched her read my story , and then I'd
smile even more when
she stopped to ask
for explanations of English words . God
really DOES
have the last
laugh , first I have to write something
funny , which is
hard in itself, then I have to write in such a way as to
please a Chinese
girl . Now that is the future which I have to bear
in mind. As for my
back catalogue
, I just have to hope that with
"The help of God and Two
Policemen
" as my mum always used to
say my old "stuff" will
pass the
Chinese filter and get 100 out of 100,and then a Chinese
uncle in Miami
or a Chinese uncle
in Shanghai will help this Birmingham England boy get
his foot in the door as a writer .
So I watch
from my rocking chair as she reads, as I watch for
smiles I admire her beauty , though I call her an "ugly mug" as
a joke ,
and as a way of making her realize that beauty is only
skin deep . And we
both realize too
its because we see each others heart that's why
we are
sitting opposite
each other , that's why I have a Chinese
critic of my
British humour, and yes God really DOES have a truly
great sense of
humour . If I can do the impossible then I will
perhaps finally get my
chance to be a
writer . Though I must immediately say
that my mum does
make the tea in Heaven so I'm sure she's bribing Saint
Jude , the patron
saint of the impossible ,
"Look , Saint Jude if you want the best tea for
all eternity
, just help Michael my youngest son
, let him make people
laugh for 70 years with his writing . But only if he can make his Chinese
girl give him 100 out of 100 . And only if its the “Will of God." .So
basically that's
the situation . Simple really, I just sit in my rocking
chair and watch Jee Ji smile and every now and then she
says "What Mean?"
and I explain and she checks it out in her electronic
dictionary , then she
laughs more when she reads the Chinese translation . I'm sure I can hear
God laughing in the background, but I REALLY do believe mum sent Jee Ji
to me , so I hope its just a matter of time before I
get my foot in the
door and I get a chance to be a writer . Having said that
perhaps I should
add that Time is God's greatest joke , didn't Padre Pio
once say something
like "The prayers I will say tomorrow will have
helped you yesterday ."
To finish
, perhaps I should just teach Jee Ji
more English and
then Hey Presto she'll see what a wonderful writer I am .
I'm laughing now
at my own stupidity , its more likely she'll think even
more how useless I
am as a writer , however God works in mysterious ways and
another thing my
mother used to say was "Far Fetched , Like S*** from
China." Why? Because
our meeting and
falling ion love is so unbelievable and so
far fetched
just like
"S*** from China" ***, so the
ultimate joke is that it takes a
real Chinese miracle for me to find a girl AND get
published .
Or can I hear God Laughing?
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