Thursday, 21 July 2022

Kdrama Night + Father Michael S.J.

Thursday, 21 July 2022

Kdrama night +. Fr. Michael S.J.

 well Totoro had a visit to the vet conjunctivitis is one eye

too much hiding in the neighbours garden

it's very expensive

I hope any grandkids I have become Vetst

though I very much doubt I'll live that long

average lifespan post Quadruple heart bypass is 11 years

and I've had 7, so if i get 4 more then I'm average

Though I did also do an online test

and even with my health conditions

because  I don't smoke nor drink

i drink so little I am classed as a non drinker

so anyway FAT is not an issue

I'll  live till 88 or was it 89

it said

which is practically immortal

So maybe I would have time

to have 4 more kids, maybe 1/2 Korean

and start a Kpop band

and as I have 3 breasts, I could help feed them too

Korea  love you

Meanwhile tonight on Tomorrow a Kdrama about Collecting Souls

and Saving Suicides, the ghost of a girl saved her husband

and he sung a beautiful song. I think it would be a hit if released

Even in England

I don't understand a word of it, apart from subtitles below

and it touched me so

Also in the Woo Lawyer show, an Autism client

was very interesting, and  touching too.

I root for the Autism girl, her movements are correct too

I've seen a guy in the street who has the same condition

and I was angry too, at how she was belittled in today's case

So all of you go watch Kdrama on your tv

and you can laugh and cry along too

My tinnitus is full on all day lately

who knows what the MRI and ECG will discover

at least no headache today, just NOISE and usual shoulder pain

This is my Life, PAIN

I could write full story stories but I cannot think clearly for a full HOUR

which what I need to write one

Hence the need for that speed typist

with the add on 4 kids becoming a Kpop band

maybe a nun will turn up and abandon her habit

And that reminds of an old story so I'll paste it in below


I wrote it in 2011 or 2013


Father Michael S.J. ©

By

Michael Casey

Michael just loved Louise to bits but sadly she did not love him , as she kept on telling

him . She was waiting for her dream man , but sadly he would never appear , so Michael had

to look elsewhere for a home for his love . So as he was beginning to learn Italian he thought

what if . What if he went to Rome , to the English College and trained for the priesthood , at

least his Italian would come in handy . Besides he just loved gossip and the confessional was

the perfect place to pick up hot juicy gossip . Then just think of it once he got back to England

and a Parish of his own he’d have a housekeeper , no more vacuum-cleaning for him, and

then he’d be invited out to people’s homes , so he’d never have to live off frozen food and a

cold life again . The more he thought about it , the more the idea appealed to him , yes he’d go

off to Rome and train for the priesthood . There was the question of sex of course , but he’d

cross that bridge when he came to it . There would always be a caring woman , even if they

didn’t actually have sex , it would be a kind of relationship of sorts , so he wouldn’t be lonely

, he was very talkative after all , he’d soon make friends of all sorts . He could be discrete

when he had to be after all .

So Michael started learning Italian , the book said put on a fake Italian accent and

mimic the tapes , he did feel a fool but if that was the way to learn then that’s what he’d do .

Good job nobody could see him as he first pretended to be the “Godfather” and then Don

Camillo . It was a sing-song kind of accent , up and down like a merry-go-round , but without

the dizzy sensation . He did four half hour lessons over the weekend , if it wasn’t fun he’d be

bored , so by using the little often method he was soon feeling comfortable with Italian .

Rome was nice , it always felt warm , well compared to Birmingham anyway .

Michael’s Italian wasn’t really needed as he was at the English College after all , but once

lessons were over he’d put some jeans on with an old tee shirt too , he ditched the shirt and tie

the first week he was there , it was just too hot . So jeans and tee shirt was his off duty

“uniform” , wandering around Rome was educational , everything seem vibrant , the accent

was funny at first , but after a month it no longer made him smile , they really did speak like

that , a sing song language , like birds twittering on trees . The prostitutes were also notable

by their beauty , if they were so pretty surely they didn’t need to sell their bodies , but it was

the oldest profession in the world , with story telling being the second oldest profession , no

doubt spilling the beans on who’d done what with whom . The girls grew to recognise Michael

, they called him a faggot at first when he turned down their offers of sex , until finally he told

them he was training for the priesthood . He was just sight-seeing , the “girls” hung out at the

popular sights , eager to pick up passing custom , so while Michael sat by the Trevi Fountain ,

and the Coliseum , and other popular places he’d see faces again and again . So soon he’d get

a nod and a wink from the girls as they waited for custom . He also saw them at early Sunday

Mass , they were still good Catholic girls after all .It was while he was sitting next to the Trevi

fountain that he met Maria , she was an Irish nun from Kerry . So Michael told her that his

family were Kerry people too , that broke the ice so they soon became firm friends . It was

very humid that night , so Maria took off her veil , only for her long red hair to come

tumbling down . Michael groaned inwardly , he just loved red hair , his lusts soon surfaced .

They went and had a few wines before saying their goodbyes, not before arranging to meet

again . So it soon became a regular feature , Maria would finish at the children’s home and

meet him at 9pm at the Trevi fountain . Soon she stopped wearing a veil , just a tee shirt and a

skirt . Michael’s lusts just grew and grew , and just when he thought they couldn’t get any

bigger they got bigger still .”You know I used to dream of meeting a red head , before I

decided to give my love to God “ he explained . “And I just love big shoulders on a man” came

the reply . Neither of them could stop themselves ,  so soon they were kissing . Several of

Michael’s prostitute friends applauded amongst the crowd ,  one even came up and gave him

the key to her flat . Michael looked at Maria and Maria looked at Michael . Inside five

minutes  they were in bed , having torn the clothes off each other . Celibacy would have to take

a back seat from now on . Maria’s tee shirt was torn in two , Michael’s was in tatters too , as

for the zip on his trousers , well that was just broken asunder . Their passions spent Michael

went through the wardrobe until he found two new tee shirts .

Making their way back to the Trevi fountain they were afraid to look each other in

the eye . Michael handed back the key to one of the girls ,  Antoinette wasn’t there but Julia

promised to return the key . “Nice tee shirts “ she said her hand in front of her mouth hiding

a smile . Michael and Maria parted ,  Maria had broken her vows , and Michael would have

broken  his if he’d had taken them yet . At least Maria wouldn’t be pregnant ,  her boyfriend

had ditched her for being infertile , so she ran away and became a nun , working with

children ,  because she couldn’t have any of her own she loved them the more . As for Michael

at least he hadn’t used a condom , so he hadn’t broken another old fashion Catholic law , so

his  conscience was at least clear on that count . As for the sex ,  well that was fantastic , though

he  wouldn’t mention it to Monsignor Ryan his tutor .

So it soon became a regular fixture  , Michael and Maria would meet by the fountain

and one of the prostitutes would hand Michael the key to her flat . The lust was up to Michael

and Maria . Eventually as the months passed the girls had a spare key made ,  so Michael

ended up with twenty keys on a big chain , he sounded like a Jailor as he walked the keys

jangling .  Rather than a priest who should have the sound of clicking as he walks ,  the sound

of rosary beads rattling . The years rolled by , the girls came to him for spiritual advice , his

only advice was use a condom , don’t catch any diseases from your clients , they are clients

and you are the client service . He also tried to remind them about the difference between love

and sex . Some of the girls did have boyfriends and husbands after all .  Sometimes selling

your body is the only answer if you have mouths to feed and bills to pay . Michael never saw

things in black and white any more , there were always shades of grey .” God is merciful “, is

what  he always said when he finished talking to the girls The time came for Michael’s

ordination ,  and Maria said the sex must stop , she was returning to England and she

wouldn’t  tell him where . Once he took his vows he must return to celibacy .  She would not

lead him astray , yes she’d broken her vows , but that was different , she wasn’t going to help

him break his . Michael couldn’t understand the logic .  He said he’d not take his vows ,  but

she insisted as did the prostitutes , he would make a good preacher and confessor , he had the

gift of listening , of not being judgemental , he would make a good priest , his mind was open .

But Maria’s legs were closed ,  and crossed . There would be no sex ,  he would just have to

accept it .  There would never be a relationship either , so he had to become a priest . If only

Louise had fallen in love with him he wouldn’t be in this predicament ,  but it was because

Louise turned him down that he had come to Rome and it was in Rome where he met Maria .

A redhead called Maria , who really did love him and fulfilled all his dreams and fantasies ,

and he hers .

God it wasn’t fair .  So Michael was ordained ,  with twenty prostitutes looking on , he

couldn’t  invite them as his personal guests , but they were there in the church looking on .

Barry and Steve had flown over from Birmingham to watch the ceremony ,  they hadn’t the

heart to tell Michael that Aston Villa were playing Roma in some football competition , that

was the real reason they were there . But the three of them got pissed together after the

ceremony ,  with Michael’s “girls” joining in the fun . So Michael was now Father Michael

S.J. ,  so soon he’d return to England and his new parish . The first thing he did was go back

to “Stats”  and say Mass for them in the production office . If they knew what he’d been up too

they’d all condemn him , all except his true friends . And if they knew the stories the carpet

tiles could tell , beneath their very feet . A lot happens on a weekend night shift in the 70s and

80s ,  the Trevi Fountain was not the only place where things happen !

So Michael was given his Parish  , it was in the Black Country just outside

Birmingham ,  it was the Parish of The Blacksmith and Singing Anvil , next to an old steel

works , it was actually called Saint Jude’s . Michael was depressed ,  he still loved Maria , he

should  have never become a priest , but there was a shortage , and they had to work till at

least 75 , that’s why late vocations were allowed . So he fervently prayed for guidance  , Saint

Jude is the patron saint of the impossible ,  so anything was possible . Then one day Mrs

Murphy came for confession ,  she was a good talker and he was a good listener , so eventually

he told her his confession . She was shocked at first but then she told him about her Patrick .

Patrick had been heartbroken when the girl of his dreams left him .  But one day when the

RSPCA came to pick up a stray dog hadn’t the RSPCA man been a woman ,  and hadn’t it

been love at first sight , even though Patrick had smelt like a poof . Patrick had smelt like a

poof because his friend Amjit had made him a curry , no ordinary curry but one called

“Calcutta Surprize” ,  because it caught you unawares . So Patrick had to shower repeatedly

because of the surprize , and he ended up smelling like a poof and when Patrick had tried to

explain to June , that was the RSPCA man’s or rather woman’s name she thought that Amjit

was his boyfriend , and not just a friend , and that “Calcutta Surprize” was some form of gay

sex act , and not a curry. Anyway Mrs Murphy’s tale had made Michael laugh  , so as there

was no more people to confess the pair went and had a cuppa in the presbytery . The long and

the short of it was that Patrick got June pregnant , and June had been saving herself . But it

was the will of God so Mrs Murphy was happy , besides Patrick was 30 and it least it proved

that he wasn’t really a poof !

The next day Maria arrived ,  Mrs Murphy knew what true love was , and she knew

Maria because she worked at the children’s home ,  you see Patrick was given a penance by

the priest for getting June pregnant before marriage , the penance was to raise money for the

children’s home . The very home where Maria had fled to , when she decided to end her

relationship with Michael , who says that life isn’t a circle . Maria rung the bell on the

presbytery door , Michael opened it and screamed with the shock . They didn’t get as far as

the bedroom , by the way you do know that all priests are given single beds to remind them

they are single , well that’s the theory anyway . No , they got as far as the stairs . Their child

was conceived on the stairs of St Jude’s presbytery . You see nothing is impossible to God , yes

he needs priests , but God believes in true love too . Michael got a job working for Patrick in

the bakery and Maria opened a sandwich shop , with Michael helping out . They went on to

have eight children , you see St Jude is emphatic , never say never ,never say impossible to St.

Jude or God for that matter,

LOVE WILL ALWAYS FIND A WAY .






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