Thanks to the Singapore crowd, here is IN Chinese the story so far of book 21, Fresh Fields

The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

Short stories from Birmingham PODAST TOO https://open.spotify.com/show/1wSSIExkhsR97u1jqj0iiR

Saturday, 10 June 2023

Thanks to the Singapore crowd, here is IN Chinese the story so far of book 21, Fresh Fields

IN Chinese the story so far book 21, FreshFields

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新鲜领域（c）

经过

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2020 年 11 月3日发布特朗普言论

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这就是特朗普之后的一切

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之后的早晨 ©

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好吧，在美国大选后几天，我开始为我的文字创建一个新的容器文件，因为 Word 无法处理 1,640,000 个左右的单词，这意味着我的文字垃圾箱现在变成了两个垃圾箱。我之前确实告诉过 Microsoft，当时 1,000,000 字似乎太多了。所以现在我要告诉他们我又疯了。请随时在多种设备上为我提供终生免费的 Word。虽然我不会屏住呼吸，但更有可能的是杰夫贝佐给我的女儿们终身免费书籍，或者教皇、特朗普和普京真的和特蕾莎梅在一个乐队里。虽然我确实写了一个关于一支全 4 人乐队的故事。

现实真的比小说更离奇，等一下，Yul Bremner，Kojak 长得很像就在我家门口，谁点了披萨？

所以我想逗大家开心，让我们大家振作起来，美国大选一直如此令人筋疲力尽，沼泽仍然存在，我在英国伯明翰这里。远处的景色似乎也好不到哪儿去。但感谢上帝，多种疫苗即将到来，而 Warp speed 并未为其提供资金。老实说吧。因此，我的 Angel Gabriel 从希腊抵达的那天就是疫苗消息到达的同一天，即昨天 2020 年 11 月 9日。

所以每个人都头疼，整个世界都松了一口气。那么你有多少个早晨？我关于鞋子的 Kdrama，我做我做围绕着一个床头柜，像往常一样非常有趣，并且确实提醒我们女人不需要男人依赖。她可以自己决定。虽然在 Kdrama 土地上有很多曲折，但非常有趣，也很感人。一个大女人，被一个男人鞭策了，她该怎么办，爱情是不是先长出来的，是后生的。我真的推荐 Kdramas，我用韩语看字幕，但你可以更改设置。

事后还有其他的早晨，酒精和庆祝会导致遗憾，但有时候你确实需要做一些事情，My Way，并且不要后悔。你可以终生忍受垃圾、坏老板或其他恶霸。你咬着嘴唇或什么也不说，所以欺负者变得更大。我现在比我年轻的时候更自信，他们说你随着年龄的增长而成熟，对我来说，与我年轻的时候相比，现在的“愤怒”更大。在我有一个目标之前，存钱买房子，然后为我年幼的孩子努力工作，长时间轮班工作，包括 14 年的夜晚，夜班也长达 12 小时。

但是当你在做家务的时候看着别人喝酒、抽烟等等时，你会为你的目标和你的家人做你必须做的事情。现在我只是一个身无分文的作家坐在这里和大家说话，我在家，我能做的就是写作，因为我痛苦的生活即将走向何方？更多的痛苦，还有很多很多的话。虽然我确实想让你微笑和大笑，但我会挖掘我的记忆并将照片放在你的脑海中。如果我不刮胡子，我现在看起来确实更像圣诞老人，就像昨天和我来自希腊的新天使加布里埃尔合影一样。所以当我穿着红色衣服去商店时，路过的孩子们想知道那是圣诞老人吗，妈妈？仍然戴着我的墨镜，就像一个坏圣诞老人。思维敏捷的妈妈们会告诉孩子们要守规矩，否则圣诞老人就不会来了。

思维敏捷的猫，在圣诞节攻击火鸡，我自己的妈妈不得不把我们的火鸡藏在储藏室里，并在我们的黑猫吉恩拿到它的地方切下一块，否则就把它扔掉。同一只猫总是知道星期天是什么时候，因为从将近 60 年前开始，她从鸡身上获取内脏已有 20 年了。珍还爬上了我们的小盒子圣诞树，它滚了下来，否则她坐在旧盒子电视上，因为所有的阀门都让它变热，猫不是在热铁皮屋顶上，而是在关掉的电视上，一位早期的电视评论家.当她在客厅的同一个角落使用时，她在室内便便。龙猫我的猫，更聪明，在洗澡时会发出嘘声，她是自学成才的，因为她很聪明，是一只双语猫。

我可以继续谈论猫，相反，我会带你去 The Bad Cat that Wasn’t 这是一个很好的故事，充满悲伤，但仍然是一个很好的读物。除了我的 Lech Boris 和 Gregorgi 故事，我的斯拉夫朋友们真的让我发笑，任何俄罗斯读者都应该点击翻译并尝试与来自 Popaloffoff 的波兰/乌克兰/俄罗斯堂兄弟的故事。有一天可以制作卡通片甚至真人电影，所以普京就这样做了。

再看看电视上的Queens Gambit系列，结局太棒了，在公园里和俄罗斯老男人下棋，真是太棒了。如今，我们有幸拥有如此多的选择，所以 Covid 时代一直是一个诅咒，但一线希望是电视。是的，我知道你们都在说什么，但你们必须积极向上，否则我们的灵魂会留在垃圾堆里。我们都必须再次起床，Covid 之后的那个早晨，又是阳光明媚的日子。从泥土中的花朵，我们将再次仰望星空。

诺贝尔广告艺术 ©

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昨天我收到一封来自一家真正正规公司的奇怪电子邮件，他们知道他们是谁，而且是中文的。然后今天我从同一家公司撤回，说不用担心。我有很多语言的垃圾，这是我自己的错，因为我的 Wordpress https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/上有大量我的书籍和故事的翻译，所以我可以惹恼世界。韩国现在正盯着我看，这是否会导致任何事情只有时间才能证明。所以全世界都认为我会说多种语言，好吧，黑客和开玩笑的人会用多种语言向我发送垃圾邮件。它确实只在我的网站上说英语，如果我可以谷歌翻译那么他们也可以。我确实用英语写所有东西，毕竟是我的母语。不管怎样，因为昨天那封杂散的电子邮件，我今天才谈到这个。但在我忘记之前，我只是删除了所有说明人们快要死了，或者他们在银行工作的电子邮件。我只需点击网络钓鱼，希望他们丢失他们的电子邮件帐户和/或警察来带走他们和他们的 1 亿美元，以及他们的垄断集。

这让我回到广告，但首先我必须关上窗户，天气很冷，我女儿从大学六年级回来，在厨房里烧了她的晚餐，臭味已经蔓延到这里，我当时打开的“书房”窗户和臭味变得更浓，我女儿说它比我的 BO 或须后水好，但我离题了。那我们为什么要做广告？进行推广和销售。显然我不擅长销售，否则我会住在伯明翰的豪华区 Harborne。我会一直待在这里直到我死去，有些日子感觉非常接近，但我的背在 2 周后正在愈合，但我现在像 Groucho Marx 一样四处走动，我只能站立一分钟左右痛苦太多了。 10年前我的背受伤了，它随机点击，心脏搭桥后从心脏医院出来的那天就到了后医院的预约，对英和杨来说就这么多了。也许如果我有更多的孩子，我和我想象中的韩国 Kpop 妻子，我们会叫我们的女儿 Ying Casey 和 Yang Casey。

广告是为了销售和分享。教堂有标志，给我们每天的面包，果酱甜甜圈面包师也有。通过广告你可以赚钱，然后你就可以过上奢侈的生活。虽然我之前说过我会捐钱，但如果我赚到了，你需要的就够了，然后分享剩下的。但让我们回到广告。你的着装是一种广告形式，自拍才是最终的广告。看我这么厉害，你是不是嫉妒了。当女孩们噘嘴并伸出屁股时，但我的屁股更大、更紧、更结实，我的屁股上没有脂肪团。虽然我的多毛，也许我应该为 Harry 的完美臀部剃须做广告，虽然他们确实说他们的剃刀不适合头部，但臀部呢？我应该发送给他们并通过电子邮件询问吗？或者前面是否有一条全新的职业道路。

我还能宣传什么？卫生纸，我用够了，所以我是行家。看看床单，我说的床单，数数床单，因为有些报价不如其他报价。如果您想要我的专家意见，Kirkland 纸是最好的，每张纸，它有很长的路要走，并且比英国的领导者 Andrex 更有价值。你们现在都会关注亚马逊。并且不要忘记婴儿湿巾不会冲走，它们只会堵塞和淹没，就像一个朋友因为有人使用婴儿湿巾而患上洪水，然后被堵塞和淹没一样。是的，那件事很臭。

在英国，幽默更多地被用来卖东西，据说我们的一些广告比进口的电视节目更好。是的，我很乐意写广告，我可以得到四位数的报酬。这是一个例子，所以如果你想让我为你写。 Michael Casey 是来自伯明翰的胖胖的银发作家，伯明翰就是英国的伯明翰。关于他，我们能说些什么呢，他是如此可爱，你选择了他，他会让你开怀大笑，你会生下长着柔软的银发的漂亮孩子。他真是个好人，到处都是伤疤，就像海盗一样，胸口的伤疤总是那么长，还有一个像疝气一样美味的气球从他的旁路伤疤中戳出来，它像气球一样充满了空气，如果你让迈克尔凯西笑了，他”会哭的，很痛，就像他笑的时候很痛。真有趣。当他脱掉裤子时，你会看到他腿上的伤疤，那里的血管被采集到他的心脏。看到一个男人的优美身材，害怕挽救他的生命，从脚踝到他的顽皮部位。但他的腿是如此强壮，被结实而大的臀部顶住，顶住，而不是白杨。碧昂斯 (Beyonce) 收到了剪影，她非常羡慕，她用球衣藏起了自己的剪影，或者是 JayZee。然后在他的身体上移动一个毛茸茸的左肩，一个 A3 大小的棕色胎记被毛发覆盖。女士们，甚至男士们读到这篇文章时，你们会感到心悸吗？ Could you control your lust, would you, could you, must you, 你刚刚也有。 9 个月后，小迈克尔斯到来了。还是这个广告太糟糕太可怕了，你只想用它来擦屁股。我没有希望，没有未来成为更多的父亲吗？敲门声是什么，是求婚者，还是只是亚马逊送了更多卫生纸。

韩剧和我 ©

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就像承诺的那样，我的背痛痊愈了，脸也刮了胡子，现在我的屁股就位了，在我的椅子上，所以如果你坐得舒服，那我就开始了。什么是韩剧，它是一部韩国肥皂剧，一种 16 小时长的迷你剧。这不是互联网上的热门话题。这是一款面向家庭的香皂，就像英国的加冕街。虽然韩剧的拍摄方式像詹姆斯邦德，有很多高端的东西，还有大量的产品放置，但由于我很穷，我不知道放置了什么产品。韩国的生活水平也高得多。例如三星的折叠手机，2000 英镑，我用谷歌搜索，差点从马桶上掉下来。不，我不是特朗普，我在倾倒或抽水时从不使用电话。我正在看钢琴系列中的 Go Ara，正在使用那些花哨的手机，所以我用谷歌搜索。因此，您可以看到该系列中的高端品质。韩国也是丘陵之国，总是有人在山上走来走去。

时尚也很棒，就像詹姆斯·邦德里的人物一样，都是迷你剧。我在上海的时候，有一次看到在街上拍戏，显然他们是等我走出镜头才继续拍的。是的，韩剧比我们以前看的中国剧要好，所以在过去的两年里，自从我们搬到新家后，我发现并喜欢我的韩剧。

现在在韩剧界，女孩们真的很漂亮，男孩们看起来也像男模。他们在出道前学习了长达5年，这就是为什么唱歌和演技如此出色的原因。格式是爱，失而复得，等待初吻，可能要8集，情侣接吻之前，没有耦合，只是接吻。所以期待越来越高，直到随着一阵音乐和背景歌曲的响起，接吻开始了。它与宝莱坞不同，您必须请您的印度朋友为您解释其中的区别。

音乐的激增和亲吻，心碎和分手，最后回归真爱。有点软弱但不是。这一切都非常有趣，就像我现在正在看的钢琴韩剧中《爱乐之城》中理发店里的那群女士一样。还有车祸和动作，看 K2，那也很棒，Yoona 在里面，是的，她是我对 K-drama 的初恋。然后是关于 Ghost catchers 的，从过去来到未来的流行歌星。机器人女孩，太敏感的男人，别忘了擦鞋皂等等。女孩们很漂亮，男孩们很坚强。这些故事充满了曲折，都有响亮的配乐和主题。口音可以很重很大声，几乎像漫画书，但一般都是正常的，但韩语，所以我看字幕，你可以根据自己的口味改变设置。当女孩们哭的时候，总是泪流满面，让人心碎，甚至男演员有时也会哭。那些眼泪会洗去任何疑虑，它必须是韩剧。

所以这就是为什么我梦想有一个来自韩国的快速打字员，他会为我打出 Tears for a Butcher，尽管我可能也需要后台专家。然后我们结婚并生了 4 个孩子，并组建了我们自己的 Kpop 乐队。虽然这一切都只是在我的脑海里，在梦幻岛，所以 Go Ara 永远不会到达，因为我们搬家时丢失了钢琴……。

当圣诞老人的天使前来救援时 ©

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圣诞老人很伤心，即使他感染了 Covid 19，他认为他在北极是安全的，但不，他感染了 Covid 19。所以他怎么能继续杀戮并送礼物，除此之外，所有那些祖父母呢？正在避难，今年圣诞节可能看不到他们的孙子孙女。一切都太悲伤了，圣诞老人只想哭泣并向他的妈妈请求拥抱。他吸了吸鼻子，鲁道夫把他的羊毛衫往后推，盖得更多，鲁道夫也很担心，没人知道该怎么办。鲁道夫从巨大的冰屋里偷偷溜出来，差点哭出来，他不得不把眼泪藏起来不让圣诞老人看到，驯鹿必须永远坚强。鲁道夫看向天空，一颗流星从头顶掠过。但这不是流星，而是空间站。

鲁道夫灵机一动，龙舱已经把空间站塞满了人，轮流来帮助他。鲁道夫飞向天空，他的红鼻子在闪烁，SOS，SOS，SOS，正如你所知，这意味着拯救我们的圣诞老人，拯救我们的圣诞老人，拯救我们的圣诞老人。太空人以为他们看到了什么，但修道士正在舒适的书房里为他们朗读圣诞颂歌。当他们兴奋地说鲁道夫在闪着他们时，他从他的第 1版圣诞颂歌下面拍下了圣诞老人的照片。刹那间，他知道该怎么办了，帕帕洛夫的三个堂兄弟必须去北极帮助拯救圣诞老人。

现在，一位退休的美国将军如何让俄罗斯提供帮助。和尚拨通了一个号码，然后没有说话，只是用拇指在电话上敲了敲，用摩尔斯电码向朋友求情。弗拉基米尔能不能把三个堂兄弟带到北极。现在弗拉基米尔只是个看门人，至少他是这么说的，但他的手掌管着很多馅饼。所以当他听到莫尔斯时，他当然会帮忙。什么也没说，什么也没说，只是在他朋友多年前给他的特殊电话上轻敲轻敲。总有一天，我们会用僧侣低声说的这部手机来拯救世界。手机贴在玛丽圣像的背面，这是一个超级大国送给另一个超级大国的礼物，是兄弟之间的礼物。

和尚笑了，他私人办公室的墙上挂着一模一样的圣像，你看圣像是有力量的，因为它们都画着爱和祈祷。和尚又回到了太空人的睡前故事。与此同时，一架直升飞机降落在波帕洛夫身上，三位堂兄几乎没有讨论就离开了。 Lech、Boris 和 Gregorgi 获得了北极天气套件，并被告知要快速穿好衣服。 Alexi Goodenoff 小声说，这是上天的命令，你要拯救圣诞老人，他救了你，现在轮到你救他了。所有人都穿着白色的衣服，戴着谷歌眼镜，每人一瓶伏特加，他们被转移到飞机上。 Alexi Goodenoff 解释道，现在你可以喝伏特加了，因为他们要做的事太疯狂了，只有疯子、傻瓜或 Popaloffoff 的人才敢这么做。如果被要求做这种危险的事情，詹姆斯邦德本人会说我应该喝可可。 3 个表兄弟会从飞机上直接跳到北极冰架上，他们会穿上滑雪板，只有鲁道夫的闪光鼻子会成为他们的灯塔。圣诞老人需要帮助，而且只有他们会这样做。

现在回到帕帕洛夫，圣像闪闪发光，爱，祈祷的力量与男孩们在一起。你可以从 Papaloffoff 中取出一个人，但 Papaloffoff 总是在这个人身上。所以力量在他们身上脉动，就像他们每人喝下的 2 升伏特加一样。毕竟北极可能会很冷。亚历克西·古德诺夫 (Alexi Goodenoff) 把他们推出了飞机，因为飞机正在减速并降到低处。鲁道夫一闪而过，和他的伙伴们一起把猎物拖到后面。距离很近，但鲁道夫是专业人士，他们抓住了从天而降的三个表兄弟。莱赫、鲍里斯和格雷戈吉打了一个嗝、撞了一个屁、放了一个屁，安全地被杀了。每人两升伏特加，真是放松身心的好方法，所以他们很快就睡着了。他们醒来发现自己在圣诞老人面前，他们拥抱了。圣诞老人穿着宇航服，以确保他没有向他们传播 Covid 19。

所以你看孩子们，我只是没有精力，所有 Covid 19 等等。所以鲁道夫认为你可以帮忙，因为精灵也感染了 Covid 19，所以我也没有任何礼物。但爱就是你所需要的，三位堂兄弟含糊不清地说，他们每人喝了 2 升伏特加酒后还没有清醒过来。我们应该在这个圣诞节给每个人天使，这就足够了，我们在天上听到的天使。说到这里，一位母亲哭了，眼泪像珍珠一样洒了一地，这是国王决定的。这个圣诞节，全世界的每个人都将成为来自圣诞老人的特别天使，或者更确切地说是 Lech、Boris 和 Gregorgi。

表亲们被告知，他们所要做的就是将天使贴在窗户上，不要爬下烟囱，因为它们太大了，圣诞老人有魔力，可以让他从烟囱里下来，可悲的是，对于 Covid 19，它可能是最好不要进入世界的房屋。又是一位母亲的哭声，高高的星星从身边掠过。 Covid 19 这种邪恶的害虫正在竭尽全力伤害所有人。但是来自 Papaloffoff 的男孩们正在执行一项任务，当他们飞过天空时，东方、北方、南方和西方的图标开始发光。在教堂和书店，以及隐藏在银行金库中的私人收藏中，圣像，神圣的圣像正在活跃起来。你看，这不是一个像圣诞颂歌那样的故事。今晚祈祷、希望和爱将从天堂降临，Covid 19 可能会下地狱。

诺拉德每年圣诞节都会追踪圣诞老人，但这个圣诞老人似乎非常不稳定，突然出现，或者是 Popaloff 到处跑，直到最后圣诞老人似乎分裂成三个。诺拉德不明白，但僧侣和看门人弗拉基米尔知道，当他们各自喝可可和伏特加时，他们微笑着，房间里的圣像闪闪发光。你看，在这个圣诞节，一位母亲的眼泪让她所有的祈祷都得到了回应。

在每家每户都有一个天使被贴在窗户上，我们听到天使在高处，在 excelsis deo 中歌唱荣耀。英国最伟大的艺术专家安德鲁格雷厄姆迪克森正在浴室刮胡子时有人敲窗户，他打开窗户看到莱赫向他扔了一个天使。几分钟后，鲍里斯和另一个天使在那里，再过几分钟，安德鲁·格雷厄姆·迪克森第三次敲门，是格雷戈吉和第三个天使，格雷戈吉确实偷了坐在窗台上的一罐吉尼斯黑啤酒。安德鲁格雷厄姆狄克逊看起来像圣诞老人，脸上满是剃须泡沫。他笑了，一定是布丁。

依此类推，来自 Papaloffoff 的男孩们飞了起来，仍然喝醉了 3 份，但仍然无处不在地运送天使。现在你不会相信接下来发生的事情。是的，他们睡着了，然后 3 变成了 1，或者更确切地说，他们三个都回到了杀戮中。清晨，全世界的人们都高兴地看到天使出现在他们的窗前。完美的天使，天使般的偶像。现在的问题是，当玛丽看着她的天使时，她开始哭了，要是爷爷在就好了。爷爷看着他的天使，如果我能看到我的孙女玛丽，她会喜欢这个天使的。她这样做了，爷爷也这样做了。就在他们同时这么说的时候，一个全息图，或者说是圣光图出现了。爷爷真的和玛丽在一起，玛丽也真的和爷爷在一起。你看到了爱的力量，祈祷，图标风格。玛丽真的和她爷爷在他家，而爷爷也和玛丽在她家。

现在全世界都在发生这种事，只要想着我，我就会在那里，伸出手祈祷说出我的名字，我就会在那里。因此，由于天使的力量，每个人都在一起，即使他们是分开的。这就是图标的作用。现在也许我对每个 2 升伏特加的看法是错误的，也许它毕竟不是伏特加。也许只是也许是圣水，所以三个堂兄弟到处都在呼吸圣水，这是一种祝福，所以家人可以在一起。

有一个脚注。当 Andrew Graham Dixon 检查他的三个 Angels 时，因为他是 Popaloffoff 的朋友所以他得到了三个，他发现它们实际上是失落已久的宝藏。《三位天使》是圣彼得堡的一套，他喜极而泣后还给了莫斯科的看门人弗拉基米尔。谁允许他随心所欲地拍摄，因为如果你认识看门人，任何门都可以打开。

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经过

迈克尔凯西

这将是 2020 Words 的最后一篇文章，这将使我在封面上戴上“面具”，毕竟我们正处于 Covid 年。特朗普希望能从舞台右侧，最右侧退出。我们再也见不到他了。他已经腐蚀了他所触及的一切，现在我想到了格鲁吉亚。

我总是有一个头衔，然后我就走了，所以我有一个头衔，我知道加入的地方以及我和你会去哪里。但是我有很多想法，所以这将是第三个想法，我们将一起看看我的去向。我的背痛已经一个月了，但至少我可以在屋子里走动了。我已经一个月没有下山或出门了。是的，我必须避免 Covid 19，因为我的健康记录如何，但我就是无法去任何地方，这是/是痛苦。不管怎样，我在衣橱里发现了一个旧的“Flasher Mac”，我把它当作步行羽绒被，它真的很暖和，虽然我不会在外面穿“Flasher Mac”。我回收所有东西，一直这样做了 50 多年，所以当人们讲课时我会微笑，他们最近变穷了吗？他们没有想象力吗？不要扔掉，不要再次使用，不要放弃，或者意思是把他们的 S*&% 卖给你，套用我爸爸的话，或者准确地说，人们是如此刻薄，他们不会把他们的 S*&% 卖给你.

这有什么关系？好吧，我在写作的时候形成了一个想法，在我进行的时候弥补了它，但我确实有一个巨大的水库，所以我只是点击它。我记得我爸爸常说你好亲爱的，你好吗？只有六个孩子的父亲可以这样说，而不会被误解，一位农民叔叔会说，你好迈克尔，我亲爱的年轻人，他在酒吧里拍了我的膝盖，顺便说一下，他是五个孩子的父亲。所以一个你好，真的很重要。我本人在 2002 年至 2005 年的酒店时代，伯明翰 NEC 皇冠假日酒店，我曾经向每个人打招呼。我就像一只欢迎所有人的小狗。客人告诉我我是酒店里最好的东西，我会允许自己透露真相，不包括 flasher mac，现在已经很久以前了。是的，这是最受欢迎的酒店。

在山下，我去商店时喜欢打招呼，我们家路上的老安妮说她去公司上班，她现在 80 多岁了。正是所有这些微小的社交互动构成了我们社会的喋喋不休的水泥，是的，我在 1987 年第一次写《屠夫、面包师》和《送葬者》时创造了这个词，以防万一有人想称我为语言窃贼。喋喋不休的水泥把我们联系在一起，在过去的日子里，在肉铺里，那里是供任何疲倦的顾客坐下的椅子，这在我的漫画小说中也是如此。可能是风格的原因吧，普通人翻译过来读的，一天最多10种不同的语言，我现在有80个国家的读者。正是事物的普遍性使它们流行起来，尽管我可能在得到任何认可之前就已经死了。只要我的女儿们阅读了我所有的文件，她们就会永远拥有我的一部分。

人们打招呼，却怀念胖胖的弗兰克，因为有一天他的回声不存在了。我今天没有伸手去拿空气清新剂，这是为什么呢？有人见过弗兰克吗，你是说胖子弗兰克。不，我想知道为什么我不必打开窗户。现在这是我本可以写的故事的选项 2，但你得到的是选项 3，作为测试，你可以为自己写一个一页的故事，然后将其翻译成英语供皇后区使用，而不是 Marg，曾经读过我的东西，玛格代表黄油，或者是陛下。如果有人想被称为陛下，我会告诉他们亲吻我的 a*&^。你可以为此大发雷霆，是的，胖子弗兰克摔下了楼，但店主来了发现了他。就像在 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 中一样，店主拯救了一天和孩子的生命，你可以通过我的 wordpress 自己阅读这本书https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/

或者甚至在亚马逊上购买我的英文原版https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

那么为什么问候如此重要呢？这意味着我们彼此认识，我们注意到彼此，我们不是一群陌生人。 StatMR，我在 1978 年开始从事计算机工作，对酒精销售进行市场研究，是的。这是众所周知的朋友聚会，人们不想回家，这就是工作的性质，它涉及长时间的工作。我可以列出所有的名字，但他们知道他们是谁，我只会用 G 向 Gill 打个招呼，因为我喜欢她对我写作的评价，我带领人们走上花园小径。

所以这个 2020 年的 Covid 19 已经让我们中的一些人跪下了，但跪下可能是一个非常有趣的姿势。我可以列出我的意思，但你们中的一些人领先于我，所以我就把它留在那里，因为吉尔打了我一巴掌。我说的是系鞋带的事，这一切都在你的脑海里，随心所欲。现在在酒吧让路，StatsMR 来这里做他们的下班后，对酒精进行市场调查。因此，当我向 Covid 19 说再见时，您向他们问好。

旧衣换新 ©

迈克尔·凯西

我有一段时间没有写故事故事了，所以就这样吧。这实际上将进入我的第 21本书，21 门钥匙，我刚刚给它命名，所以一年后再回来，我会给你 200 页左右，或 100,000 字，但只有上帝知道.我是怎么想到这个主意的，几秒钟前我什么都没有，好吧，我的小女儿坐在我旁边的办公桌旁，在我的旧 Flasher Mac 上评论说，我穿着它是为了保暖。那是一个火花，将成为一个故事，所以如果你坐得舒服，那么我就开始了。

格里在慈善商店工作，他把所有的衣服分类并挂在衣架上，并在匆忙后整理。匆忙主要是寻找便宜货的老人，它不像 Primark 那样随处可见的内裤被丢弃，也不像 Old Hens Nest 酒吧的后面，内裤过去也被丢弃，但那是另一回事了。不，格里不是起搏器，尽管他体内确实装有起搏器，所以他避免站得太靠近收音机。总而言之，尽管他喜欢他的工作，每周 3 天都在温暖的商店里工作，所以他在他住在塔楼的地方节省了取暖费。

在慈善商店工作有好处，当旧货变脏时，他可以更便宜地买到。所以所有的色调和时尚都成为他的热情，他有一台洗衣机并且知道如何使用它，所以他最终成为了一个非常忠实的时尚追随者。附近有一个 6 th Form，还有一个退休村，所以各种各样的衣服都落在了 Charity 商店，Gerry 混搭，不再是纽约的英国人，更像是来自伯明翰的花花公子。 George Melly，但没有肚子，虽然他确实知道如何让他的帽子倾斜。他在电视上看了Jools Holland，学会了所有的技巧，站得住脚，让衣服唱歌，毕竟是音乐节目。

所以这一切意味着每天出现在商店里的时候看起来都不一样，几乎是快乐的，但更快乐。顺便说一句，同性恋意味着快乐，如果你还不到 50 岁，你甚至可能都不知道这一点。 Trevor 是 Gay，他是个 gay Gay，脸上总是挂着微笑，他还在 Charity shop 做了一天，显然他和 Gerry 一拍即合。 Trevor 正在附近的大学学习时尚，在 Charity 商店工作的同时他可以思考这个世界，这也给了他时尚的灵感。他还可以买下旧的旧存货并将其转化为新的东西。所以二加二等于四，不要关上那扇门，因为他们喜欢空气流过慈善商店。 Trevor 需要一个模特，而 Garry 被拉进来了。我还应该说人们认为 Gerry 和 Trevor 是一对奇怪的夫妻，或者父子，这就是它的开始。

格里可以摆姿势，他是一个非常好的老装腔作势者，后来与 Jools Holland 确保了这一点。他甚至开始画黑色眼线，这样他在 Trevor’s Book of Clothes 的照片和视频中看起来会更好看。是的，Trevor 也是一位伟大的设计师，与 Gerry 一起，他是一个起搏器，但 Uni 的时尚团队是一个伟大的大家庭，所以 Gerry 在那里感到非常高兴。他出现在更多和学生的服装书籍中。

事情进展顺利，他甚至遇到了希明利小姐，她涂着多汁的红色唇膏和渔网紧身裤，戴着贝雷帽，贝雷帽旋转着彩虹的不同颜色。但除此之外，她是 Oh La La French，穿着铅笔紧身裙和红色皮夹克。这就是她的样子，她不在乎别人怎么想，她是 Oh La La 小姐，事实上，透过她的墨镜，每个人都这么称呼她。

Gerry 的生活开花结果，他和 Larry 一样快乐，甚至可能和 Larry Grayson 一样快乐，现在他再也没有灰色的一天，只是一个同性恋“儿子”，所以在时装周上，他被邀请参加走秀。这意味着很多快速变化，但 Himmingly 小姐说它会顺利进行，她会站在窗帘后面，撕下他的衣服帮助他做好准备。几乎就像白小鸡中的场景。所以这就是她所做的，他走在路上，她撕下他背上的衣服。却在激动和迷茫中，弄丢了自己的衣服。所以 Himmingly 小姐说他可以穿他的法国 mac，她会开着她的 2CV 开车送他回家。所以这就是他们所做的。

在 13楼，那是一个星期五，Gerry 让 Oh La La 小姐进来，然后他把她的 mac 还给了她。现在，如果你花一个晚上的时间撕掉一个男人的衣服，那会非常刺激。所以欧啦啦小姐建议，既然她以时尚的名义多次撕掉他的衣服，那么他也应该这样做。格瑞觉得这有点儿玩笑，但他还是顺从了她的意愿，直到她赤身裸体出现在他面前。她脱掉了他的长裤。冲动消失了，她认识他是个模特，现在她认识他是个男人。是不是错了，13日星期五放弃同性恋放弃。 Oh La La Himmingly 小姐，她戴着太阳镜来掩饰她对过去爱情的心碎，现在她会把它们扔掉，永远快乐和快乐。你看，加里可能有心脏起搏器，但他对节奏了如指掌，无疑是 Jools Holland 和后来的人。

希明格丽小姐问，你觉得我是婊子吗？不，Gerry the Urge 会说，现在是我们俩的时间了。此外，我们的孩子都可以戴小贝雷帽，而我可以留个小胡子。哦啦啦，13号变成了14号和15号。整整三天，直到住在隔壁的 StatsMR 的吉尔敲了敲门，向他们泼了一桶冰水，蒸汽才升起。

这就是格里和他的心脏起搏器如何成为心脏起搏器并娶了一个妻子，是的，她年轻 30 岁，但爱就是爱。 Charity 商店关门了，但 Himmingly 小姐接管了租约，并在商店里出售她时尚学生的衣服。他们确实为她设计了一款哺乳文胸，红色淫荡的乳胶材质，毕竟是学时装的，而且那个设计居然大卖。所以这是一个真实的爱情故事，你永远不知道爱情什么时候会来，你现在关上那扇门，有点冷。

为我的儿子找个妻子 ©

迈克尔·凯西

众所周知，埃丝特是墨菲夫人的朋友，现在是好朋友，如果你记得他们是偶然认识的话。墨菲夫人的儿媳父亲在扶轮社工作，一名宇航员前来发表演讲并帮助筹集资金。他提到了太空毯，坎普先生想知道他可以在哪里为他女儿的爱尔兰岳母买一条。宇航员笑了，但当他听说墨菲夫人祈祷太多，却感冒了时，他的雷达出现了。因此，他离开时回到坎普先生身边，握了握他的手，递给他一张名片，并在背面写下了让墨菲夫人拨打这个号码的信息。号码是埃丝特的，她是一个什么都不缺的女人，她的儿子是太空大富翁，造卫星什么的。以斯帖结交了很多朋友，真正的朋友，她可以和她分享八卦，他们不是为了接近儿子而狂妄自大。所以宇航员和每个人都是非正式的朋友猎手。如果你拥有世界上所有的钱，朋友，真正的朋友就是价值连城的珍珠。因此，墨菲夫人以为这是一家折扣店之类的地方就拨了电话，埃丝特也顺从了，因为她调出了卫星信号，并告诉墨菲夫人她的后烟囱后面有几块石板不见了。这后来导致 Esther 和 Tiny 来到马耳他，奇迹般地诞生了三胞胎，这反过来又导致了马耳他，但你可以找到那些故事，以及当军士长亲吻将军时，这只是因为 Esther 发现没有只有两个编码天才，而她在奇迹般的三胞胎出生后正在前往马耳他的路上。真的很简单，也许这位作家注定要去韩国，因为这一切听起来都像 Kdrama，但我离题了。

Esther 的儿子是个数学奇才，Esther 本人喜欢扑克，现在仍然如此，但是为了为她儿子的第一个想法找到种子资金，Esther 玩扑克并打败了所有人，包括当地的黑手党老大。被一个犹太小姑娘打太丢人了，他们就不停地请她回来，她就不停地打他们，但黑手党永远不知道什么时候结束。以斯帖看着他们打牌的后屋里的麦当娜雕像，对自己说，听玛丽就像一个犹太人对另一个犹太人说的那样，你帮助我，我也会帮助你。

埃丝特从未输给黑手党，所以她很快就有了足够的种子资金来支持她十几岁的儿子的第一个想法。她的儿子成了百万富翁，之后他就不需要任何人了，钱生钱。以斯帖信守诺言，因此圣裘德得到了一位匿名捐助者，一个又一个的上诉得到了回应。至于黑手党，他们求她继续打牌，她就打了，毕竟好玩。直到他们全都被抓，跑到Sing Sing，他们以为他们的家人会遭殃，但Esther却给他们每人寄了一张明信片。患难见真情，爱以斯帖和圣裘德。你可以猜到其余的。

所以这些年，她的儿子从百万富翁变成了亿万富翁，总是那么忙，他从来没有时间陪老婆。意大利女孩很好，埃丝特认识很多，这要归功于她玩扑克，以及与圣裘德的关系。她也认识很多犹太人，在圣殿下，他们都想见见她的儿子，但似乎都不够好。当有一个可以当儿媳的女孩时，埃丝特让他们用卫星跟踪，用鬼魂步行。不会有淘金者诱捕她的儿子。有几个非常不错的女孩子，她正准备介绍给她儿子，但总是有一个但是。一个人即将被抢劫，但鬼魂介入并打破了他们所有 4 人的骨头。我应该解释一下，特种部队是幽灵埃丝特使用的级别。有点像，詹姆斯邦德，或杰森伯恩，或兰博和终结者，他们是埃丝特的孩子。所以这一次是詹姆斯·邦德出面干预，这位女士立即对他产生了好感，所以他最终娶了她。是的，历史确实会重演，所以她的鬼魂得到了这个女孩，而不是她自己的儿子。但是幽灵们和他们的妻子更爱以斯帖。

以斯帖正在为一个幽灵的孩子参加成年礼，她拖着她的儿子一起去，圣殿已经被双重预订，但神父。迈克尔提供了圣裘德的教堂大厅，因此在那里举行了成人礼。她的儿子正在玩他的电话，而埃丝特像蜜蜂一样嗡嗡作响，听到她的鬼魂家人的所有消息。一边嗡嗡作响，埃丝特叹了口气，我的家庭变大了，但不是我自己的骨肉家庭。埃丝特叹了口气，她看到了角落里的圣母像。也许我做得不够好，玛丽作为一个犹太人对另一个犹太人，如果我能为我的儿子找到一个好妻子我可以幸福地死去，你以前也是这样唠叨你的儿子吗？

现在上帝以神秘的方式工作，就在那一刻，一个女仆倒在了以斯帖儿子伸出的腿上。到处都是陶器，她儿子的手机摔在地上。每个人都抬起头来，神父。迈克尔正要介入，但一只手阻止了他，埃丝特知道，她就是知道，就像任何犹太母亲都知道的那样。她的儿子扶起女服务员，他道歉。抱歉，你叫什么名字？玛丽，当然是玛丽。埃丝特看着雕像，眨了眨眼，她不知道，他们会在马耳他再次相遇。

真是惊天动地，以斯帖四处寻找适合她儿子的妻子，然后有人爱上了他，或者拜倒在他的脚下。玛丽在各方面都很完美，不需要卫星或幽灵。以斯帖写了一张一百万美元的支票，把它放在玛丽雕像下面的穷人箱子里。她也以 500 万美元的价格向 Temple 投稿，她的儿子毕竟是 600 万美元的人，以他的所有技术。

现在我可以继续求爱等等，但人们私下里做什么取决于他们，尽管鬼魂和他们的家人确实有多个假期，因为埃丝特想确保他们使用了保护措施。至于以斯帖，她去了维加斯，她骗了他们，因为她的慈善事业是无止境的，她只需要继续赚钱，把它全部捐出去。

音乐力量 ©

迈克尔·凯西

我正要谈论 Ariana Grande，但我认为她可能不理解英国人的幽默感。如你所知，泰勒斯威夫特为我做了一点高粉，毕竟她非常高。然后昨晚 Ariana 的音乐会在电视上播出，所以我想，Ariana 是蜜蜂的膝盖，喜欢跳来跳去，也许她可以帮助 Taylor。所以挥杆低，灰尘高，完美结合。我的意思是阿丽亚娜的头发很长，所以当她练习她的日常工作时，她可以用她的头发扫我的地板，而她漂亮的理发师以后可以拿出任何口香糖。我自己的女儿有一次头发上有手镯什么的，所以我的律师嫂子不得不用筷子来解她的头发，这是在我们降落在我哥哥家吃圣诞晚餐之后，如果我看我什至可能在某处有它的照片。毕竟我们是上海/伯明翰家庭，所以我们有很多筷子，我也不是说在我们的旧钢琴上。无论如何，这是个主意，但阿里安斯可能不会赞成，所以我不会打扰。

泰勒就在薯条店的尽头，有人向她撒盐，而不是在炸锅前跳踢踏舞。修道士确实住在隔壁的教堂里，他们也喜欢薯条，这就是他们这么胖的原因。不 Taylor 转过头来，这个男孩，尽管他已经老了，但仍然有斑点，那个男孩说我会做一些击打，把你的鱼两面蘸一下，然后让它冒泡，变得酥脆，非常好吃.然后当它准备好时，我会把它拿出来，在上面轻轻地撒上盐，然后我会加一勺或两勺新鲜的薄片，摇晃而不是搅拌。只为你，还有一团蛋黄酱。你可以看出为什么泰勒神魂颠倒，他也给了她一瓶免费的 Irn Bru，哦，非常苏格兰，所以泰勒高兴地跳上山到我家门口。我只能听到沉重的呼吸声，我以为隔壁的阿克塔老太太哮喘发作了，或者我另一边的邻居多汁露西正在对安妮进行口对口练习，不，她不是女同性恋，安妮是假人他们用来教急救。但是不，是 Taylor not so Swifty 把我的晚餐带回家，我非常非常饿。她确实有一个偷偷摸摸的 saveloy，你认为黄油不会在她嘴里融化。所以这就是她做我的高粉尘的真正原因，只是为了她可以靠近 Chippy 的男孩。她的头已经转过，她背上的那些印记来自她靠在柜台上的地方，那里放着煮熟的鱼子。你为爱所做的事情，依靠炸薯条，男孩和油炸锅。但这确实意味着我能得到更便宜的午餐，因为泰勒脸上带着微笑，穿着醋制羽绒服，头发上沾着少许蛋黄酱。也许她应该问问 Ariana 能不能借用她的美发师。

现在这与什么有什么关系？好吧，我要多谈谈音乐，Celine 有勇气为我唱歌，我在 Seal 扔了一条未受虐的鱼，所以我会继续前进，上帝会请客, Dame Babs in Heaven, God help him, but God helps those who help themselves, Self Help 就在上帝的街道上，刚刚经过加冕酒吧。泰勒可以解释说，在她的布告牌上，筹码展的男孩允许她使用他的粉笔，并在那里展示他的鱼的价格。

音乐有力量，这个圣诞节我们会想到妈妈给 13 个人（我们八个人加上我们的 5 个房客）填火鸡，席琳的歌让我们想起了我们的妈妈，那首歌是在她去世的那天晚上播放的，因为你爱我。所以她做到了，所以当我们听到那首歌时情绪流淌，尤其是在圣诞节。我自己最喜欢的歌曲是 Thomas Crown Affair 的主题曲 The Windmills of Your Mind，如果您听了我的写作，那是不言自明的。虽然神父。几十年后成为布莱恩主教的布莱恩，在我跟随我非常高大的哥哥时，曾经叫我桑乔潘萨。而唐吉诃德确实在风车上倾斜，所以就有了圆圈。

音乐围绕着我们的生活，Seal 正在唱歌，如果我可以的话，如果我可以，我也想成为一名音乐家，而不是那个在酒吧角落里从远处喝酒和唱歌的人。某些单词和短语具有如此强大的力量，如法国人所唱的 Aux Armes Citoyens，单词令人振奋，我们都看过大量的音乐剧，其中重复一个主题，它击打着你的胸膛，让你感到刺痛。这就是音乐的力量，政治家在集会上也有音乐，直到他们收到律师的停止通知。甚至希特勒也与音乐有联系，但让我们让他在地狱中燃烧吧。

海豹还在唱歌，音乐带你四处转转，它确实让我记得当唱片只是那样的时候，有树林，你没有 CD，我真的记得 CD 出现的时候，它是明天的世界，BBC 的科学节目。詹姆斯·伯克 (James Burke) 还活着，他继续从事太空计划，但那时我们就是通过明天的世界听说未来的。现在我们流式传输所有内容，然后下载到手机上。我们有一个塑料白色变性人，我的大哥在收音机里得到了奉献，我们的父亲听到了，这是 50 多年前的事了。所以音乐让我们感动，它是一种泻药，可以阻止我们悲伤，让我们在房子里走来走去。我们到处都有音乐，不需要随身携带一个变速器，我们几乎每个房间都有智能扬声器。所以音乐跟随我们并引导我们，它是永恒的加一。我们太幸运了，过去是路漫漫其修远兮，士兵们边唱边唱。几十年来越南没有早安，每个频道都没有音乐。

音乐确实引导了我们，它引导了我们的爱和激情，尤其是英吉利海峡，或者法国人所说的 la Manche。这让我们回到炸鱼薯条，法国人可能会嘲笑英国的高级美食，但在 1870 年的普法战争中，法国的酱汁不是为了掩盖吃老鼠的味道而发明的吗？但我不会回避这些棘手的问题，这让我想起今晚我们要吃北京烤鸭，料理鼠王是泰勒的一位朋友提供的鸭子，来自便宜的地下室。至于泰勒，她在去薯片店拜访男孩之前，正在桌布上乱涂乱画。他只会在她身上撒盐，难怪她回来给我免费烤肉串时会容光焕发。这是我留下她的唯一原因，作为我的高喷子。当我擦去下巴上的烤肉串酱时，我的音乐就在我体内，让它接管一切。你觉得如果我问得好点，Ariana 可能会帮忙打扫卫生，Taylor 到处都留下盐迹。我们的猫龙猫把它舔了个精光，把猫口水弄得满地都是。龙猫今晚又会在热腾腾的铁皮屋顶上，这是她体内所有的盐分，这让她想通宵跳舞……。

2020 最后的欢呼 ©

迈克尔·凯西

他疯了吗我能听到你们所有人的呼唤

2020年是最糟糕的一年

对我来说也是如此，而不是 Me Too

这是糟糕的一年，即使没有 Covid 19

一个姐姐死了，但如果你读过

Shoplife，她是重生的店员，所以她会继续生活

而我的身体变弱了

几天后，我的计划外已经 6 年了

四重心脏搭桥术

护士，而且只是我以前全科医生诊所的护士

她救了我的命，因为她坚持要送我去做检查

所以当我去医院的时候，我说你检查过我的检查了吗

70% 70% 和 50% 受阻，我因髋关节疼痛而入院

我的关节炎疯了，家人在伦敦

见了上海亲戚，一个人在家

其余的你们都已经知道了

所以这就是为什么你还有六年的我的垃圾

虽然我们的猫龙猫也来了，正如我所说的，他们可以

如果我死了养一只狗，如果我心脏病发作养一只猫

是的，真的，所以要小心你的承诺

但回到 2020 年，我们在全世界都度过了垃圾年

但是我们学到或发现了什么？

好吧，人们仍然投票给特朗普

也许是因为他们想坚持他们认识的魔鬼

并避免任何 ISM

历史终将决定，历史由胜利者书写

如果我们都待在家里 3 周，那么 Covid 19 就会死亡

相反，我们必须所有人都戴口罩、洗手并保持距离

我一直躲在我们的山上，我的关节炎离所有人都很远

那么生命的意义是什么，而不是 Monty Python

你珍藏的东西是什么

它是在互联网上免费送货吗？

是珍珠奶茶吗？现在是时尚。

虽然住在上海/伯明翰的家庭，但我们领先了很多年

食物丰富吗？

我的穆斯林送货司机一定认为我是穆拉

运送我们的东西时祝愿他们As-Salaam-Alaikum

在伯明翰，送货司机和出租车都是穆斯林

因此，他们在驾驶和交付时冒着 Covid 的风险

关于 2020 我还能说些什么

是的，电视很棒，每个人都狂欢地观看，而且有

一些非常非常棒的节目

我可以列出我的，但我也看了很多韩国节目，Kdrama

所以我想说，看看韩国的节目，你不会失望的

另外，如果你经常听音乐，那么投资购买一两个智能扬声器

我可以说出最好的，你会感到惊讶，但只有他们的耳朵

你也可以买蓝牙耳机，它可以在你的手机上工作

所以技术真的很好，可以让我们在这个令人抓狂的时代保持清醒

一部便宜又爽快的安卓手机，可以养家糊口

是的，杰夫贝佐变得更忙了，但总有一天他会把披萨送到我家

这会让他对上帝充满敬畏，但为我扫尘的泰勒斯威夫特会

来这里，从他手里拿走披萨，这样她就可以为他唱一首小曲

还有什么，是的，去教堂成了互联网上的事情，所以我会回顾弥撒

并向牧师发送一两封电子邮件，显然圣裘德斯是我的最爱

虽然我确实为了弥撒到处旅行

我不知道其他信仰是否做同样的事情

但我会接受任何人的祈祷，我们都应该这样做

我们都为生病的电视明星祈祷，我为他们祈祷

Kate Garraway的老公，因为在新闻上看到了一张照片

他们看起来非常相爱，我从来没有听说过他们，因为

我不看白天的电视，那是一条唤起我祈祷的新闻

那我还能说什么呢，也许耳鸣会说话

我自己的夜里很糟糕，但我重新发现了念珠

夜里大海在我耳边的轰鸣声是否让我更加虔诚

上帝，只有上帝知道这个问题的答案

我想我一直都知道真正的价值观是什么

我做了准备以防 Covid 抓住我

真正重要的事情真的很简单

我小女儿睡觉前的晚安吻

那是无价的，所以当政客们咆哮、咒骂和对我们撒谎时

只记得那个温柔的吻

即使她说爸爸你需要洗脸和刮胡子

孩子的简单爱，随着她进化成女人

这是我2020年最难忘的事

这是唯一值得记住的事情

灵魂 2021 ©

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，现在是 1 月 6日17 点 31分，主显节，或者当国王队带着婴儿耶稣的尿布疹安抚奶嘴迟到时。三件礼物的含义大家可以自行谷歌。我会看看我是否可以在一个小时内写下一些想法，这是从头开始写一篇新作品通常需要的时间，脑子里只有一片空白。虽然我希望这一切读起来就像我坐在沙发上，除了你只是在和你说话，毕竟那是我的意图，和你说话。没有来自美国的信件，更像是一张来自伯明翰的明信片，一张来自英国的明信片。 Harry 和 Megs，我可以成为你们播客上的 Roland Rat，我也很便宜，只要问问 Duncan 和 Sandy，或者问问你爸爸 Harry，如果你从未听说过他们，但我离题了。

今天是伟大的一天，主显节，尤其是在格鲁吉亚，我相信是以一位疯狂的国王命名的。当我终于起床时，这让我很开心。教堂的钟声把我吵醒了，然后耳鸣把我吵醒了，一些白俄罗斯的比赛，金电话，把我叫醒说我赢了 20,000 欧元。很明显，这是一个骗局和骗局，所以我把电话转给了特朗普。不管怎样，灵魂或首尔，如果你是韩国人，是一部很棒的皮克斯电影的名字，10/10，我会再看一遍。灵魂是我们内心的东西，我们的心，我们的爱，我们的思想，我们的自我，或者我们的本我，尽管不是本我。所有你聪明的人都能解决这个问题。拜登确实说过他正在为美国的灵魂而战。

所以灵魂是一个很大的东西，和首尔一样大，但在我们的头脑中，或者它可能在的任何地方。曾经有人称过身体的重量，试图计算出灵魂的重量是多少克。在《好侦探》中，主角证明他有灵魂，你们自己看吧。我刚中途停下来和我的大女儿说话，所以请多花 30 分钟，因为我吹嘘自己能在一小时内写完一篇文章。我们在谈论课程和价值 v 努力，当你得到 85% 以上时，是否值得强调 95% 以上。我说做让你快乐的事，并用他深沉的声音引用了我自己父亲的话，“迈克尔，我没有受过教育，做你喜欢做的事，但要尽力而为”，这就是我能给任何人的所有建议，而不仅仅是我自己女儿。尽力而为，让成绩自理。我的兄弟们去了Queens Oxford，顺便去了Downing Cambridge。众所周知，我只是个笨蛋，名下有 20 本书，我通过我的网站分享这些书，所以每个人都会在任何地方受苦。

当我被我的大女儿分心时，作品的流程会改变，但我要说的是，与你的孩子交谈对你的灵魂有好处，对他们也有好处。给他们东西不如给他们时间和谈话那么重要，爱是一个拥抱，而不是游戏机。也许当我和你说话时，爱正在被歌唱，这提醒我们所有人，爱是灵魂最好的东西。微笑可以挽救生命，就像拥抱一样，当再次允许拥抱时，Covid 后，一切都会不同。一个共同的笑话，无论多么淫秽都会有所不同，你认为保安人员和轮班工人如何生存。是幽默或兄弟情谊或姐妹情谊让人们在黑夜里继续前进，毕竟我确实度过了 14 年的夜晚。我也做了很多中午到晚上 8 点的轮班，这让我更有工作能力。也许是我的幽默感让我继续前进，因为一连串的情况让我的身体蹒跚而行，我对荒谬的感觉让我微笑。虽然疼痛发作可能真的非常糟糕，而且很容易给予，但不，我只是让你厌烦它们。让你们都受罪哈。

我们的灵魂是由我们的祈祷塑造的，无论您有没有信仰。当事情变得糟糕时，这是一个很好的安全网，我们会记住我们的母亲教给我们的东西，我们确实在我们母亲的膝上学习了我们的信仰。有人说上帝是阿爸，不是乐队，而是爸爸，所以我们与上帝有着孩子般的联系。这意味着它非常接近，因为随着年龄的增长，我们变得更加自大，忘记了爸爸把我们扛在肩上或抱在怀里。我们应该努力像孩子一样亲近我们的上帝。

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伯明翰韩剧故事 ©

迈克尔·凯西

现在朴在她爸爸的店里工作，她当然是韩国人，每个韩国人都叫朴。因为每个印度人都是辛格，巴基斯坦人都是可汗，每个英国人都是史密斯，是的，希腊人赚很多，因为他们工作时间长，工作努力。好吧，我很简单，但我是一个简单的人，或者是简单的人？帕克努力工作，她确实有一个教名，而且她是天主教徒，所以她的名字叫玛丽，还有什么，就像每个爱尔兰人都是帕特里克一样。

Park，有朋友，她们都是所有外卖的女儿，她们是在伯明翰批发市场批量采购洋葱时认识的。 “姐妹们”总是被强壮起来抵御寒冷。因此，Park 向 Singh 和 Khan 点了点头，然后看了看 Smith。他们的父亲想把他们嫁出去，通过嫁入更大的家庭来扩大生意。但是“姐妹们”说，只有“姐妹们”先结婚，她们才能结婚，所以这个计谋让她们都平安无事。

现在 Slim Simon 是他们最好的顾客之一，在他去酒吧听音乐之后，他会像发条一样经常出现。爵士乐、民谣或蓝调。不，他没有到处旅行，The Waterworks 是 Jazz，更名为 Bell and Pump for Folk，以及 Blue Notes for the Blues。它被困在镇上一个危险地区的水库旁，但斯利姆·西蒙很安全，因为他的构造就像一个保险箱，尽管他把现金放在袜子里以防抢劫。倒不是有人敢试，他的衣领上有一枚柔道徽章，而且不仅仅是装饰品。苗条的西蒙总是坐在垫子上，他开办了一所柔道学校，黑带四段，他也戴着牙套，以防止裤子从他的肚子上滑下来，他是一个可爱的小熊维尼，但更致命。

所以玛丽在为最后一位顾客服务时会听到所有关于音乐的信息，她问道，你为什么不结婚。斯利姆·西蒙解释道，他的妻子跟那个双层玻璃售货员私奔了，所以他拿起柔道来平复一下自己的怒火，尽量不要去想站在最前面的那个售货员德里克。玛丽叹了口气，她是个婊子，所以这让他们靠得更近了。她的朋友 Singh 迫于压力要结婚，所以 Khan 和 Mary 建议她假装 Slim Simon 是她的男朋友。玛丽用更多的春卷说服了斯利姆·西蒙，于是这件事就完成了。

Slim Simon 到 Singh 那里扮演角色，Singh 会用他强壮的大手在收银台上抚摸。一开始她的父母很反感，但他看起来像个好男孩，所以如果她开心，他们就会开心。现在Slim Simon对他最好的学生Pal说他要救一个印第安女孩，所以Pal说他能不能过来看看。所以在一个爵士之夜之后，Pal 被带到了 Singh 的地方。现在印度女孩有一双最美的眼睛，只要看看，你就会明白。所以当帕尔看到辛格时，他叹了口气。然后，当她对他微笑时，他无法拒绝。你看，帕尔是一名眼镜商，家里有 14 家商店。后来 Singh 吐露，Pal 是适合我的人。

但她的父母坚信斯利姆·西蒙会成为适合这个家庭的人选。所以一个计划被孵化了。 Mary 和 Khan 会隐藏自己的身份来到 Singh 家，狠狠地扇 Slim Simon 的脸。他会是个流氓，下流人，配不上印度妻子。然后 Pal 会到达并挽救这一天。 Pal 只是黑带，还没有 Dans。所以他在舞台上打败了 Slim Simon，并挽救了这一天。然后他会透露他是一名配镜师，这将是一见钟情。

所以 Slim Simon 在 Singh 的收银机前昏倒了，然后第一个 Mary Park 到达并拍了他的右脸，就像在圣经中一样，他转动了另一只脸，只为 Khan 到达并拍得更重。然后在 Q Pal 上会到达免除边界，永远不要相信白人，是的刻板印象。所以 Pal 和 Slim Simon 互相摔了一跤，然后 Slim Simon 被扔进了垃圾桶，这很恰当。

辛格的家人鼓掌，帕尔上场，斯利姆下场。当他们听说他有 14 家眼镜店时，他们很快就说服了他们的女儿看清真相。至于 Slim Simon，他爬到一边，并在心里记下要让 Pal 进行评分，第一个 Dan 很快就要来了。如果我急于得出结论，辛格和帕尔的第一个孩子就必须叫丹。但就在这一刻，玛丽偷偷开着她的车离开了斯利姆西蒙，可汗在慢跑回家时咯咯地笑着向他们挥手道晚安。

现在玛丽可以看出斯利姆·西蒙是个伟人，好吧，他确实是个伟人，是的，他离婚了，但他没有在教堂结婚，所以也许废除婚约，她会把他当作她的男人。玛丽停好车，抚摸他的脸，然后慢动作亲了半个小时，毕竟是伯明翰的韩剧。斯利姆·西蒙不能再去辛格家了，他被赶出了门，所以他去帕克家的次数增加了一倍。他教了她几次投掷，但他总是在她落地之前接住她，又是慢动作，就像我之前说的，这是伯明翰的 Kdrama。

Singh 很快就订婚了，婚礼会很热闹，所以 Mary 带着 Slim Simon 到店里解释。所以这一切都是骗局，是的，他们承认了。但现在不是一个新娘，而是两个，一个的价格是两个，就像任何外卖特价或 Abba 歌曲一样。但是可汗呢？好吧，她爱上了优步送货司机，带我走带走。我确实在市场上提到过史密斯，他呢，他是同性恋，但他喜欢为婚礼盛装打扮，所以他很高兴被邀请，不是一次，也不是两次，而是三次。就像喷泉里的三枚硬币，如果你去过特莱维喷泉，如果你扔一枚硬币，你就可以许愿。史密斯做到了，现在在第三次询问时，在第三次婚礼上，他为他遇到了那个人，一个承包商，一个排水承包商。于是他们俩就一直滔滔不绝地笑个不停，你看真爱战胜一切。

但是玛丽公园呢？是的，她嫁给了 Slim Simon 并育有 4 个孩子，并组建了一个 Kpop 乐队，他们的名字是 Faith、Hope 和 Charity，第 4 个是一个额外的惊喜，一个男孩，他们叫 Julian。正如这位作家的母亲总是说要以她的名字命名一个男孩，如果玛丽生了一个男孩，朱莉娅就会成为朱利安。就像这首歌，由 Boney M，Mary’s Boy Child，Julian 演唱。

一杯茶晚餐 ©

迈克尔·凯西

现在你可能还记得格兰妮史密斯拯救了一只海豹，不，她不是像大卫阿滕伯勒爵士那样的环保主义者，军用海豹。因此，当她宣布她要去俄克拉荷马州看俄克拉荷马州时，霍华德基尔在电影中是一位非常出色的歌手，几个真正的海豹突击队员说他们会跟随以确保她的安全。她现在已经很老了。史密斯婆婆心高气傲，随她而去，但不在她身边，一刀之差，她依然是一个独立的女人。

史密斯婆婆仍然喜欢英式茶，所以当她看到在餐厅里作为一种新奇的东西做广告时，她很高兴。所以她小心翼翼地爬上台阶，坐下来准备喝茶。很明显，晚宴上的梅莉喜欢给一位英国女士端英式茶，是的，随着史密斯婆婆年纪越来越大，她看起来越来越像英国女王了。 MayLi 看着史密斯奶奶品尝她酿造的啤酒，但现场并不安静。史密斯婆婆说，别担心，我们可以修好它，于是她走到柜台后面加热锅，然后本能地做她自己做的事。

MayLi用她的iPhone录下了一切，她不想错过任何一招。然后两人坐下来喝茶。两道印影上前，分担了一壶，一壶茶就是，没什么调皮的。这是完美的。现在MayLi把这个放在她的社交媒体上，TicToc、微博甚至Facebook。第二天，人群聚集了 100 人。你看在俄克拉荷马州，总是一个美丽的早晨，还有英国女王，这真的是他们的一杯茶。

奶奶史密斯去俄克拉荷马州的剧院看俄克拉荷马州，当她到达时人群安静下来，英国女王在那里观看演出。随后去了餐厅，MayLi兴奋的说着，海豹突击队中的一个太性感了，她还是单身，他也是。她在茶叶上都看过了，有大事要发生了。海豹很大，非常大。只是她看错了叶子。一个开发商给她发了一个通知，他要建造一座摩天大楼，而餐馆挡住了路，那是大事，而不是海豹。

于是梅莉对着她的树叶哭了起来，史密斯婆婆说别担心，这只是吹来的坏风，然后一只海豹放了个屁。于是他们都笑了。他们打开门让微风进来，谁让微风从门里进来。只有 2 个英国人不在纽约，但在俄克拉荷马州，他们看到了这个标志并想要一杯茶。他们坐下来喝茶，为什么表情阴郁。 MayLi出示了告示，上面有一张计划中的新大楼的照片。两个英国人笑着把头往后一仰，这时海豹突进速度很快，他们知道自己是谁了。他们是继奶奶史密斯之后的英国刺客吗？不，他们认识他们，你看英国人是来自 Pinner、Julian 和 Sandy 的 Bona Architects。而事实上，他们还救了那两个海豹的性命。

他们一时没认出他们来，吓死我了，朱利安和桑迪也是登山者，他们曾经遇到过艾格峰，他们在上山的过程中互相救了对方。克林特·伊斯特伍德能做的任何事情，我们都能做得更好。所以一时之间老友们都乐开了花，唯独MayLi不开心。史密斯婆婆在一旁看着，朱利安和桑迪看着这幅画。你知道我们可以快速建造一座建筑物，它看起来会好得多，而且你知道朱尔斯，如果我们按照自己的方式建造，小餐馆就可以留下来。

于是，朱利安和桑迪借了梅莉的口红，画了一张他们可以盖的更好的图，然后小餐馆就留下来了。又是MayLi拍的，Grannie Smith直接对着iPhone说话，就像真正的Queen’s Christmas broadcast。这是 Julian 和 Sandy 的反提议，字面上是用口红画的，在柜台上用战争颜料画的。当 Julian 和 Sandy 用如此高级的英语交谈时，开发商怎么可能拒绝。是的，这不是喷泉中的三个硬币的问题，而是餐厅中的三个皇后，海豹突击队鼓掌。 Pinner 的 Bona Architects 是 Gay，他们可以爬任何山，如果你不相信，你去问 Seals。

这个设计又上线了，很火，很火，朱利安对桑迪说，太厉害了，太厉害了，你看看收视率就知道了。设计到底是什么。这是一根羽毛，像红印第安人的羽毛，底部有食客，实际上有 4 个食客，所以 MayLi 必须扩大，但她的眼睛看上了海豹，所以她会扩大。至于建筑工人，反正他们是红印地安人，所以他们都会蜂拥而至，蜂拥而至，来建造一片羽毛。

现在草稿需要一段时间，问任何士兵，准备好，所以朱利安和桑迪被征召走了。餐厅周围放置了防护玻璃，至于朱尔斯和桑迪，他们织了新套头衫。他们登山时穿的套头衫，以及建筑物的设计都编织在正面，背面 1 用于 Julian，2 用于 Sandy。这是我的建筑，正在展出，1 和 2 因为探戈需要两个人。

刚开始动工，朱利安和桑迪就加入了印第安人，他们毕竟是登山者，红印第安人心存疑虑。但是当朱利安和桑迪飞得很高时，他们像芭蕾舞演员一样跳舞和腾跃，背上有 1 和 2。红印地安人印象深刻，他们可能是英国人，但他们打铁的方式令人印象深刻。他们也熨烫自己的衣服，但那是另一回事。所有这些欢乐，所有这些悲伤，约翰·丹佛 (John Denver) 在 300 英尺高空歌唱，红印第安人在工作时确实喜欢一点音乐。但是当所有这些悲伤的话语响起时，一个红印第安人倒下了，他不会看到明天。但是朱利安跳水抓住了他的脚踝，桑迪也跳水抓住了另一只脚踝。他们的反应就像闪电一样，就像他们在艾格峰上一样，没有人死去，没有人死去。此外，正如朱利安在兴奋结束后对桑迪所说的那样。我为我们的红印地安人准备了特别的惊喜。你看他从 40 英里外的一个流浪的英国伯明翰男子拥有的一家咖喱屋里吃了印度咖喱。 Vindaloo 会做，还有猪肉刮痕和一桶 Banks 苦酒。

红印第安人喜欢 Vindaloo，MayLi 也给他们喝茶。至于 40 英里外的咖喱屋，他被印第安人淹没了，印第安人也吃印第安人。大楼完工后，史密斯奶奶打开了它，连同 3 个新的复制食客，远道而来的中国。朱莉娅看着桑迪，桑迪看着朱利安，他们穿着相配的带有设计的套头衫。让我们失去童贞吧，俄克拉荷马州的人群感到困惑。然后来自 Pinner 的那对 Bona Architects 冲向这座建筑，他们打算自由攀登它，为什么因为它就在那里，正如任何登山者都会告诉你的那样。

通常当他们到达顶部时，他们，他们，但这是俄克拉荷马州而不是 Pinner，所以等待海豹突击队将降落伞绑在他们身上。然后他们跳了起来，Julian 和 Sandy 降落在了餐厅上，他们付出了所有的努力之后需要一杯茶，毕竟他们是英国人。

教你我所知道的一切©

经过

迈克尔凯西

首先，我不知道如何使用 Word，我的副本似乎变得很有趣，但我不知道如何修复它。所以当你嘲笑我时，我会把我所知道的都教给你。写这篇文章可能需要一个小时，阅读它需要 5 分钟。尽管正如我常说的那样，我只说不写，这就是为什么在纸上或屏幕上吐口水的原因。所以召集你的朋友，然后你就可以跳过所有这些课程，达到我的水平，愚蠢。是的，我知道我的水平，离开学校后教育不会停止，即使是医学院，是的，我可以听到班级后面的卡片说我是一个标本。

是的，我是一个自学成才的作家，我什至会说它不能被教，除非你是美国人并且你想浪费 4 年，然后和其他 200 年完全一样文科生，就是不会写。看，我还没开始就把你们都杀了。如果你用谷歌搜索我，我确实花了 20 年时间收听 BBC Radio 4，这是世界上最好的语音广播电台。这是在我拿起笔之前，我也在院子里看书，看电影。在一个有房客的大家庭中也使它变得更大，有助于这个过程。环境确实有动力，让你记住，除非你是个笨蛋，如果我引用经营韩国外卖店的金的话，那就是他的堂兄库，顺便说一句，他现在保护着拜登总统。然后我还是花了一年的时间才学会怎么做。当我 1988 年的戏剧 Shoplife 被搬上舞台时，我就知道我已经足够好了，是的，它最终没有被制作出来。您会用今天的钱投资 2,000,000 英镑购买新产品或 Standard 吗？所以我已经写作超过 33 年了。

这让我想到了“教”你的第一件事。主持人称他们为“五个 P”。练习可以防止表现不佳。就这么简单和容易。就在 1998 年复活节之前，我被派去参加一个演示课程。花了 2 天时间，我的公司支付了费用，以帮助我为未来做好准备，被裁员。这就是我学到的全部。把你的口袋倒在桌子上。然后用 1 分钟的时间就你最先拿起的任何东西发言。简单容易。现在，如果你周围有几个朋友嘲笑你，并亲自尝试，这就是所谓的学习情境。轮流选择不同的对象并尝试一下。然后，您可以用 2 分钟的时间谈论从您或其他人的口袋中取出的任何物品。重复午休和啤酒。然后 5 分钟的谈话，你将有 15 分钟的窃笑时间来准备。

第二天我不得不讲 15 分钟，如果你还记得 JFK 应该说的话，那是最佳时间。任何事情都应该在 15 分钟内解释清楚。好的，所以你们都明白了吗？我，当我成名的 15 分钟时，我让每个人都笑了，毕竟我确实想学习是出于喜剧的原因。我告诉每个人我在巴黎的不幸经历，包括食物中毒和 avec vous des asparin de bas prix，最后我得到了阿斯帕林卫生棉条，意思是装在管子里，但我的法语达不到，所以我很期待.

所以我已经掌握了演讲、演讲和教学。为了证明这一点，我随后去了啤酒之乡捷克比尔森啤酒度假。在那里，我即兴向 20 名英语学生展示了 90 分钟。所以训练奏效了。当我回到 StatsMR 时，我把它写成了我的捷克语故事，整个公司都意识到迈克尔可以写作。所以你去了，正如嬉皮士乔恩所说的那样。顺便说一句，StatsMR 对酒类销售进行了市场调查，我出生在啤酒厂的阴影下。

在我生命的后期，我在 Crown Plaza Nec 一家 4 星级豪华商务酒店度过了 3 年，我疯狂地进行了 100,000 分钟的谈话。所以我提高了我的演讲技巧，让人们发笑，或者站起来的技巧。在我生命的后期，我是一所伊斯兰学校的 Esol 英语老师。我是否在我的外部评估中提到了 Excellent、Excellent 和 Exemplary。所以你去吧。但问题是，如果我能做到，那么你也能。

现在我接下来要教你逻辑。好吧，如果你在一个大家庭里，那是什么样的？压倒？我们让我的妹妹把小猫推开，然后吃小猫。我们打开套头衫所在的角落橱柜，把每件衣服都放在她身上。她可以放下手臂，因为她穿了太多套头衫，毕竟她是 6 人中的 6 人。当妈妈购物回来并责备我们时，她穿着 10 件套头衫，浑身通红。你会杀了她用凯里口音尖叫的孩子，虽然我们只能在电话里听到，那是 20 年后我们真正拥有电话的时候。虽然这次不幸并没有阻止我们把姐姐折叠起来，放在衣柜里的架子上，然后关上门，然后又努力把门打开。大概 30 年后，我在工作中做了类似 Neil 的事情，诱惑太大了，如果我躲在这里然后跳出来。所以我把他锁在里面了。

我跑题了，但我只是告诉你，如果你记得，那么你以后就有了故事的素材，也许是将近 60 年后的故事。这仅取决于您是否有记忆，或者您是否试图抹去一切。我似乎对故事有完全的回忆，任何我不感兴趣的东西都不会进入。否则以我 42 年接触计算机的经验，我应该比我更了解。那么我最后是要给你牛轧糖还是金块，以哪个更美味为准，这就是你需要知道的全部，节省 40,000 英镑的大学学费，然后开始创业。

这就是 5 Ws 谁什么时候为什么。如果你把它应用到每一种情况，那么你就会成为一名侦探，或者你在一个大家庭中长大，睁大了眼睛。如果你以我迈克尔·凯西为例，好吧，这是一个非常破旧、便宜又俗气的东西，是英镑商店的例子。然后你可以问谁是 Michael Casey，什么是 Michael Casey，Michael Casey 在哪里，Michael Casey 什么时候，为什么是 Michael Casey。你刚刚惊呆了我，一切都暴露了，有点像打开一盒巧克力，或者脱掉我的衣服，要么是鞭打我，要么是在我身上涂上冰淇淋然后舔掉它，然后再和我交配。

好吧，你刚刚吐了，只是把头放在两腿之间，深呼吸，那是震惊吗？你有没有尖叫并将自己锁在浴室里。或者你在笑，你想了解我，但不是圣经？我希望你在笑，来自伯明翰的胖胖的银发作家迈克尔凯西，你就是这样用谷歌搜索我，或者把我列入黑名单的。如果您使用 5Ps 和 5Ws 工具，那将使您的生活变成一盒巧克力。或者，也许你想脱掉我的衣服，请不要鞭打我，除非是鲜奶油冰淇淋。

2021 年 1 月末故事 ©

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，我们已经到了 2021 年 1 月末，明天是 31号，我最近经常与耳鸣作斗争。当我这样做时，它给了我一个故事的想法，一切都给了我一个想法，它们是无穷无尽的。在耳鸣的黑夜里，大海在我耳边咆哮，我有很多想法。如果 Tinnitus 是一个仆人，我会勒死他并把他推进运河，但如果 Tinnitus 是 Tinnita，一个女性，我可能会沉迷于 The Servant 的行为，这是我很久以前看过的 Dirk Bogarde 的电影。或者我在想守夜人。去谷歌。或者至少读过他的书，他是一位伟大的作家，这一点没错。

所以你有一个我可以遵循的想法，而不是我就像一位老师为你指明方向，你必须自己做铲子工作。与此同时，我的女儿已经完成了一天的学习，正在看电视上的迪士尼动画《勇敢传说》，我马上就去见她。我在所有事情上都非常不拘一格。如果你想写作或在旅馆里提包，这也可能对你有帮助，是的，我都做过。如果您想成为一名侦探或想要孩子，爱管闲事并且对一切都感兴趣，也可能会有所帮助。爸爸，你是我的谷歌浮现在脑海中，是的，我的女儿们小时候经常对我这么说。现在我的工作是活到足够长的时间看到他们都毕业，甚至可能结婚，然后我成为爷爷，而不是看起来像爷爷，这是有区别的。此外，我敢肯定，只要我还活着，他们就会想要钱来买东西。不，我不在乎他们做什么，只要他们开心，没有人试图伤害他们。

所以我在哪里，在厨房里寻找口香糖，但所有的东西都不见了，所以我凑合着吃了一个 Royal Gala 苹果，它们很棒，所以买一些。早些时候有人向我提供了女孩们的便便，如果我做对了，他们已经制作了carbonara，便便很好，只要它们仍然是热的。这就是你作为父亲的生活，吃剩菜，所以垃圾桶不会吃掉我所有的钱。虽然我们的垃圾桶工人罢工了，但我们还是要确保把所有东西都塞进一个垃圾桶里，所以最好不要有垃圾，垃圾桶要留有空间。

我确实有一个关于简历和 Linkedin Profile 模式的文章的想法，这是我几年前写的一篇文章，现在在 Wordpress 上已经 11 年了，一条消息告诉我。新作品可能被称为两面，就像在商店或美发店，或者只是普通的政治家。所以你在第一行有，你好，很高兴见到你。其次是我真的很讨厌 SOB，但她付钱给我。然后你浏览一个列表，正面陈述，然后是真实的真相。现在我只需要这个想法，这个头衔在我脑海里，然后我就走了。一小时写作，然后 5 分钟供大家阅读。是的，这就是它的工作原理。

我看着窗外，有了另一个想法，只是通过观察路人，就像在自行车清除服务中一样，你可以在我的博客上挖掘出那个故事。新房子这里比较安静，所以没有那么多自由的想法。我只需要一个标题，其余的就顺其自然，我只是在决定从哪个罐子里倒水。你可以尝试自己这样写。您必须先有想法，然后将它们拼接在一起。我确实花了一年时间才学会缝纫，正如我在 20 年的优质语音广播、BBC Radio4 之前所说的那样。

现在，当我坐在这里时，我看起来像一只惊吓乌鸦，穿着一件旧的 Flasher Mac 作为吸烟夹克和一条红围巾，因为我把自己的头发剪掉了，所以我觉得很冷，所以我穿了很多衣服，这样我就可以保暖了.现在我说第二个，我想我可以写一篇关于最喜欢的破旧衣服的文章，请注意，我几乎所有的衣服都是这样的。即使没有 Covid 19，我也不会去任何地方。如果慈善商店开门，那么孩子们会把所有东西都扔掉，你们怎么看，你们已经看到了我的文章所附的照片。

所以这些是一月底的一些沉思，正如我们所有人所说的那样，请上帝保佑，让 Covid 19 走开吧。有了这个我就得去看迪斯尼动画片《勇敢传说》了，你们都可以写下你们最喜欢的动画片，这是你们的功课。如果你在晚上听到任何噪音，那是我在放音乐，用它来淹没耳鸣。

我的标准回复 ©

迈克尔·凯西

你好 Anon，双感叹号，所以这表明你是

年轻的美国人和销售人员。

到目前为止我是对的吗？

是的

但

没有钱

如果您做过研究并且不仅仅是一个随便的女售货员，那么您就会知道

我有很多东西。 33 年写作，20 年 EARS，在此之前。不，我不是 100，尽管在痛苦的日子里

我看起来像死亡热身。是的，就在 6 年多以前，我真的接受了四重心脏搭桥手术。

现在有一个“乳房”戳穿了我的旁路手术疤痕，这是疝气，1% 的旁路手术患者得了疝气

所以，我真的很幸运，有 Arthur my Arthritis 作伴。更不用说应该用的肾脏

豆子和扁豆，不管扁豆是什么。以 3 年的耳鸣副订单结束。

顺便说一句，耳鸣不是罗马奴隶。所以，我脑子里全天候 7 天 24 小时都在海边，晚上声音越来越大

这意味着我的床上有 Taylor Swift、Mylie Cyrus、Will Young 甚至一大堆 Soft Rock

每天晚上，我都太滥交了。他们的歌声分散了我对 Tinnitus 的注意力，Tinnitus 是一个吵闹的家伙，而不是字面上的意思。

我敢打赌，尽管电子邮件是线性的，但您肯定不希望给我发送通知。

但是，是的

如果你找到我是天使投资人

这是可以做的

用我的话来帮助教授英语作为第二语言，所以 1/2 或美国作为初学者。

因为我的故事很有趣，如果你做了调查，80 个国家都会读我的垃圾

有时我的书 The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

在同一天以十种语言阅读

所以，我的话无处不在，不像华兹华斯，他已经死了

说够了

这将是一个伙伴关系，我会分享我的份额

我没有钱，我有两个十几岁的女儿，所以显然我没有钱

一项统计数据显示，四次心脏搭桥手术后的平均存活率为 11 年

所以，如果我是平均水平，也许再过 5 年

虽然当你读到这篇文章时，我希望你认为他远非一般人，一个真正的哭泣者，但远非一般人

所以，你去吧，就像嬉皮士乔恩过去常说的那样，如果你回答，我会告诉你他是谁。

总而言之，So 是我最喜欢的词之一，也是 Peter Gabriel 的专辑

如果你能找到一个天使投资人，而不仅仅是一个小丑，尽管小丑是伯明翰的一家同性恋酒吧

异性恋或同性恋或任何方式，我对任何人都很满意，只要他们给我买一品脱时代啤酒

那么如果你的天使投资人，甚至是你的富爸爸，无论如何我又对了

如果他们想投资我，请回复。

否则，你可以打印和层压这个，然后把它放在小便池旁边的男厕所里

我知道你是女士，所以让看门人来做吧。

然后再次谷歌我，因为你可以找到我读过的 208 个故事。

以及 2000 多本在线书籍，或亚马逊图书停车场的 20 本书

只是寻找真正愚蠢的照片，如果你现在很生气，那么，这就是你所说的

也许我应该把这封电子邮件放到网上？

为什么要浪费材料

这就是伯尼戴这么傻的连指手套的原因

接下来是小猫节奏，所以也许我会添加一张我的猫龙猫的照片

我告诉我的女儿们，如果我心脏病发作死于猫，她们可以养狗

几周后，我进行了计划外的四重心脏搭桥手术

好了，够了，你可能在想我在吃什么药。

只是心脏药和止痛药，但不是阿片类药物，因为我的肾脏很虚弱

剩下的就是纯粹的想象

好吧，也许不是那么纯粹，但是想象力

我附上 2 本书作为惩罚

我打赌你希望你做了功课

你在加拿大的夜晚寒冷吗？

也许约翰·丹佛是你的男朋友……

困惑或微笑

迈克尔凯西

ps我刚起床，龙猫喝的是Comfort而不是Milk，所以又白又蓬松

上帝丰富的挂毯 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，我强迫自己起床，我需要更多的睡眠，但我想我会

尝试起床。所以在这里我要吐司和咖啡，我的正常

早餐，我有了一个主意，所以这就是你得到的。

我对你或任何人有什么用？然后我检查了我的读者名单

今天，超过 10 个国家阅读我的垃圾。那么大家喜欢吗

用我的垃圾当厕纸？打印一个故事然后选择一个摊位

你走吧，我以为只有唐纳德特朗普卫生纸是

受欢迎的。虽然他可能会把我的电子邮件地址添加到各种

垃圾，威尔士语中的威尔士语是我昨天遇到的一个奇怪的语种。我可以

记得 30 年前基思杰克逊收到一封来自他自己的电子邮件

是吗？那是在技术变得真正聪明之前。所以，我得到的

现在更烦人了，未读就被删除了。你好，KJ

对了，他肯定比我大10岁。

那么这会把我们带到哪里呢？好吧，我们都有自己的位置

啄食顺序，显然我被关在机房里了

在 Stats 工作 21 年，逃跑然后最终结婚。每个人

有他们的位置他们的价值，即使你直到事后才意识到这一点。

为什么这么安静，那个烦人的人在哪里，迈克尔，我会说的

在 Mark H 之前，他说了这句话并嘲笑他自己的笑话。

Skid 和他的 Marks 在哪里，等等。我们都有一个

值，即使我们当时不知道。我有什么用，我是一个

老妇人，是我的故事，我可以看到 Mark H，现在拉着

面对，他说是的，那是迈克尔。

我希望我很久以前就让那个老团队的人感到惊讶了，但是

从来没有忘记。一群人组成一个整体，任何一群人

人是一幅拼图、一幅马赛克、一幅挂毯。当八卦过去时，那里

是一道鸿沟，八卦是支撑社会的颤动水泥

The Butcher、The Baker 和 The Undertaker 的一句话。

环顾你的街道，你的家人，你的朋友，你的团队，

无论你玩什么游戏，或者你的编织圈，或者你的祈祷

团体，即使酒吧是你的礼拜场所。每个人都有一个

任务，即使是布置椅子，或者放下并固定额外的东西

放在教堂长椅的尽头。是的，教堂曾经是那个

满了，在圣帕特里克我们过去常常在

中间，我知道，因为我把它们准备好了，而我哥哥总是

获得了祭坛服务器列表，该列表从未更改过。

然后有一个人奇迹般地活了下来

达德利路医院的路，谁经营虔诚的摊位，难怪

哪里都有无名英雄，清洁工，我知道

总是习惯上晚班，所以他们是我的朋友。这

他们知道的事情，以及他们发现的事情，比如半满

垃圾桶里的咖啡杯。我可以在中间提到其他发现

的夜晚，但我会让死者安息。

你害怕的三明治女士，因为她总是需要一个男人来

给她修个架子，没有她你会饿死的。十字路口的女士

用她的杆子把你撞倒救了你的命。就连理发师

谁的“周末有事，先生？”还救了你的命，而且

健康在很多很多方面，很多很多次。但没有那么多

你吹嘘过。当理发店关门时，你拿了一个

机会，所以 Chancy Gardinier 是你的第一个孩子，以

意想不到的电影，之后，没有理发师的东西

包括周末。

在任何生活、任何故事或历史本身中环顾四周，这就是我们的全部生活。你看到了什么，这导致了那个，或者只是在不知不觉中。你娶了清洁工，但她确实是个富家女，我也娶了清洁工，但她确实有学位，剩下的就是历史了。我们的生活，我们的爱，我们喜欢什么，我们爱什么，所有这一切都是一幅挂毯。一次事故，无论是自然事故还是生活本身，都可能导致许多事情。你爸爸差点死了，你连续三年去敬老院看望他，还娶了他的保姆。无论生活中发生什么，它都会塑造我们，指引我们，就像山上的泥石流一样，它可能很危险，也可能令人兴奋，但它会改变我们的内在景观。所以，环顾四周，建立联系，在这里闲聊，看一眼，阅读，观察，观察。然后你的生活就会被听到，你会成为挂毯上五颜六色的一点，你甚至可能成为中心装饰品。你不需要在黑斯廷斯战斗，也不需要你眼中的箭，只要抬头，环顾四周，仰望天空。看鸟儿飞翔，看它们在天空编织的图案。然后试着做一只鸟，让别人听到你的生活，因为生活不仅仅是叽叽喳喳。

把你的注意力从事情上移开 ©

迈克尔·凯西

众所周知，我和乔治在同一个缝纫圈子里，那就是我和乔治克鲁尼。他口袋里有我最好的顶针，这是他的幸运符，如果你仔细看，你会看到他在他出演的下一部黑帮电影中使用它。续集叫《海洋的 26》，你以为他在和鱼一起睡觉，不，他玩得很开心，他有点像海洋生物学家，这是一个比喻。在海洋中，他用顶针来清点所有被盗的钱，因为电子点钞机坏了。这建立了一个序列，他如此快速地计算 10 万美元，就像 Spike Milligan 作为邮递员击败分拣机一样，虽然我怀疑你们中的任何人都知道那部电影，我正在谈论的 Ocean’s 26，每个人都知道 Spike Milligan，你问问他的管家 Prince，或者 Charlie，因为在温莎酒吧里每个人都这么叫他。

但是，我在哪里，现在我已经为你预热了马桶座圈，这是一个专业的职业，我在拍摄 Carry on at Screaming 时就开始了，但那是历史。是的，我现在想起来了，Taking your Mind of Things，我又插入了标题，只是为了让你不会忘记它，重复帮助记忆，你问任何在 1960 年代被老师打的孩子都不知道他们的乘法表.每次我做乘法时，我自己的臀部都会颤抖，或者这可能是另一个比喻，但我很擅长乘法，也许这是我迷人的克鲁尼长相，好吧，我真的很像新闻阅读器休·爱德华兹，虽然我看起来很远更年轻。那么，这一切与生菜的价格有什么关系呢？如果你不注意，我会用湿生菜拍打你的腿后部，我可能会把蜗牛留在上面，你永远不知道它会滑到哪里去。

好吧，今天的主题是让你分心，所以你还记得几分钟前你在做什么吗？我是不是让你分心了，还是我太糟糕了，你已经失去了活下去的意志？我能听到所有的起哄声，过去的回声也正好击中了我，这就是它们带来记忆的文字的麻烦，我刚刚唤醒了一个幽灵。

但我今天想分享一些东西。如果你的生活很忙，那么世俗的事情，比如我的写作，我会先开玩笑，放松一下。精神嚼口香糖，或精神巧克力，确实有助于放松，然后你就可以神清气爽地回到你的重要工作中去。前几天我在摆弄，准确地说是修理我的念珠，首先用钢环修理，一个你有钥匙的圆圈。然后我找到一些旧的塑料包线，我将它们弯曲成形，重新连接我的祈祷。这种修复更好，几乎看不见，因为祈祷应该如此。足够的哲学。

关键是，尽管有些人可能称之为职业疗法，但它确实有效，它会分散注意力，所以当你被另一件事所吸引时，你的思绪就会从一件事上得到休息。我想这就是 Play Time 最初发明的目的，让孩子们在老师喝咖啡和吃蛋糕的同时跑来跑去。过去，母亲们常常贿赂老师。英国前首相泰德·希思 (Ted Heath) 是一名水手，当您在爱尔兰海中担任第 10 舰队时，您不会浪费时间在议会中谁在背后捅你一刀。你的思想、心灵和灵魂随波起舞，政治被遗忘。

我可以给你更多的例子，但你有自己的例子。你知道杰克是一名记者，但在休息日在施粥所工作，只是为了提醒他要谦虚，正如他母亲过去常提醒他的那样，他永远不会像鲍勃霍普那样出名。鲍勃霍普是当地的捕鼠人，他和笑容灿烂的女孩多萝西拉莫尔住在一起。所以，事情分散了我们的注意力，我们有罪恶的快乐，比如看 Kdramas 的声音如此之高，以至于成群的鹅都绕道而行。任何能分散注意力的事情都是好的，因为我们不是机器，我们必须关掉电源休息。我们需要加油和休息，就像一台正在维修的机器，这样它才能运行得更好。尽管上油和休息听起来确实像另一个隐喻。

我希望我已经把你的注意力从事情上移开了，这样你就可以回到你之前做的事情，如果你的头脑一片空白，那么我真的证明了我的观点，也许是另一个比喻。因为你休息了，而这位作家已经得到了他的报酬。没有什么。

今天没有新闻 ©

迈克尔·凯西

嘿马克，你在公共汽车上，付你的车费。

嘿马克，你在电影院，去买票。

嘿马克，你必须支付杂货费。

嘿，马克，你必须为你的 Netflix、你的亚马逊付费。

嘿马克，你必须为如何成为总统课程付费

Donald 的新教程服务。

那么，你不认为你应该花钱看报纸吗？

或者你是女王，就像你在 Netflix 上花钱看的女王的赌局，女孩“借”了一本国际象棋杂志。

假现实是我们所拥有的，因为垃圾邮件很多，政客们

现在你的卡米洛特，或者是哈马洛特的野心

有一天你可以成为总统

但总统乐是法国软奶酪，因为今天是伯纳黛特在法国的盛宴

所以你不分享灵水，你传播什么？

错误信息和谎言。

真相就在那里，正如 Mulder 常说的

所以，点亮一盏灯，点燃一把火

或者真相是骗子

好吧，在特朗普执政 4 年之后，也许我们知道答案了

那么，嘿，马克，你只想要钱吗？

贪财是万恶之源

做好事，分享新闻，获取真实新闻

让人们看到世界可以是什么。

不要只允许一个虚假的现实。

您有能力支付新闻服务费用

为全人类服务，这听起来像是某人的座右铭

如果你相信，那么你就会分享

让人们知道看到和判断

还是花钱太多？

我们经历了 4 年的痛苦和无知

不作恶，不做坏事

这无疑是你自己妻子的誓言

无害的话，应该听到

但是你呢？

你还想当总裁，只要不削减利润

是时候长大了马克

不要否认真相并将其隐藏在桶下

真相和新闻适用于所有社团，它不是空洞的虔诚

所以把钱花在嘴边

Facebook 上的免费新闻，非常值得付费

或者你想帮助穷人保持无知

所以，出于无知，他们仍然投票支持现状

无知不是幸福，它只会阻碍社会

一次一盏灯熄灭

直到剩下的一切，如果暴民统治和暴政

或者银行对帐单上的零越来越多

值得你灵魂的代价。

新闻拯救生命，所以传播它并分享它

并为此付出代价。

它是社会的喋喋不休的水泥。

这是我的一句话，但我正在分享。

够了，该吃烤土豆了，我是 Kerry Irish

在我的血液里。

我希望你听我说，或者我是不是太烫手山芋了

德州雪

全球变暖意味着炎热的天气

但是你也会遇到奇怪的天气

就像在德克萨斯州

所以，唤醒政治家

浪费了4年

是的，你可以鞭打驴还是大象

但最终在股价暴涨之后

你得到一声巨响，所有的动物都死了

这太简单了，傻瓜都能看懂

然而，美国官方否认了 4 年

然后新闻界遭到袭击

所以，一切都被毒化了

Covid最终会被打败

但是当常识被忽略时

需要更长的时间

现在有了 Texas Snow，假期结束了

美国和人类必须立即采取行动

否则他们将没有 DOW

只是魔鬼自己的天气

所以，长大的政客们，现在就行动吧

这是国家安全风险，你知道谁

如果你不解决气候变化问题

没有德克萨斯，没有美国，没有世界

重新调整 10% 的军费开支怎么样？

忘记一堵墙，因为天气会影响一切

今天开始拯救美国。

随着绿色发明

今天不开始，就没有明天

当故事和音乐碰撞时 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

现在像往常一样，我不知道我会写这个，但我在听克莱普顿，一首曲目勾起了我的回忆。然后我想到，如果我完成屠夫的眼泪，屠夫面包师和安德泰克的续集，那么他们将成为祈祷场景，如果它被拍摄下来，那么克莱普顿就会在讲坛上演奏正如拯救生命的祈祷所说。它可能不会完成，另外 600 页的 Old Forge 和 Singing Anvil，所以你会幸免，但你知道我的快速打字员梦想等。

现在我要停下来看 Kdrama，但我会回来写完这篇文章，所以记住标题并在 9 小时后与我会面，英国时间午夜，它会准备好。我本可以为这个故事起一个马马虎虎的标题，但长单词很难拼写，像我这样的傻瓜可能不明白我在说什么。

为什么 A level 的问题都太过夸张了，正如我和我的小女儿发现的那样

在我旁边学习。够了，我有 2 个新的 Kdramas 在我的视线中。我喜欢故事中的喜剧和泪水。

稍后完成，现在是羊排

好的，明天星期六 14:20

我没有像麦克阿瑟那样回来，但我现在在这里

所以这首曲子会以不同的方式运行，因为座位上有新司机。这就是当我继续而不是按流程进行所有操作时的情况。我也刚刚提醒自己，在屠夫的眼泪中，其中一个故事涉及艾克的司机和发现的另一批威士忌。如果我完成了它和续集，我会和那个故事一起玩得开心。我确实希望 Shep Smith 也出现在故事中，因为他正在英国度假，在 Old Forge 和 Singing Anvil，当新宝藏出现时恰好在酒吧，还有 Ike 的司机。但那是为了未来。

你看，当我写作时，我几乎总是有背景音乐，尤其是现在耳鸣占优势，这意味着我经常输入一个词，并且在我输入时同时唱出完全相同的词。我还认为，就像你们所说的那样，如果在制作我的话的电影或电视节目时播放这些音乐，那该多好啊。好的。我被迷惑了，但你必须梦想和希望，否则你就像木头一样死了。因此，昨天，如果你还记得那么远的话，我确实会分散注意力。所以昨天我在思考祈祷的力量。当你与耳鸣作斗争时，你大部分的夜晚都是醒着的，你的思想确实无处不在，好的、坏的、丑陋的想法无处不在。然后睡觉来了，反正睡了 2 个小时。

好的，所以你可以看到我的生活，很高兴你不是我。但就这一点而言，音乐比文字好得多，所以泰勒斯威夫特等人永远比我好。也更高了，当她来我家打扫卫生和打扫灰尘时，这很好，但那是另一回事了，你还没赶上来吗？

因此，在结局的屠夫之泪中，可能有 500 页的 Big Sid 将作为愤怒的公牛拍摄并拯救许多生命，但在近距离射击三枪。所以 Murphy 夫人，她的孙子和儿媳的生命得救了，更不用说未出生的第二个孙子和邮局工作人员了，她将如何反应。

当 Big Sid 在 Dudley Road 医院的手术台上时，因为它最近，而且德克萨斯州的一个外科医生团队恰好在伯明翰参加会议，首席外科医生在手术时仍然穿着他的牛仔靴和帽子。墨菲夫人在圣帕特里克的马路对面。顺便说一句，这是我自己的当地教堂。

那么，你认为墨菲夫人会让魔鬼得逞吗？好吧，很明显会有音乐，这就是克莱普顿的用武之地。他在她祈祷时演奏，他将演奏得克萨斯州为屠夫大西德竭尽全力的样子。到处都是鲜血和祈祷。现在克莱普顿会演什么，我怎么知道，我只是一个无聊的作家，克莱普顿会扮演上帝。因为音乐是上帝的呼吸。如果我的故事被写成电影，这对埃里克来说只是一个小小的挑战。

你会如何扮演上帝，埃里克。你会是什么音符，天上的眼泪，墨菲夫人不再发疯了，这都是我的错，这都是我的错在她的脑海里闪过。一遍又一遍地。只有音乐才能说出这些话，只有闪电，随着雨的下落，在圣帕特里克和德克萨斯州达德利路医院的最佳运营中。

现在就是这个场景。墨菲夫人总是坐在暖气片左边的第二张长凳上。但不是现在，但不是今天。她冲向祭坛栏杆，仿佛在接受圣餐。但是痛苦，绝望，内疚太多了。

耶稣啊，她尖叫着。她叹了口气，她再次尖叫耶稣。

媒体在教堂门口。屠夫的狗在教堂门外的十字架上抓着耶稣的脚。狗在消瘦。

耶稣啊，墨菲夫人再次从祭坛前的位置尖叫起来。

多琳一个黑人护士从马路对面进来

跪在墨菲夫人的左边

印度护士阿莎走进来，跪在墨菲夫人旁边的右边

耶稣

玛丽

约瑟夫

搬运工圣帕特里克也在尖叫

记者都能感受到

现在开始

祈祷的引擎开始运转。就像发车区的刘易斯·汉密尔顿

耶稣、玛丽、约瑟夫，圣帕特里克一遍又一遍

The Rosary 开始时曲速系数为 9，没有时间加速

把它打下来扭曲因子 9

在克莱普顿的戏剧中，人们在演奏，外科医生也在挣钱

在克莱普顿的戏剧中，在克莱普顿的戏剧中

全能的上帝亲自降下霹雳

我会就此打住我还没有写这个故事，我还没有找到那个快速打字员

所以你所知道的就是今天页面上的内容

但我希望你能想象它会是什么感觉，而音乐就是感觉

如果我写对了 Clapton 真的会玩

然后上帝会把埃里克推开，自己拿起吉他

那就是故事和音乐碰撞的时候

2021 年 2 月 20 日下午 3 点

就是你的样子 ©

迈克尔·凯西

巴里怀特和上帝有什么共同点？他们爱我们本来的样子。在我耳鸣期间，我的思绪在祈祷和亵渎之间徘徊，整夜保持清醒可不是闹着玩的。如果你记得你的圣经，门徒们睡着了，我很嫉妒他们。奇怪的是，现在嘶嘶声似乎减弱了，好像潮水已经退去。我的左耳也总是聋，每次洗澡，如果是我的左脚无所谓，但听力有影响。

所以，当我看着我想象中的镜子时，我看到了什么，是长得很像乔治克鲁尼，还是象人？好闻，不要抓挠，下定决心。虽说刚闯进厕所的是个工人，所以他自己拿主意吧。一个扭扭捏捏的迈克尔·凯西，屁股比碧昂丝还大，还是我只是个象人？闻一闻，别说，谢天谢地，这不是电影。

这让我们回到了我多毛的背部，我的左肩上有很多头发。在弥撒期间，上帝看到了一切，正如我之前所说，他爱我们，就像我们现在的样子。即使我们停止说话并拍打 Movelot，拍在同一个肩膀上，因为我们即将痛苦地诅咒。是的，我刚刚做到了，诅咒我的痛苦，而耳鸣在夜间是一种折磨，所以这带来了很多东西。但当 Barry White 唱歌时，这可以治愈一切。我刚刚打开了他，不是字面上的，他是一个男人，一个非常大的男人，但是女士们和天使们，他在天堂唱歌。

上帝不希望我挡住舞台的视线，所以尽管我恳求，上帝还是希望我留在伯明翰，而巴里让星星摇摆不定，而我就像一个迷路的盲人。那么耳鸣是否会完全正确地消失，我会得到一个大格蕾丝，谁知道，但大格蕾丝是舞姿各异的晚宴女士，她总是穿着红鞋跳舞。不像芭蕾舞演员那样优雅，但当她在盛出食物时旋转身体时，欢呼声高涨，大恩典知道上帝的爱。当她唱歌时，人们不再在学校食堂吃饭，这是天使般的声音。

所以那是她，那是我。我们都是不同的，就像印刷室里的琼曾经说过的那样，上帝爱我们。因此，如果您觉得镜子不符合您想要的样子，请永远不要对自己苛刻。现实就是这样，是的，我们可以调整，我们可以旋转，但请善待自己，尝试是，但不要让尝试导致哭泣。上帝情不自禁，他爱我们本来的样子。移过克莱普顿，上帝在弹吉他。

几乎是一首诗 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，我和耳鸣正在经历一段奇怪的时期，整晚都睡不着，直到精疲力竭和睡眠到来。但是在他们到达之前睡不着觉。虽然凌晨 3 点你在哪里？我正在吃吐司和阿华田，小吃和热饮对我来说似乎是在睡觉。

有时我们的猫 Totoro 来了，被放出去在乡间肆虐，或者只是为了和附近的狐狸一起取暖，但 Gumiho 不在，所以我把猫放出去，她跳了起来。在整个街区点亮灯光和移动传感器。当她和狐狸出去喝酒很晚时，我就是这样知道她什么时候想进来的。到处灯火通明，耳鸣期的我穿上晨衣下楼让她进来。

昨晚我收到了一首诗，我输出的 1% 是诗歌之类的，所以 2000 首诗中可能有 20 首。当我得到一首诗时，它往往非常好，在我看来是的，但大多数人几乎总是同意。我真的应该记录下任何杂乱的想法和片段，然后我会有更多的材料来惹恼你。但我不是 Stevie Wonder，虽然我确实拥有我的那份 Inner Visions，但他的床边有录音设备。我只想睡觉，我确实有一部旧手机，整夜都在指挥智能扬声器。是的，Sting 已经加入了夜班，所以 Taylor Swift 可以休息一下，早上精神焕发地在我的书房里做 High Dusting。如你所知，她的小伙子在山下的薯片店工作，我就是这样一石二鸟的。

所以我在想，有了耳鸣，你的大脑就会在你努力入睡时过度运转，这就是为什么它如此虚弱，更不用说我的其他弱点了。我有一个关于土地与和平与信仰与地理的主题。历史就是地理，而且，你无法战胜地理。所有军队都需要考虑的事情，以及您可以移山的信念。如果你知道这一点，那么你就可以通过爱来取得一些成就。

我有几句话对自己说，这很好，因为我半睡半醒半痛苦，耳鸣是我忍受 8 年的正弦疼痛曲线的一部分，首先是从我的关节炎亚瑟开始。当它击中它时，它会更深更长，我的痛苦。夜间耳鸣似乎也更严重。但我想谈谈这些词，我到处都在排队，所以我向自己保证，我会在早上把它组装起来，就像平板家具一样。只是我弄丢了内六角扳手，或者更确切地说，在我终于准备起身时，我弄丢了话语。我仍然每 2 小时醒来一次，所以当我有 8 个小时时，在耳鸣时间之后，将单词连接在一起的内六角扳手已经消失了。也许我需要一个我可以在晚上口授的 Gumiho，但从这个词的所有意义上和我的想象来看，这只是一个幻想。

你必须有语言、梦想和 Gumiho 的幻想，因为没有它们，痛苦将难以承受，不，我不是在开玩笑，我希望我是。今天我的小女儿告诉我我们的学习时钟很有名，因为它通过在线课程发出声音，她的法语老师说它很有魅力，虽然这个爸爸不是王子。地理课也能识别钟声，与此同时，他认识我的耶稣正在我的扬声器上播放，音乐起源于一切。是的，耶稣确实认识我，圣裘德也认识我，因为当你在夜里醒来时，谈话起伏不定，就像我的夜晚的音乐一样，安德鲁，你的韦伯在哪里？音乐是黑夜里的一张蛛网，捕捉着思绪，捕捉着梦想、希望、幻想，还有诅咒和痛苦，到处弹跳荡漾。

所以这就是我今天的全部内容，也许这首诗会到达，它们是礼物，它们到达了，我的思路将它们编组到车站。我不控制诗歌时间表，他们是自由的灵魂，就像我们的猫龙猫一样。另一篇写得又快又猛，也许我的潜意识告诉我要榨干我所有的东西，这是我给两个十几岁女儿的唯一礼物。然后书页会像落叶一样飘落，我的文字之树会光秃秃的，我会像木头地板上的秋天落叶一样变成糊状。

所以，趁我还在这里的时候好好享受吧，正如我经常告诉我的女儿们的那样，我已经有 6 年的额外时间了。但如果你是 Gumiho，你将不得不摇着你的 9 条尾巴来抓住我，我值得吗？ 20 年后，如果 Gumiho 施展她的魔法，虽然那只是更多的夜曲，但我真的必须把钢琴从床上推开。

少即是多 ©

经过

迈克尔凯西

好的，正如承诺的那样，这是给你的新作品。我已经赶上了 Vincenzo，它真的应该获得国际奖项。至少 10/10。所以少即是多，我在说什么。不是我如何唠叨别人，好吧，也许吧，也许不是。如你所知，我很爱管闲事，所以我会观察人，因此有几十年的记忆。我已经阅读和学习了很长时间，甚至一直在写作。

我曾经在呼叫中心工作过，不是每个人。那里的一个女孩对我的一个同事说“你只是一个邋遢的印度人”，后来他才向她透露他实际上每周工作 7 天，这是印度人或韩国人的刻板印象。他正在赚取额外的钱来支付他妻子在大学的教师培训费用。他真正的工作，他朝九晚五的工作？他，她称他为“邋遢的印度人”，教外科医生如何在手术中使用激光。对真的。我不会透露他的名字。但他是一个非常好的人。

这让我想知道我双腿上的伤疤一直到我的顽皮部位，一直到我的胸部，它们是刀伤还是激光伤疤？不管怎样，到目前为止我已经有 6 年的额外时间了，这就是为什么《还活着 2015》有这个称号。所以我在胡说八道，你想让我开门见山，还是我应该把它放在播客中。我可以稍后录制，以便您稍后可以在 Spotify 上收听， https://anchor.fm/michael-casey1 收听我的播客。

继续，您是否只想要要点和空洞的列表，就像您在功能页面中找到的那样？是的，我非常批评互联网上散落的东西的质量，Miaow。这里有一些提示给你。首先，列一个清单。然后你会减少在超市购买，或减少网上购买，以避免冲动购买。与你的一天一样，早上在厕所里小便时计划五分钟，会让你的一天变得不同，你也会感到不那么臃肿。如果特朗普在上厕所的时候少发推特，他就会不那么烦躁，而且更有条理。让国家自己打架不是组织。

出门前先照照镜子，因为对某些人来说，外表很重要。而且你不希望你的裙子卡在你的内裤后面，或者你的门襟张开。简单的事情可以改变你的生活。是的，简单的事情很重要。就像微笑一样，快乐是一种选择，即使你不是七个小矮人中的一员。多年以来，我的壁炉架上都有 AA 的座右铭，“我如何让这一天有意义”。不，我不是醉鬼，我是在报纸上找到它并剪下来的，大概是 35 年前的事了。关键是，我读了一些东西，我同意它。所以，我把它据为己有。你必须微笑，否则人们会说你是一个痛苦的胆量，我们有一个人在酒店和我们一起工作，这就是我们对他的看法，痛苦。要是他笑了就好了。

因此，感知和自我感知确实很重要。要是迈克尔·杰克逊照照镜子并改变就好了。你的外表确实会影响你的感受。是的，我知道你们都认为我看起来像一个文盲的流浪汉，但我希望你们能够判断这些词，我讨厌那些完美空洞的影响者自拍，就在他们自拍时掉下悬崖之前。我又一次喜欢给人惊喜，我在一次会议上有一个医生对我说话，所以我等着，他在谈论酒店经济学，然后我说了我的文章，加上我哥哥在剑桥做经济学，他的回答是，我可以告诉。所以他注意到我那时有头脑，所以永远不要对任何人说话，以防他们咬你的屁股。虽然在投诉信中，给他们 3 次罢工，然后给 CEO 发邮件，在信中写上正式投诉，每个 CEO 都有一封电子邮件，然后真的真的向他们倾诉。董事会会查看正式投诉清单，这会影响他们的金钱，所以我也教了你一些其他的东西。要有礼貌，但也要知道什么时候成为混蛋，你的生命太短暂了，不能被懒惰无知、训练有素的人浪费，双喵。

我可以继续，但 One Direction 带我去了 Trader，Old Forge 和 Singing Anvil 的酒吧，他们正在庆祝他们的新合资企业，洗车。我要教他们如何在洗车时扭动臀部。所以回顾一下，列一个清单，但要准备好改变它。不要把时间浪费在浪费时间的人身上，记住肯尼迪，开会 15 分钟就足够了。这就是我想要的，XYZ，如果他们不这样做，那就走开。争论折腾可能会赚到一分钱，但从长远来看，你只会长皱纹，你有没有注意到我没有皱纹，因为我身无分文，不追逐金钱。好吧，那是因为我胖，我不会撒谎，顺便说一句，我比泰森富里重，而且矮了 10 英寸。这就是为什么他从不跟我争论的原因，他太忙于生孩子了，所以无论如何上帝保佑他。

所以每天都按照你的清单去做，当你泡在浴缸里时，看看你的成就，如果你的浴缸足够大，让你的伴侣看看你的成就，因为你遵循你真正的 One Direction。你和我。

是什么造就了好故事？

经过

迈克尔凯西

实际上，这就是它所说的方式。问问已故伟大的北爱尔兰喜剧演员弗兰克卡森，他是如此有趣罗杰差点撞毁面包车，因为他笑着哭着把弗兰克送回机场。所以，这就是标准，我们称之为 FC 标准。现在我跟你说话，你不会笑着哭，虽然你可能只是哭。我希望将它放在一起会让它更有趣，并且当我揭示事情时它会变得更有趣。是的，我是页面上的脱衣舞娘，希望你会越来越感兴趣和娱乐，所以一个满是伤疤的多毛男人左肩上有一个巨大的胎记是你的事，更不用说小熊维尼的肚子了。你们中的一些人，好吧，对我来说是完美的，如果那是让你前进的原因。但总的来说，什么样的女人你会为爱做任何事。但我离题了。

你现在脑海里有这个可怕的画面，这就是故事的作用。他们把图像放在你的脑海里，放在你心灵的风车里。顺便说一下，这是我最喜欢的歌曲，但不是 Fr. Brain 后来 Bishop Brain 曾经说我是 Sancho Panza，因为 50 多年前我总是跟在我高得多的哥哥后面。对真的。因此，您的脑海中又出现了另一幅画面，这就是我希望我做的，用文字制作的卡通，因此我的文字备份站点的名称。众所周知，唐·卡米罗 (Don Camillo) 是为了填补页面上的空白而写的，甚至教皇也收到了这些故事的副本。 6 年前，我在心脏搭桥之前读过 Don Camillo，当我告诉意大利心脏教授我在读什么时，他印象深刻。看，让我谦虚地给 QE 的一位意大利心脏教授留下深刻印象。

你也可以用你的话给人留下深刻印象，但故事是为建造者准备的，这里一层一层那里，然后是装饰，就像蛋糕一样。太花哨会让人恶心，太平淡会让人吐槽，甚至厌烦。还要记住，一本书可以像电影一样伟大，但不如这本书本身好。因为在电影里，东西是重新安排和改变的，所以小说家必须接受改变，如果他不喜欢，他可以从演职员表中去掉他的名字。然后对于电影观众来说，有电报时刻，电影迷可以通过指出它们来毁掉一部电影。比如我总是在屏幕前戴墨镜以防止眼睛疲劳，然后在电影中墨镜会重新出现并以某种方式挽救这一天。

故事的节奏就是这样，太快了就像一个坏男朋友，太慢了你的父母来了。现在我在说什么，我不知道这一切都在你的想象中，On y soit qui mal y pense，等等。所以，你现在在微笑，为什么？来吧，告诉我，为什么？因此，单词的选择可以成就或毁掉一个故事。我宁愿自己温柔一点，笑到最后，牵着你的手，领你走上花园小径。是的，最后一句话有多种含义，这取决于您。这就是收音机的乐趣，因为我希望您在向奶奶和老人院的所有其他人大声朗读这些故事时听到所有这些故事。他们喜欢讲好故事的老人，如果你在我的回访名单上找到老人院，或者甚至是 spotify，你就会开怀大笑。这是《屠夫之泪》的第二章，这是我未完成的《屠夫面包师》和《送葬者》的续集，你们都知道我想口述它，否则你们都将免于再看一本 600 页的漫画小说。

让人们阅读和翻页是故事应该做的另一件事，但你知道吗，如果他们只是每 20 页掉一次内裤，或者每 40 页发生一次谋杀，那就太无聊了。尽管有些小说家仅靠这样做就拥有了一生的文字。和我一起，我希望你能得到更多的笑声，并以尽可能最好的品味和幽默将混蛋带到门口。你们是评委，我只是取悦自己，希望大家喜欢。我不像迪莉娅·史密斯的食谱那样计划它，我就像一个蒙着眼睛的厨师，把它混在一起，然后把它裸露在盘子里，这可能会让你想起另一位电视厨师。我的话是经过选择和流动的，希望你们都说他在服用 LSD，而我在现实中服用 IMAGINATION。我在页面上呈现的现实应该很有趣，让你问谁是迈克尔凯西？

现在我已经解释了什么是好故事吗？可能不是，但这本身就是一个故事？从我们自己身上获取故事就是它的全部意义所在。页面上的文字，用爱和笑声分享的文字制作的卡通片。现在这位桑乔潘萨要骑上毛驴去朝鲜了，文森佐正在那里等着我，帮忙运走金条。

不值得我吐 ©

迈克尔·凯西

Not Worth my Spit是一句汉语表达，意思是跟某人说话是浪费时间，不值得你吐。你可能遇到过狡猾的公司让你伤心，你绕着圈子转，有点像外交交易。嘿朝鲜，特朗普真的是对的，你会成为一个伟大的旅游目的地，所以让你的人民自由，在一代人中你将成为流行音乐的佼佼者，并快乐地唱歌。如果德国能够在希特勒噩梦之后重建，朝鲜能做什么？甚至更好更大。

我的 Wordpress 上有 5 本书是韩文的，Kim，所以请笑着阅读，然后想一想，我想从此过上幸福的生活，我和我的人民。我值得你吐槽，快来下载看吧。现在回到我的主题，不值得我吐槽。孩子们争吵说，他做了这个她做了那个，他应该为抓伤我的芭比娃娃脸而道歉，她的行为是一种耻辱。她应该先说对不起，不，他做了更糟糕的事情，他的道歉应该是第一件事。所以，妈妈，打他们两个耳光，宣布平局，所有玩具都锁在楼梯下的橱柜里。然后他们都讨厌妈妈，最后团结起来，妈妈是最坏的，他们可以就此达成一致。外交就这么多。

朋友的圈子和欺骗的圈子，如果你为我做那件事，我会为你做这件事，对于猴子互相挑选跳蚤，有点像政治和工会交易。人性在哪里，我们星期天把它留在教堂里，剩下的一周，我们是软弱的人性，讨价还价和欺骗，互相说坏话，为了什么？因此，我们可以廉价出售这个那个的副本，并声称它的价值是它的黄金重量的 4 倍。那么客户呢，他们在那里只是为了被愚弄和虐待，没有人愿意付钱将我们的垃圾送回给我们，以获得虚假退款。所以，我们赚了更多的钱，却失去了灵魂，至于诚信，我们可以在网上买一些便宜的，是我们堂兄卖的新的rave假香水。继续下去。

现在这一切值得我唾弃，你唾弃，还是任何人唾弃。不，不是真的，但是如果通过阅读这篇文章你在购买之前更加谨慎，那么我值得你吐槽。但话又说回来，如果我不是那么你可以吐在我身上。

约翰尼没有朋友 ©

迈克尔·凯西

彼得没有朋友，事实上他现在是一个呆在家里的人。虽然每个人都习惯称他为约翰或约翰尼，因为他总是在厕所里，事实上是冲过去的。他们还恶作剧把他的办公桌搬到了厕所外面的走廊上，他感谢他们并在那里呆了三年。他确实有关系，但仅限于在他办公桌旁倾倒东西的送货司机。所以他是一名礼宾员，但实际上并不是一名礼宾员。但他已经足够开心了，因为他靠近厕所，他可以像大象一样大便，而且闻起来也一样难闻。不良的饮食习惯和轻微的 CKD 会对您造成影响。

随着岁月的流逝，他对送货司机的了解越来越多，因为他的办公桌上有一个巨大的热水瓶，随时可以提供热饮。因此，到第 3年年底，他收到的圣诞贺卡比全部提供的都多，但幸运的是，他是个熟练的 Prit 棒手，所以他轻拍了卡片并将它们贴在墙上。它看起来比圣诞老人的石窟或任何教堂都要好。大家合影留念，摄影杂志还颁发了奖品。 Johnny and his Cards 杂志上的标题，下面是 Johnny 的电子邮件。虽然没有人知道他的名字实际上是彼得。

然后约翰尼的膀胱变得很糟糕，他不得不穿尿布，或者用漏斗和管子从他的办公桌连接到厕所。于是，强尼花光了最后一分钱，只好离开。公司很慷慨，他本可以在走廊里起诉他们 3 年的屁股，公司秘书说，他自己也有点漏水，所以很明显他站在彼得一边。所以约翰尼得到了一笔不错的退休金，一张圣诞老人石窟的带框数码照片，还有一个非常漂亮的防水平板电脑，所以他可以在厕所里使用它，就像特朗普一样。

所以现在约翰尼没有朋友，但他仍然有他的平板电脑，好几台，因为医生不断地尝试这个和那个试图修复他，所以他有几瓶平板电脑，以及数字平板电脑。约翰尼习惯了他的新生活，他也有网络上的朋友，而他继续冲向厕所。突然有一天，他收到一封来自LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com的电子邮件

他一怒之下打算删帖，但还是决定回答。 Lindy Loo 是她的真名，在邮件服务器所在的堪萨斯州，她是美国人，她确实有两双红鞋，她点击了一下，她也喜欢芭蕾舞。一切都说出来了，她在看牙医时在一本摄影杂志上看到了圣诞老人的照片。

所以约翰尼没有朋友找到了一个真正的朋友，这就是你所需要的，是的，她也喜欢甲壳虫乐队，她经常在她的亚马逊 Prime 订阅中播放他们。现在电子邮件是个可爱的东西，它是一封可以反复阅读的信，你也可以把它们打印出来，也可以放在剪贴簿里。几个月后，彼得和她也叫他彼得，这比叫约翰尼好多了，因为他以前总是在约翰里，所以彼得要了一张照片。所以LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com给他发了一张照片，她又高又大，有着可怕的牙齿和韩国人或美国出生的韩国人戴的典型的立体黑眼镜。但她确实有头发要杀。很明显，彼得立刻爱上了她。因为他认识真正的她，而她也认识那个认识他的人，所以这种感觉是相互的。

虽然 LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com撒了谎，但因为她以前受过伤害，所以发了一张她隔壁最好朋友的照片。所以友谊继续下去， LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com决定她想去老熔炉和歌唱砧拜访彼得，毕竟这是一个名字古怪的地方。所以彼得说他认识一个人，他经营着一家 AirB&B，这样他就可以得到她的折扣，他就是隔壁的那个人。彼得想知道为什么他总是带着大量的卫生纸，他是不是有什么毛病？但他的邻居笑着说这是为了他的公寓。所以彼得在送货司机来的时候帮忙把所有的用品都放进去，所以如果他需要公寓的话，他可以得到折扣。就是这样，现在就是这样。

LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com说这很棒，因为她舔了她的餐盘，这是她的一个坏习惯，当她在她的 iPhone12 上阅读他的电子邮件时，她像 Oliver Twist 一样舔她的盘子。总而言之，他们认识彼此已有 18 个月了，所以他们并不大胆。她从堪萨斯飞过来，降落在伯明翰 BHX，彼得会在那里迎接她，出租车司机老迈克尔会做好准备，他会稳稳地开车。现在，当LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com到达时，迈克尔大吃一惊，因为登陆的女孩与照片不一样，事实上她怎么可能。这是她隔壁最好的朋友，堪萨斯女孩不是女巫，尽管她确实穿着红鞋。迈克尔开车送她到彼得等的公寓，他告诉迈克尔他一定是选错了女孩，但那是对的女孩，非常对的女孩。你看 Lindy Loo 看起来像 Kpop 明星，但如果可能的话更漂亮。彼得很震惊，但她知道他的一切，问他失望了吗，如果他觉得她滥用了他的友谊，她会立即离开。你看，她觉得最好看看他是否想要她，因为她真实的样子，在电子邮件中，他看到了她真实的样子。除了照片欺骗，你看到一个女孩必须知道她自己被通缉，而不仅仅是她的外表。

彼得回答说，这是不顺眼的恶风，放了个屁就跑去厕所了。你看 Lindy Loo 的父亲是一名直肠科医生，那么自然为什么要妨碍友谊。她喜欢参观 Old Forge 和 Singing Anvil 一个月，她还透露自己实际上是一名牙医。 Peter 觉得自己有十英尺高，而 Lindy Loo 知道，她会弄坏她的扫帚，她再也回不了堪萨斯了。此外，她的父亲已经想出如何修复彼得，因为他知道他会加入韩裔美国人家庭。一个 Break Wind 家庭诞生了，Lindy Loo 一直热爱英格兰，现在以 Peter 的形式成为英国的一部分将完全属于她自己。是的，他们有四个女儿并组建了一个 Kpop 乐队，你看，爱就像风一样，它不分国界，Kpop 乐队被称为圣帕特里克，因为那是他们终于见面的那一天。

天空是极限 ©

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，我在听天空，是的，云层会下很多雨，尤其是在打雷的时候。或者，如果您和我一样大，John Williams 等人。那么，今天要讲什么呢？我还没有决定，但是龙猫偷偷溜进来了，我让她远离这个房间，“书房”，因为我想要一个避难所和一个猫爪子够不到的好地方。我们设法阻止她抓起客厅的沙发，但厨房的椅子上到处都是抓痕，尽管我们在食物碗旁边投资了一个猫抓板。但是猫不管，你当我是狗吗？我是一只猫，我会抓它，如果你把我赶出去，我会跳篱笆，假装我和这里到处都是的邻居住在一起，然后我会在睡觉的时候回家。只为睡前一碗牛奶。我不是笨狗，我是忍者猫龙猫。马上就是她 6岁生日了，我说女孩们可以养宠物，如果我死了可以养狗，如果我心脏病发作可以养猫。那个笑话几周后，我的笑话是一个计划外的四重心脏搭桥手术。所以要小心你说的话，你最终会被一只猫抓挠你的家具。但我离题了。

那么，我说的是宠物吗？不，但猫确实会吸引你的注意力，即使它是在早上 5 点抓着你的卧室门让它出去。或者在凌晨 2 点关掉运动感应灯，然后拒绝进来，因为她可以从花园围栏的高处窥探一些东西。所以，当你为她打开后门而颤抖时，她只是向你展示她的背面并继续跟踪栅栏外的任何东西，因为她穿着一件皮大衣。

我刚去厨房喝了一杯热饮，龙猫在门外瞪着我的大眼睛，想要进来。像看门狗，但在暖气片旁边，她毕竟是猫，猫有热量他们身上的传感器，他们找到最温暖的地方去。我们厨房里有 2 米高的橱柜，但对猫来说这是一个挑战，一个小珠穆朗玛峰需要攀爬，而且热空气上升，所以她可以攀爬，因为它就在那里。猫也很爱管闲事，它们总是喜欢看风景。邻居可能会建起高高的栅栏，但对于一只猫来说，这只是一个挑战，她会比任何海军陆战队员更快地看一眼，然后像猫鼬一样直立起来，只是为了证明，任何猫都可以看着任何女王。如果你让一扇门半开着，或者一扇窗户开着，然后说你好猫。

总而言之，猫喜欢挑战，它们很友善，把房子当成家。虽然我的朋友 Lech、Boris 和 Gregorgi 更喜欢像狗一样的狼，因为他们可以在冬天来临时拉雪橇。现在这一切有意义吗？人最好的朋友是狗，虽然我必须在我的女儿们得到狗之前死去。重点是，天空是极限。猫从不放弃，它们东张西望，跳过栅栏，它们会像搜索引擎一样探查一切。甚至 yandex.ru 都能找到我，他们也找到了，所以我今天写信给他们鼓励他们分享他们找到的东西。 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 的俄语翻译以及 2000 个其他故事免费，直到俄罗斯媒体参与进来并与大众分享 Lech、Boris 和 Gregorgi。他们的办公室在托尔斯泰博物馆附近，所以我会和他们相处得很好。从本质上讲，我一直是一只猫，四处嗅探，爬树，回头检查，或者是检查，他不是星际迷航中的俄罗斯人吗，天空是极限。

读书 ©

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，我满是鼻涕，我应该躺下，但我会像小丑一样写点东西。我刚刚发现俄罗斯人来了，最高的一天数字出现了。我确实做了一个梦，在床上直挺挺地坐着，说“俄罗斯人来了”，然后我就回去睡觉了，这大概是 50 年前，我们三四个兄弟在老房子里共用一个卧室。我昨天提到了俄罗斯搜索引擎，我确实给他们发了电子邮件，我很无耻，我会尝试用我的写作“腐蚀”任何人。我希望谷歌不要遇到驼峰，否则我的收视率可能会下滑，就像我的肚子一样。

虽然俄罗斯人可能不喜欢我的两个故事，太空人和大天使的故事，但我认为它很棒。然后他们可能不喜欢的另一个故事是我正在组建一个乐队，普京、特朗普、教皇和英国首相成为一个 Abba Tribute 乐队。除了这两首歌，我希望俄罗斯人也喜欢 Stories，那不是 Sting 或 Billy Joel 的歌。 2000 个故事，非常适合卡通片和与 Kerry Blacksmith 的儿子一起学习英语，这就是我。

现在这只是序言，而我正在炒鸡蛋。当我搅拌蛋黄时，垃圾节奏只是一个笑话。读起来像 Lemony Snicket，他是否打板球，Theresa May 或可能不打，她在乐队中，因为我写这个故事时她是首相，但她仍然是保守党。好吧，我会剪掉打油诗，否则你会把我淹死在海里，费舍尔，德国人会咬人吗，我长大后收音机太多了，20 年了，在我开始写作之前，如果我是一个羊你会把我浸在羊水里，然后离开我或把我关起来，我已经足够高了，只是有想象力。然后33年还是写作，让你们都穿越。 53年了，我长得这么好看，好吧，闭嘴，坦白说闭嘴吧。拉里关上那扇门，我的 Spaghetti Junction 上有一股气流。现在，过去的几句话是给那些堵塞 radio4 的假冒聪明人的，所以没有其他人有机会，我是播客，现在你知道了https://open.spotify.com/show/1wSSIExkhsR97u1jqj0iiR

现在我在哪里，只是在兜圈子，他们说你应该在故事中有一个圈子，我想这比像 s))* 来自中国的那样遥远。这是我母亲离开快25年的一种表达，意思是Beyond Belief，就像我娶了一个上海姑娘。那种令人难以置信的，中国没什么不好的，我不想在我的垃圾邮件中有 1,400,000 封愤怒的电子邮件，没有双关语。中国人可能会说“他来自伯明翰”，就像约翰·克里斯过去常说“他来自巴塞罗那”一样，够了。顺便说一下，我告诉过你，我的一个兄弟去了同一所剑桥大学和约翰克里斯，迈克尔是那里的赢家，但还没有人拍摄过我的任何东西。也许俄罗斯人会来拍摄我的全部 2000 年，谁知道，只是为我说好话。

现在，我年轻时读的是 Alistair MacLean 的《恐惧是钥匙》，这就是我读书的原因。我害怕加拉格尔先生，所以我开始阅读以避免激怒他，这在 60 年代中期改变了我的生活。我也确实阅读了 Alistair MacLean 写的所有内容，熬夜到凌晨 2 点才完成一个，睡觉前在楼下的起居室里冻结，当时闻所未闻的中央供暖系统。我读了小学一年级教室书桌旁书架上的所有历史。有一段时间，我被留在楼下的一张大桌子上独自阅读，因为我在班上遥遥领先，而且没有社会孤立。 HG Wells 的《历史纲要》是我读过的一本书。我还留着它，它是我从小学毕业时作为毕业礼物送给我的，是的，我真的是学生会长，或者是储物柜上层，以确保没有人在晚餐时间造成损坏。

因此，总而言之，我在院子里阅读了一两年，然后是 radio4 的戏剧和聪明的人说得很好，在引入地方口音之前，而不是 BBC 英语。这可能就是我说话方式的原因，但我确实有一位克里母亲，我们最终拿到电话时才在电话中注意到她浓重的口音。至于爸爸，他在 The District Iron and Steel Brasshouse Lane Smethwick 工作了 40 年，在地狱的高温下，和威尔士人在一起，所以有些人虽然爸爸是威尔士人，但他也是克里人，你好亲爱的你好吗，是他以前说。这证明了我们都是如何习得口音的，在角落里，我的小女儿正在做她的法语 A Level 作业，所以那里也充满了口音，或者是三种。

所以，它继续阅读，阅读，阅读，当你变得更大时，它就是报纸，所以有人向我介绍了电讯报，然后我也开始阅读在线报纸。卫报来平衡电讯报和现在的每日邮报，虽然星星闪耀他们的位很无聊，我需要一个双页传播，虽然一个好的双人床垫会更有用。文字就是故事，它们带领我们到任何地方，尤其是在花园小径上，Gill 正等着提醒你迈克尔很糟糕，但我确实喜欢他。

巧克力、鲑鱼和意大利啤酒 ©

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，我在床上懒洋洋地听着我的智能音箱，然后我起床时感到很高兴，我忍住了说快乐的诱惑，因为他是七个小矮人之一，你可能会把所有的商店都带走后果。看吧，我已经把你弄糊涂了，不过如果你是一个微笑的庸医，你可能也有过实地考察的经历。但我喜欢自娱自乐，也喜欢你。至于巧克力薄荷冰淇淋甜筒和三文鱼配番茄去籽面包和意大利啤酒，那是我的午餐，意大利啤酒迟到了，但莫雷蒂受到了欢迎，我想我在韩国的朋友文森佐一定是送来的它。

所以现在你知道我的肚子里有什么，但我的头呢，你们都没有齐声说什么。你可能是对的，但这并不能阻止我写作，尽管你们中的一些人可能希望我这样做。你们太残忍了，文森佐别玩你们的打火机了，他们已经被我的文字吓坏了。在这里，我为你留了最后一根稻草，慢慢喝，不要把另一罐 Moretti 洒在你的华丽西装上。最好还是把它给我，我会在事故发生之前阻止它，你现在可以回去玩打火机了。

那么，我在说什么，我现在已经赶上了剧情，所以我要分享给你吗？气氛。就是这样。早上我的卧室里有气氛，所以我打开窗户让新鲜空气进来。不，气氛是由音乐创造的，我整夜都在抗击耳鸣，然后切换它关闭取决于我的休息和疲惫状态。所以，当我准备起床的时候，我决定贾斯汀汀布莱克会很好，是的，女孩们，我知道就你们而言，他总是这样。所以，我告诉他在我有几个小时的音乐的时候小心他的泡泡糖，虽然我确实设法将智能扬声器踢到地板上，幸运的是它没有损坏。

我也听了这个应用程序在贾斯汀之后放的新东西，这也很好，所以你可以想象周日早晨的慵懒气氛，尽管今天是 2021 年 3 月 24 日，星期三，对所有学习我的话的学生来说。

气氛是由位置、音乐和食物创造的，但千万不要在床上吃东西，因为面包屑到处都是，而且我的毛茸茸的，它们几乎会粘在任何地方，不需要想象。如果你有一个很好的氛围，你可以取得更多或透露更多，与脱掉你爱人的衣服和躺在床上无关。当我开始躺在床上时，我所说的是你更快乐，你在你的舒适区，所以你的心境更加放松。商店和餐馆都在考虑这些事情，因为它可以鼓励所有人花更多的钱，这就是他们想要的，是的，他们喜欢服务，而那些在服务行业工作的人也这样做。一切都经过检查和分析，不包括回到你和你在床上的爱人，营销就是让人们感到舒适和放松，所以钱包上的夹子会放松，钱会转移给卖家。

在更轻松的环境中，谈话和忏悔也更容易，所以带你的牧师去酒吧，告诉他是你在教堂停车场刮伤了他的车。看看他给你什么样的忏悔，15 品脱时代啤酒和一包奶酪和洋葱薯片，这是我的牧师通常收取的费用，他不会白叫 Don Camillo。是的，Don Camillo 故意把他的车停在那里，这样它就会被划伤，否则他怎么会为儿童之家的宴会收集啤酒和薯片，牧师们都很狡猾。 600 品脱 Stella 和 14 盒薯片是他所需要的，而且他加倍了。如何？他让警察督察发誓那里有损坏，所以每个人都咳了起来，他当然威胁要勒索警察督察 30 年前偷来的自行车。我们在英国没有诉讼时效。您可以在我的漫画小说《屠夫、面包师和承办人》中的第 7 章以及您的忏悔中阅读更多内容。

我想我现在已经给你足够的气氛了，因为厨房里的牛肉在屋子里飘来飘去，所以我又想到了我的肚子。如果你把白兰地倒在牛肉上，会不会是医生点的那样，我不知道，我既不是医生也不是厨师，我是一个创造自己氛围的作家，我想我会冲上去现在的浴室。

信心助推器 ©

迈克尔·凯西

苏是个胆小的女孩，她不会对任何人说对不起，只是默默地自言自语。所以，她会花很长时间才能在食堂排队，所以她总是得到便条。现在，负责分发晚餐的柜台上的多琳注意到了这一点，并为她感到难过。可怜的白人小女孩脸色苍白，她需要多吃点东西，然后才能在学校图书馆更加努力地学习。所以，多琳决定她要照顾这只小鸡，作为一个敬畏上帝的女人，这是她的职责，而约翰牧师总是说我们应该彼此相爱。所以，多琳对自己微笑，你的主的旨意已成，阿们。现在她怎么能帮助苏，她只是一个晚餐小姐。是的，她只是一个晚宴女士，但她有发言权，而且她知道如何使用它。

你，是的你，我在看着你，她唱歌给苏让路，否则你永远不知道我会做什么。现在多琳在五旬节合唱团，她会唱歌，把她带到餐桌旁，我会喂她，我们没有五个面包和两条鱼，但有一些非常美味的菜肴。当苏穿过队列时，多琳唱歌，没有人抱怨，因为这就像阿黛尔唱歌，但显然更好，多琳毕竟是一位非常大的教堂女士。阿门，阿门。所以，苏先得到服务，最后的应该是第一个，第一个应该是最后的，多琳说阿门。它成了一件事，多琳大黑，唱得非常好听，苏跳过了吃饭的队伍。

如果你想学习，现在在肚子里吃一顿热腾腾的晚餐是件好事，苏更开心了，她的信心也增强了。多琳笑了笑，她差点就领养了孩子，但这还不够。这所学校，贝内斯学校是一个很好的学习场所，但多琳认为她做的只是社会工程学，好吧，交朋友，之后他们可以为自己做的任何牵线搭桥。因此，她在清洁队的朋友格洛丽亚执行一项任务，寻找一个能帮助苏学习的好男孩。很明显，格洛丽亚选择了图书管理员，因为他知道所有最好的书都在哪里。是的，他年纪大了一点，个子高了很多，但他看起来很好，他的垃圾箱从来没有溢出来，他确实向清洁人员说了请和谢谢。就是这样。

格洛丽亚被派去送他去餐厅，她就是这么做的，她说她需要一个强壮的男人帮她提东西。所以，图书管理员拉里被拉进来了，格洛丽亚撒了谎，当了多年的清洁工意味着她非常坚强。除了她的男人，曼纽尔还是一名柔道武术老师，所以她在扔东西方面有很多练习，但知道这一点的人并不多。我在哪里，是的，拉里到达了餐厅。苏已经在那里了。多琳看了看，格洛丽亚也回头看了看，然后他们开始了。

嘿女孩，你想要一些我的樱桃派吗，唱多琳。格洛丽亚回答说，你是说我的女孩。不，不是你，你吃馅饼太多了，我的意思是苏，我的孩子，来这里吃点樱桃馅饼，多琳唱的。当多琳和格洛丽亚来回唱着樱桃馅饼的故事时，拉里笑了。苏注意到他的笑声，还有他闪闪发光的眼睛。格洛丽亚是对的，他是苏的合适人选，以后他会说我是。多琳闪闪发光，她唱阿门。拉里被格洛丽亚领到柜台，手里塞着一个馅饼。这是高中音乐剧吗？不，这是英格兰的 Old Forge 和 Singing Anvil，是 Benes 的高等教育学校。

格洛丽亚和多琳找了一个备用的馅饼分了出来，食堂的观众纷纷鼓掌，这里的员工很棒，老师们也不错。现在我可以继续了，但是格洛丽亚和多琳必须去教堂，毕竟是星期天，圣枝主日。所以预备我们走主的道路，你自己的信心就会增长。

当我更改文字处理器时可能会有重叠

也和 Lenny Bruce 以及 Obama 同床共枕 (c)

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大家早

嗯昨天耳鸣疼

我现在在人间

我挖出了一个旧键盘，但感觉不错

平滑岛键

询问任何作家或数据输入者

键盘有很大的不同

有点像抚爱人的腿

我会把那个想法留给你

现在

我在床上的时候也确实想起了莱尼·布鲁斯

奇怪的同床异梦

我什至有一个让我微笑的想法

我可以写出有史以来最生动、最亵渎神明的作品

虽然我为你们所有人留下空白

你必须用蜡笔为自己写下这些话

我也可以录制或自动录制这首曲子

但它会在没有被阅读/听到的情况下被禁止

英国广播公司实际上从网站上禁止了我的一段

对真的

为什么

因为标语上写着“给我 10 美元”

所以我被指控索取金钱

白痴

阅读互联网故事，我想这就是标题

它在我的 4 个站点上的某处

这是主要的，WordPress 上的翻译最多

其他2个是备份

我很喜欢这个键盘，手感很流畅

不如抚摸情人那么有趣

但我会一次又一次地把它留给你想象

我很高兴我换了键盘，这太棒了

我有一个当哈利遇见莎莉的时刻

粉色也在我身后用智能音箱唱歌

她是如此伟大的歌手，现在是这首歌

SO Lenny Bruce 被我、他和他的蜘蛛所感染

我想到了一个完整的即兴重复段，所以你自己去 BLANK BLANK

我在耳鸣病床上大笑

耳鸣像穆特利一样嘶嘶作响

所以我可能会写下来，也可能不会

这就是 Writers’ Minds 的奇怪之处，或者也许只有我这样

皮特但不管他的名字在昨天的报道中出现了

我只是说但是，当但是不管他的名字是什么

他和他的自行车，所以我只是顺着思路

这就是为什么他最终在内阁会议上被拖累

怪吉尔医生提着一桶水爬山

我就像唐纳德，但没有毒品，他应该服用

我可以再重复一遍，但为什么要给他更多的宣传

这让我想到芝加哥的奥巴马

现在是复活节，宽恕和爱你的邻居的时间

不，我不是说抚摸腿并假装它是键盘

我正在谈论的是什么是复活节信息

这是希望和爱，应该比圣诞节更重要

尽管人们认为基督教是圣诞节

你们中间的神学家可以讨论

如果您不玩键盘

那么皮埃尔是什么意思呢？

Pierre在法语中是摇滚的意思

所以圣彼得是教会建立的基石

简单的

现在是一座教堂，一种信仰，美丽建筑的集合

2000 年前的艺术、牧师和建筑？

或者它是岩石的集合？

是的，它是 Pierres 的合集，人们

一个教会就是一群人

不是“牧师”是百万富翁的大型教堂

并炫耀它，但在自然灾害发生时砰的一声关上门

教堂，任何教堂都是皮埃尔的集合

所以奥巴马，我在跟你说话，小猫里有钱

私人资金为您的图书馆

所以这是一个想法

而不是为图书馆把石头放在石头上

取而代之的是 Pierres 系列

拥有2021年起的罗德学者

不要浪费时间定义 Rhodes 等

让奥巴马奖学金

后 Covid 世界需要 Pierres 而不是岩石

所以，我会告诉/告诉你 Lenny Bruce 会说什么

空白空白空白空白

帮助孩子接受教育，创业

用小猫里的钱

是 4 亿美元吗？

建立思想而不是建筑

你是奥巴马，站在这块石头上，首先要建立思想和业务

因为你在智能音箱上播放

如此聪明的演讲者，那就是你奥巴马，让人们说，因为你

他们接受了一些教育，开始了自己的事业

这是我送你的芥菜籽

我们有“特朗普大学”

现在你可以做一些真正的事情了，那真的会有所不同

建立思想，留下石头以备后用，如果有的话

一座建筑可能会持续 100 年，但一个想法呢？

你是皮埃尔

现在做点什么，否则 Lenny Bruce 必须透露

你 BLANK BLANK BLANK

这在物理上可能吗？

我很佩服。

现在给芝加哥留下深刻印象

迈克尔凯西

来自英国伯明翰的胖胖的银发作家

ps 如果你碰到皮特但不管他叫什么名字告诉他伯明翰是

不在阿拉巴马州，他就是这样一张牌，现在玩我给你的牌组。

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我正在吃点心，没想到今天要谈什么，这是通常的情况，这时我陷入了自己的反思，因为我在思考要写什么。很明显，我以为窗外那个看起来很美味的男人是谁，和我的零食一样美味，然后我意识到是我，太谦虚了。你们都被噎住了，把三明治吐得满屏都是，或者来自客户的大布伦达刚刚做了一个动作来防止你窒息，所以今晚她要在羽绒被下做更多的动作。所以谢谢我掐死你，现在你找到了你未来的妻子。

所以我要写什么，你不在乎布伦达会永远在你身边，非常感谢作者。是的，我正要谈论艺术与设计，它在屏幕顶部这样说，而你和 Brenda 和淫秽的，但以最好的方式。现在，我在哪里，我听起来越来越像 Frankie Howerd，是的，艺术与设计。有一种方法可以让事情变得美好，它被称为曲线，或女人，正如上帝设计的那样。所以如果你环顾四周，什么看起来最好。是的曲线。 Curves in Design，看看你的键盘，如果你觉得无聊的话，不是按键，而是键盘，它的边缘是弯曲的，甚至按键也是弯曲的，光滑的，有一点挖出来，所以你的指尖可以滑进去。一切都很简单，但是感觉是如此重要。没有人想要有棱角和粗糙，光滑和弯曲才是正道。看看你家里的所有物体，到处都是曲线。如果你有直线，那不是自然，人造物体最初是笔直而乏味的批量生产，直到艺术和设计悄然出现。

看看计算机房里的旧显示器，它们又粗又重，我记得早在 1978 年我刚开始在计算机房工作时，我们有一块铁锈色的切达干酪，上面写着绿色的字迹，这是超级花哨的。我记得大概是在 2002 年我买了自己的第一台平板显示器时，员工出租车是捷豹，所以他可以把我卖给他的旧显示器放在他的后备箱里。与此同时，我有一台纯平显示器，它的价格是他们现在的 4 倍。写作是我的副业，所以我有一台漂亮的彩色显示器。与此同时，捷豹司机为他玩电子游戏的儿子准备了一块奶酪显示器。

然后是艺术与设计。如果你回头看那些老照片，你会看到什么？形状不佳的物品，肩膀特别大，无论是人还是他们穿的时尚服装。然后随着时间的推移，翻领变得越来越薄，直到消失。去看看你的谷歌照片，你不相信我，看到你们看起来都太可怕了，除了你的同性恋堂兄和他在薯片店的朋友琳达，当她不在打鱼的时候穿着衣服来杀死和刺激。你的堂兄，是她假装男朋友来阻止鲨鱼的，虽然有一次打架而且不太好。琳达殴打了三个男孩，因为他们说同性恋是，我不会说，而且那三个男孩再也没有。琳达也受过武术训练。她的手艺倒是让这个怀着孩子的男人刮目相看，他是个屋顶工，领着她上了天梯，还好他也是练过武的，他们上去也只是看看风景而已。

无论如何，看起来很畅销，无论是鱼和薯条，还是餐盘。我们今天买了一些新盘子，漂亮的弯曲的白色盘子，所以我的冷冻鱼指放在盘子里会更好看。作为一个长大的孩子，好吧，我还是个孩子，只是在一个男人的身体里，一个胖子的身体里，好吧，当我们有新东西时，房客们有旧东西。如果是家具，房客们有我们的旧东西，房客房间里的东西就被烧掉了。所有这些现在都将被称为古董，如果阿萨斯·内格斯知道我们在花园底部烧毁了哪些宝石，他会在他的坟墓里旋转。

如果将现在拥有的与小时候拥有的相比，现在的外观和风格要好得多，尽管有些人会说建造质量不如中密度纤维板而不是木头。事物更轻，技术更小，50 年前出现在《星际迷航》中的内容现在已成为现实。然后 Retro 出现了，我有一个真正的 BUSH 收音机，新的 Retro 外观更小更轻，旧的有一个几乎像一罐豆子一样大的电池。我从我们的房客弗兰克·布朗那里继承的那台改变了我的生活，因为我开始听《今夜世界》和道格拉斯·斯图尔德的报道，然后在睡前听这本书，我哥哥在我们的双人床中间放了收音机，所以我们不用听也能听到在隔壁房间叫醒爸爸。

因此，有些设计会留在您的记忆中，想到它们的形状会唤起您的回忆和微笑。您可以购买弯曲的塑料角，以防止您的孩子在尖锐的角上戳出他们的眼睛，是的，当我们的孩子出现时，我确实对我的房子进行了儿童保护。我因为像帕丁顿的布朗先生而被取笑，但只要你等一下，你就会一样。你可以浏览你的照片并分享回忆，现在我们拒绝购买任何设计不佳的东西，毕竟我们不住在柏林墙后面。所以现在我的电视上有了设计，我需要看更多的韩剧。尽管我会说其中的艺术和设计会让您转头以及所有产品展示位置。我只是想知道我是否时尚到可以成为 Kdrama 明星，通过电子邮件发送您的意见…

滚烫 (c)

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好吧，我们有一些新的烤箱器皿，所以当我的晚餐在烤箱里时，我会谈谈热腾腾的食物。就这些故事而言，我计划得很好。那么你喜欢你的食物吗？有些人喜欢它 Hot，这是一部电影的名字，但它可能是一个比喻。这取决于你，说到热，你是人类吗是我的新 Kdrama，夜总会被烧毁时那里非常热，一个机器人拯救了这一天。通常的歌曲/音乐配乐非常令人兴奋。机器人被烫伤了，但那个女孩认为他很性感，我只是觉得这个女孩很性感，然后轻轻闷烧。她是武林少女，当面我就不说了，就是不知道她会不会打字。

所以食物应该是热的，没有什么比冷食更糟糕的了，所以我总是告诉我的女儿们要快点吃完，这样我才能吃到热的马桶，或者让她们更快做出决定，所以我会得到更热的马桶。这就是爸爸的生活，你只是一个垃圾桶，也许这就是苍蝇跟着我的原因。微波炉非常适合在您吃之前重新加热任何食物。是的，我知道我们都被告知，但是，在热的时候吃一点比萨饼或舔鸡总是最好的。否则它只会进入垃圾箱。正如您的母亲告诉您的那样，“浪费食物是一种罪过”。虽然我从不浪费食物，但看我的腰围就知道了，我只买我喜欢吃的东西，所以浪费。还是因为我贪心？ Read 300 and Not OUT，因为我们刚读完第 300个单词，这是家庭故事，我什至用阿拉伯语再次加载它，以供所有说阿拉伯语的读者使用。毫无疑问，您会在其中找到一些美食故事。

现在在半夜吃点辣的东西总是好的，我不只是指你的女朋友/男朋友，反正在你们都说之前。在电脑室的日子里，我常常在凌晨 4 点吃三明治。我有火腿和红莱斯特奶酪三明治，你在计算机房里跑了 12 个小时，你需要能量食物。该公司有一台便宜的饮料机，几年后甚至可能免费提供。白天我们会去靠墙的三明治店的洞，所以白天是冷三明治，但在夜班是我的热红莱斯特火腿。现在提个建议，在微波炉里放太久，三明治就变硬了，没用了，就像吃硬纸板一样，所以你必须把握好时间，这样它才会好吃。

你可以给猫剥皮吃掉它，龙猫悄悄溜进来，藏在我的桌子底下，带着危险的电线，所以火花和猫可能着火了。小心那只该死的猫，否则他们今晚会被炸死的。每个地方的每个人，如果你有一只动物，你就必须看着它，因为它们总是到处偷偷摸摸。所以给食物盖上盖子，或者把零散的食物放在橱柜里，或者放在烤箱里或微波炉里藏起来。如果你有一只狗和一个婴儿，就把狗除掉，因为太多的婴儿已经死了，因为这种动物不会伤害苍蝇，但会杀死一个婴儿。

那条安全信息是我们的猫龙猫带给你的，所以怪她吧。现在回到食物，当你叫孩子们到餐桌旁时，关掉 wifi，有一些应用程序可以通过你的手机完成，所以关掉 wifi，否则你会一个人吃饭。无论天气如何，您的家人都应该一起吃饭。正念等等，或者就像我妈妈说的那样，晚餐已经摆在桌上了，现在就吃吧，否则猫会得到它。让我们的老猫 50 年前，确实得到过一次圣诞火鸡，所以我妈妈把咬痕剪下来，然后我们煮了它。记住，13 人的热圣诞晚餐和一只狗和一只猫。别忘了加热盘子，即使你不得不偷你姐姐的吹风机。

好吧，现在是我的晚餐时间了。不管怎样，但是新的烤箱器皿太滑了，我被猫绊倒了。是的，它坏了，我的晚餐弄得满地都是。所以我会再次吃红莱斯特火腿。至于龙猫，她会在地板上吃我的热晚餐，而烤箱器皿已经不复存在了。下厨房要小心，出事时有发生，CPNEC的大厨也曾训斥过我一次，妨碍保安巡逻，60个盘子可能掉下来，我会像砍树一样被公司砍掉。所以无论你在哪里，吃什么，只要保持热辣，你永远不知道你的男朋友/女朋友可能会报答你。并采取预防措施，先铺好桌子，小心水壶。

写作作为一项观赏性运动 (c)

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迈克尔凯西

好吧，几分钟前我说稍后再回来，我可能有一些东西要给你，顺便说一下，今天是 2021 年 4 月 16 日星期五。我去厨房喝了一杯茶，我已经喝了 2 杯咖啡，所以现在我改喝茶了，在水壶旁边我有个主意，它们永远不会停止，这就是你得到的，一只燕子或一只百灵鸟，飞过我的想象。尽管您可能认为它是布谷鸟。

我可能需要停下来一段时间，因为我的关节炎正在蔓延，所以我可能需要停下来，事实上我是这样做的，我需要新鲜空气，来放屁。当我让新鲜空气进来并寻找我的止痛凝胶时，想一想我要说的话，因为 Tinkerbell 因气味而倒下。那好多了，我现在就关掉窗口，不管你要不要我关。那我在哪里？今天的想法是将写作作为一项观赏性运动。我独自坐在这里和你说话，不知道这些话会把我带到哪里。目的地未知，或者在公共汽车上奔跑，就像我父亲 30 年前退休时那样。我让文字打动我并接管一切，有点像 Abba 和音乐。我确实有一个想法，比如看着星星和点点滴滴。

所以这个过程就是把点连起来，那就是犁等等，文字，想法都在那里，只是一个点连起来的问题，很简单。我如何连接它们，顺序会有所不同，就像喜剧演员弗兰克卡森，这是我告诉他们的方式，所以对我来说，这就是我写它们的方式。任何人都可以写作，但不是每个人都是好作家。有些文字太密集了，例如一个非常聪明的女孩正在看我的网站，我认为是她，因为这是一个属于她的旧网站的链接。尽管互联网很奇怪，但它可能是任何人。让我们假设那是那个聪明的历史女孩，现在她会知道是谁了，但我不会再认出她了。

所以，请不要打我。严肃的文章是严肃的，但文风只适合学术界。我不是说 Dumb Down，但写作的目的是什么？要交流，如果风格太复杂，那么信息就会丢失，对于像我这样的普通白痴来说，我已经在你之前说过了。我保持简单，因为我是一个傻瓜，而且我没有以任何其他方式写作的技能。我确实有来自 90 个国家的读者，他们喜欢在同一天以多达 10 种不同的语言讲述我的故事。她现在对我吐舌头了，也许她没有看到我在她网站上留下的消息，因为没有电子邮件。她现在正在捡字典，希望她不要扔掉它，这可能会变成一部 Kdrama。

她错过了，我躲开了，好吧。我只是想象了最后一段的前因后果，关闭消息它被称为。特朗普离开了 4 年，尽管可悲的是人们因为相信他的谎言而死去。所以我有一个想法，我遵循它。我去风吹的地方，不，我不会再打开窗户，我只是改变饮食。这让我想到了我的主题，它们是如此美味的巧克力棒，你吃一个而不是阅读我的垃圾。我真的是Ronnie Corbette和Joyce Grenfell的私生子，也许我是Gerald Wiley，你们都以为我只是一个Gerald，你们都太残忍了。但要小心杰拉德是孕妇的守护神。

新的段落，因为我讨厌它的时候是一片墨海，太压抑了，所以把你的字拉开，让页面呼吸。我有一位见习医生对我的段落发表评论，好吧，那是我的侄子。要我说重点吗，没有意义，我是一个毫无意义的作家，永远不想成为“名人”。好吧，一切都是真人秀，我倾向于讨厌它，因为它是令人讨厌的 Z 列表主持人，喷在棕褐色的人身上，声音很大，甚至更响亮的“个性”。咪。那么为什么不让人们看作家写作呢。在线或在肉体中，观看油漆干燥通道。显然看漆干频道，会得到双倍的观众，就像购物频道一样。

所以，我会坐在一张椅子上，一张舒适的椅子，靠近厕所，我的电脑放在桌子上。一张边桌用来放饮料，我的朋友是一位渔夫，他帮助我呼吸。这会让美国人感到困惑，好吧，渔夫的朋友不是乔治克鲁尼电影中的毛茸茸的家伙，不管他是谁。渔夫之友是止咳糖。甜的。我会在哪里。在酒吧里，让你消愁，不是因为我文笔不好，你才那么残忍。会有一个链接将我的头部和屏幕图像粘贴到通常显示足球的大屏幕上。足球不是填充的化装游戏，认为它是糟糕的橄榄球，足球是足球，看我必须迎合美国观众，因为我只是一只大胖熊猫。观众将永远和我在一起，直到我在去火车站之前把他们甩掉，就像莱斯道森会说的那样，你可以谷歌他，他很好。曾经在妓院里弹钢琴，你会在那里找到“真相”，就在 Mulder 身边。

所以我在舞台上，用耳机播放音乐，所以观众不会让我失望，他们也能听到音乐。写作是一项孤独的事业，就像在厕所里养维尼一样，是的，就像我的写作质量一样，你们都太残忍了。所以我像往常一样坐着写作和听音乐，而观众则在喝酒，并试图猜测风会把我吹向哪个方向。幸运的是我坐在厕所附近。然后我走了，标题出现了。所以他正在写作作为一项观赏性运动。这会不会有什么好处，或者我们会不会喝得太醉而不在乎，这可能会让人觉得他真的是个好作家，来自伯明翰的胖胖的银发作家。正如我之前所说，通常从站立开始写一篇文章需要一个小时，假设我的关节炎没有发作。虽然这是一个奇观，但也许是准备好的按摩床，一些比岩石还大的大块头准备给我按摩，以防万一。它可能是一位性感的女士，但我会被指责为性别歧视或任何其他歧视。拳击发起人弗兰克沃伦将成为发起人。但事实上，摇滚乐和按摩床只是一个保护我的计谋，以防观众变得像我长得那么丑。

观众会评论，他的开场是垃圾，你怎么看加里莱因克尔，他在我冲向厕所时缺乏“控球”，然后才回到我的话。所以我会像往常一样继续，人群随着我在写作时选择的音乐轻轻地唱歌。当我在聚光灯下时，观众在黑暗中，如果他们现在能听到埃里克·克莱普顿的声音，他们就会看到即兴表演从哪里滑进来，就像埃里克正在弹吉他一样。我，这是我键盘上的一个形容词，伴随着一个逗号，这会让人误入歧途。

随着我写的页面越来越高，我忘记了我刚刚写的东西或者它像前戏一样醉酒的观众想要更多。我写在一个卷上，所以我必须继续写下去，否则我会沸腾，这就是为什么你永远不应该打扰作家，在他写作时远离喷口，否则你会被烫伤。对于观众来说，他们可能和我在一起，也可能不在我身边，或者只是咕哝着一首U2的歌，因为我在一个句子的边缘，这是一个投球，还是观众会呕吐，因为他们走向厕所。

接着，他为什么提到那个，他是在浪费时间吗，Ref 在哪里？看，他正在伸手去摸他的左肩，他擦了一下。他放下了左手，单手打字，他只是用右手写字。台下自发鼓掌。他停了下来，他能继续吗，他松了腰带让肚子出来了，别看他的手在裤子里，他把衬衫和 4 件套头衫都拉了出来。他站了起来，Garry Linekar 说不出话来，那个戴着墨镜的银发胖作家要脱掉他的多件上衣。他是在往出口走，那块是不是被遗弃了。不，作者一边脱下上衣，一边看着按摩床。男人笑，看那肚子，比StatsMR的Lard还胖，女人鼓掌，他是小熊维尼的肚子，还有毛茸茸的左肩，冲上台。同情，同情，就像石头把我摔倒在按摩台上，就像陶工扔下一块粘土，虽然只有我的脚是粘土做的。是我，还是 Rock，我被按摩了，观众中的女性鼓掌、同情、同情，她们都为我得到了它，正如肯尼斯·威廉姆斯 (Kenneth Williams) 可能会说的那样。他会说去谷歌搜索开伯尔山口，然后继续，亲爱的读者，如果你听不懂，请 BBC 的乔恩索帕尔解释。我现在真的不得不停下来喷一口 Movelat 止痛凝胶。

嗯，我还在痛，你也是，你对我太残忍了，但我的小女儿正在做点心，我和你说话。所以我可能很快就完成了。好吧，摇滚在我耳边低语，你好点了吗，我低声回应，扮演观众。但我觉得自己太客观了，摇滚说，我敢打赌你从来没有发生过，所以享受它我低声回应。所以 Rock 让我多呆了 30 分钟，而男人们在酒吧里喝醉了，Garry Linekar 即兴创作了数据。弗兰克·沃伦 (Frank Warren) 在戴上他的贝雷帽和 mac 之前先数钱，他会在邮局关门前骑车去邮局，带着钱，看起来很像弗兰克·斯宾塞 (Frank Spencer)。

然后岩石以一种平稳的动作将我举起并抛向空中，然后再次接住我。观众中的女性尖叫起来，我认为 Rock 现在已经习惯了被客观化。我穿上我的衬衫和 4 套头衫，反向脱衣舞，女人们变得狂野，尤其是当我把它全部塞进裤子里时。然后我又开始写了，我带领他们沿着花园小径走，经过 Gill 和 StatsMR 的 G，她对我眨了眨眼。然后我又开始了，新的一段，一半的观众是狂野的，另一半是喝醉了。酒吧招人的次数非常多，我可以提一下我曾经工作过的两家公司，他们可以做到这一点。

我旋转我的故事，我在这里下降一点，我在那里下降一点，我继续，我写的时候结结巴巴，我打错了，但出现了一个更好的词，他有 7 档吗？但我们在第七幸福旅馆，所以我们关心，真的，真的，真的是来自某处的乔恩索帕尔的回声。我抚摸着我曾经如此柔软和柔和的银色头发，到处都是头皮屑。观众疯狂，他们是女士理发师，当他们不看真人秀时，他们以洗头为生。这对他们来说是金粉，真的，真的，真的，另一个乔恩说，他是来自罗利瑞吉斯的同性恋美发师，一个带着卷发器的国王。

所以在我写的时候，这里一行，那里一行，在我整理故事时继续并加入，当我像油脂闪电一样写作时，有点色彩和一点闪电。 John Travolta 在现实中可能是秃头，但就像我的故事一样，他会跳舞，是的，他会跳舞，无论是否播放 U2 歌曲，并在街上提着一罐油漆。下次我出现时，他会标出停车位。作为一项观赏性运动写作在这里，真的，真的，真的，哦，乔恩闭嘴，戴上一些卷发器。

莎士比亚从沼泽中走出来，我是一个渴望被接纳的交叉吊袜带傻瓜 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

今天是莎士比亚的生日，4 月 23 日

所以他像福斯塔夫一样喝啤酒

所以他的膀胱适合但是

所以需要必须，他在沼泽

不，不是爱尔兰沼泽，就像在凯里和那些地方发现的那样

放屁的沼泽

厕所换句话说

你能听到朴实的声音吗

一场大雨，一场狂风暴雨

我很高兴地告诉你，莎士比亚已经过去了

他有他的衡量标准，还有更多

他喜欢的升品脱眼镜，他完全支持欧洲

如果他能在他的杯子里放更多

现在一切都从他的屁股里出来了

我不是说驴

尽管他像一个人一样叫喊

特别是如果他坐在

但是是一个丰满的女人占据了所有的板凳

我们都坐在哪里

所以我们都说，向上移动一点

然后他必须去嘘**

他说他不会在他倾倒时磨磨蹭蹭

妹子的胸像腮腺炎

所以我们说，慢慢来

这不是犯罪，因为福斯塔夫搬进来了

他的双下巴和少女的胸一样大

虽然离少女很远

她已经被占有了，而且是伊丽莎白先说的

当她在散步时，就像福斯塔夫放屁一样

所以莎士比亚在沼泽中，我们欢呼雀跃

作为客栈老板，他的功劳只是啤酒账单

以莎士比亚的名义，因为他是正确的伯爵

我们确实为福斯塔夫买了一便士的面包

因为他从不空腹喝酒

当我们斜视和逗留少女

莎士比亚有了灵感，拿出他的羽毛笔

坐在马桶上，他写了一部新的惊悚片

暴风雨，从关闭的噪音来看

这是一个完美的标题

莎士比亚被冲上麦芽酒的海洋，写下了他的故事

我们为他感到高兴并呼吁更多的 Strumpets

有点像面包，最近发明并称为

烤饼，所以现在你知道了，因为我告诉过你

安妮在门口，所以我错过了一条线

她很文雅，会画画

但是回到啤酒的院子，为了更多的故事

莎士比亚不会出来

不管我们喊得多大声

他只是用他的羽毛笔在墙上写字

许多诗句，当我们与 Strumpets 交谈时

并希望有一点烤饼

威尔拿着羽毛笔在里面

不知道他会支付酒吧账单

但随着风的吹拂，他用羽毛笔知道

他吞下了一颗苦药

如果他写在纸上，那么场景就会丢失

作为麦芽酒和面包的快乐

通过他的头进入

现在像铅一样掉落在地上的洞里

伴随着如此强大的回声

是的，威尔很生气

这就是为什么他将单词像歌曲一样编织在一起

在任何舞台上都不会犯错

现在因缺少页面而充满愤怒

他是墙上的字

但他有一个球

我们和 Strumpets 也是如此

威尔在吧台后面的表格中获得的最佳报酬

虽然 Strumpets 在吧台前后

英格兰的荣耀还在远方吗

为了上帝和哈里国王第一和第二部分

当他有很多的时候写的

Strumpets 和 Ale，他们都在出售

威尔·莎士比亚知道如何衡量两者

毕竟他是一位著名的编剧

他总是在之后、之前、之后和期间

他不得不蘸他的羽毛笔，这就是为什么威尔是威尔

他不是圈中的羊，他随意嬉戏

威尔确实是在羊毛贸易中长大的，他写的都是他自己的东西

虽然 Ernest the Wise 客栈老板总是说这是令人振奋的空气

就像在 Morcambe 那样让台词失败

不是潮湿的空气和外面的毛毛雨

所以进来吧，我们有烤饼配啤酒

最好由我们自己的妓女服务

而我呢？

我是来自伯明翰的深色头发银发胖作家迈克尔凯西

留下来拍地毯的是我

为了那个混蛋，威尔把猫留在了

她在我的地毯上 sha**，所以现在我必须打败它

收拾残局

威廉·莎士比亚生日快乐

快点走出沼泽

所以我可以使用它，也许我可以偷几行

Off the Wall，当我彻夜跳舞

放屁生日快乐

笑的力量（c）

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，我刚刚看了 Vincenzo 的第 18 集，我一直笑到很痛，我的疝气穿过我的旁路疤痕，所以我笑的时候真的很痛。所以我服用了 2 片扑热息痛，我小心翼翼地揉着我的“乳房”，它看起来和感觉起来确实像乳房。但至少它给了我今天演讲的灵感。它最终会杀了我，但笑死也没关系，尽管我还需要 7 年才能让我在角落里的小女儿获得博士学位。是的，我想要更多，笑声和岁月，但这取决于上帝而不是我。这提醒我我需要拜访我们的牧师，我已经为我们自己的唐卡米罗准备了礼物。

阳光明媚，但空气中有一丝寒意，我可以从山上跌下来，去拜访牧师和教堂，但再爬起来会是一场斗争，一天又一天，一小时又一小时，我永远不知道说我的身体在。虽然我确实刮胡子，淋浴和 S —，毕竟是第三个 S，但我曾经对某人说他们完全误解了，因为没有人听他们只是反应，或者他们可能只是懒得去听我说。我总是想要交谈，所以永远不要说你对我好吗，因为我总是把它当作是一种真正的对话邀请，而不仅仅是空洞的愉悦。

那么为什么笑有力量呢？因为它是一个均衡器，字面意思是Equaliser。我知道在酒店里，我是那里最有力量的，虽然我是弟兄们中最不重要的，因为我总是能让客人发笑。在那里的 3 年里，也许有 100,000 次对话，有些人像办公桌上的 Ami 称它为“我的行为”，但事实并非如此。酒店里有太多的奴役，我知道这是注定的，但有些人就是不知道如何对待员工，其他人一直在做，但有些人应该感觉到我的鞋子在他们的屁股上。现在我是一个退休的作家，我更“爱管闲事”了，但在有了蹒跚学步的孩子之前，我不得不忍受任何事情，就像一个躲在礼宾室里假装扫帚的垃圾老板。

我现在可以嘲笑它了，但是整天 12 个小时站在大理石上，3 个小时在上面行走，我忍受了很多，直到有人想让我工作到午夜，所以我决定说晚安。是的，这是我做过的所有工作中最有趣的，但也是迄今为止最艰难的工作。因此，这是对我写过的所有其他评论的一点保留。我的孩子总是比任何工作都重要，最终我抚养了他们，考虑到我可能死在床上，这很好/很好，2015 年 1 月计划外的四次心脏搭桥术给了我 6 年的额外时间，路上的邻居也他和两个女儿一起死在了床上。所以我很幸运。

笑使你幸运，因为人们很高兴见到你，他很会笑。他总是有故事，或者他喝了酒，所以上帝保佑他。这就是为什么标准始终是，他们喝了酒。所以我们不在乎教育或阶级，或者如果你厌倦了同性恋或异性恋或任何方式，只要你喝了酒。你能笑，你能让别人笑吗？当我为品诚梅森工作时，品诚梅森是一流的，每个人都很好，人力资源人员会注意这一点。

但我已经偏离了方向。电视节目或 Tom Sharp 的书会让你发笑，我曾经和 Pinsents 的 IT 人员交谈过，他才刚刚发现 Tom Sharp。 Wilt、Porterhouse Blue、The Throwback 是其中几本书，Porterhouse Blue 也是一部很棒的电视节目。 30 多年前，当这些书被介绍给我时，我正在拜访一位正在攻读博士学位的朋友。因此，可以分享和发现笑声，您可以在阅读清单中找到它们，或者如果我们提到他是莎士比亚，因为前几天是他的生日。信不信由你，大约 30 年前，我在 Will 上了开放大学 3 级课程，我的导师称我为他的代理人。我也学了一点历史，但因为我在电脑上轮班工作而放弃了。历史博士就第二次世界大战发表了演讲，并说忘记诺曼底战争是在俄罗斯母亲的鲜血中赢得的。对于考虑到这一点的美国人来说，有 40,000,000 名俄罗斯人死于击败纳粹败类。 400,000 美国人也死了，还有更多来自其他国家的人。想象一下教堂里的人群。那里有 100 个人，其中 1 个来自美国，其余的是俄罗斯人，唯一的美国人会迷失在人群中。所以，想象一下当你在一些特朗普集会上尖叫“Commie Bastards”时。研究历史会让你学到更多。这本可以让和平变得更好。

是的，如果我的人生来一次转折，我也许可以成为一名历史老师。但是您必须接受庄家发牌的方式。当你走在漫长而曲折的道路上时，重新站起来重新开始，也许重复。所以我从 1987 年开始的作家化身是我最好的，通过收音机听了 20 年的“学习”，然后是 1 年的练习，在 1988 年闰年之前我会说我有资格成为作家，当屠夫面包师送葬者，纸质版初写。扩展的计算机版本是几年后的。所以如果有人说我的文章是垃圾，你会听到这个 SOB，铁匠之子，叫你 (&&^&^&&.

我试着带来笑声，就像在 Vincenzo 中一样，普通的、被忽视的人可以而且确实会让你大吃一惊。这也许就是我如此喜欢它的原因，如果你最终像 90 个国家/地区的人一样阅读 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker，你会明白为什么普通人喜欢它，因为他们可以在其中看到自己.这也许就是秘密，但出版商宁愿出售 Kim K 屁股的咖啡桌书，还是因为我只是一个更大更胖但更紧的屁股？

笑的力量（c）

迈克尔·凯西

阳光明媚，但空气中有一丝寒意，我可以从山上跌下来，去拜访牧师和教堂，但再爬起来将是一场斗争，一天又一天，一小时又一小时，我永远不知道说我的身体在。虽然我确实刮胡子，淋浴和 S —，毕竟是第三个 S，但我曾经对某人说他们完全误解了，因为没有人听他们只是反应，或者他们可能只是懒得去听我说。我总是想要交谈，所以永远不要说你对我好吗，因为我总是把它当作是一种真正的对话邀请，而不仅仅是空洞的愉悦。

工作中的白痴（c）

迈克尔·凯西

我刚起床，我会检查我的读者人数然后回到床上进行最后一次睡眠

你试试耳鸣大小

我发现有人在我的文字上使用抄袭追踪器

在登陆这里之前，我已经上网多少年了？

也许 20

我什么时候学会阅读并开始按码阅读，50 年多了

我什么时候毕业的作家，1988 年 2 月 29 日

所以 SOB 认为我偷东西让我很痛苦，所以他们看一看

I’m a read SOB, 铁匠之子

所以把它从我这里拿走，我从不偷

我现在有 4 个站点，我在写完后发布，并在我进行时编辑我的书

尝试买一本书

如果我太累或太痛苦而无法思考，我也会重新发布旧的东西

所以在自动驾驶仪上我会发布

如果我从报纸上发帖，会注明或清楚地标明

我不在乎你是否喜欢写作，我的垃圾

但如果你甚至认为我是小偷，我会用湿生菜拍打你的腿背

是的，这是 Larry Grayson 的台词，但我无法解释一切

我假设你有一定程度的智力

否则你只是在看 Kim K 的屁股照片

我的更大更好也更紧

但你必须首先从圣经中了解我才能确定

至于写作，我有一个大脑，超过50年的价值

这样你就可以继续挖土，而我仰望星空

还是我必须在你在的时候为你交叉引用所有的东西

在雷丁监狱？

现在在今天的新闻中，我们终于有一个内阁开战了

它比战争战争更好的上颚下颚

一个分裂的国家是站不住脚的

所以让我们击败 Covid 19，而不是所有的喋喋不休

嘶嘶声可能会卖报纸，但不会帮助民众

丘吉尔说他愿意与魔鬼做交易来拯救英格兰

人们应该从历史中吸取教训

而不是空洞地发推特

一切都有时间和潮流，去酒吧问问威尔

今天印度需要我们的帮助

我们不是孤岛，世界不是真空，

尽管我们是真空中的物体

如果印度死了我们所有人。死

谁来买，如果世界死了，谁来买

通过慈善、人道，我们正在帮助自己

天助自助者

但是普京的俄罗斯呢，140,000 军队摆出姿态

他们应该被用来对抗Covid 19

中国也是

印度就在你家门口

随着朝鲜的脚步

在印度，人们正在死去

别丢脸，拯救人类

如果猫从袋子里出来，那可悲多了

时光倒流，否则世纪罪行不只是一个注脚

谁说了什么，在哪里以及为什么

他们是否在努力防止更多人死亡

报纸上的评论最终成为筹码包装纸

醋泼在他们身上

所以当基督死在十字架上时，你是在献醋吗？

或者你在做什么

Covid 19，释放了世界上仇恨和分裂的精灵

现在是纠正错误的时候了

也许甚至为了祈祷，

我的最后一句话是加尔各答

所以拯救印度的公主吧

在一切都写进历史书之前

还是你太忙于检查抄袭

回到第一本书

向人讲话 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

现在我是一个生物，是的，你们都回答，打断我

一个习惯的生物，是的，我看起来像一个毛茸茸的霍比特人

但如果你经常做事，你就不会便秘

所以定时起床，吃喝等

经常

习惯起作用，这就是组织起作用的原因

工作、休息和娱乐

并且不要忘记在睡前祈祷

或者任何时候，上帝总是在等待

即使在公共汽车站或电梯里，或在结账处排队

毕竟上帝无处不在

现在，如果你有规律，你的生活可能

看起来很无聊，但你的生活有效

如果你在浪费时间，或者不注意时间

然后你总是四处奔波，就像普京一样

我不得不把那个笑话放进去看看你在听吗

他也读我

一些小丑从俄罗斯给我发了一条消息

所以我问俄罗斯母亲什么时候开始成为男人？

不，不是跨性别参考

但一个真诚的问题，140,000 名男性正在走向顶峰

山上然后又下来

正如弗朗西斯在俱乐部所说的那样，Covid 19 时它很下流

就是用军队拯救生命，而不是尖叫和呐喊

或者也许我是一个和平主义者，或者只是生气，在这个词的所有意义上

然后在报纸上我听到所有这些 PC 语言

孩子一定要叫学生

boys and girls 是陈规定型的，所以不能使用

我对着屏幕咒骂，我的话价值从打开的窗口飘出

教育就是让人们接触知识，这就是他们上大学的原因

如果你害怕这个或那个，那么他们可能会呆在家里抚摸猫

嘿，你们这些小杂种，排队，否则我给你们一巴掌

你们都是一群王八蛋，只有我是你们的班主任

知道你爸爸的真实身份

我的公寓俯瞰超市停车场

他们不会在晚上那个时候测试汽车悬架

嘿，凯西，总有一天你会被绞死

这句话真的是在 20 年代/30 年代对我自己的父亲说的

可我爸却“报复”了家里的4位老师

他的儿子们在牛津皇后区和唐宁剑桥

别忘了家里的桑乔潘查，我

亚马逊上的 2,000,000 个单词和 20 本书

但是班主任是不是应该骂他们小杂种

他们会永远害怕吗

因为不知道乘法表，我的屁股上有 4 个最好的

也许在 1966 年，今天我仍然可以背诵乘法表

今天的小混蛋怎么办

宝琳了解她的孩子，他们知道他们会挨耳光

或者一个可以杀死的眼神，因为她的脑后有眼睛

他们吃的不仅仅是果酱和面包

就像奶奶年轻时做的那样

嘿，胡说八道，停车时注意我的围栏

你只是一个胖老婊子

噪音关闭，丹尼放屁

是的，她是个老婊子，脑后肯定长了眼睛

司机转身

我们是她的小杂种，你不能那样跟小姐说话

30个小混蛋，现在长大了

今天是她的生日，所以我们她的小混蛋要开派对

所以当心她的篱笆，否则我会逮捕你，丹尼现在是个警察

22 英石 6 英尺 7 小姐说他会感谢她

所以他做到了，统治者那一记有目的的耳光

并被迫阅读和学习。他的乘法表

现在他获得了开放大学的博士学位

但他更喜欢走在街上

有机会认识人并开怀大笑

没有人称他为先生，他被称为 TT

因为他骑摩托车

或者因为小姐让他重复他的乘法表

你可以花哨或打电话给每个南希

如果你不记得了就打个招呼南希

因为没人听，他们会认为你在说

很高兴见到你，这对布鲁斯福赛斯很有效

说话是为了交流

你不需要假装很时髦

最后我们都洗了我们的胡说八道

尤其是 Michael Bollcocks Casey

或者如果你在街上经过就叫我南希

你是一个人 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

上帝说，你靠自己。

我跟你说过多少遍了？

一开始我只说树。

然后你穿上无花果叶来放弃比赛。

该隐做了什么，我却原谅了你。

你的后裔多过众星。

你永远不会满足，你创造了一个金牛犊。

甚至发现了新世界，在那里你崇拜金钱。

然后你有战争，战争甚至更多的战争。

然后2次世界大战背靠背。

并把 Man 的疯狂归咎于我。

你争论如何与我交谈。

跟我说话吧，我是你最好的朋友，我是你的爸爸。

无需拘泥于形式，随便说说，

我总是在众所周知的电话旁边。

但是你就是不理我。

直到事情变坏，然后你想要上帝银行。

直到事情变坏，然后你想要上帝博士

直到事情变坏，然后你想要驯服天气。

直到这个，直到那个，而你们都疯了。

我只是一台水果机，你所要求的一切都可以交付。

到底是谁造就了你？

你只是用我的唾液和粘土制成的。

然而你认为你是如此的明亮。

是我创造了日光，白天和黑夜。

然而你污染了夜晚，所以你忘记了星星。

唯一的明星是那些在你的小脑袋里拍摄侏儒的自拍。

你在看什么，他们的背后。

你污染了我为你建造的伊甸园。

你们耕耘土地，污染海洋。

难怪我的鲸鱼不再对我唱歌了。

至少鲸鱼知道如何对待我。

但现在，它们被猎杀，濒临灭绝。

我放在这个美好地球上的所有动物都是存在的。

剥削杀戮，只为刺激。

或制成丸剂，若不足。

为什么人类要从内部摧毁他们的思想。

药丸和毒品，暴徒的剥削，因为愚蠢的杯子。

谁几乎没有离开带俱乐部的穴居人。

为什么哦为什么我要打扰，为什么我创造了你？

我想我不应该打扰，你们都太自私了。

也许我应该重新开始，在你们都死于自己的手之后。

人类，不相信任何上帝，除了爱钱爱自拍。

一个安静的耳语打断了上帝和他的沉思。

我们在天堂的艺术之父，她开始了。

玛丽，我就知道会是你。

以你的名字为圣。

玛丽，总是带领祈祷。

你的王国降临，你的旨意成就。

玛丽，没有你他们会化为尘土。

在地球上，就像在天堂上一样。

玛丽，你心肠好软，你爱每一个人。

所有国家和所有人民都称你为有福者。

给我们这一天我们日用的饮食

玛丽，你总是求情。

即使他们抽大麻，全世界。

并原谅我们，我们所有的过犯

你总是知道如何绕过我。

正如我们原谅那些侵犯我们的人一样。

玛丽，要是所有这些领导人都真正领导就好了。

救我们脱离一切邪恶

玛丽你，和你的念珠。

将是死亡，魔鬼。

因为国度、权柄和荣耀都是你的

玛丽，最克莱门特，玛丽最善良

也许这次我会把他们都救下来。

装满所有那些酒罐，照他说的做。

永远永远阿门

我想我将不得不再次拯救忘恩负义的人类。

玛丽亲吻她的念珠，然后鞠躬。

天空变蓝了，又可以看到星星了。

人类几乎不知道，玛丽是多么爱我们。

所以念玫瑰经，数数你的念珠，每个教派的念珠。

说话、祈祷、尖叫和呼喊，只要朝着上帝的方向发出声音即可。

因为只有一个世界，一个方向，追求完美。

或者你想去另一个方向的地狱。

你敢给我发电子邮件 (c)

经过

迈克尔凯西

听起来像是一种威胁，Don’t you Dare email Me，一个被抛弃的女朋友或某种“皇室”可能会使用什么，或者可能只是你的银行经理。我引起了你的注意，随着英国开始解体，就像某种男孩乐队，当他们真的应该在一起时，而不是像泰勒斯威夫特的歌曲中那样成为“受害者”。我希望我没有让她不高兴，否则我的高架子将永远被灰尘覆盖。没关系，她只是给我发了电子邮件，当然她会一直在我身边，而且我的房子离她小伙子工作的薯条店很近。如果他有点受虐，他总是可以在狗的篮子里踢球。

所以回到电子邮件，我有点像电子邮件上瘾者，问问任何收到过我的电子邮件的人。这很容易，如果我的笔迹不错，我会一直让我们的邮递员 Pop it In Pete 帮我把它放进他的盒子里，因为我们的房子是他的最后一轮，红色信箱正在他回家的路上.皮特非常乐于助人。您可以在 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 的第 7 章中读到他的同事 Pat，我只记得在儿童之家的宴会上有多么有趣。我不会为你剧透，我的 Wordpress 上有翻译，亚马逊书籍上有我的英文原版。

但是回到电子邮件，为什么我收到这么多？是因为我的电子邮件地址已被收集，还是因为它在我的网站上？我徒劳地希望媒体能与我取得联系并发现我。然而在现实中，唯一想要触摸我的人是那些认为我很温柔的人。我将删除所有电子邮件诈骗者并将其标记为网络钓鱼。所以他们的电子邮件消失了，他们没有得到更多的白痴回复他们。我也得到了很多关于各种疾病的东西，我有一些。关节炎、耳鸣、慢性肾病，而我确实在 6 年前做过心脏搭桥手术。我什至把我的疤痕照片放到网上，以证明我看起来有多神圣。但是人们认为我是个暴露狂，问我想不想加入马戏之王的演员阵容，只要 100 美元我就可以加入演员阵容，只需要让我的衬衫艺术半旗并展示我的伤疤，然后穿短裤来展示我腿上的伤疤也是。

然后继续，你想要这个，你想要那个吗？他们假设我想要另一个，我什至收到了电子邮件。准备结婚生子的乌克兰、俄罗斯和东方女士。普京是在试图摆脱人口过剩吗？在比特币上赚钱怎么样，以及马斯克那天晚上的其他任何事情。我会说听 BBC 广播喜剧，忘记 SNL，我们这里更有趣，尽管美国政治阶层是其中最有趣的。我还会得到什么垃圾？哦，是的，我们为您的家提供优惠。美元，美元，$$$，但我碰巧住在英国，在英国伯明翰。有时我会用一首外语，英语的故事诗来回答。太残忍了，我给他们寄了日语翻译。好吧，如果他们用希伯来语或韩语发送垃圾，我当然会用我能用的任何语言将我的一些垃圾发回给他们，只是为了惹恼他们。我什至收到隐藏携带的电子邮件，我以为它是紧身胸衣或某种腰带，结果证明它是枪。在英国没有人拥有枪支，甚至都不想要。 Concealed Carry my arse，如果它是一个屁股升降机，有人可能会感兴趣，但不是我。我是个大笨蛋，也许我应该把它转发给金或其他人。

所以就这样，大量的电子邮件只是为了惹恼我。耳鸣的人可能会感兴趣，但我从不打开链接，所以你所有的电子邮件都很臭。

这提醒我我需要订购更多卫生纸。我用它吹鼻子，吹我自己的小号。毫无疑问，我现在也会收到电子邮件。所以你不敢给我发电子邮件。我还有其他事情要做，比如吃止痛药。我什至收到有关大麻药片的电子邮件，没有兴奋剂，只是止痛药。你觉得我会在网上接受任何东西吗，如果它不是我自己的药剂师或王子他王子长得像儿子卖的，那我不想知道。所以不要再给我发广告邮件了。现在我真的必须去喝一杯了。

现在我从哪里开始 (c)

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好吧，如果你是俄罗斯人，你可能会松一口气，因为你的邮箱已经满了，所以你没有收到那封推测性的电子邮件。我在检查我的读者，就像萨瑟兰小姐在小学时经常检查我们的手是否干净一样。她是副院长，我还记得她把遗体捐给了科学，那是六十年代的事了。所以，今天你们都可以为她祈祷。明天是我母亲去世 25 周年。

好吧，有人把 Nu Vot 作为链接或搜索词给我，所以我用谷歌搜索，因为我就是这样的，我偶然发现了

Stas Mikhaylov That’s it (Nu vot i vse) 英文歌词 …

是的，完全是随机的，但正如马克哈里斯曾经说过的那样，我是一个很好的绊脚石，尽管他也说了别的，所以我用一个简短的词来回答。够了，他没有 15 分钟的成名时间。无论如何，所以我想，因为我刚刚看过 RocketMan，我可以提供一些歌词，然后借助 Stas Mikhaylov 的技能，我可以打入俄罗斯市场。当然，如果我的书问世，Stas 将担任旁白，因为我无法忍受 Steven Fry，而且 Fry 不会说俄语。你可以看到我现在的想法是怎样的。全世界都有电子邮件，所以我惹恼了世界。它让我远离街头。我偶尔会和弦，并从一些好心人那里得到很好的答复。如果你是他们中的一员，那么谢谢你，你知道你是谁。如果您访问他们，您可以知道他们是谁。我的电子邮件被层压并挂在他们家的小便池旁边。

无论如何，Stas Mikhaylov 我在跟你说话。在网上找到我的情人诗，或者让我的眼泪成为我的话，或者死者和生者。那么如果你认为你可以改编它们，那么我们将一起入侵俄罗斯，或者更确切地说是流行音乐排行榜。我有很多东西，仅在我的博客上就有 3300 件。不是所有的诗歌，而是所有的一切，这是一首 Dana 歌曲。然后是我的 Lech、Boris 和 Gregorgi 故事，讲述了住在 Popaloffoff 的波兰/乌克兰/俄罗斯堂兄妹，地图上这 3 个国家在那里做爱。这些都是喜剧式的暖心故事。您可以在我的 Wordpress 和 Bloggers 上找到它们。现在，如果 Stas 的妻子正在给他读这篇文章，他就会想，这位来自伯明翰的银发胖胖作家究竟是谁？我不认识他，他和日本伏特加一样有用，我只给猫喝。俄罗斯人只喝好东西，顺便说一句，Lech、Boris 和 Gregorgi 在我身后的树林里酿造伏特加，但那是另一回事了。我已经写了 10 篇关于男孩的文章。

到目前为止，Stas 正在告诉网站管理员，一定要把门闩上，让这位银发胖胖的作家远离我的 Babushka，他来自英格兰伯明翰。《屠夫、面包师》和《送葬者》已经在俄罗斯被一些误入歧途的人在晚上躺在被褥下阅读。以及全世界 90 个国家，感谢 Translations Galore 在我的 Wordpress 上。所以，Stas Mikhaylov，你能为 Michael Casey 用俄语配音吗？他现在跪在地上祈祷，圣像圣母瓦尔迪米尔救救我。谁是 Theresa May 是 Michael Casey？

50 年前，我真的有一次醒来，然后直挺挺地坐在床上尖叫着“俄罗斯人来了”，所以现在是俄罗斯人来伯明翰的时候了。带上一些鸡蛋，这是我们博物馆展示的珠宝品种。我们连任的 Andy Street 会非常高兴，作为交换，他会给你一些 Cadbury Cream 鸡蛋，让你吃。

所以，如果您想知道这些故事从何而来，那么现在您知道并有了一个例子。《太空人与大天使》是我的另一个故事，俄罗斯人可能会喜欢，但我真的迷失在太空中，我两耳之间的空间。但是最好有想象力，而不是只是盯着太空看。空间应该被填满，就像我填满一页一样。对话和讲故事是各地的传统。有些非常牵强，比如特朗普、普京和教皇弗朗西斯与特蕾莎·梅在阿爸致敬乐队中。如果俄罗斯人读了那个故事

他们会知道 Theresa May 是谁，是 Micha e l Casey，是我，还是 Nu Vot。

你是人类？

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那么，你是人类吗？这是我即将结束的 Kdrama 的名字，一位女保镖爱上了她看守的男人。只有他是机器人，但机器人比他所代表的真人更具人性。好吧，你要么喜欢 Kdramas，要么不喜欢，是的，我爱他们。

那么，是什么让我们成为人类？我们哭泣，我们感动，我们感同身受。据说有些民族没有同情心，或者从不哭泣。你可以自己决定那是不是真的，或者人们只是愚蠢、肤浅和空洞。再一次，你们可以自己决定哪些是女巫，而我只是作为魔鬼代言人来让你们思考。这就是教育的意义所在，学习 THINK。除非你肤浅空虚，被骗子领导，否则你自己决定谁或有多少领导者是这样的。我们在 20 世纪有希特勒和墨索里尼，以及他们的同类。那么今天呢？再次自己决定。并且您是否应该允许宣传的氧气来帮助和教唆他们。我们遵守规则，他们不遵守规则，他们会虐待我们以获得他们想要的东西。因为我们让他们进了屋子。阅读《动物农场》和《1984》，然后好好想想。它离今天的现实并不遥远。 50 年前，这些书曾经在学校的阅读清单上，但现代孩子真的了解它们吗？

做人就是人性，这与我无关，而是要为我们的兄弟姐妹着想。兄弟姐妹并不仅仅指我们超级教堂里的白人，百万富翁在那里擦肩而过，谈论百分比和净收益。是其他人，在轨道的错误一侧，在我们自己国家的家中和遥远的地方，史莱克居住的地方，或者我们可能只是认为是卡通的人。我们的土地不像林肯纪念碑那样永远固定在石头上，它是运动，是生命。如果我们认为这就是它，它已经完成并且尘土飞扬，我们只需要擦亮一座纪念碑，那么你就错过了重点。早已流淌的鲜血，都只是历史。

历史在走，人在走。如果我们相信谎言，我们会得到什么？历史重演，独裁者再次统治我们，你不会给说谎者和独裁者第二次机会。必须删除它们的根和分支。来自中东的棕色皮肤的耶稣会怎么说？是的，他是白人，讨厌他所有的非白人邻居，所以是的，他很好。他们对他的评价都是假的。

此时此刻，全人类都在与自己交战。领导者应该领导，过去领导力的来源是分裂的，并支持一个重生信念的骗子。我什至可以说，信仰本身已经被腐蚀了，如果你投票给一个说谎者并想推翻民主本身，那么你的“信仰”就已经被腐蚀了。我自己会坚持和那些生活在阴沟里的可怜的撒玛利亚人在一起，因为其他一切似乎都沾染了对金钱的热爱。或者有人将政治用作摇钱树。太多人视而不见，因为他们得到了他们想要的。现在，今天我们在这次选举中看到，邪教正像林肯纪念碑一样被固定在石头上。但林肯不是纪念碑，它是一场由人民发起、为全体人民服务的运动。对于某些人来说，这不仅仅是摇钱树。

现在这是你们所有人都应该考虑的事情，我对政治 50 年的热爱偷偷溜走了。我只是远方岸边的一颗卵石，没有任何影响力。我不为自己谋求人气或名望。使我们成为人的是彼此关心，因为我们都是兄弟姐妹，无论我们的种族、信仰或肤色如何。我的母亲出生在离海滩不远的地方，Cromane Lower Kerry Eire，她学习了所有关于人性的知识，就像耶稣在加利利的海滩上教导的那样。

今晚灯会熄灭 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

今晚灯会熄灭

朋友和家人离开舞台

我父母这一辈终于淡出

这周是我母亲离开我们 25 周年

25 年过去了，越来越多的朋友死去

家庭，联系正在消失，逐渐消失在记忆中

组成社区的名字正在消失

这位老太太，结果先生，或者那个应声三声再见的男人

没有更多的回声，没有更多的这位夫人或拿着棍子的老家伙

因为时间赶上了他们，现在他们都走了

名字是回忆，因为欢迎的问候，或者赠送的糖果

还记得50年前收托特币时的笑容

现在那些熟悉的名字几乎都消失了

所以一旦他们都走了，那么我将不得不勉强接受我是老一辈

现在，我假装还是50年前的那个孩子

即便有些跟我同龄的人已经不在了

但是父母还在，所以我可以假装还是那个孩子

即使我自己的孩子现在已经上大学了

所以我叹息，我记得所有的名字和所有的家庭

我们在周日弥撒上看到的，或者我在读圣经课程时从祭坛上看到的

5 年，作为祭坛侍童大概 8 年

祭坛的景色，现在我坐在后面

或者在网上看

五家的名字还是更多

现在都在褪色，然后它们将不再存在

生活变了，时间变了

但希望信念是永恒的

所以我希望，当我被执行的时候

它可能已经很接近了

但当我终于到了

希望在未来的许多年里

每当它是

五家人的朋友们

会在天堂之门等我

当我敲门时，我希望门为我打开

荣耀是

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这可能有一些错误，因为从昨天开始耳鸣就一直像风暴一样咆哮。这不好玩，无论我尝试什么，在祈祷和亵渎之间都没有阻止或减少它，所以我觉得……

现在，当我坐在这里时，我的耳朵里有 Ellie Goulding，头上戴着耳机，我看起来像个赛博人，也许我会添加一张照片。我刚刚注意到她在我写作时唱着 The Writer，我确定 Taylor Swift 给她留下了一张纸条，或者写在我天花板上的灰尘中的一条信息。早些时候确实有一只蜘蛛出现并爬过我的屏幕，虽然蜘蛛意味着金钱，所以我今晚可能会尝试抽奖。当 Ellie 继续跳舞时，但她正在与耳鸣的嚎叫狼一起跳舞，而我是 50 级 S(*& 因为喧闹声太大了，不是她的，而是耳鸣的。

我刚刚拍了一张我作为 Cyberman 的照片，所以你们可以看一下，当我在我的网站上发布这个时，Ellie 现在正在唱你的歌，我只是希望你们不要介意戴着耳机把我刮得很厉害。现在，我在哪里？是的，我正要谈论购物清单，为什么，因为我要跋涉下山去商店，或者更确切地说，去药剂师那里领取我每月 2 个月的药物供应，因为我在英国，这些药物是完全免费的现在，因为我已经到了他们自由的年龄。由于耳鸣咆哮和五月四月的阵雨，我决定留在家里，尽管我可能会偷偷出去买彩票和去邮局，因为蜘蛛可能是一条信息。而艾莉正在嘲笑我，她刚开始有点好笑，她太残忍了。埃尔顿也在嘲笑我吗？

回到情节。当您去购物时，除了在收银台附近的冲动购买之外，您对自己想要什么有一个想法。所以，我们都为玩具购买巧克力、口香糖和备用电池。他们也应该有口香糖和牙膏。以及其他可以帮助激发我们热情的事情，尽管那可能是在法国。或者，也许您从亚马逊批量购买。虽然我在跟踪你们所有人。不管怎样，你有一个清单，你可以按照清单的方式进行操作，但超市很聪明，会四处移动，以吸引你。即使在您即将付款时在线购物，您也会收到扔给您的物品，以便将更多的钱放在他们的口袋里。

只是四处闲逛很好，我曾经虔诚地这样做，但是搬到这里，我是山上的傻瓜，商店更远了。所以我很少去超市逛逛，我有手下帮我做这件事。好吧，实话实说，我的旁路疤痕有疝气，抬举和背负伤。或者，如果我这样做了，那么我会在接下来的几天里感到痛苦。我可以用我强壮的双腿搬动沙发，但胸部的动作真的很痛。但是，如果您一直在关注我，那么您已经知道这一切了，或者您是否没有阅读我的 Blogger 个人资料或 Wordpress 上的关于我？让我听起来像是超市里的附加物，就像你在结账时一边打电话一边拍打你的孩子一样，而你却忽略了收银员。或者是您购物的地方，非常豪华？

好的，所以你在商店里，有了你的购物清单，它更快，或者像格雷厄姆曾经说过的那样，网上购物更快，因为他通过网上购买来节省他的面包。但是回到我和你，当格雷厄姆练习他的武术时，他通过网上购买来节省他的面包，用他的愤怒的拳头将他能买得起的额外面包切成薄片。这对所有 Esol 学生来说都是一个骗局。但又继续前进。你如何购物？我找了所有的优惠就买了，因为我还很穷，等你们终于买书了，我可能会得到一些钱，买蜂蜜。政府抱怨这样那样，我们公众越来越胖。事实是真实的人，真正的家庭需要这些优惠，香槟二合一优惠，是的，禁止那些在他们的“gites”中为精英提供的优惠，他们保留这个和那个，而我得到了猫的优惠。

方便食品不好，加蔬菜、甜玉米、豌豆和西红柿，再加一些酸果蔓汁，不要喝橙汁，因为它含糖太多。这就是我为在四次心脏搭桥手术后活得更久所做的努力。好像我们的猫 Tototo 偷偷溜进了书房。我说如果我死了女孩们可以养狗，如果我心脏病发作可以养猫，所以龙猫现在 6 岁了。所以，龙猫一直在提醒我发生了什么事，我们甚至把她的名字写在带有门牌号的铭牌上。所以，如果您在购物回家的路上闲逛，那么您可以找到我们的老房子，因为龙猫就在前门的墙上。我写的东西可能不合时宜，但龙猫贴在墙上，不，不要打电话给皇家防止虐待动物协会或哈里王子，不是字面意思。

我现在要停下来，因为这个想象中的购物太重了，我无法携带，而我在过去的生活中曾经携带过很多东西，购物、纸和手提箱。所以，当你在过道里闲逛寻找这个那个时，想象一下我们的猫龙猫，也挑选一些更健康的东西。他们称之为彩色盘子，否则没有 Cat 铭牌你就死定了，说你做到了。

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好吧，今天是星期五晚上，所以你们中的一些人现在已经神志不清了，神志不清意味着喝醉了/醉了或者喝了太多酒。看到我为所有阅读我的学生扩展了 Esol 词汇。在我旁边的角落里，我可以听到法国说唱，它是 une confiserie patisserie 全部包裹起来，准备好待会儿。实际上，这是我的小女儿沉浸在她的法语中，卢平很快就会回到电视上，一定要看，黑人男主角是非凡的，我相信女士们在看他的时候会热血沸腾。

20 年前，我在星期五晚上回家的路上，从酒店到 NEC 火车站，我可以骑着摩托车进入 Steamy Windows 和 Tina Turner，我在黑暗的田野里经过了几个被汽蒸过的车窗。但为什么我把车停在潮湿的窗户上？好吧，我们水壶上的哨子坏了，我刚刚把整个厨房都蒸了，如果我们有墙纸，它现在会像女士的长筒袜一样滚落下来，这可能是去 NEC 的路上仍然发生的事情火车站。

虽然不再允许向女士吹口哨，但我过去常常在周五晚上招来不少人的注视和许多口哨声，每月一次，因为我穿着拖鞋在 Broad 街上巡游。毕竟我是一个很大的女人。 Bowie 和 Jagger 用 10 码跳舞，在街上或其他任何地方，你认为是谁教他们跳舞的？他们也没有归还我的 flasher mac，所以我像 Lady Godiva 一样光着身子跑回家，它就在考文垂布鲁姆的路上。

解释完这些之后，我应该把水壶打开，然后我们可以喝杯茶还是冲泡啤酒？现在我必须承认我是一个喝咖啡的人。虽然在心脏搭桥手术后我确实放弃了一段时间，但后来我又开始了，如果你的生活中没有美好的东西，那又有什么意义呢？你必须与你的生活融洽相处。这是我喝的 Kenco Rapport 咖啡，加牛奶的速溶咖啡，这会让美国人一想到就吐，这是一种奇怪的咖啡喝法，我应该因为这个想法而被监禁。

回到水壶，显然在成长过程中我们有一个巨大的水壶，一加仑的水壶，足以泡茶和晚饭后洗碗。曾经有一家叫 Malcomb’s 的商店，所有的锅碗瓢盆都在那里出售，显然他的孩子们都是打击乐手，用那么多的金属敲一下就可以了。所以，我父亲一定是去探险，为凯西一家寻找一个足够大的水壶。虽然回到凯里的家庭农场，壁炉至少有 10 英尺宽，火炉上方有一台起重机，上面挂着一个巨大的黑色水壶。实际上，您可以坐在壁炉旁的椅子上，旁边是悬挂着的水壶，火在下方。我确实看到我爸爸的弟弟丹尼就坐在那儿。我相信现在经营农场的莫里斯和他的妻子已经把这一切都包了起来。

现在这个故事是否以饼干为例，说到你把饼干泡在茶里。可能有一个关于饼干浸泡时间长度的数学公式。然后它就湿透了可以吃，或者如果你泡得太久它就会掉下来漂浮在茶里，所以你必须用手指把它全部舀出来，然后啜饮。而我哥哥正是这样做的记忆又回到了我的脑海。这就是你增加体重的方式，都是饼干加茶。虽然我在 1977 年就放弃了咖啡中的糖分，但我知道日期是因为我在 1978 年用头撞到了克里牛棚的门，我叔叔帕特里克说我长高了 2 英寸。是的，他和我母亲出生的那座石头房子变成了牛棚。直到 1994 年，我们才知道它是原来的房子，当时丹尼叔叔从波士顿回来，用手指戳着回答说，那就是房子。它在几英尺外也有一口井，非常适合用来装锅的水。

是的，水壶是个好东西，它能让家人聚在一起，周日喝茶吃马德拉蛋糕，而蛋糕到周一就会消失，尤其是如果我找到它的话。虽然在我生命的大部分时间里我只是喝咖啡，但只有几年我才开始喝茶。爸爸从钢铁厂回家，用洗碗盆洗脚，有时在客厅的椅子上吃晚饭，这样他就可以看新闻，质问那里的政客，他们不能组织茶会党更谈不上治国。

所以一个烧开的水壶勾起了我很多回忆，像我这样简单的东西，它让人想起爱和笑，周末一家人一起看电视。如果一部电影太感人，我爸爸会说他感冒了，然后擤鼻涕，然后他找借口说他会把水壶烧开喝茶，因为这就是家庭。

永不丢弃，永不被爱 2021 年 6 月 10 日( c)

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永不丢弃，永不被爱

在你出生之前你就被爱了

即使您认为自己孤身一人，您也会得到支持

倒霉，或者倒霉

永不丢弃，永不被爱

受虐和流血，你的思想逆流而上

害羞的赶紧找地方躲起来

愤怒和愤怒在内心沸腾

永不丢弃，永不被爱

破碎和废料堆，只看到失败

衣服又破又脏，比任何孩子都糟糕

眼泪像瀑布一样落到无处

你畏缩并躲在楼梯下

永不丢弃，永不被爱

你不断向下盘旋，像舒适的椅子一样绝望

你坐在里面，你把自己埋在里面

你希望你能从沙发靠背上掉下来

为了隐藏你的绝望，像椅子一样坐在上面

永不丢弃，永不被爱

你在坑里，到处都是黑暗

你饱经风霜，想躲起来

没有希望，没有光明，更糟的是

永不丢弃，永不被爱

在圆圈上，北斗七星去了

你是马戏团的乘客，你的心迷失在里面

你不负责，你陷入绝望

你一路前行，一个空壳

就像一个被遗弃在柳条篮子里的婴儿

即将翻过瀑布

永不丢弃，永不被爱

然后是来自祈祷和家庭的爱

从最邋遢的护士那里把你带回来

你在坑里，最黑暗的底部

永不丢弃，永不被爱

这是一个漫长而艰难的旅程

再信任，再爱

你再梳头

你又笑了，你不再那么胆小了

狼被驯服了，你不再是

躲在你的小红帽里

永不丢弃，永不被爱

太阳出现了，它击退了你的恐惧

胆怯的微笑，微弱的笑声打破了黑暗

在你的脸上，阳光出现在你的嘴唇上

你甚至跳舞摇摆你的臀部

永不丢弃，永不被爱

慢慢的信心，取代了顾虑

你学会重新生活，重新微笑

心中的乌云被轻轻吹散

悲伤的风暴已被平息

墨镜换成了阳光

永不丢弃，永不被爱

所以，就这样，有时倒退一步

但现在你的头脑和心灵

就在未来，你已经爬出坑了

现在当你离开它时

它正在被遗忘和填补

生活和笑声摧毁它

永不丢弃，永不被爱

所以，记住你一直被爱着

就算看不见

从你出生之前你就被爱着

首先是你妈妈，后来也是

她不在的时候

永不丢弃，永不被爱

你一直被爱着

爱是永恒的，所以从第一个火花开始

创造本身，有爱的财富

在你离开后人们仍然为你祈祷

爱、欢笑和回忆继续

所有的创造都在进行，一代又一代

我们期待我们的未来，永远不会忘记过去

我们已经爬出沼泽，穿过迷雾

组建家庭和创造

因为爱真的能征服一切

我们都是，无论多么糟糕或悲伤

永不丢弃，永不失爱。

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Mrs Pooh 不是我们可能会嘲笑的外国名字，而是 Mrs Pooh 的名字，就像粘在鞋上的小狗维尼一样。因为维尼夫人就是这样，一位名叫维尼的已婚女士。就像 Salt 小姐嫁给了 Pepper 先生，这真的发生在我 40 年前共事的那个女孩身上。至于维尼夫人，这不是她的真名，虽然每个人都这么叫她，只是老板记不住她的婚后名字，所以他就叫了维尼夫人，就像维尼狗一样粘在你的鞋上。这是紧急情况，版税到期，所以有人必须快速清理。虽然女王确实说它很清爽，而不是到处都是新鲜的油漆。当维尼夫人躲在一个小隔间里时，他们确实相遇了，因为已经来不及隐藏她肥大的屁股了。宫廷信纸上寄来一张纸条，说女王见到“维尼夫人”后松了一口气，此后怎么会有人用其他名字称呼维尼夫人。虽然女王确实添加了一个 ps，但我真的很感谢伊丽莎白。

所以，维尼夫人把它装裱起来，放在她的店里，堆满了卫生纸、毛巾和数百万清洁用品，就在购物中心的一个角落里。维尼夫人会巡视，口袋里放着收音机，来这里来那里，在这个或那个水平上，清洁这个或那个。维尼夫人在做家务时微笑着哼着歌，她很高兴，还有一位伊丽莎白同胞的手写便条，一位是清洁工，另一位是女王。维尼夫人在那里呆了几十年，但现在有了一部漂亮的 iPhone，连接到安全系统，所以有一半时间她不需要被告知去哪里。她刚出现，baby sick就消失了。她很高兴，入职培训的新员工被告知“那是维尼夫人”，我们忘记了她的真名，但如果你们中有人嘲笑她，那么你们将被当场解雇。 Spotless shopping center年度3次跑，那是她声名鹊起的地方。他们说她有一张女王本人的手写便条，是的，维尼夫人真的是伊丽莎白，但她只对维尼夫人负责。

Pooh 夫人闻起来一点都没有，你看香水店非常喜欢她，为什么？商场的某个访客曾试图欺负其中一名工作人员，只有维尼太太将恶霸推到墙上，她知道摄像头在哪里，所以没有人会看到她。将她的 18stones 靠在恶霸身上，她的画笔像武士道棒一样握着，她告诉了他。他可能是同性恋，但他是一个比你永远更好的“男人”。现在维尼夫人被观察到，她像武士道棍子一样握着画笔的方式。来访的武术队，正在购物。他们评估了情况并围了过来。他们的英语不是很好，但正如维尼夫人所指出的那样，他们认识 Bully。当18个肌肉男看着你，你会怎么做？是的，恶霸呸了他的裤子，维尼太太告诉他裤子店在哪里，然后是最近的厕所。明明武林队笑了，交了一辈子的朋友。他们还在她的翻领上给了她一枚徽章。

消息在员工中传得沸沸扬扬，武林队的工作人员还参观了香水店，他们在垫子上待了这么久，都喜欢闻起来很香。在那之后，你能想到的所有可能的武术队都来拜访维尼夫人和香水店。是的，在那之后的垫子和婚姻中度过了很多个晚上。 Shopping Mall商店很开心，中国人、韩国人和日本人现在都被吸引到了中心，当然还有一些流浪的英国武术人士。这一切都是因为小熊维尼夫人镇压了恶霸，虽然 Wing 遇到了王，或者是 Pong，因为发现了一条废弃的小熊维尼填充裤子，维尼夫人不得不处理它。

因此，维尼夫人每天都散发着不同的香味，这里喷一喷，那里喷一喷，当她推着她的清洁手推车时，来访者总是会问她穿的是什么。却又是那么的恭敬，翻领上的武道徽章不断的累积。现在店里有劳力士专卖店，维尼太太坐在长椅上休息，看着橱窗，总是会停下来做梦。所以，就在那里，她和两个韩国女孩坐在一起，她们正在欣赏劳力士商店橱窗的景色。他们还通过社交媒体听说过购物中心。很明显，如果您在城里，就会喜欢这家商店，并且会看到这位女士带着所有武术徽章。这几乎和用红色信箱拍照一样重要，非常适合您的英语假期面子书页面。

但总有坏人，好人受苦。维尼夫人正在和拿着爱马仕手袋的韩国女孩聊天，维尼夫人并不知道。她把店里的一切都告诉了两个韩国人，并向站在劳力士门口的老比尔挥了挥手，他是看门人。以防小偷。现在那个尿裤子的人一直发誓要报复购物中心。现在他带着 4 个大个子要抢劫劳力士商店，如果你来自东方，远东，这就很难说了。维尼夫人知道出事了，让女孩们快点离开。韩国姑娘们打量了一下情况，在这里帮我们提包，然后脱掉了非常昂贵的鞋子。

现在，当韩国人在家放松或准备和你上床睡觉时，他们会带上鞋子。或者，如果她们要做这两个韩国女孩要做的事情。当他们挡在老比尔和那五个人中间时，他们说叔叔是强盗。这一切发生得太快了，比尔和维尼太太坐在长椅上，被转到安全的地方。投降否则我们将使用武力两个女孩异口同声地说，这是韩国的习俗。五人只是哈哈大笑，那两个韩国人跟他们比起来简直是小巫见大巫。维尼夫人本能地在手机上录音，于是就有了被抓的证据。一脚踢到膝盖，一脚踢到鼻子，一脚踢到肘部，一脚踢到下巴，四棵大橡树都倒下了。维尼裤跑了，所以不会武术的老比尔，只是在胡说八道上给了老式的一脚。关于武术的事情是，你知道造成最大伤害的要点。我忘了说这两个韩国女孩叫 Annie 和 Bettie，与 Old Forge 和 Singing Anvil 的 The Trader 和 Singing Anvil 中的酒吧女招待相同，Michael Casey 的 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 中的酒吧女招待，是的 Product Placement 这是一个韩国故事毕竟。

安妮医生和贝蒂医生实际上是韩国外科医生，他们从事运动医学工作，所以当警察和救护车到达时，他们可以列出损坏的地方和位置。至于武术，他们的兄弟和全家都是武术，他们已经决定当医生来扶伤。所以他们每个人都只是两个武术的黑带。

劳力士公司为他们提供了手表作为奖励，但由于他们已经有了手表，所以比尔和维尼夫人得到了手表。所以那天晚上吃炸鱼和薯条，因为那天是星期五，她们是善良的天主教女孩，当她们不踢坏人或治愈他们时。维尼夫人向他们介绍了几个好人，这就是为什么韩国飞踢私人执业运动医学中心现在位于伯明翰郊外黑乡的老福吉和歌唱砧。

这让我的生活变得完美 ©

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所以，我所要做的就是按照计划进行，我会再次触摸我的脚趾。

如果我买了这本书并虔诚地阅读它，我将真正获得自由。

当然也有 T 恤，如果我订阅播客，它是免费的

然后是研讨会和会议，我们有一个特别的问候语

只需 500 美元，我们就会变得如此时髦和时髦，并向慈善机构全额捐款 1%

所以现在我觉得我在人群中，我的生活将如此有意义

我会容光焕发，因为我很健康

但如果你相信这些，那么坦率地说

你在崇拜一桶 S**T

来吧醒来，不要醒来

你已经爱上了 3 张牌戏法

为什么要把你所有辛苦赚来的钱都花在这上面

所有这些现金，它所做的就是让你出疹子

贸然奔向新生活，无暇顾及现实

对不起，我会想念你的，我必须去那里参加这个研讨会

我正在努力寻找机票，伙计，你能给我一百万角钱吗

我会回报你的，我保证，一旦我完成这门课程，我的生活将会更加丰富

然后，然后我会还给你，但借给我更多的在线位

是的，伙计们，这都是一堆废话

自己想想，隔着篱笆和皮特说话，或者在街上拍拍

与汤姆、迪克或哈利和盖伊拉里以及女同性恋利兹交谈

在健身房与厕所清洁工唐交谈

去商店问毛茸茸的玛丽

问再问

跟圣母说话，而不是玛丽，尽管她也是一个很好的倾听者

但是开校车的十个孩子的母亲维罗妮卡

她买了便宜的东西来驱赶她的孩子

也问问 Den，他总是和 Veronica the Virgin 一起做脏事

他是一个孤独的孩子，发誓他会拥有一支由孩子组成的棒球队

当他遇到自己还是个孩子的维罗妮卡时，她同意了

所以一垒，二垒，三垒，四垒，然后重复本垒打

Veronica 和 Den 不再只有一打，他们说它更便宜

那样一打

但关键是为什么要为无聊的空洞垃圾买单

当您可以从家人和朋友那里获得免费意见时

省下你的钱去沃尔玛讨价还价

好像这些生活教练曾经有过一份真正的工作

好像他们真的在乎你，只是他们假晒黑和假牙

和股票期权，因为他们剥削了你我，一路欢笑

到他们的开曼群岛银行

你有你的牧师或拉比或聪明的街头行者万达

万达从许多角度看待生活，她的建议

通常在她清醒过来时坐在公园的长椅上

真正的建议来之不易，非常来之不易，但它是真实的

不假不虚，就算是也不要像我一样，反其道而行之

你想加入Selfie团队，还是真的很自私

我很好，杰克，因为我在骗你，用你辛苦赚来的钱

你真的想像一个晒黑的家庭海外销售代理吗

你在生活中有选择，谁真正关心你

你的神父、你的家人和你的社区

所以，了解一些现实，不要在程序上浪费你的钱

用遥控器关掉它们，用脚投票

如果事情真的很糟糕，买张票去骑，把灰尘抖掉

去别的地方碰碰运气

您不需要任何推销，只需搭便车

跟随星星，在天空中，别无他处

把自己带到你自己决定的应许之地

最后唯一可以信任的人就是你自己

所以，听厕所清洁工的，听听大家的

但你决定什么对你最好

所以，把闲钱花在更好的饮食和步行鞋上

如果你能抽出一毛钱，把它投入慈善箱

不在某些开曼群岛帐户中

这是免费的建议，可能不会声称会改变您的生活

但如果是这样，不要感谢我，感谢马桶清洁工

****。所以我的饥荒结束了这是一个新作品，向 Shaffi 你好，办公室女郎认为他是一个懒惰邋遢的印度人，实际上他教顾问如何在手术中使用激光

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好吧，现在是 2021 年 8 月 18 日，如果你正在计算一个完整的故事故事以来的天数，迈克尔·凯西 (Michael Casey) 的一个。这是一段有趣的旧时光，耳鸣一直困扰着我，睡眠不足让我更加 _ ，你可以在我离开的地方插入你选择的词。当你想到一个时，我会从冰箱里拿一些吉百利，所以至少我会吮吸一些好东西，你可以伸手去拿啤酒或男朋友来亲吻，而不是读这篇文章。

所以当我吮吸我的巧克力时，你可以读这个，或者让鹦鹉在你坐在厕所时大声读给你听。所以，前几天我在花园里，我们的猫龙猫出来玩了，躲在我的椅子下面，我的大屁股下面是日全食。或者其他一些歌名，是哈特几年前唱的吗，反正我放了个屁，龙猫跑过花园的篱笆去找对她更友善的人。

我抬头看着蓝蓝的天空中的云彩，嘉宝是我们很久以前认识的中国人，常说英国的天空很蓝。 ELO 的 Mr Blue Sky 无疑是他最喜欢的歌曲，但我可能又错了，也许是 Abba 的 Money Money Money，谁知道呢，如果他看到这首歌，他可以在酒瓶中给我发消息。至于云，它们确实会讲故事。也许在尼泊尔，当他们读到我的故事时，他们抬头说，那是一朵胖云，和迈克尔凯西一样胖，另一朵云是银白色的，就像他的头发，还有另一朵云像羽毛，就像他的笔一样。当他们再次伸手去拿墨镜时，为了掩饰他们正在看我的事实。但也许我错了。与此同时，今天在伊拉克，有人也在读我的书，也许是我的一本书的阿拉伯语译本，因为他们吸着泡泡水烟。

当我们抬头仰望天空，云从身边掠过，有厚有薄，有白有黑。有的下雨，有的下雨，有的时候只有蓝蓝的天空，背景是 ELO，我在 1977 年 11 月拿到了我的副本，我有理由记住它。怀孕的女士们很多，我在电视上接受采访时谈论筹码。 Pauline 没有怀上其他人，后来怀孕了，所以那个孩子现在 44 岁了。那时我没有理由仰望天空，只是在阴沟里看星星，还有我父亲 56 岁生日。我就是这样记事的。我父亲记得我在厨房水槽里刮胡子，他说会有什么事情发生，并告诉我要开始为未来存钱，尽管我以为我没有。前几天是我大哥的生日，说试试电脑。所以，我做到了，剩下的你就知道了。云来云去，你以为你没有明天，但明天会来。只要有信心，相信你爸爸，听你大哥的话，哪怕只有一次。那一次，导致我在计算机行业工作了 21 年，从事酒类销售市场研究，而我出生在啤酒厂的阴影下。我在阴沟里，但能够仰望星空。

现在在那份工作中，我看到了很多黎明，不，她不是当地的裸体主义者，也不是公司的自行车，用一个非常糟糕的老话来说。黎明实际上是黎明，黎明，就像我做了 14 年的夜班一样。所以，我们过去常常放下工具，或者醒来，这取决于我和哪些顽皮的男孩一起工作。我们会从伯明翰市中心的窗户望出去，看着黑夜被黎明和她的日光赶走。黑色变成橙色，清晨的一缕缕白云，就像一只猫偷偷溜进来赶走黑暗，是的，我的猫龙猫在我和你说话的时候偷偷溜进了书房。因此我选择了这个词，就像猫身上的铃铛一样，清晨的喧闹声响起。我记得我在上海的时候早上5点就开始堵车了，从酒店的窗户就可以看到。那里的搬运工得到了很好的小费，我通过我的翻译家人告诉他，我曾经做他的工作。婆婆也给他小费，所以对他来说这是圣诞节，天上掉下雪，虽然我怀疑他是基督徒，但也许是迈克尔博尔顿的粉丝。

天空中的光明和黑暗是魔法，嘿嘿嘿，这是魔法，你知道，而且不仅仅是航空公司飞行员。天空中的云彩，天空本身就是我们的图片展示，我们的电影展示，或者说是闪烁，它确实会闪烁，尤其是当雷电来袭时。我曾经在诺曼底的一个非常漂亮的房子里，米歇尔说 tutoyer avec moi，是的，我拼错了。在学校我们学的是 Vous，所以我不知道土语的变体。就像在韩语中一样，我从我的 Kdramas 中知道敬语是最重要的。虽然如果我真的遇到任何韩国人面对面，他们将一无所获，你我和你，没有任何言语阻碍我们的进步。

回到诺曼底风暴，你可以感受到空气中的电流，就像我们在乡下一样，灯光秀非常棒，甚至令人生畏。所以，天空是上帝的画布，他用霹雳和隆隆声划过它，甚至比我饿的肚子还响。也许让·米歇尔·雅尔 (Jean Michel Jarre) 在某处接通电源并在地平线上表演。至于闪电，也许杰克逊·波洛克从中得到了灵感，大胆而戏剧性是关键，只要本从弗兰克那里得到了工作室的钥匙。

所以，想象你是一个穴居人，或者是我，没穿衣服，没什么区别，如果你看到我在雨中裸体跳舞，热水器坏了，我拿着一块石炭皂。好的，我们都在我的邻居那里这样做，我们无法获得良好的电视信号，所以这是我们版本的 David Attenborough，Naked Bathing。它打破了障碍，但隔壁的佩妮总是问我需要熨烫什么，但我回答说我身上没有皱纹。所以，不管怎样，Sky 是一场灯光秀，也是一个乐队的名字，我 30 年前在 Odean 见过他们。我的手臂绑在吊带上，我一直在滑冰，是的，真的。我认识一头冰上的犀牛，我的左手肘骨折了，即使在寒冷的天气里，它仍然在刺痛。所以，Sky 放映了，当我环顾电影院时，我看到了什么，每个人都有一些坏掉的东西，几乎就像跛子的夜晚。

因此，当我们仰望天空时，无论有没有音乐，空气中都有戏剧性，勇敢的鸟儿飞过天空，或者飞机在天空中留下刹车痕迹，或者只是蒸汽痕迹。我确实在天空中留下了滑行痕迹，因为我害怕飞行。虽然 2013 年是我的最后一个假期，但我怀疑我是否会再次飞行，除非我被 Kpop 明星绑架，认为我是一个更大的 PSY。食物快准备好了，所以我要吃完了，但明天如果天气干燥，请仰卧并仰望天空。看看那里的动态图片，观察图案的形成和再次移动。也寻找彩虹。天空曾经是，现在仍然是原创电影秀，所以向东看，向西看，晚上看天堂。自穴居人时代以来，一切都一样。享受免费表演，如果你仔细观察事件视界，你可能会看到一个裸体男人和他的石炭酸，那就是我，你想和我一起辅导吗？ Une tres belle fess。

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好吧，我该怎么说呢？这个消息是如此的充实和悲惨。太多的厨师破坏了肉汤，死亡和绝望无处不在。是的，特朗普还在撒谎，我认为所有媒体都应该报道一件事。我有疫苗所以服用它。然后不理他。你看，如果你去掉坏的部分，一切都会好很多。

就像上面有霉菌的食物一样，把它舀出来吃剩下的，我相信你可以用果酱来做，当你遇到果酱时，任何东西都可以。即使在交通堵塞中，您也会被困在那里，感到无聊。虽然我自己从不觉得无聊，但在 40 年前，我们在电脑上做保姆已经太多年了，我简直不敢相信，很久以前，当我在 1978 年开始时，我还是个十几岁的孩子，DEC PDP 1170 等等.由于轮班模式，周中休息了太多天，这给了我广播 4 时间，这是 BBC 内部世界服务，所以这就是我的教育。 20 年了。 33 年前，我开始了自己的作家生涯。于是，53年爱上了文字。不，我不是 95 岁，只有在痛苦的日子里，我才 20 岁。

所以，从远处我可以记录我的进步，我的成长，而不仅仅是我在下巴上刮胡子，刮胡子太早了。当我回头看时，我可以看到我在哪里以及我在做什么。主要是观察，like a sparrow on a washing line，我以前用的一条线，因为我从后卧室的窗户往外看，看到一只麻雀在晾衣绳上。如果你想写作，观察就是一切。事情会出现，所以你会使用它们，就像麻雀在晾衣绳上觅食一样，你可以重复它们并在不尝试的情况下填满一页。

厨房里飘来烤晚餐的香味，我仔细一探究竟，但西兰花太浓了，让我觉得恶心。尽管如果您感染了 Covid 19，那么您将无法闻到或尝到它的任何味道，所以我想如果您现在没有鼻子或舌头，只需闭上眼睛并记住它即可。但因为我通常用眼睛吃饭，所以我会幸免于难，所以感谢上帝，你们所有人的无聊感官。可怜那些经历过的人，并警告伯明翰阿拉巴马州，接种疫苗并戴上面具，你真的认为骗子特朗普真的关心你吗？只有当你拯救自己时，你才能拯救任何人或其他任何东西。

因此，从远处看，事物看起来、尝起来、闻起来更好，也可能更糟。正如播客所说，新闻是历史的初稿。尽管一些“新闻”站只是谎言，由过度膨胀的人物以更高的薪水散播。我稍后必须去参观花园中心，为什么会想到这个？

继续说下去，小时候我有传下来的衣服，我最喜欢姐姐们的裙子，但内裤只是裤子。现在你们中的一半人相信我，你们中的其他人仍在尝试发音伯明翰，这里位于黑色国家的边界，指的是煤烟和污染，以免引发愉快的误解。我们将伯明翰发音为 BirmingUM，我有一种“时髦”的伯明翰口音，因为我母亲有浓重的克里口音，我们只能在电话中听到这种口音，而且由于钢铁厂里的威尔士人，爸爸可能会被误认为是威尔士人作品。在当地口音被“允许”之前的日子里，以及数十年来收听 BBC Radio4 的经历。所以你有它。谷歌 Lenny Henry，我应该说 Lenny Henry 爵士，一个喜剧演员，没有资格离开学校，记住纸片不显示智力，因为智力是思维的速度。他现在也是一名博士，所以实际上他是 Lenny Henry 爵士博士，他为慈善事业做了很多工作。是的，我的纸片，谢谢你的纸片是我收到的第一个放下的东西。我的论文，或者我到目前为止的 20 本书，第 21 本书都会有这个。我的 2,000,000 字左右，那些量化了我的思维速度。但话又说回来，你们可能都是骗子特朗普的信徒，所以只有上帝才能帮助你们，你们相信上帝，它写在美元钞票上，它在 42 街的奇迹中，我也相信仙女和圣诞老人。

我一直在跟踪自己。虽然去厨房的一趟确实让我得到了一些牛肉渣，非常好吃，虽然猫可能会失望。这让我想起了 CPNEC，那里的食物很有传奇色彩，我正在击败我的牛肉，大厨，这是我在安全巡逻时在厨房闲逛时记得的一句话。对于所有阅读本文的喜剧演员来说，这也是一个隐喻。

我因为告诉我的女儿们在更合理的时间上床睡觉而被私刑处死，凌晨 4 点已经太晚了。奇怪的时间最终会让你筋疲力尽，而脑雾的代价太高了，因为你想熬夜看摩登家庭，顺便说一句，这很棒。但我凌晨 2 点在床上。好晚了，但请记住我的耳鸣已经弄乱了我的头和睡眠，如果我和你一样，是的，当我和你说话时，42 级正在播放。这一切都可以追溯到影响力，并利用你周围的一切。如果你看看你的冰箱，说没有东西吃，但有鸡蛋，那么你可以把剩下的东西变成一些东西，五饼二鱼之类的时刻。所以，花点时间想一想，爸爸不仅仅是一个筋疲力尽的老人，正如一位善良的人对我说的那样，尽管当我最后一次见到他时，他正在圣菲利普教堂墓地的垃圾箱里捡拾东西。这可能证明了这一点，照顾好自己，否则你可能会成为乞丐。

甚至结婚生子，或成为作家，或成为父亲

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一个耳鸣的故事，我希望我从来没有写过这个，但这是一个痛苦的屁股，或者它是asp？当你想要她时，伊丽莎白泰勒在哪里，她会以 1,000,000 美元的价格做到这一点，她说她不想要这个角色，但他们给了她钱，所以剩下的就是历史了。

至于我，耳鸣跳上了公车，还是我的痛苦魔幻回旋，3年前，2018年，我想。尽管岁月流逝，尤其是当你痛苦地尖叫时。那么耳鸣是从哪里来的呢？它实际上并不存在，它是您大脑中产生的副产品，您的耳朵会发出嘶嘶声。今年夏天我的情况变得更糟，是的，这真令人失望。白天，噪音、嘶嘶声、摇晃声和嗡嗡声，就像鼓上的爱尔兰人一样平息了。但是到了晚上，当你上床睡觉时，潮水来了，那是地狱般的喧嚣。

可能需要数小时才能入睡，甚至 8 小时后您仍未入睡。所以，你早点吃早餐，让猫进出，这是凌晨 3 点到 7 点之间的任何时间。难怪 Lockdown Belly 越来越大，你可以喝一杯热饮来冲下吐司。猫，龙猫，我们的忍者杀人机器，可能会醒来只是为了看看我是否会与她分享任何东西。或者要求放出去，为了黎明前的杀戮狂欢，有人告诉我青蛙很好，或者只是和狐狸一起闲逛。是的，她会偷偷溜到伍兹，与 Lech、Boris 和 Gregorgi 一起在静水池里游泳。这就是为什么龙猫的毛像被吹过的雪一样白。

与此同时，我抖掉身上的面包屑，我会说那是猫的头皮屑，然后再次爬上楼梯。然后筋疲力尽，我会再次回到床上，最后睡着。带着我所有的伤疤和旁路疝，我不能再把自己扔在床上，我不能再做烤肉串了。我更像象人，只能睡特定的姿势，因果经降为盖位，不是真正的盖位，只是我只能睡一个姿势。然后 2 小时后，或者最近 90 分钟，我突然醒来，大海的咆哮再次出现在我的脑海中。因此，我进行了谈判，然后重新入睡并再次回到我的《业力经》位置。

这并没有忘记试图入睡的心理游戏。音乐确实有很大帮助，因为耳鸣的声音太可怕了，所以你用音乐来打破它。山丘上充满了音乐之声，或者更确切地说，枕头被打碎了，你扔掉了羽绒被，你打开和关闭窗帘，让足够的空气进来。然后你睡觉，可能不得不重新做一遍。如果你在每个睡眠时间段后都很幸运，你实际上会相对较快地重新入睡。但是，如果您不这样做，那就受苦吧。我是不是在夸大其词，可能恰恰相反。准备好一部旧手机来分散您的注意力，播放音乐和新闻以及任何该死的东西，这样您就可以疲倦到海的咆哮被驯服并再次入睡。

你终于起床，尽你所能地利用这一天。但至少你可以在沙发上小睡一会儿，因为你实在是太累了，而且可能像 40 年前的邓肯那样，几乎在键盘前睡着了。我希望他过着美好的生活，生活在日光下，没有夜班，或者加入马戏团。就是这样，因为我现在必须去_。耳鸣不是我的朋友，它没有乐趣，只是在我的痛苦蛋糕上加了一块奶油。最糟糕的是，它让我慢下来，让我远离写作。所以这对耳鸣来说已经足够了，明天我可能会回到另一个适当的故事。

这就是为什么我有一个韩国梦，它真的是一个遗愿清单，因为它的可能性有多大。虽然读了 Padre Pio and Me，看看我的上海生活有多精彩。是的，我真的在 The Queens Tavern 接受了一位中国芭蕾舞演员的审查，The Queens Tavern 是伯明翰竞技场剧院一侧的直酒吧，是我们同性恋区伯明翰皇家芭蕾舞团的所在地。或者阅读伯明翰芭蕾舞团，它非常适合任何地方的舞台，甚至在马戏团的帐篷里。好了，我的小女儿很快就会回家，所以我们可以拥有 13 年级的猫，然后她会不理我，和我们的猫龙猫一起玩。是的，我确实说过，如果我死了，我的女儿们可能会生一只狗，如果我心脏病发作，我的女儿们可能会生一只猫，然后几周后我生了一个四胞胎，这张照片真的是我裸露的胸部，在他们之后剃了我。现在我的乳房戳穿了疝气，我是那 1% 的人之一。或者你可能认为我是百万分之一，就像一位中国叔叔曾经说过的那样。

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现在，如果您以前访问过我的页面，那么您就会知道 Fr.Dan，您不记得什么？好吧，在屠夫的眼泪中，我只为它制作了零散的片段，他就在里面，然后就去我的 Blogger 和 WordPress 上寻找吧。你就这么懒，非要我给你写字擦屁股吗？墨菲夫人会用湿拖把打你，直接从暴民桶里拿出来。就像我自己的母亲凯西夫人威胁说的那样，我现在在笑，我敢肯定她在天堂泡茶的位置也是如此。

所以你知道丹神父是所有男人中最温柔的，也是一个好牧师，但在他的下面是一个戴着天鹅绒手套的铁拳，那些差点杀死屠夫大西德的毒贩很快就会发现。如果你还想要更多，现在就去找屠夫的眼泪吧。可是这样的圣人，怎么会发展成铁拳。好吧，当他的祭坛男孩被扔下悬崖时，就开始了，就像一条腿和一只翅膀，还有一次投掷，就是这样。他应该死了。石头死了，但他的腰带被树根缠住了，这使他免于一死。虽然他本来会死在那里，因为他已经破烂不堪，但一个顽固的年轻牧师救了他。

祭坛男孩是一个非常坏的人，如果你知道妓女在爱尔兰语中的发音，他就是一个肮脏的家伙。他什么都涉猎，就像台湾电影《恋爱中的男人》一样，但男祭司就差得远了。没有像那部电影那样围绕着他的好听的音乐。于是祭坛童得到了应有的报应，却被其他歹徒追杀，他们铁了心要抓住他，杀了他。因此，在一场规模巨大的大战之后，10 比 1 对任何人来说都是不利的，包括刀具和枪支。祭坛侍童被打得几乎要死，然后抓住他的腿和胳膊，用腰带把他扔下悬崖。死的。

现在我不记得这是哪里了，虽然是在赌博为王的东部，这让我想起了今晚的 20,000,000，但我鼻涕太多了，所以我应该告诉你这个故事还是浪费 2 英镑买票。好的，我继续，但我必须先去厕所，否则你想让我弄湿自己吗？祭坛男孩确实弄湿了自己，当你被枪杀时你会撒尿，去问创伤医生，如果你是个顽皮的男孩就停下来。成为一名祭坛侍童，现在阅读原因。

神父丹是个大个子，但当他看到发生的事情时他很害怕，他躲起来了，我也是，十个人杀一个人。神父丹离开神学院没多久，如果你认为它有其他含义的话，这意味着神父的学校。因此，他以教堂为借口躲藏起来，用唾液和木头将破碎的木头和美妙的歌声粘在一起。我告诉过你他成立了合唱团吗？感到内疚的他走到悬崖边，决定为死者祈祷。他惊讶地看到歹徒并没有死，只是半死不活，还在流血。所以他爬下来看看他能做什么。突然间，他鼓起勇气为临终者祈祷，最近他一直在读《红衣主教》。歹徒目光闪烁，再放在那里，很快就死定了。所以神父丹祝福他，然后祝福自己，上帝原谅我这么胆小，他甚至流下了眼泪，为将死的人流泪。所以神父丹爬了起来。他需要一根绳子和一些帮助，但没有人在那里，你会这么暴力地闲逛吗？

神父丹闭上眼睛，祈祷，上帝保佑，当他睁开眼睛时，一头驴在那里，枪声吓坏了它，它断了绳子。我自己的叔叔 Patrick 回到 Cromane Lower Kerry，以前也养了一头驴，那是一个在房子周围移动的割草机，不，我不是在开玩笑，去问问我堂兄的儿子，Patrick 的孙子。但我会回到这个故事，所以神父。丹又翻过悬崖，这次系在驴绳的末端，他把它系在歹徒的腰带上，把他拉了上来。悬崖非常危险，就像我在 Ballyheigh Kerry 的玛丽阿姨家的后面，她是帕特里克的妹妹，她也喜欢听故事。

因此，一旦歹徒安全地站在坚实的地面上，神父。丹把他放在驴背上，抬着走了。所以，神父。丹救了他，现在他不得不照顾他，弹孔等等。神父丹把歹徒藏在教堂下面的地窖里，就在他自己的地方。然后看着一本旧的《读者文摘》，他掏出两颗子弹，对他进行了护理。所有这一切都是秘密进行的，否则歹徒的“朋友”会回来杀死他，而神父。丹也是。

神父丹在电影 Ciffhanger 中从悬崖上掉下来的兰博给他取名为西尔维斯特，他在执行任务的飞机上看到过。所以，这似乎是合适的，因为歹徒确实从悬崖上掉了下来，或者更确切地说是被扔了。现在上帝以神秘的方式工作，我是根据经验说话的。

和神父。丹也知道这一点，当他照顾西尔维斯特时，他的信仰进入了他，西尔维斯特的勇气和内在力量也进入了他。神父丹手上有一个皈依者，被困在教堂下面，只有圣经和赞美诗书籍可以阅读，上面有弥撒、祈祷和合唱团。西尔维斯特一直在滴灌信仰。神父丹变得更强壮了，因为他不得不搬动西尔维斯特并将他藏在地窖里几个月。西尔维斯特说他会偿还他欠他的命。所以是的，你猜对了，西尔维斯特教神父。正如韩国武术界人士所说，丹如何飞翔。

待续

诈骗信也许

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亲爱的先生 { 插入。姓名）

如果你看到了，那就是又一个 Faker，读完了。黑板

如果你和他们谈过一次，而他们没有参考你之前说过的话

然后带他们出去，现在当我写这篇文章的时候，我感到非常痛苦

所以我可能会在 9 月 17 日星期五再次停下来完成这个

我实际上早些时候写了 2 封电子邮件，但因为疼痛而不得不停下来

但是当我完成那些电子邮件时

我必须吃止痛药

他们可能认为我是骗子

虽然几分钟谷歌搜索我揭示了一切

不，我不是第二封电子邮件中的脱衣舞娘

所以收件人可能会认为我是骗子

或者希望有幽默感

我不想把我没有痛苦的时间浪费在那些

只是不能微笑或大笑

就算她们又漂亮又聪明

因为傲慢是最大的关闭

I’m Beautiful Adore Me，推她过去，让她尝尝下水道的滋味

但我离题了

所以一个真实的人应该说

我在网上发现了你，我读了 XYZ 或者我看到了这张照片

亲吻男人/女人/猫或谋杀你的岳母

只是想知道你是怎么逃脱警察的

如果没有引用任何内容，并且他们不回复您的回复

如果您回复是因为您感到无聊并且正在测试它们

那么他们只是一群白痴在浪费你的时间

并试图犯罪

这就是为什么当我登上谷歌搜索引擎的顶端时

或网站整理

我总是说不，并返回我的愚蠢形象

他们收集了我的电子邮件，但从未真正与我交谈

所以我寄给他们一些我的垃圾和一张照片作为回报

所以现在你们都知道会发生什么

所以永远不要打扰我

除非你是真正的医生谁可能

治愈我的痛苦

但请注意，您将面临摆姿势的挑战

以这种方式证明你有幽默感

一根手指放在你的鼻子上，另一根手指放在你的臀部

没有什么可以从互联网上抓取的

我遇到过躺在病床上的人，假装他们就是他们

但我只是回复，希望你死，因为我知道它是假的

只因自己的身体被打得支离破碎

我不会忍受废话

所以现在你知道

WHO，不管是谁，不管最新的骗子是谁

是的，当我痛苦的时候，我什至更加暴躁

但是一个真正的人，甚至是一个真正的傻瓜

我也会付出所有的时间

因为这就是我们在 Casey 家族中的方式

够了，我也一直在讲法国文化和社会学

我和我的小女儿坐在我旁边的另一个椅子上

A Levels等等

顺便说一下，她仍然爱我 20

20 是她小时候认识的最大数字

27岁是我另一个女儿给我的挑战

2015 年 1 月四次心脏搭桥手术出院时

27就像电影中的27条裙子

这么多，这就是我应该写的书的数量

换句话说活得更长

我现在在读第 21 本书，耳鸣确实让我慢下来

因此，如果我在 7 年内完成四次心脏搭桥手术后的平均预期寿命

显然，我更愿意见到那个韩国女孩并与之结婚，然后再生 4 个孩子等等

但真的那是我的遗愿清单，那永远不会发生

你是我的春天是关于一位拥有新心脏的医生和一位女礼宾的韩剧

这引起了我的共鸣

但 Kdramas 触动了我。心，我跟着歌唱

超越理性的爱就是他们的全部，

所以你自己去看吧

并停止向我发送垃圾邮件

只需转到我的 Wordpress 并阅读各种语言

虽然现在它被锁定了

我惹谁生气了？

不知道，可能是我的香肠手指

就像 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 中的屠夫

好的，我会尝试在早上写点别的东西

在另一个房间的电视上看到汤姆克鲁斯

他们在伯明翰偷了他的车，拿走了他所有的行李

所以我不得不借给他一条内裤和一个衣夹

坚持下去

还在等待大尺寸折叠式 Wayfare 太阳镜

作为奖励。

或者这可能只是一封未来给我的诈骗信

他可以把他的枪放在我们的冰箱里

我愿意为爱和拯救地球做任何事情，但不是那样 ©

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，我已经完成了关于这家商店的台湾 Kdrama，所以我想我会尝试为大家写一篇新文章。虽然最后一件事，即婚礼结局中附有小皇冠的头发，很糟糕，但它是 11 年前制作的，所以也许他们不了解更多，但新娘看起来很糟糕。毫无疑问，如果我在台湾的朋友看到它，她可能会不同意，我得给她发邮件问问。

现在半个台湾要攻打伯明翰，给我一巴掌。但如果你认识我的台湾朋友，她会告诉你我住在一起的美女，所以我知道我在说什么。毕竟我是一个同性恋爸爸，这意味着我了解女性时尚，我自己可能看起来像一袋土豆，但我确实知道女人应该是什么样子。顺便说一句，我不是同性恋，只是为了避免任何互联网混淆。我很有生育能力，所以甚至不要和我握手，不，这不是比喻。或者那 4 个 Kpop 孩子很快就会出现。

那么，我会问你，你回收了多长时间？当视觉垃圾出现在每个前花园、颜色编码的垃圾桶、废物、回收和草地，甚至是食物垃圾桶时，你是否鼓掌？你为他们办过街头派对吗？葛丽泰可能是你的英雄，或者我应该说女英雄，不，这不是真的，她没有和巴伦特朗普约会并开始做模特，也没有参加他的篮球比赛。不，她也没有开始吸烟。

好吧，我会让你们知道，所有时髦的人，回收是我们在 1960 年代自动做的事情，因为我们很穷，没有浪费任何东西。如果我们能烧掉它，它就可以用旧煤火烧了。我的大姐姐过去常常坐在火堆上看一本关于消防员的书。后来十字交叉的图案遍布了她的腿。在外面的厕所旁边，8 人共用，我们有一个煤棚，煤工过去常常走上入口，将他的负载，一百个重量扔进煤棚。也许 1966 年我差点死在那个煤棚里，但那是另一回事了。所以，在这样的时候，我们每个人都没有浪费任何东西。那时你只有 2 个垃圾桶，它们是用镀锌钢制成的。清洁工过去也常来收你的垃圾。他们也在垃圾车上滑下百叶窗。在我忘记煤工的推车是一辆用马拉的平板装载机之前，我似乎记得。还有一个卖面包的人，用大篮子把面包运进来。所以，你的后台通道也总是很忙。

这是气候，太空竞赛也在 1960 年代初期进行，所以 1969 年真的是一件大事。我们穷到消费社会，我69年夏天穿的是puke色的绳子长裤，还是70年的时候。我以前穿的是短裤和吊袜带长袜。所以当我妈妈把它们缝得更短时，我就在花园里跳来跳去。我可以想象她在后院坐在一把破旧的谷仓椅子上，夕阳西下，是的，我搬家后那把椅子用了 30 年，所以一共可能用了 50 年。我很高兴从我的 3 个哥哥那里得到了 2条或 3条手裤。快时尚甚至不存在，不是一幅贫穷的图画，而是一个位于开普山啤酒厂 Smethwick 阴影下的爱尔兰大家庭，但我们在伯明翰。

人们拥有东西并使它们经久不衰。金钱，让你浪费，也让你感到无聊。如果你有 Blitz 心态，那就是一场战争，那么你就不会浪费东西。或者我去年只有三个假期，而这些衣服已经六个月了，所以我会把它们扔掉。这种水果来自南非，其他水果因大西洋上空的恶劣天气而延误。每个人都喜欢花哨的东西。由于无烟区，我们在 1973 年被迫使用中央供暖系统，但至少我姐姐不再霸占煤火。尽管越过斯梅斯维克的边界，他们仍在继续。事情变了，态度变了。

你会选择少吃吗？最终接受较低的生活水平可能是阻止全球变暖的唯一途径。或者你想继续环游世界购买塑料纪念品，自拍，用你的品味填满网络空间。并继续屠杀人类。或者甚至减少繁殖，这样我们就可以养活世界。或者，Covid 19 是一种拯救地球的意外方式。想想你所做的一切，你不需要英雄告诉你。或者你呢？

让他们笑 ©

经过

迈克尔凯西

现在，当我开始时，我意识到我必须整理我的文件，它们有点乱，所以我把它放在它应该开始的地方，然后我会做我的安全。我非常有纪律，但我变得不整洁，所以回到纪律然后我可以找到东西。我想在这里的三年里我已经写了 400 多篇新作品。这不包括聊天，我不备份，我只是直接写给 Blogger 和 WordPress。或者写下来复制粘贴跟大家分享我的智慧，好吧，我无聊的垃圾，但你总是回来，只是为了看看我是否在进步。我也有翻译的书，只是为了在全世界传播痛苦。这是山上的新房子，如果我意识到它有多陡，我的健康状况会如何，但我在山上是个傻瓜。但在韩国，Quick Stories 的短时间内下载量超过 2500 次，其他语言的下载量超过 1000 次。虽然你看的时候可能会骂脏话，他真的就这么垃圾吗，我也不知道为什么要这么麻烦。虽然从数字和地图来看，你一定喜欢它。尽管在您等待时它可能只是很好的厕所阅读。

因此，我希望无论您身在何处，无论您身在何处，在阅读本文时都会微笑。和你爱的人在床上，我的话就像一种前戏，我实际上已经写了超过4部戏，爱。它可能只是帮助你入睡，但其他方法更好玩，来这里，把那个 ipad 扔掉。谁知道呢，也许只是 Drs。我今天收到一封来自一位博士的虚假诈骗电子邮件，实际上是第二封，第一封是来自一位韩国 WHO 博士，今天是来自英国的一名 Yank。韩国人更有吸引力，但明显是假的。您可以剪切和粘贴电子邮件，并在几秒钟内根据诈骗者列表检查它们。也就是说，如果您在喝完茶时有 5 秒钟的空闲时间，并且您不必打开它们。但我已经告诉过你了，亲爱的。

现在说到这一点，尽管从来没有。让人发笑。你怎么做，给他们看一张特朗普的照片。我仍然无法相信美国共和党人如此愚蠢，这已经超出了笑话的范围。但回到情节。你延伸和夸大，你侧身推动，我开始想到特朗普和他的卧室技巧，但那是因为我看了 50 年的政治。阅读 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 中的第 9 章 MP Married to a person，Married to a People，这是我 30 年前对政治的看法。或者读汤姆夏普的书，一个真正的博士向我介绍的博士，Blot，Porterhouse Blue，The Throwback，Wilt 是我记得的一些书名。在某些地方非常当然，但非常非常有趣。 Porterhouse Blue 以剑桥或牛津为背景，多年前制作的电视剧，非常非常有趣。

那么你如何让人们发笑呢？这就是你告诉他们的方式，就像伟大的北爱尔兰喜剧演员弗兰克卡森曾经说过的那样。罗杰开车送他回机场差点撞坏面包车，他笑得直哭。是时候了，慢慢地让笑声出来。美国人电报一切。你必须慢慢来，然后说出最后一句话。不，我不是单口相声演员，你已经因为我刚刚使用的动词而想到了一个笑话。你只需用文字引导人们走上花园小径，就像 Gill 曾经说过的那样。我真希望她还活着，还在打人耳光，迈克尔，你真糟糕，她会说迪克·埃默里 (la Dick Emery)。那是我对她的美好回忆，我们上次见面是在希尔街，不，我们不是警察，也不是布鲁斯。所以你使用一个词，它已经有了联想。

如果你和律师交谈，他们中有 400 人知道我的名字，不，我不是罪犯也不是小偷，律师事务所是我的工作场所。如果您与律师交谈，那全都是关于内裤的，不，我从不炫耀我的内裤或旗帜。虽然我确实记得有一个女孩曾在印刷室开玩笑试图拉下我的裤子。我忘记了这一点，也不是船员的正式成员。再次通过我选择的文字和分享这些信息，你正在画画。事实上，我们太忙太热了，不，我不是说我太性感了。我的意思是它是 90 度，因为所有的工业尺寸打印机都在使用中。因此我在午休时间去圣菲利普大教堂消暑。看起来像杰夫·贝佐 (Jeff Bezo) 的 Verger，真的，他认为我是神圣的，但上帝知道并非如此，3 年的午休时间，在大教堂内或在外面的长凳上，在里面快速咬一口。

再一次，我只是在分享一个故事，但措辞有所不同，形容词的选择，最后逗号是国王。纸上的停顿，或嘴唇的舔舐。然后笑墙倒塌了。就像在音乐中一样，你有一个积累，然后是 Bang。而且您一次又一次地编造自己的笑话。哦，莎莉别说了。我正在听 JMJ 的 Rendez Vous，非常合适。尽管在我的脑海中，音乐将用作我的一个故事结局的背景音乐。但我给了你过早的兴高采烈，是的，你确实停下来再次阅读那个词。他刚刚说了什么，兴高采烈过早的兴高采烈。看到你可以再咬一口苹果，然后再笑一次，尽管如果我说再咬一口，你就领先于我了。因为一切都在心里。措辞有所作为。

无论如何，我和我的朋友安迪在前台的墙后面，不，我们没有接吻，也许是安迪，但这是留着胡子的安迪，我不想嘴里有头发，而且我们都很有男子气概.你看，安迪有残疾，不，他不是高尔夫球手，他患有某种可怕的疾病，使他的背部扭曲，而且他还有拐杖。他是我们的 Switchboard 负责人，所以我一进来就做 Switchboard，而他正在吃晚饭。所以，我们总是有一点开玩笑，如果我没有被派到整个酒店的某个地方，我们就会聊天。所以，我会喂他一条线，或者只是不小心，然后他会把我放下，在地板上扣篮。我一直记得他的眼神，他会抿起嘴唇，然后是 PUNCHLINE，我们和接待员都会笑。你走进了那个，迈克尔。而且，是的，我有意或无意地做到了，这并不重要。只有笑很重要。所以要大方一点，不要开玩笑，让它喘口气。被一个戴着卡尺和拐杖的男人嘲笑是我得到的最伟大的礼物之一。因为笑声确实能团结我们所有人，无论我们的情况如何。

为什么我永远不会接受采访 ©

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我们都听过和看过采访，甚至是报纸上假装的采访，其中提出并回答了 20 个问题，好吧，8 个。这只是一封电子邮件和回复。我最近看到了 Frodo 的一个，坦率地说，他们是在浪费时间，一个页面填充物。佛罗多现在要对我发起任务。对不起，我只需要吃点止痛药，我看过一次对歌唱侦探的作者的采访，他不得不停下来喝吗啡，所以幸运的是我没那么糟糕，虽然在中间，你只是希望很多东西。

那么我为什么要讨厌面试，或者更确切地说是面试官呢？好吧，他们一开始就不听，如果你在和我说话，我真的想和我说话，而不是被处理。不是一个无聊的女孩在超市收银台扫描的。尽管我就是我，但我总是会开始对话，是的，他们确实希望我是一罐豆子，尽管我也经常放屁。所以，这是一个态度问题，我身上的爱尔兰人想要的是言语，而不是沉默，沉默是为了羔羊。描述一个页面也永远不如阅读它好。所以，我宁愿阅读一页而不谈论它。一页就是一场表演，我的写作方式是杰克逊·波洛克的写作流派，所以我怎么可能谈论它呢？

面试官总是浪费时间，兜圈子。如果我说它有点像莎士比亚，那么面试官总是会说，所以你是在将自己与莎士比亚进行比较，然后你就离题了，浪费时间。如果采访者真的听了，他会代表听众或观众的读者了解更多，而不是为自己的存在辩护。两只耳朵和一只舌头，不，我也不是在谈论前戏。采访者在那里倾听，这不是政治采访，我们都知道政治家是个骗子，一个该死的骗子和统计数据一起躲在床上，统计数据才是最重要的，38/24/38 当他的助手与他一起成为政治人物时.但足够了，保密协议和所有。

面试官转圈圈，就好像他的脚被钉在地板上一样，或者他正在涂指甲而在你回答时无视你，或者给他妈妈发短信，问他的短裤做好了吗。然后是对工作室的倒退通知和下周的广告。不要忘记稍后插入的对镜头点头，假装他真的在听你说话，就像开头和结尾的客气话一样空洞，以向人民选择观众证明他是每个人最好的朋友。但是从船员们的眼神来看，他们和你一样讨厌他。

那么为什么要浪费时间接受采访。我会大声朗读一两页，让观众自己判断。永远不要让一个超重和高薪的白痴妨碍你说话。让人们，阅读触摸品味每一句话，它应该像我和我的读者之间的法式热吻。我只希望当我睁开眼睛时，我喜欢和我交换口水的人。

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在真空中

空间的

时间

缺乏爱

你的思绪在旋转

没有声音

脑袋里只有耳鸣

你一个人在床上

激情会结束我们脑海中的声音吗

不要放弃

当我和你说话时唱彼得加布里埃尔

天使有星星的视野

当我乞求沉默

寂静之声

所以我让音乐更高

淹没我脑海中的耳鸣

当我乞求上帝的沉默

当我猛烈地捶打我的枕头时

但他们反击

在枕套上加一个金属拉链是谁的主意

所以它报复地抓我

舒缓的声音来自我的手机，来自我的智能扬声器

由于耳鸣的嘶嘶声和嗡嗡声比鼓声更糟糕

一些分散注意力的一些行动将非常受欢迎

带走噪音和痛苦

日日夜夜，夜以继日

Charlie Watts up in Heaven 你能问天堂鼓手吗

停止

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我不知道我会写那个，第一行指的是我收到的一封电子邮件

所以至少我得到了今天的文章，我会把它插入书中

因为我永远不知道灵感会在何时何地以何种方式出现

Anyway Vacuum 如果你真的出现了，欢迎你，

如果你这样做，他们将成为一个故事来创造。

Quick Stories 仍然是韩国人的新宠

和 Kim 扔掉那些核武器并开设高尔夫球场如何？

取而代之的是特朗普……

爱的本质（三）

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众所周知，我一直很享受她的私生活一部 Kdrama 浪漫喜剧，他们就像

具有詹姆斯·邦德制作价值的加冕街，但显然韩国女孩要漂亮得多。

在这个特别的 Kdrama 中，他认为她是女同性恋，但她不是。但他假装是她

Super Fans的男朋友，非常韩流，有点像特朗普主义，但没有所有

谎言。自己判断吧。

今晚当我观看它时，我看到一个简单的想法让我震惊，通过 Kdrama 表达，没有

任何戏剧真的。故事中一位摄影师将他最后的照片留给了他以前的一位作家朋友

快死了。

揭露的是假装的夫妇被作家无意中听到了。女孩说，她

是一个秘密的 Kpop 鲷鱼，他的眼睛里有爱，死去的摄影师的眼睛。而决赛

已发布的照片有标题，但被误译了。显然应该说 Hi 而不是 Goodbye

在韩语中这意味着两者，请原谅我正在阅读副标题。所以如果你是韩国人

街上，你看到我，不要因为我的无知而打我的耳光。

关键是摄影师对作家的爱不仅仅是 30 年的朋友。这是一个同性恋

友情却从不表达，只是压抑。所以这位作家想知道他的摄影师是否

朋友知道他爱他，尽管他不敢说出来，因为他的成长经历。这对假装夫妇的艺术画廊人说，他当然做了，因为摄影师看到的东西是

摄影师会看到。正如艺术家也能看到事物一样，艺术家也是画家。原来如此

很高兴看到 Kdrama 的这几分钟，用另一种方式表达爱。

你们中的一些人立即讨厌我刚才说的讨厌。但爱就是爱是现实的真实表达。是的

它是如此无聊，当人们夸耀我是同性恋时，就像几年前英国电视上的小不列颠一样，之前

唤醒主义杀死了喜剧。 Just Live and Let Live，只是不要把你的意见强加给我们。 WHO

无论如何，你要评判吗，深喉政治评论员琳达？

但所有的爱情都是美好的，只是不要让女人脸红惊马。是的，它更好

爱而失去，胜过从未爱过。还不如爱情该有的地方没有蜘蛛网

出现了。温柔的吻比刺痛的荨麻要好。一年、10、20、30、40 或更多，或只是

远远少于根本没有。或者被抛弃和拒绝，会让你痛苦。

但是你有亲吻和更多的记忆，破床和桌子，到处都是丢弃的衣服，还有

多得多。如果你在结婚后有了孩子，那么你就会让孩子造成所有的伤害

到处都是垃圾。生活继续，直到爱停止。今天也是一个

一个深爱的人的纪念碑，一座充满爱的教堂。

所以事件的混合为这些话打下了基础，爱可以持续一生，它可以悲惨地结束，它

也可以就此死去，凋零。所以享受它的每一秒。

然后看 Kdramas 的喜剧和悲情，也许你会有一个圆满的结局，

爱征服一切，尽管曲折，不，我不是在谈论因果经。只为了

一些带有音乐和喜剧以及詹姆斯·邦德制作价值的忧郁的克拉玛斯。也许只是

也许他们会在你的街上开一家韩国食品店，那里的女孩会疯狂地爱上你，

你结婚生了 4 个孩子，组成了一个 Kpop 家庭。

我确实喜欢幸福的结局，因为我的耳鸣在我耳边咆哮，我希望如此。

为弗洛伊德打扫 ©

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当 Pink Floyd 出现在音乐中时 Floyd 出现在页面上，同时我的晚餐在烤箱里，我希望耳鸣或疼痛打断我在页面上放一个新故事，如果你正在跟踪，2021 年 11 月 19 日是日期我。茶的节奏伴随着我的脚步，所以我在开始之前只喝了一杯，是的，我的肩膀疼痛不已。

但是让我们开始我们的故事吧，格蕾丝也有肩痛，她过去常常用吸尘器吸尘，如果一个女孩想买那些新鞋，就必须打扫卫生。格蕾丝在几个办公室工作，晚上回来收拾东西。 Amazing Grace，是她的绰号，她可以让任何东西变得井井有条，如果你失去了任何东西，她会找到它。很明显，在高端办公室大队中，她非常受欢迎。律师和建筑协会，以及流浪的房地产机构。他们在伯明翰圣菲利普教堂院子旁边的一个新街区，顺便说一下，那是在英格兰。

所以，格蕾丝突然出现了一个快速的，一个祈祷，并撞到了一个穿着两只奇怪鞋子的随便律师，他在黑暗中起床并且不想打扰他的女朋友，因此穿着奇怪的鞋子。他掉了他的内裤，她很快就把它们捡起来，他正从法庭回来，格蕾丝道歉。没必要，他回答说，如果我在法庭上做大事，我也会去大教堂。但不要告诉任何人他继续说下去。格蕾丝说，我自己正在寻找新的清洁工作。就这样，双鞋先生给了她一份工作。很难找到优质的清洁剂。这就是 Grace 创办她的 QC 清洁公司的方式。 TwoShoes 先生说那样更简单，而且他们在总部有会计师等，他们称之为律师事务所。

所以，格蕾丝从一个开始，然后是两个或三个，直到最后这栋楼是她的。她在下午晚些时候进来，然后继续前进，直到她完成时已经快天亮了，一切都完成了。现在律师就像老鹰一样，所以很快隔壁的街区就闻起来了，但双鞋先生在那里为他的捕获物辩护，你不会有我们的 QC，得到一个你自己的。 QC，如果你不知道一个非常高级的律师的名字，皇后委员会。微笑的回答我们不会为此提起诉讼，但如果您的 QC，您的 Amazing Grace 有一个妹妹，那么 Tort 先生会很乐意多给她 25% 的费用来建造我们的大楼，前提是她的技能是公平的。现在格蕾丝听到这话咯咯地笑了起来，我的技能，我男朋友就是这么叫的。律师们脸红了，尽管他们一致认为 Grace 太棒了，如果你一直四处奔波清洁它，它比车库里的任何自行车都要好得多。所以，受够了Nail Bar生活的Sharon加入了QC，Quality Cleaners，Mr TwoShoes也加了25%的费用，他不想被指责虐待员工，虽然Friend这个词更好，因为就是这样格蕾丝在他们中间感受到了。

所以，时间过去了，QC 越来越大。他们也有各种各样的真空吸尘器，不仅是 Henry 吸尘器，还有棍子上的扫帚和花哨的充电吸尘器。格蕾丝从未忘记她在圣菲利普斯以外的机会相遇，所以她在黎明破晓时为自己唱了一首赞美诗。现在 Grace 在一个福音合唱团里，准确地说是来自 BBU 的第 7 章 Old Forge 和 Singing Anvil 中的儿童之家。如果你需要线索。不管怎样，格蕾丝会唱歌，当窗户开着让空气进来时，她的声音会飘过广场。如果你像 Sharon 一样拥有 Shona，QC 的清洁工很快就会有合唱团在唱歌。现在一把绍纳人就像是一支天使大军。这种声音拯救了一个生命，它所带来的极乐，使某人决定生而不死。他是一个想成为音乐制作人的人，但运气不好。但当绍纳歌唱时，却是全能神在哼唱。我还能说什么。 QC 一夜之间打扫了一两个办公室，但在黎明前最黑暗的时刻，当坏事可能发生时，绍纳歌声赞美了上帝并挽救了一条生命。

音乐人，说谢谢，这真的是圣人的节奏，是由绍纳清洁工制作的。所以，事情发生了，他接受了一些治疗，幸运的是，他的姐姐在 QC 首次开展清洁工作的律师事务所从事归档工作。这导致他遇到了他们，并最终制作了他们。 QC妹子被要求录CD笑了，我们会比UB40大吗？终于有了回复。而 TwoShoes 先生本人将负责所有法律事务。因此，专业唱歌成为现实。他们确实在圣菲利普斯大教堂为圣诞节举办了一场慈善音乐会，那里的门票价格过高。但是律师们都想去那里，不仅仅是为了唱歌，而是因为他们有机会进入 QC 候补名单。

什么是慈善组织，撒玛利亚人。因为圣诞节是一个充满欢乐的时刻，但任何撒玛利亚人都会告诉你，圣诞节也会带来痛苦。因此，让这个 2021 年的圣诞节成为一个喜讯和欢乐的时刻，就像绍纳合唱团的歌声一样。在任何时候，或一周中的任何一天做一个好撒玛利亚人，都是你能给予的最好的礼物，唱歌不仅赞美上帝，而且可以拯救生命，不仅仅是在圣诞节的任何一天。

保护 2022 ©

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好吧，已经有一段时间了，所以这是一个新故事，2022 年的第一个故事，我已经在努力使字体正确。询问任何作家，他们只需要在他们面前有正确的字体，Palatino 是我喜欢的。圆润好看，读起来一目了然。没有小到你不得不眯着眼睛，而且它像女人一样曲线优美，或者我自己的腹部和超肥的臀部，无论你喜欢看哪个。如果您觉得我如此有吸引力，我会感到受宠若惊，Lockdown 有很多问题要回答。

所以，凯西先生，请戴上面具，这是规定。还有遮阳帽，还有长袍，不，我们还没有完成。然后是警察法医白色西装。不，瘟疫不在这里，然后穿上宇航服，如果你轻按开关，你自己的供气系统就会启动，宇航服就会膨胀，所以你看起来就像米其林人。是的，我们现在都准备好了。只是我们认为你和你的作品一样臭。因此，我们不希望您的垃圾污染我们的等候区。不，这不是 Hospital，这是 HOSTspital，这是一家位于 Windmill 酒吧旁边的时尚意大利餐厅。那将是 12 英镑的服务费，但您可以免费使用我们的厕所。

所以，我脱光了衣服，在水槽里洗了个澡，就像一只猴子在水盆里。我用了他们所有的高档肥皂，就像你在旅馆里买到的那种，然后偷走带回家。所以，当 Pearl 进来时，我赤身裸体地站在两个花哨的 Dyson 干手器下吹干自己，Pearl 是一名歌手，她一边洗地板一边唱歌。要不就是她是个机械师，她 Singer 上的针坏了，但我不会像破唱片一样继续下去。 Pearl 抬起头说 Kim 会嫉妒的，因为我的屁股很大，但很结实，虽然需要 Black and Decker。我转过身，珀尔笑了。这就是我们第一次见面的方式。当我穿上衣服时，她还在笑。你不打我问试图改变主题。 120 WPM 是她的回答，我小时候在律师事务所被称为 The Flash。虽然闪的是我，虽然此时我的脸已经通红了。所有花哨的肥皂都让我长了过敏性皮疹。这就是我开始向珀尔口授的原因。当我躺在蓝色沙发上口述我最新的短篇小说时，她来到了我家。完美的结合。

但是，我在哪里？我在厨房里吃着火鸡肉片，把自己变成了一头猪。我要减肥，我已经放弃了夜里的零食，必须束缚和保护我的心脏。龙猫的错和耳鸣让我无法入睡。所以，我打算谈谈保护，说不，睡在另一个房间，或者在床上放一张我的照片。如果那不能消除冲动，那么什么都不会。

虽然我也不打算谈论那个，但我打算谈论其他保护措施。文字、衣服、阴影。我不想说但是，我可能是错的但是，你可能不想听这个但是。等等。我认识一个人，他会澄清每一句话，就像一个坏政客将他的屁股粘在栅栏上一样。真正的人不会这样做。他们只是说。迈克尔，你很胖，头发花白，像个 99 岁的老人，你的须后水太过时了，你只用它，因为它像你一样最便宜，老头子，你喷错香水了，抹了 Jeyes 排水管清洁剂在你的耳朵后面会更好。

至于衣服，它们就像复活节彩蛋，遮盖了很多，当最后脱掉时你会失望的。所有包装然后在中心什么都没有。我们把自己藏起来或裹在衣服里。如果你很胖，你会永远戴着帐篷来保护自己免受嘲笑。曲线很好，但它们的呈现方式非常重要。雪毯，你的着装可以隐藏很多东西。如果他们只是在那里，那么他们就没有吸引力。 TART就是这个词，隐藏还是暴露，这是永恒的平衡。长得像 Bee Gee 的家伙可能在 Gay 酒吧工作，但要吸引女士，请隐藏它，不要晃荡太多。比紧身牛仔裤和毽子更重要的是品位，乔治·迈克尔 (George Michael) 问道。

言语很重要，衣服确实造就了男人，但如果他看起来很对，但当他张开嘴时，他所能谈论的只是他自己，让他在垃圾箱中使用。她可能看起来很棒，但如果她张开嘴巴并闻到烟味，请将她留在朝鲜蓟旁边，并在后面的杂志架上。所以我们选择了语言来解释自己，但如果语言不是你的事，那么只要和他或她在一起就足够了。你只是为她或她在身边感到高兴。有些人说了很多话，但实际上什么也没说。一个词可以意味着很多，尤其是当你妈妈去世时，他什么也没说，但她总是在那里为我送洗衣服，帮助带孩子，让我微笑。他的垃圾笑话，但没有他，我将如何应对。

就这样，保护我们自己的话语，或者捍卫我们的话语，甚至是拯救我们的努力。你会被抢劫，但他向他们扔了一个装满 Michael Casey 的 20 本书的 kindle，他们捡起来就跑了。最后，Michael Casey 你的话有点用处，来自伯明翰的 Shades 银发胖作家从抢劫中拯救了一位女士。警方逮捕了 3 名男子马不停蹄地引用凯西的话，E 和凯西不要混在一起，这让比赛失控了。

这就是你今天的命运，是时候把圣诞树再放一年了。我在半夜做了一个在线预期寿命的事情。因为即使身体状况不佳，我也会被归类为不吸烟和不喝酒的人，以 5 英尺 10 英寸和 127 公斤的体重，我仍然可以活到 88 岁，比大多数人好 5 年。又过了 25 年，虽然它没有询问疾病的性质。而我的猜测要少得多。所以如果合适的话，我是否应该再生 4 个孩子并组建一个 Kpop 乐队。尽管从您所听到的情况来看，您会感兴趣，女人，而不是男人。

20 岁成年，我才 11 岁 ©

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好吧，新闻中的一个项目引起了我的注意，日本的成人年龄是他们达到 20 岁的时候。韩国也是如此。它在报纸上，因此您可以自己阅读。所以，这让我开始思考，我什么时候长大的。嗯，那是我 11 岁的时候，也就是 1970 年夏天，在我开始上文法学校之前，我是同一所学校的第三个兄弟，因此我被拉丁老师称为 Casey Minimus，一个非常小的人，叫做 Hanny 先生。

当他用西班牙语教授身体部位时，他让身高 6 英尺 4 英寸的 Max Francis 站在前面，所以 Max 是视觉辅助。他的弟弟西蒙和我在一个班级，1B，可能代表Brothers，因为我们在学校里似乎都有哥哥。 UB40的男生Ali也是我们班的，他打橄榄球摔断了锁骨哭了，我们还以为他是女生哭的。我在1B结交的一个朋友也在班上，所以我认识他52年了。我想班上有 4 人成为了博士，包括我的朋友，但他只是博士而不是医生。

现在我可以多说一点关于这个班级的事了，比如 MacKenzie，一个可以像风一样奔跑的黑人，我想他爸爸是路上的补鞋匠，至于 Clive，他现在是 Rastaman，上次我超过他时多年前的达德利路。无论如何，您的环境是您成长的一部分。那和你的家人。所以在某种程度上，我已经长大了，或者像 Big D 可能会说的那样宽，他太小了，以至于以花生品牌命名。唤醒垃圾在 50 年前是不被认可的。

因此，如果您在家庭住宅中与房客一起长大，那么您就会了解他们。我们甚至有一个酒鬼作为房客被 Dr 打掉，爸爸拿着她的尿壶在外面的厕所里倒空是我的记忆之一。我们也有各种各样的冰箱，所有花哨的 Minton 瓷砖都是我们每天 6 瓶牛奶用来保持凉爽的地方。毕竟我们一家8口，2女4男，再加上爸爸妈妈，所以4瓶儿童奶和2瓶灭菌奶，还有我们的猫狗，10只。灭菌奶是给爸爸带去上班的District Iron and Steel Brasshouse Lane Smethwick，装在一个小瓶子里，因为炉子里的热量会凝固任何儿童的牛奶。毕竟他的茶确实需要牛奶，那毕竟是消毒牛奶的用途。

所以你从小就看到酗酒的房客，凯西夫人这是房租。当他们在侧门摇晃时，拖着一根柴。然后，当他们保释出来时，您必须撤离，为什么护士会这么乱？你必须把他们的垃圾存放 3 个月，在隔壁房子的旧煤棚里，以防他们回来付欠租。两周后，爸爸走了 20 年，他太仁慈了，一位绅士。

所以我有整理的经验，我什至在我尝试心肺复苏术时死于房客。但那是十年后的事了。如果你来自这样的背景，那么你已经长大了，50 年前我知道了太多我希望几十年甚至永远都不会知道的事情。你必须划分或什至不去想它，躲在你想象或祈祷的掩体中，直到暴风雨过去或潮水退去。

我可以说更多，我可以写博士论文，但我不需要向自己或任何人证明任何东西。但是，一旦我有了自己的家，我就把 PAX 钉在了我的门上。然后大约一年之后，我确实在 1987 年偶然开始写作，这不是计划中的，而是发生了。你生活中的一切，只会出现在你的页面上。尽管 Frank Brown 收听了 20 年的广播，但他妈妈称他为“最佳房客”，他也发挥了作用。我记得他给了我一个橘子，他还从欧洲最大的银幕 Gaumont Cinema 观看了丛林之书的节目。后来这个地方变成了品诚梅森的办公室，30 年后我在那里工作了 3 年。

你生活中的事件，直接的和间接的都在起作用。我在今天关于日本成年的文章中注意到，20 岁你就有一个银行账户。我爸爸在我 8 岁的时候给我买了我的，我还记得那家银行，和爸爸一起进去做这件事。我还记得爸爸戴的是什么线绳装订存折。虽然今天有 2 个学生女儿，但我现在一无所有。没有疼痛的一天就足够了，或者耳鸣不会把我逼到极限，几乎每次我醒来都会这样。耳鸣比我所受的所有疼痛都更严重，而且有时非常可怕，因此需要进行目前的医院检查。

成年可以是一件突如其来的事情，也可以是一连串的事情，其中一件就是压死骆驼的最后一根稻草。 Never Give Up 在我现在和你说话的时候正在演奏，Gallagher 和 Lyle 是对的，Saint Mark 也是如此，但它已经并且永远是我自己的信条。生活是丰富多彩的，如果你只是说我很无聊，或者没有什么可吃的，或者没有什么可做的，那么我建议向内看。 The Greatest Journey is the Interior One，或者不看冰箱的背面，你总能用鸡蛋做点什么，即使鸡蛋有点裂。

向美国人解释反讽

向美国人解释反讽 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

那么你应该已经知道了

TRUMP 是一个骗子和欺诈，在法庭上得到证明

在法庭上屡遭殴打

然而你还是趋之若鹜

所以这很讽刺

你那证明的精神错乱也是如此

或者让疯狂的羊群聚在一起

是的，我知道我可能会被称为对真正的疯子不尊重

但他们得到帮助并变得更好

特朗普只是在搞砸这个国家

为了自己的虚荣心

即使那些只值一美元的人也不是一文不值

这就是民主，所有的声音都会被听到

不只是富有的大嘴巴

这就是为什么每一票都应该算数

哑剧该结束了

谷歌 panto 或 pantomime 并观看一个

那么它应该是不言自明的

在英国这边

鲍里斯可能会死

为什么？

因为喝多了

星期五饮料

我在一家非常成功的公司工作，他们使用

每个月左右在星期五喝酒

显然不是在 Covid 时代

但是当政府告诉我们这个

然后那样做

当他们以一种方式行事时，公众显然很生气

在伟大的计划中，我敢打赌很多人都这样做

但他们不是政府

他们不负责任

虽然

这就是讽刺

英格兰，英国，在Covid时代做得很好

在 10 天内，时间限制可能会消失

留个面具可能会留

但老实说，在东方，他们总是戴着面具

在 Covid 之前的很多年里

但鲍里斯可能会被赶下台

或者一直持续到五月，这样他就可以为地方选举负责

但后来他就完蛋了，所以他们说

具有讽刺意味的是，英国在 Covid 时代比欧盟生存得好得多

但领导者仍然得到推动

对于饮料车可以这么说

胜利了，但他仍然是一个失败者

我只希望他的第三任妻子和两个小孩

他决定，我尽力了

现在是时候玩得开心了

丘吉尔有他的加里波利，然后他可能赢得了二战

但二战一结束他就被甩了

1953年获诺贝尔文学奖

这样鲍里斯就可以回到他的书上了

也许他应该读

迈克尔凯西的屠夫面包师和承办人

我也有点凤凰

虽然我永远很穷

尽管 100 个国家都读过我的东西

还是金钱是你有价值的唯一证明

如果你这么认为，那么即使你和特朗普一样富有或更富有

那真的是你一文不值

你应该像失去盐分的盐一样被扔掉

品尝

我大部分写作的老房子，有龙猫名牌

2002年1月26日，20年前的今天

是我爸爸去世的时候

我像被铁棍打的小狗一样尖叫

一个小时

妈妈5.5年前死在婚床上

尽管我哥哥在做心肺复苏术

8周后，他恰好在家

他听到爸爸在隔壁房间从床上掉下来

同一个房间

我哥哥用心肺复苏救了爸爸

爸爸又活了 5.5 年

尽管只有一周的生命

我们为他的葬礼挑选赞美诗

你在某个地方在线阅读更多

Padre Pio 和我也许

三年来我每天都去看爸爸

他又活了几年

我结婚了，我们有了孩子

现在在大学做生物化学

2年后另一个女孩出现了

爸爸下葬后

那我能说什么呢

爱、力量、希望

从未说过，但那里就像凯里郡的山脉

我的铁匠爸爸在伯明翰之前来自哪里

他们总是和我在一起

Ave Maria 碰巧加入了我的音乐选择

爸爸每天忙于工作长达 16 个小时

区钢铁公司 Brasshouse Lane Smethwick

他会在星期天做晚弥撒

我可以说海洋更多

他实际上已经为英格兰买了他的 Thomas Cook 票

当他在芝加哥的姐姐玛丽给他寄钱去美国时

所以故事是这样的

这就是为什么我在这里而不是在美国

但他就像住在美国波士顿的妈妈的兄弟一样

我和爸爸更像是兄弟而不是父子

因为我花了大部分时间和他说话，因为我是最小的儿子

6 个中有 5 个是我在家庭中的位置

当我写 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker

妈妈和她的 3 个姐妹显然是 Murphy 夫人，我脑子里也有 Julie Walters

如果它被拍成电影

我太爱我爸爸了，不能把他写进书里

但是当我读完这本书时，我意识到屠夫大席德

他内心的爱真的是我父亲，尽管罗伊·金尼尔 (Roy Kinnear)

任何拍摄版本的想法

但后来我才知道Big Sid是我爸爸

单纯的爱，虽然爸爸很聪明，不像

书中人物

凯西，总有一天你会绞死父亲在 1920 年代的老师

具有讽刺意味的是 6 个使用中的 4 个是老师

所以我爸爸在我心里，而且永远都是

因为他让我

If I were(c) 迈克尔·凯西

我一直在沙发上不寒而栗，因为电视被别人抢走了

所以我醒了，我想我睡着了，反正冲进了洗手间

但这是在我的脑海里，尽管耳鸣尖叫

如果我是 (c)

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如果我是黑人你会恨我吗

如果我是白人你也会恨我吗

如果我是异性恋你会恨我吗

如果我是 Gay 你会吗？也恨我

如果我是基督徒你会恨我吗

如果我是犹太人。你也会恨我吗

如果我是穆斯林你会恨我吗

如果我没有信仰你会不会也恨我

如果我是对的你会恨我吗

如果我离开了你会不会也恨我

如果我是政治人物你会恨我吗

如果我完全不政治，你会不会也恨我

如果我是一个正经人你会恨我吗

如果我是裸体主义者。你也会恨我吗

如果我被殴打并在阴沟里流血，你会成为一个好撒玛利亚人吗

如果我是耶稣，你会再把我钉在十字架上吗

但

爱永远胜于恨

尽管耳鸣不断在我脑海中尖叫

我求玛丽求她的儿子耶稣，再次为地球带来和平

阿门

玛丽和小耶稣，他们没有界限，他们爱每一个人

绊倒自己 ©

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好吧，现在是 2022 年 1 月 31 日，耳鸣要了我的命，睡眠不足等，更不用说持续不断的喧闹声了，孩子们并没有那么糟糕。无论如何，够了，你可能会很高兴，因为我不能写那么多，只能用 Bullet Point 代替。但众所周知，在我的 WordPress 和 Blogger 上可以找到 2,000,000 字、20 本书、2000 个故事、3600 篇文章，只需谷歌 Michael Casey 这位来自伯明翰、头发银发的胖作家。

那段是给任何掉队到我的网站的，垃圾邮件发送者也要当心，我不想要你。那么，今天我要拿什么来烦你呢？好吧，我已经装了一大堆俄语翻译来阻止军队，离我远点。我只想要一点和平。我仍然经常播放 20 年前的 Peace 专辑，Eurythmics。我不喜欢他们做的现代版本。我的专辑收藏现在在我的设备上，所以我可以随处播放，但 20 年前我停止了定期购买音乐，婚姻和贫困结束了这一切。还有什么，因为是中国新年，老虎，我已经加载了中文简体翻译。所以，当你吃外卖时，告诉他们去哪里看我的东西，尽管他们可能认为你是饼干。我现在需要吃饭，所以你有一些鸡蛋炒饭，而我有一些三文鱼和米饭，健康饮食，虽然我有 127 公斤，但我确实需要减掉很多。

那么你喜欢你的食物吗？我的很好，虽然我现在需要打止痛药，所以在我这样做的时候等在那里，然后我会继续。现在是 2 月 3日，我正在继续。所以每天我都会看报纸，一共 3 份，然后我看看谁在读我，然后我查看我的电子邮件，看看有哪些垃圾邮件发给我了。超市的胜利目前是最高的，虽然有些我从来没有去过，其中一个家庭刚刚从超市的三明治中食物中毒。而且我从不推他们中的任何一个。始终悬停，始终检查发件人 IP，然后删除未读。任何比赛都会破解你的卡。

因此，当我在我的网站上时，我可以看到阅读的国家和文章，有时我可以将它们匹配起来，有时我可以猜测。那么，为什么伊朗、约旦、阿联酋要读我的书，不要忘记巴基斯坦，就在今天。我不知道，也许他们正在练习英语，这样他们就能说一口时髦的伯明翰口音。您无法理解的完整伯明翰或布鲁米口音。我说话的方式是因为我有一个带克里口音的爱尔兰妈妈，而爸爸在钢铁厂与许多威尔士人一起工作了几十年后，我听不到任何口音。除此之外，我花了 20 年，是的 20 年收听 BBC Radio 4，然后才出现地方口音。这就是为什么我的 Esol 英语学生喜欢我清晰的口音。

当我查看我的 4 个站点、2 个主要站点和 2 个备用站点的阅读数据时，我看到了你们都在阅读的内容。有些我会通过标题记住，有些我不能，所以我会点击并自己阅读。可以说是一本文字相册。当我和你说话时，疼痛再次减轻。所以，我会四处走动然后回到你身边，JMJarre 正在演奏他的 Revolutions。好吧，我吃了鸡汤和种子面包，是的，种子总是像那些著名的咖啡豆一样从另一端出来。我也和我的全科医生谈过，关于血液结果，现在 GFR 27，也有更多的止痛药。我的身体需要一种不同的凝胶，因为另一种凝胶不够强壮。

披头士演唱的She’s Leaving Home，非常动人。我写了 Lech、Boris 和 Gregorgi Check it Out 当我的大女儿去上大学时，值得一读。他们是有冒险经历的波兰/乌克兰/俄罗斯表亲。我已经写了十个左右的故事。真正的东欧价值观，爱情，食物，家庭当这些废话结束时，也许有人会用它们制作卡通或电影。在网上寻找故事。

所以，我看着你们一直在读的东西，然后是回忆，有时眼泪会掉下来。通常我会写作，快速校对，然后发布并添加到我正在创建的当前书籍中。然后再读一遍。所以，它可以是 3 次阅读，我已经完成了，直到我发现你们这些人，你们这些人，可以指任何地方的任何人，所以不要去唤醒我。如果你去醒来，我会用湿生菜打你光着的腿的后面。谷歌拉里格雷森了解更多详情。

至于灵感，你看过老房子，我只是看看窗外就走了。这里的窗口更大，灵感却更少。毕竟现在有 2,000,000 个单词。我可以滔滔不绝地说出故事，但我确实需要那个快速打字员，因为耳鸣就像潮流来得很快，所以没有足够的时间来写可以这么说。我不是 Canute，但你们中的一些人可能不这么想。所以，不要弄湿你的脚，否则那些假皮鞋会被弄湿。通常我只需要一个小时来写一篇新文章。然后是 30 分钟的发帖和备份，这很无聊。但安全就是一切。

回到 Stumbling，Mark Harris 说我是一个很好的绊脚石，我只是告诉他他是一个 Canute，Barry 无疑会记得。但是文字伴随着故事而来，我只是稍微推动它们，我是一个故事推动者，虽然马克如果看到这个可能会称呼我为别的东西。比喻总是更有趣，而且你可以通过不亵渎来接触到更广泛的受众。 PG到12是我所有写作的受众级别，虽然不如PG Tips tea有用，但我希望我不会把你们中的任何一个当成猴子。你们都同样讨厌我的作品。我提到的人，或者我自己都是傻瓜，应该被嘲笑，被冷落在门外，而你却拿着一杯 PG Tips。然后当茶壶凉了你让我吃渣，只剩下姜饼没有人喜欢，除了姜黄色头发的女孩，她恰好是一个快速打字员。所以，当我们喝冷茶，吃不新鲜的生姜坚果时，她按照我的指示点燃了书页。那个随机的 Kpop 女孩来自哪里

也许这将是下一个故事。

任何新闻©

经过

迈克尔凯西

好吧，我刚刚疼痛发作，就像橄榄球队的背包落在你身上一样，我的左肩一如既往。止痛药不够好，让我们看看当我回到疼痛诊所时我的医生能找到什么。我错过了最初的约会，因为我的耳鸣是核性的，我现在和你说话时声音很大，但我已经有一段时间没有写故事故事了所以让我们看看我能收集到什么，我什至可能会停下来改天继续.

所以，乌克兰上了新闻，普京笑得像个调皮的小学生，他现在又回到了像咖啡馆一样的边桌，餐桌大战结束了。就像我之前说过的，他非常欢迎来伯明翰拜访我们，有人告诉我，我穿着皮夹克看起来像俄罗斯人。正如丘吉尔也说过的那样，Jaw Jaw 比 War War 更好。我预测普京将在圣诞节前离开，但没有人告诉我任何事情。也许他会成为 Abba 致敬乐队的钢琴手，乐队由特朗普和教皇组成，主唱是特蕾莎·梅 (Theresa May)。我之前确实写过，我正在组建一个我想我称之为的乐队。唐纳德穿着苏格兰短裙，下面什么都没有，当他炫耀他的东西时，我们看到了他的资产或者是蘑菇，我不能说，因为我已经签署了保密协议。

所以，Any News 是我和家人谈话时被问到的，你听说谁死了，我从来没有想过她已经死了。不，不是她，而是另一个头发不好的人。哦，她，是的，她是妓女，爱尔兰人就是这样念妓女的。看到她门外的15辆摩托了吗，屋子里弥漫着浓浓的药味，路过也要洗衣服。她的阴户失去了它的喵喵声，最终是 RSPCA 关闭了她，虐待动物，一只发呆的猫。所以，一位 RSPCA 检查员最终赶走了骑自行车的人，他们说他患有狂犬病，或者他的名字叫拉希德。他付钱给坏猫治疗。猫的被动吸烟可以杀死它们，并导致人们的精神疾病。想象一下，这只可怜的猫认为它失去了一两条生命，因为它的眼睛比垃圾箱盖还大。如果你抽烟，就把你的猫放在外面吧，你这些愚蠢的动物，你对猫的行为是不人道的。

那还有什么，这个先生还是那个先生，他在医院里，发生在他身上的事。他们说他在圣裘德外面的路上摔倒了，你是说他在做弥撒，然后在路上摔倒了。不，他在 Saint Jude 的社交俱乐部外面，有人向他挥手道晚安，他失去了立足点，因为他向他们挥手，他说了三次晚安约翰。你还记得他吗，多年前，当我们还是孩子的时候，当他向我们的老父亲挥手告别时，他总是说 3 遍。但他现在一定是 90 多岁了。 92 我的朋友吉恩是护士告诉我的。我去过他那里，给他带来了葡萄。 3代人都在排队看他，Drs甚至从小就认识他。顾问们都在检查他，好像他是皇室成员一样，安保人员也在那里，每个人都认识他。牧师甚至来病房里为他做弥撒。但他和我们一样是个无名小卒，这是真的，但他们说他总是为每个人祈祷，圣裘德是他的私人朋友，所以他受到了皇室般的待遇。

您知道 Coop 即将关闭吗，但他们在那里非常友善，真的非常友善，保安保罗也是一位绅士。所以，你去过打折交易吗？当然，不能抗拒讨价还价，但可惜他们正在关闭。我希望它一直开着。但是 Lidl 和 Tesco 以及 Asda 和 Sainsbury 离得这么近，而且更大，而且还有停车场。所以，Coop 将关闭，所以你会赶快去买一两件便宜货。我记得其中一位工作人员在冬天给乞丐一杯茶，我给了他巧克力。现在她的好意会被遗忘，因为你抓住了最后的便宜货，Coop 永远关门了。

你在电视上看过那部电影吗，洛基恐怖片已经 47 岁了，从 1975 年开始。克里斯托弗比金斯在里面。但是你知道吗，舞台剧还在上演，也许在 1990 年代，我的戏剧 Shoplife 最终没有制作出来，因为他们制作了 Rocky Horror。或者这只是我糟糕的谷歌搜索，我永远不会知道。但这是一个很好的推测，无论推测是什么意思，听起来都很下流。哦，说到下流话我的小女儿在对面的房子里看到一个赤身裸体的男人，他没有关着落地灯，窗帘也拉着。她尖叫着从卧室里下来。我相信这个男人快九十岁了，性教育太多了。

然后我们继续，互相交谈，或者互相聊天。 Lockdown 带来的最好的事情是能够面对面地见面，而不仅仅是通过电话，因为那样会很糟糕。尽管我的一些家人坚持认为我在电话上比在相机上更好。我现在就去生闷气，但至少我写了一些新东西。一个新的故事故事。所以，全世界所有读过我的垃圾的人，要乖，就像 ET 所说的那样，我记得艾伦沃森说他多年前看到电影 ET 时哭了。我已经 30 年没见过他或他的马了，他现在可能在 IT 领域大放异彩。所以这是步履蹒跚的 Michael Casey，这位来自伯明翰的银发胖作家说，每个人都好，Vladimir 在 Abba Tribute 乐队中为你的未来练习。欢欣鼓舞埃曼纽尔。

Fakers 如何给你写信 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

怀着应有的敬意

当他用棍子打他的爱人时

从办公桌

他是清洁工偷电脑给你发垃圾邮件

来自 XYZ 博士

他在候诊室等待性病检测

在这第二封电子邮件上给我发电子邮件

他妈妈抓到他会打他屁股

博基诺法佐

来自那里的每封电子邮件都是 PANTS

我死于癌症，看一张我躺在床上的照片

他们躺在游泳池里向你发送垃圾邮件

我是女性，喜欢游泳

NO，他们是胸前长毛的男人

分享 344,999,000 美元，只需将您的银行详细信息发送给我

骗局，骗局，再骗局

你是特别的赢家

转发给你的邮件上的100封邮件

给你，插入电子邮件，

他们正在从黑板上复制，可能在 Bokino Fazo

继续下去

我在目录上找到了你的电子邮件地址

你完全是 EX-Directory

我可以让你付费进入 Google 的 Top of Google

你已经在 100 个国家

等等等等

如果您将鼠标悬停，则会出现真正的电子邮件

如果没有

只是删除未读

转发电子邮件

只需删除它

如果他们不说

我在放屁你的网站上读了你的文章

那是 Gas，你怎么这么有趣

如果他们不写 3 句话来说明他们是如何找到你的

然后删除它们

删除

如果外面真的有一个人

他们会用英文写作

否则就是批量生产 SPAMMING

他们会费心去读简历

然后他们会懒得说些什么

一行，是骗局

两行还是骗局

三及以上，表示他们至少完成了作业

谁也不信任

他们为什么要给你写信

另外，如果你像我一样在英国

为什么美国广告针对您

垃圾邮件，垃圾邮件，垃圾邮件，垃圾邮件

或者我应该说小偷和骗子

所以大家要小心

如果你是我的读者之一并且真的想谈谈

谁/什么/哪里/何时/为什么只是初学者

如果你不被打扰那么

你只是个骗子，骗子，骗子

我每天收到 100 个，我删除未读的

我也天天痛，脑袋有耳鸣

所以我不会忍受傻瓜

真正的人，我会把我所有的时间

但你在那里恕我直言 ZXT 博士在医院死于癌症

床，附照片，想捐几百万给我

建造一个儿童之家，因为你已经没有活着的亲戚了

你只是个Faker

谁很快就会在地狱中燃烧

我们都去上学了，而你显然没有

普京的影子 ©

经过

迈克尔凯西

嗯，现在是 2022 年 3 月 28 日，我正在考虑今天要写什么，普京的邪恶占主导地位。就像一个被宠坏的孩子一样，他扮演受害者，而实际上他一直是欺负者，尽管由于他拥有媒体垄断权，他自己的人民可能看不到谎言。正如他们在莫斯科所说，看看冰箱而不是电视是答案。俄罗斯确实打败了邪恶的希特勒，但随后 80 年来，他们一直在阻止自己的人民。亿万富翁窃取了俄罗斯的所有财富，用视频记录了选票腐败选举。所以，普京可以装傻，送香水到索尔兹伯里，你知道塔尖有多高吗？这一切让每个人都感到恶心。现在乌克兰被毁了，40,000,000 俄罗斯人的灵魂输给了希特勒，是的，西方从来没有欣赏过它，但现在普京正试图杀死 40,000,000 乌克兰人，诗意的邪恶讽刺。乌克兰可能完全被破坏了，但一个国家就是它的人民，就像一个教堂是一个人民而不是他们所在的建筑物一样。理智是否会占上风，普京是否会被执行，也许可以向法蒂玛寻求答案。

我认为未来应该是俄罗斯解除武装，重建乌克兰需要数十亿美元，俄罗斯将不得不为此付出代价，也许是 100 年的免费天然气。那么，俄罗斯还剩下什么。人才流失已经开始，已经有 100,000 人离开了。列宁是否仍然像圣像一样展示，当信仰被禁止几十年，直到政治权宜之计允许它回来。我会埋葬列宁并真正恢复信仰，而不是口头上欺骗真正忠实的人。如果我们发动战争，我们就不是基督徒，正如教皇弗朗西斯所说，俄罗斯教皇也应该被允许这样说。信仰从来不是任何国家的工具。如果是，那么它就不是真正的信仰，而是腐败。回顾历史。

公开让所有人看到的是真正的民主，任期限制，而不仅仅是洗牌。给政治家高薪，但他们应该在鱼缸里，没有什么不在账簿上的。是的，腐败在一些国家很普遍，但一旦普京的战争结束，俄罗斯就需要重新开始。它必须这样做，因为这次西方不会让他们逃脱。俄罗斯想要什么作为它的未来，迪斯尼乐园主题公园产品。我建议摆脱所有的核武器，它们有什么用，只会让俄罗斯变穷，反正你从来不需要它们。军国主义只是愚蠢，俄罗斯太大了，不能被入侵。

或者普京认为他可以用核武器摧毁他的未来。如果使用核武器，任何人、人类本身都没有未来。如果发电站被摧毁，整个地球也会中毒。权力腐败，绝对权力绝对腐败。风吹核辐射，普京是不是想躲在他的地堡里20年，过着半衰期，随着辐射的半衰期下降。

乌克兰发生的一切让整个世界哭泣，因为世界站在一边，40,000,000 乌克兰人开始死亡。 5月9 日是我读到的普京宣布胜利的日子。因为那是希特勒在杀死 40,000,000 俄罗斯人后被击败的周年纪念日。然后 5 月 13 日是1917 年法蒂玛的周年纪念日，当时俄罗斯邪恶被预言。因此，普京给历史蒙上了阴影。也许只有法蒂玛的光与祈祷才能结束历史的黑暗时期。祈祷，希望，不要担心。

没有爱（三）

迈克尔·凯西

没有爱

没有希望

没有家人

没有信仰

我们什么都不是

这些是束缚我们的东西

魔鬼可以轰炸我们，可以烧毁我们，可以摧毁我们的家园

但是魔鬼没有，没有爱，没有家庭，没有信仰

所以这个魔鬼什么都不是

这个恶魔就算杀了我们也什么都不是

因为什么都不是，不管他偷了多少金子

这个魔鬼甚至会鼓吹死在核闪光中是件好事

像他一样什么都不是

一个魔鬼和他看不见的，对世界无知的追随者充耳不闻

但在新时代的黎明，他们会说

为什么我们什么都没做

为什么我们听从魔鬼本人

为什么我们相信他的谎言

为什么我们不采取任何措施阻止或移除他

为什么我们走在马路的另一边

为什么我们相信所有的谎言

为什么我们不去除眼睛上的鳞片

为了30块银子，为了一些闪闪发光的东西

现在我们已经失去了一切

为什么我们离弃了上帝

为什么我们崇拜腐败的人、骗子和小偷

为什么我们跟随普京进入核闪光

摧毁一切，现在连鸟儿都不会唱歌

但我们总是可以祈祷和希望，尽量不要担心

1945已经过去，2022已经到来

我们必须展望未来而不是过去

未来是所有人的玫瑰园

不杀我们的兄弟

2022年是转折点

远离魔鬼

看看光

信仰、希望和爱

永远不要和你的兄弟打架

迈克尔·凯西 (Michael Casey) 在监狱中 (c)

在监狱里（三）

迈克尔·凯西

在监狱里

是你不空闲的时候

但是笼子可以用很多东西做成

酒吧不做笼子

当你闭上眼睛时，你可以在任何地方

任何你想像可以带你去的地方

你可以梦想床上有一个完美的男人在你身边

或完美的女人

他们甚至可能是你结婚的人

或者和你住在一起的人

或者甚至可能是 Bella Emberg

你可以谷歌她，你会微笑

但最重要的是

是眼睛，和之间的空间

她的耳朵，她的大脑，她的爱，她的笑声

我总是被指责为外表而结婚

但我从来没有做过，没有人相信我

但事实就是事实，即使没有人相信

特朗普也应该意识到这一点

这让我们回到特朗普

他应该在监狱里

但是共和党已经失去了道德

所以特朗普甚至可以再次成为总统

乔必须停止如此清醒

并在雕像书上得到东西

否则瘟疫会卷土重来

但回到监狱

只要你有想象力

那么你永远自由

看着我，是的，为了我的容貌嫁给我

以及你在想象中看到的我

纳尔逊·曼德拉 (Nelson Mandela) 在狱中读书以保持精神

然后他是如此宽容

不像那里和世界各地的腐败分子

只要给政客好钱，让他们活下去

在玻璃笼子里，然后也许没有腐败

尽管玻璃朝南的一面还是值得的

我们的身体也可以成为我们的牢笼，无论我们年龄多大

人们只是因为我的外表和坚挺的臀部而想要我

女士们非常嫉妒我，或者我只是在想象

John Lennon 是我们的房客，你知道，他在 GKN 工作

在路上，想象一下，你有甲壳虫乐队

Moylan 夫人说，她的儿子现在是贵族了

你好丹尼，如果你正在读这篇文章，我什至追过他

在路上向他扔雪球，他妈妈在想

在他去南非之前买一个行李箱，外交官和所有

那

我们街上也有 3 所牛津大学和一所剑桥大学

作为邻居的 2 个博士，然后是我

所以我不会听任何关于出身贫寒的废话

我们也都去了圣帕特里克达德利路的弥撒

停下来喝杯咖啡，现在我回到你身边

一杯热咖啡确实有所作为，但更重要的是

热恋，不，不是卧室那种，虽然那总是好的

但是有爱你和鼓励你的父母、朋友、家人

即使他们所做的只是在您需要时提供热饮

唯一的监狱是你允许在你周围建造的监狱

认为自己是宇宙之主的人实际上在监狱里

因为他没有想象力，所以他有局限性

但是你，可能被普京关在牢房里

你是自由的，完全自由的，你可以完成任何事情

其他一切都会过去，枯萎和死亡

所以永远保持快乐

你的时间会到来

迈克尔凯西

来自英国伯明翰的胖胖的银发作家

2022 年 5 月 7 日星期六

2022 年 5 月 9 日莫斯科酒吧里的两个头巾纪念 1945

2022 年 5 月 9 日，莫斯科一家酒吧里的两名俄罗斯人头巾纪念 1945 年

我们打败了纳粹，他们总共杀死了 40,000,000 个灵魂

所以今天的历史学家说，纳粹记录了一切

但我们是赢家

现在看看我们

我们是罪人，但低声说出来，否则我们将入狱

看冰箱而不是电视

从那时起德国做了什么

欧洲最大经济体，世界第五

但是看看我们，腐败太多了

所有的钱都去哪儿了

甚至从太空计划中被盗

所以我们的一枚火箭不见了

至于军用廉价轮胎，在泥泞中不起作用

我们所有的装备都是垃圾，我的孙子是个机械师

日本呢，所有的技术

还有一个伟大的大经济体

那我们呢

更多的腐败

普京的船被困在意大利价值5亿美元

俄罗斯可以为此建造多少家医院

韩国经历了所有的战争，看看他们

太有钱了，还有好看的电视剧

看看我们，我穿着 10 年的衣服

我们的电视是无望的

在意大利和法国有家的专家太多

好钱告诉普京的谎言，我应该尝试自己成为一名专家

看看印度，每个地方的每个人都比我们过得更好

如果我们有这么多煤气，为什么我的公寓这么冷

为什么普京不隔离一切

为什么没有新的学校和医院

我听说我们有比乌克兰更好的

因为普京炸毁了他们所有的

如果他待在家里并公平地分享我们所有的汽油钱

而不是瑞士所有的宫殿、船只和女朋友

以及无处不在的亿万富翁

也许有些共产主义者比其他人更平等

但他很擅长杀死乌克兰兄弟

10/10，你认为他会把它写在他的简历上吗

即使有那个金发胖小丑的英国，也比我们做得更好

他是怎么当选的，一定是民主，不管那是什么

习近平治下的中国，每个人都在赚大钱

所以无论你看向世界各地

为什么每个人都比我们好得多

我们擅长游行，就像朝鲜一样

我想我们是

但归根结底，战争有什么好处

没有什么

我不会再见到你了

你为什么移民美国

不，我让你去 FSB 买一袋购物

– 2022 年 5 月 7 日

我们不仅仅是数字 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

我们不仅仅是数字

昨天 20，今天 14 在 Wordpress 上，阅读我的国家

在这个 Blogger 上，今天 15

国家是

所以我希望你们也都在祈祷

为了普京的疯狂战争结束

核结局，会毒害世界

太可怕了，想都不敢想

如果俄罗斯人能看到并闻到恐怖

以他们的名义承诺

他们明天会冲上舞台

并删除普京

纳粹使用相反的神圣符号作为他们的符号

现在普京用Z作为符号

Z代表死亡永远现在

复活节刚刚过去

我们应该庆祝希望

如果你读过我写作的简单性

思考

我写的有希望，看结局

屠夫面包师和承办者

这是希望，直到最后一句话

已下载多种语言版本

其中 30 多个，仅在昨晚

有人可以免费阅读，也许

或者

我在分享希望吗

你是法官，所以去读一本书吧

当你在监狱里时，拒绝加入普京的邪恶军队

他会射杀所有他自己的人吗

或者可能毒死他们，就像那个无名的人

在狱中，谁揭露了普京的腐败

总有希望

现在是最黑暗的时刻

黎明前在我们最脆弱的地方

我有很多，尤其是我的耳鸣

让我保持清醒

做对生活有用的事

我曾绝望地站在冰箱前

看着我已故母亲的照片

多年前，今年她死了 26

但我实现了我的三个愿望

一个妻子，一个家庭，

做一些对我的生活有用的事情

那么，黎明破晓时出现的第三件事是什么

我要建医院

我没有钱，没有技能，我是一个受虐的人

顺便说一句，我侄子正在接受医生培训

我妈妈做的最后一件事就是把他抱在怀里

然后她在去天堂泡茶的路上

所以我只能对全世界的所有人说

奇迹确实会发生

我妈妈去世仅 8 周后，我爸爸心脏病发作

给了我一周的生命，这一切都在 Padre Pio 和我身上

顺便说一句，我在四心心脏搭桥术之前住院的时候

我在我爸爸去过的地方

也许跟随伟大的脚步

他是凯里人，是铁匠，40年汗流浃背

区钢铁公司 Brasshouse Lane Smethwick

没有人听说过他，除了你们所有人

在 100 个国家

我只是一个人，虽然我有两个体重，女人就是

但我们每个人，都可以在历史上留下印记

所以鼓励和平，和平，更多的和平

并为之祈祷

无论你以何种方式祈祷

战争导致毁灭

和平为所有人带来繁荣

通过重建

基础永远是家人、朋友、信仰

也许还有足球、板球、曲棍球

然后世界可以回到五月舞会

毕竟五月是圣母月

你如何写故事 (C) 迈克尔·凯西 (Michael Casey)

发布者michaelgcasey 10/05/2022发布于未分类编辑你如何写故事 (C) 作者：Michael Casey

你如何写故事(c)

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，首先我不能教你，因为我不认为它可以被教，所以我要做的就是告诉你我做了什么。我希望这足够？如果不是，那就很难。首先，耳鸣是一种诅咒，当我试图与你交谈时，它在我的脑海中尖叫。 2022 年 5 月 10 日晚上 9 点 30 分，喜欢约会的朋友们。如果你带我约会，对我好一点，确保我安全回家，或者如果你要引诱我，请预订一家不错的酒店。

现在首先你发现了押韵吗？例如，我接下来会做什么，然后告诉你。然后足够押韵艰难。这是非常简单的事情，我解释得足够多了。歌曲中的月亮和六月，糟糕的歌曲更糟糕，你只希望没有第二节。查看最差的诗句。我可能是错的，但我是通过一首歌来解释的，为了我们的中国表弟 Wong。上海家庭之类的，我真的把猫放了出来。龙猫是她的名字，她爬上篱笆上的高地，查看土地，所以她猫攻击，因为她是一只野猫。

我希望你已经受够了这一切，等一下我小便，我喝了太多茶，实际上是百事可乐而且我确实患有慢性肾病。如果你遇到这样写的人，请原谅自己，小便一下，不要回来，即使是为了你的 flasher mac。

现在我一直在收听 BBC Radio 4，就像 20 年来的内部 BBC 世界服务一样。然后我开始写作，所以我爱上了文字 50 多年。我当然会按码阅读，小学书桌上书柜里的所有东西，主要是历史。然后加载更多。如果你想给你的孩子一个优势，请将拨号盘粘到 BBC 广播上，而不是音乐上，只是质量语音广播。他们直到中学才拥有电话，并在需要时关闭 Wifi。给他们铅笔和蜡笔，让他们也学画画。所有这一切都将有助于他们的大脑扩展，而无需使用有害化学物质。我提到这个是因为我在街上看到一个孩子路过我家时正在吸笑气。愚蠢的。我要提一下 20 年前在酒店的另一件事，其中一名工作人员晚上外出时给了 E，第二天我不得不为他们叫救护车，因为那天我是值班的急救人员。物质是杀手，它们会毁掉你的想象力。

那么，我如何写一个故事，很简单，我边写边编。如果你读了很多书，听了 20 年的广播剧之类的东西，你的脑子里应该有一些东西，不要忘记电视上有很多电影，也许每周 5 部，现在可能更多，尽管韩国和其他外国电影，或指环王再次出现在电视上。作者是伯明翰人，我敢打赌你们中有些人不知道。对于 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 可能有一点点计划，但除此之外，我一直顺其自然，直到我在 1988 年的闰年那天完成。然后我写了一些剧本和东西，然后决定在开放大学学习历史和莎士比亚, 第三级相当于大学三年级。我也全职工作，包括在我的计算机室值夜班。经过2年的不断工作和学习，像F1和F2像医院医生一样，我的侄子在医学院，这就是我在这个比较中的原因。每周 80 小时，连续 2 年，我决定休息。因此，不再有长篇小说，而是短篇小说。

然而，我现在确实有足够的想法来制作 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 的续集，Tears for a Butcher，如果我有精力的话，这至少需要我一年的时间。所以这就是为什么我重复自己的话，说我需要一个韩国快速打字员，这样我就可以向她口述，作为奖励，我们将有四个孩子并组建一个 Kpop 乐队。或者这只是一个遗愿清单的愿望，还是你们一想到它就感到恶心。我会拥有你。知道 20 年前，酒店的一个女孩说另一个女孩想和我一起生育，因为我的女儿过去和现在都非常漂亮。或者是你们都在桶里生病的声音。

所以你开始一个句子，然后引出另一个句子，然后你继续，如果你能看到窗外的东西，它可能会下意识地包含在内，比如一个胖胖的银发男人，在阴影中走过，或者是我自己的倒影。当你写作时，你会反思事物，你会像游乐园里的镜子一样扭曲事物。我只记得我第一次在上海生孩子之前，那里有一面镜子，我们照了照，但没有什么能让我变瘦，也许那是在动物园里，那里有真正的大熊猫。看到很久以前的记忆刚刚冒出来并点击页面，就这么简单。我似乎记得一切，如果我能为与工作相关的事情做到这一点，那么我会走上更好的职业道路。相反，韩国 Kdramas 是我生命中最美好的部分，介于慢性疼痛和慢性肾病之间，但至少我的胸口确实有一个巨大的海盗伤疤让你厌烦。今晚就是这样，10 点 25 分，你的钱花得值吗，试试写吧，它让我开心了 35 年。尽管我会说在 20 年或 Radio + 之后，我花了整整一年的时间自学。

仅此而已，别忘了为乌克兰的和平祈祷玫瑰经，普京疯了，俄罗斯人能否找到他们的勇气并像拿破仑一样给他肘部或厄尔巴岛。

2022 年 5 月 20 日，星期五

当你躺在垂死的普京先生时，你会想什么？

发布者michaelgcasey 20/05/2022发布于未分类编辑当你躺在垂死的普京先生时，你会想什么？

对不起，我没有建造更多的医院

很抱歉我们没有平等地分享财富

很抱歉我们没有经常请朋友过来喝茶

对不起，所有的人都没有得到平等对待

我很抱歉作弊和使用化学品

我很抱歉在怪兽上浪费了天赋

当我应该是修道院的时候

我为腐败和建造宫殿感到抱歉

我很抱歉偷了一切

我很抱歉自吹自擂

我很抱歉在马路的另一边过马路

连腐化圣人都对不起

瓜分30金币

本来可以大不相同

如果大马士革对我来说就像圣保罗

但相反，它更疯狂

Destroy Destroy Destroy 我说的唯一的祈祷

而不是在十字架上看到耶稣

而不是在街上的乞丐身上看到耶稣

而不是为病人和体弱者洗脚

我对我的生活做了什么

我毁了毁了毁了毁了

基督呼召我们所有人成为建设者

帮助、鼓励和分享

这就是一个家庭

为什么哦为什么普京先生

你从大马士革走错路了吗

你没看到站在那里的圣保罗吗

现在当你像十字架上的贼一样被吊死

当你最后一口气时你会后悔吗

或者你会不悔改地死去

当你在地狱中燃烧时，只有希特勒作伴

– 2022 年 5 月 20 日

Каждые 12 лет

每 12 年 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

我记得和普罗克特先生一起读二年级拉丁语，我们读了一些东西，他说想一想，然后我变得很糟糕，然后我们都意识到了。为什么战争停止然后在 12 年后重新开始。

希腊人或罗马人的部落必须等待孩子们长大，然后才会有新鲜的作物去战斗和死亡。

得不偿失的胜利也被掩盖了，去谷歌，这意味着你赢了，但付出了如此巨大的代价，你真的输了。

邦克山战役经常被引用为英国人得不偿失的胜利的典型例子。英国人赢得了与美国革命者的早期小规模冲突，这主要是因为叛乱分子最终耗尽了弹药并被迫撤退。

得不偿失的胜利定义 – Investopedia

今天我们看到了普京对乌克兰的疯狂攻击。俄罗斯什么都喊，威胁更大。没有胜利。即使普京认为他赢了，俄罗斯也会输

将会有一个新的世界秩序。西方的金钱成本可能是 HUGH，但乌克兰的血液在整个地图上都是红色的。所以不要抱怨物价上涨，你宁愿看到你妈妈死在街上，她的脑浆溅得到处都是。或者你的姐妹们受尽折磨等等。

面包的价格会上涨，数百万穷人可能会死，因为谷物无法离开乌克兰来养活他们

每次我们听到普京的谎言时，上帝都会根据你的行为来判断，每个人都会权衡。所以在星期天或任何其他圣日告诉我，以上帝的名义，关于所有战争的正确之处，如此特别，你称之为行动。

为了腐败而杀戮，将你的傀儡放在王位上，这只是虐待，而普京是在虐待自己最多。因此，他在封锁期间一直呆在家里，在癌症治疗期间查看所有地图，并梦想再次成为沙皇。他难道从来没有从太空中看到我们都是一家人吗？人类。

地图改变，人们移动。看看我自己的家庭，从凯里郡到伯明翰，现在我有一半的上海女儿。人们混合在一起，地图发生变化。但是自 1917 年以来，尤其是 1945 年以来的俄罗斯呢？普京和他的同类为普通民众做了什么。他建立了一个值得骄傲的国家。医院和学校，以及住房，以改善俄罗斯人民的生活。或者所有这些都被浪费了，为俄罗斯人和他们的军队访问的每个地方建造一座监狱。腐败如此之大，以至于连轮胎都无法应对泥泞。太空火箭没有造出来，因为钱进了别人的口袋。俄罗斯人，我可以问你们一个问题，你们还是农奴，还是一个骄傲的民族？

因为普京赤裸裸的野心，普京正在杀了你，就像你的 50,000 个男孩死了一样。乌克兰被摧毁只是为了取悦普京的盲目野心，而这一切到底是为了什么？地图上的几条线，叫做愚蠢和幼稚的普京野心？

俄罗斯可以再次变好，但首先你必须付出代价，而这个代价就是把普京赶走，或者你们所有人都像市场上的牛一样买卖？账单，普京的账单也必须支付，可能是 1,000,000,000,000 美元，终身免费加油。并为你的罪赎罪，因为你试图消灭一个国家但失败了。乌克兰是你的堂兄，你的兄弟，所以普京为什么要杀死他的兄弟，就因为他可以？

战争和暴政的疯狂。最终，血液必须停止沾染街道。俄罗斯将被打败，唯一的问题是，在它停止之前将失去多少生命。

俄罗斯人要阻止普京，睁开眼睛。特殊军事行动。如果它发生在你的城镇、你的街道、你的广场，而不是遥远的那边，那会怎样呢？如果距离很远，如果军队只是应征入伍，你会关心自己的骨肉吗？ 50,000 俄罗斯人，已经死了。你可以星期天去教堂，祈祷，闭上眼睛，希望一切都过去，因为你把你漂亮的教堂拿回来了，所以你可以拒绝乌克兰人，因为他们的生命不重要。因为耶稣是俄罗斯人，携带卡拉什尼科夫冲锋枪。如果你相信那么你的灵魂已经迷失了。但是现在就在这一秒，你有机会改变，重新找回你的灵魂。俄罗斯母亲找回你的灵魂，不要再变成苏联 2.0。

2022 年 6 月 25 日星期六

正如我对我的孩子们说的，我很快就会死去

我头/耳中的嚎叫

大量的痛苦

想生病

天堂里的另一天

我希望我是在开玩笑

但这就是我过去几年的生活

停止

不要给我发垃圾邮件

就像克林特·伊斯特伍德的电影，80 多岁的人

那家伙是个快递员

这是一部好电影

但拜托我厌倦了来自远方的多种语言的垃圾邮件

只是甚至不开始

今天是一个可怕的痛苦和狂风的日子

所以别来

已经远离

至于你们其他人，请和我一起走花园小路

也许我会写一个完整的故事，

Michael Casey 的 XRT (c)

这就是你识别故事的方式

这只是一个聊天记录，不会出现在我编写和编译的第 21 本书中

也许我会中彩票，因为我可能会在大学接受 10 年以上的教育

送给我的两位年轻女士，那样就好了，这样我就可以帮忙了

反正我现在只花钱买食物

不要都说，它一定是负载，因为 Casey 是 FAT

我现在正在听莱昂内尔里奇

即使他说我很容易

我更喜欢它

只要我不吐得满地都是坐在垫子上的猫

但是现在这里的地板很干净，因为所有的学习都已经完成了

我的新 Kdrama 很棒，所以我可以享受炼金术

如果痛苦会消失就好了

如果我能用一句话触动你

michaelgcasey发布 17/07/2022发布于未分类 EditIf I could to touch you with just a word

如果我能用一句话触动你

如果我能让俄罗斯倾听

即使在你自己的国家也没有人相信所有的谎言

时间和潮流继续前进

它不会为任何人停留

我们精进自己

我们变老并改变

就像我们换衣服一样

洗净自己然后精神焕发我们重新开始

那么为什么俄罗斯在 1945 年就停止了呢？

为什么所有的人都遍布俄罗斯

仍然被当作绵羊对待

直到今天还在乌克兰被屠杀

为什么为什么为什么

我们的孩子长大离家

但如果俄罗斯是爸爸，你仍然被命令

没有自由

他几十年的军国主义，为了什么

这样将军们就可以为他们的达卡斯偷钱

虽然应征者不过是奴隶

现在一个不是“领导者”的独裁者笑得像个厚颜无耻的小学生

当他撒谎、撒谎、撒谎时

而且对历史一无所知，他只想抢地

所以，如果我只能说一个词，那就是停止

那么 CHANGE 将是另一个词

失去你的灵魂将是另外两个

如果他读了我所有的垃圾，我的 2,000,000 字

他会学到什么

一句话笑

第二个字爱

第三个字普通人

那他为什么从不尊重任何字眼

爱情本该是美好的

爱你的邻居是某人说的话

远远超过我甚至他

那么为什么普京从不倾听

我需要做什么

喊到耳朵流血

或者直到克里姆林宫的墙壁倒塌

太初有道

和和平

是最美丽的词

普京，你能听到我的声音吗，让俄罗斯人再次获得自由

停止逆转历史潮流

并屈服于上帝的话语

阿门

文字很有趣 ©

经过

迈克尔凯西

在我开始之前，我去洗手间释放一些热空气

尽管有人会说它一直都在

要么是我的慢性肾病让我难堪，要么是对我写作的评论

但人们可以是残酷的，不在乎，无论哪种方式

55年前我爱上了文字也许

罗宾戴在电视上，一个政治采访者

尽管任何新闻迷都已经认识他

他是一名训练有素的大律师，不，他不会煮咖啡

只是政治家的碎肉

政治家不是配咖啡的奶油

就像我说的，他是律师而不是咖啡师

我和我爸爸过去常看他

所以，如果你听到好的语言，

Here Today Gone Tomorrow 政治家

它可能会让你陷入困境，或者让你开怀大笑

因为它让我成为爸爸和我，然后

我爸爸会在电视上咒骂，用所有的字母

诅咒，那时没有Wokery，

这个词还没有被发明

不应该

如果你没有被听到就更好了，荒谬的词

所以，我在一个受过良好教育的父亲的陪伴下长大，14 岁就离开了学校

成为一名铁匠，这让我哭泣

铁匠之子

爸爸很聪明，但在 1930 年代的爱尔兰

每个人都去上班了，但这并不意味着

他或其他人很厚

智慧就是思维的速度

我会为那里的傻瓜解释

所以，如果你关注 BBC 新闻，你就会

眼前的百科全书，动动脑筋

那么如果在我的情况下你经常有 BBC Radio4

你会听到聪明人说话，用当时时髦的声音

然后添加拉丁语、英语、English Lit、法语、西班牙语

文字无处不在

如果你也阅读很多，那么文字确实会成为你的玩物

如果你的休息日也在周中

收音机填补了空白，即使你是半傻

你会学到很多东西，可以说是渗透

那么如果你在学校有聪明的孩子

4 of my cohort，这是最近在电视上经常使用的新词

Year Group, Age Group 对一些人来说可能更容易理解

4个博士或博士，我只是个马桶清洁工

虽然正如我之前所说，不会让我变得愚蠢

就大脑而言，你的工作并不总是给你留下印记

尽管 Brains 几年前还是一个基佬品牌

你可以在那里开自己的玩笑

第一年的名字

在我以前的文法学校，但我来自不同的年龄

在一个时代到另一个时代的风口浪尖

暂停止痛药

不，那不是垃圾押韵

扑热息痛和凝胶上的 20 分钟刚刚过去

这是我多年来的生活

疼痛

虽然你们所有人都在读我，可能会说

是的，我们受苦，我们是读者

残忍的

无论如何，很多文字游戏，比如前戏，但不是

在 BBC 的广播节目中同样有趣

如果你长大听它，你会学到很多东西

如果您想要聪明的孩子，请将拨号盘粘贴到 BBC Radio4

虽然 Wokery 确实露出了它的头，但在床单下面

萨曼莎，一个想象中的电台女郎，被禁止或发言

关于因为唤醒人们没有想象力

在大学也触发书籍警告

这太疯狂了，文字很有趣，它们有意义

细微差别和阴影和音调，几乎是音乐性的

但是他们被白痴禁止了

顺便说一下，奴隶可能已经存在了 10,000 年

所以是的，请注意它，但不要在每个地方都粉饰历史

这个词的含义。长大

现在我要结束了，因为我的头快要痛得爆炸了

你知道我大女儿告诉我的制药知识吗

他们真的不知道为什么扑热息痛有效

就我而言，有时它不会

作为我的痛苦，我的混蛋太多了

耳鸣姐姐的妓女只是个流浪汉

或者我应该在我的话上发布触发警告

对于醒着的孩子

他们应该待在家里，裹着棉绒

每年把它们拿出来一次，就像圣诞装饰品一样

或 Winterval 作为伯明翰议会白痴

曾经被称为圣诞节

庆祝一切，因为文字很有趣

我喜欢的东西，我讨厌的东西（c）

迈克尔·凯西

好吧，我有一个泄漏，然后我有一个想法

厨房的水龙头在滴水，我也是

然后我想我可以写点新东西

所以我把猫推开，因为她跟着我

她会跟着任何人想到食物

或者她会保持原样，除非你出价 80 英镑

如果你把食品包装纸弄得沙沙作响，她就会来

但除此之外，很有可能，这只猫待在垫子上

虽然纸币，塑料纸币，听起来确实像食品包装纸

但最好是 80 英镑，否则她会留在原地

我们提供了 20,40 然后 60 但我认为是 80

在龙猫之前，我们的猫停止梳理毛发

她是一窝 4 只，但遗憾的是其他 3 只都没有了

现在7岁了，四次心脏搭桥的奖励

我告诉我的女儿们她们可以养宠物

如果我死了一只狗或一只猫心脏病发作

然后话音刚落

在 2014 年的圣诞节，我可能已经不在了

相反，2015 年 1 月 13 日，我得到了结果

我的四人间

我以前告诉过你这一切

所以我重复一遍，一定是你们都讨厌的东西

我很喜欢听故事，这让我和爸爸很亲近

事实上，在1996年，我几乎和他在同一张床上

但是他们在病房里腾出了空间，所以我在一个

在他去过的地方旁边

我喜欢日落和景色

我曾经从办公室的窗户往外看

在 Smallbrook Queensway，俯瞰中国区

78的时候哪知道20年后，上海的一片

会来找我

我喜欢双关语和文字游戏，也许是因为我学会了

这么多语言，拉丁语、法语、西班牙语和英语文学

以及 Open University Level 3 的莎士比亚

除了几十年的 BBC Radio 4

然后教上海女孩英语作为第二语言

不要忘记伊斯兰学校的 Esol 英语

所以我对文字的看法可以让我很荒谬

我什至会像校长一样加入垃圾韵

谁应该知道得更多，但没有提到名字

因为我不想让他们哭

我讨厌糟糕的作家，他们的风格让我厌烦

Harry Styles 是我唯一喜欢的风格，我现在正在听他的

他叫我女人，那一定是我的 3 个乳房

长期扑热息痛给你男人的胸部

现在是疝气，难怪哈利很困惑

但至少他会唱歌

我确实喜欢即兴演奏我知道的歌曲

添加一条新线，用不同的声音

在我等水壶烧开的时候

虽然我隔壁的邻居容忍我

可能是因为我的3个胸部

我的 3 个杯子挂在晾衣绳上

他们不知道怎么称呼我

男人或女人，或 IT，也许 Sam 会涵盖它

虽然政治正确的人，向 BBC 投诉

关于萨姆在广播节目中的遭遇，

尽管她是一个不存在的漫画装置

我也讨厌剩菜

我吃我放在盘子里的所有东西

不要浪费我

虽然当你看着我时你会说

骗子，像小熊维尼一样的大肚子

46 英寸的腰围，适合我的碧昂斯臀部

如果她看到我紧实的屁股，她会哭的

为我哭泣一条河，几乎，直到

它蜿蜒穿过湖上的木材

我喜欢他，我也跟着他唱歌

PSY是个好人，他让我想起了自己

如果我有天赋，可以像他一样移动

但我是 120 公斤，他不是

我都是伯明翰风格，摇摆不定

PSY就像一个载歌载舞的Benny Hill

我已经弄清楚如何在我们的家庭电视上观看 Utube

所以现在我跟着 PSY 一起笑

不看韩剧的时候

和灵魂炼金术

非常戏剧化，我太棒了

也许她不是适合我的女孩，

她所能做的就是用剑

我打赌她不会打字

她怀了我的孩子，哈利·斯泰尔斯 (Harry Styles) 唱道

炼金术刺客会杀了我

所以不会是她来帮我打字

我也喜欢跑笑话

虽然，你可能不理解这个概念

就像英式幽默，它不仅仅是 Slap Stick

和电报给美国人

下午 6 点钟敲响，电视上可能有新闻

我喜欢新闻和时事

但我讨厌垃圾，关于多少事务

XY 或 Z 曾在报纸上大放异彩

2个人做什么，由他们自己决定

它永远不应该遍布电视和报纸

此外，我不想在我的 3 个乳房上都装订书钉

或巨大的，碧昂丝羞辱背后

播客也是垃圾

不管收音机发生了什么

我是皇室成员，我讨厌它

等等等等等等

大多数人都担心煤气费

如此放纵的人，让我想吐

我也讨厌骗子

特朗普，是最大的

但他今天会当选

因为美国太愚蠢了

暂停

而美国读者反抗，或同意我的看法

我想如果你正在读这篇文章

你同意我的看法

我讨厌那些声称他们正在为自己的国家做这件事的运动员

或他们的城市等

他们这样做是为了钱

如果他们做了一些好事，那很好，花花公子

但大多数只是非常非常兰迪

与花花公子押韵

他们也都是花花公子

因为他们也负担得起

人们不知道自己的风格

把我带回哈利身边

我现在是什么，他唱

花时间发现你的风格

并坚持下去

显然，我看起来像慈善商店的剩菜

但我和三个女人住在一起

和一只母猫

他们知道什么是最好的

所以默认情况下我是一个同性恋爸爸

昨晚又出现了穿普拉达的恶魔

所以不要穿 Elton John 运动服

不管是什么牌子，Elton 你看起来像个 Chav

您可以稍后感谢我

他正在为 Taylor Swift 和 Snoop Dogg 代言

谁做我的高除尘

尽管他可能只是说生活不是一切

对我微笑

好吧，我已经把它记下来了，因为我在耳鸣中休息了

现在疼痛又回来了，可待因正在消失

最后我拼对了

生活就是这样

只要你最后做对了

一切都被上帝宽恕

虽然他可能不喜欢我的写作

我最终会成为贺卡作家

你敢说什么吗

结尾

你看到了什么？

经过

迈克尔凯西

你照镜子，看到你的倒影

我看着你，看透你

你是一扇窗，一块玻璃

我能看到你的内心

你只在镜子里看你自己

我看着你的内心，看到内在的灵魂

你整理你的头发，想好用什么方式来梳理它

我看着你的内心，你的头发一点也不乱

你觉得你是变胖了还是太瘦了

我向内看，你是对的

你希望自己更高或更小

我只看到内在的完美

你想想你的衣服

我只看到你的笑容

你想想你的配色

我只看到里面彩虹的所有颜色

你觉得哪双鞋配这些衣服

我看到了一切，包括你完美的鼻子

你侧身看你流浪汉突出

我笑，你毕竟是基因的产物

你拔了最后一根眉毛

我微笑，如此完美

你想知道这会不会再次被拒绝

我希望你记得你从未被我拒绝过

你希望你能得到这份工作，男人，随便什么

我现在大笑起来，这真的很重要吗

你最后照了照镜子

我再次微笑，因为我不是镜子

我正透过一扇窗户看你的灵魂

因为我是你爸爸

或耶稣所说的阿爸

2022 年 12 月 6 日，星期二

躺在床上做爱

躺在床上做爱 (c)

经过

迈克尔凯西

躺在床上做爱

山上的这个傻瓜太冷了

所以留在床上做爱

如果你没有人

你的爱需要点燃

而且隔壁邻居对你不感兴趣

然后去砍柴

不是比喻

但要小心碎片

当你砍木头时

当你把原木扔进火里

或者把中央供暖调高

把手放在恒温器上

想象一下它会是什么样子

不砍柴

但做爱

用你灵魂的炼金术

在你温暖的床上

你的窗玻璃上没有冰柱

也许是一个比喻

如你所愿

你可以烧掉普京

或使用特朗普的热风

温暖你冰冷的碧昂斯大屁股

但也许隔壁的女孩会来

感谢你

如果只是为了你切碎的原木

摘下她的眼镜

会清楚地看到你

虽然你都冻得干瘪

如果她温暖你

用另一根木头在火上

然后在一起你会感觉好多了

所以在场的每个人

他可能又秃又胖

她可能需要刮一点胡子

和

我是英国伯明翰深色头发的肥胖作家

所以在被窝里拥抱每个人

Bill the Gas man，which gas can mean funny in Irish English

当你阅读我的垃圾时一起享受刺激

在床单下

但预计还是9个月

你会一直醒着

或者只是在火上烧掉我的书

只是为了暖和一点

因为我是精神炼金术士

100% 爱尔兰烈性酒

这会让你失明

让和平

michaelgcasey HYPERLINK “https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/2022/12/23/let-there-be-peace/” 发布 23/12/2022发布于未分类 EditLet there be Peace

让和平（c）

迈克尔·凯西

让这片土地和平

让炮弹不再飞

让没有更多的死亡

让雨中不再有泪水

让泥土中不再有坟墓

别再有破坏

要有水有电

让地下无所遁形

让一切回归常态

让没有更多的人像野兽一样行事

让学校不再变成地牢

让学校和医院不再遭到破坏

让食物供应保持正常

为什么这一切

因为有个叫普京的傻瓜

从他的人洞里出来，想要证明

他是世界之王

腐败对他来说还不够

毁灭与死亡是他的玩物

但是现在但是现在，他开始看清现实

乌克兰只想一个人呆着

相反，他们正在为自己的生命而战

乌克兰人个子高，他们藏不住

但现在他们在泥泞中爬行，去打败异教徒

来自莫斯科的异教徒囤积，充满谎言和欺骗

他们说我们是来救你的

他们只是想偷走所有面包的现实

让世界挨饿而不是养活它

冻结世界而不是温暖它

所以当你今晚安装中央供暖系统时

想想今天和乌克兰战斗时的每一天的牺牲

给他们战斗的工具，他们就会完成任务

当普京在深夜进行种族灭绝时

做一盏灯，做黑暗中的一盏灯，高举它

当乌克兰人在寒冷和黑暗的夜晚战斗和死亡时

给他们完成工作的工具

然后提供完成工作的工具

不要拿任何俄罗斯血钱

为了 30 块银子，他们出卖了普京统治下的灵魂

但乌克兰永远不会永远不会放弃战斗

因为它们像麦田一样金黄

普京全是谎言和欺骗

如果你在俄罗斯并且你读了我的话

记住我们都是凡人，我们终将归于尘土

所以远离普京的邪恶黑暗

俄罗斯人都是胆小鬼吗

如果更多的俄罗斯人站起来反对普京

他可以而且将会从内部被打败

还是 100,000 名俄罗斯人死亡对你来说还不够

是一个 TRILLON USD 浪费了一个好主意

不要生活在对自己总统的恐惧中

除去沾满鲜血的骗子和傻子

确保普京不能再跳舞和正步

为什么你在俄罗斯允许一个傻瓜对你发号施令

为什么你允许他带领你毁灭

把他放在空油桶里不是更好吗

把他黑色的心淹没在黑海中

或者你会等待 300,000 或 1,000,000 俄罗斯人死去

为了什么，地图上的线条

所以普京可以对地狱中的魔鬼说

看看我在生活中取得的成就

全世界都在嘲笑普京

但是你们这些俄罗斯人在莫斯科什么都不做

因为普京驾驶着你的整个国家

不是在梅赛德斯的一座桥上，而是彻底的毁灭

至于乌克兰，他们赢了，而且最终会赢

不要相信我的话，看阅读媒体

1917 年法蒂玛的情况

最终圣母无玷之心获胜

那么你在莫斯科还等什么

圣母玛利亚骑驴现身红场

这个圣诞节 2022

但是你在俄罗斯已经对圣母玛利亚说了什么

旅馆没有房间

我们忙着杀死我们的乌克兰兄弟

在乌克兰，俄罗斯人只是为了杀戮而享受杀戮

俄罗斯选择了普京

代替耶稣马利亚和约瑟骑驴

哪怕出现在红场

停止

拯救你的灵魂俄罗斯

像母亲怀抱婴儿

与其出卖灵魂

致一个谋杀自私无知厚颜无耻的小学生

谁必须为习重写他的报告

因为普京终究只是个不懂事的小孩

但是在乌克兰他们只有男人

今晚所有的信徒，再祈祷再祈祷，因为在圣母玛利亚中将有最后的发言权，那个词就是和平

乌克兰翻译所有文件下载

Michael Casey 的《辗转反侧》

辗转反侧 (c)

通过迈克尔·凯西

好吧，现在是 2023 年 1 月 21 日，你们这些文字考古学家就知道了。过去一年我没有写太多新东西，因为我的耳鸣很厉害。打开火警警报器并在其下站立一个小时，现在获取照片。然后想象一下，当它被炊具上或浴室的抽风机触发时声音会越来越大，更不用说寒冷的天气和空气中的暴风雨了。

所以，你们都是幸运的幸运儿。你脑袋里的噪音可能很大，实际上会导致疼痛。在我的情况下，我右耳的听力几乎消失了，我能听到一点，但压倒性的感觉是噪音，尽管耳聋，耳鸣的噪音。耳鸣也不是同性恋罗马情人。这太可怕了，对于一些如此糟糕的人来说，它变得致命。

现在躺在床上，我会听 Taylor Swift 或任何分散注意力的音乐，这样我才能入睡。然而，我仍然每 2 小时醒来一次，这就是我的 CKD。经过一夜的辗转反侧后，虽然由于搭桥疤痕中间的疝气，我只能靠右侧睡，但我睡够了就起床了。但随后乐趣开始了，因为在我可以做任何事情之前，尖叫声必须平息。即使它消失了，也很难集中足够长的时间来写一篇文章。这就是为什么我在过去的一年里一直在使用要点。

当我喝完咖啡时，我的大脑分心了，所以我不得不强迫自己记住接下来要说的话。像往常一样，我的左肩也想参与进来。所以，我必须真正停下来，这样我才能拍打大麻止痛药，我的邻居认为发生了一些变态的事情，我们房子周围所有的拍打声都在回响。如果只是，如果只是。

现在我的耳鸣越来越响，但我肩膀上的止痛药应该很快就会起效，我可能会吃一点扑热息痛。每天服用扑热息痛 8 年，我的 GFR 现在是 25，所以我不能使用任何旧的止痛药，否则它会更多地伤害我的肾脏。无论如何，我已经写了很多关于乌克兰的文章或要点，因为它又是希特勒，但现在这个名字已经变成了普京。德国提供了很多帮助，但害怕自己的历史，所以他们可以做更多。至于根据美国最新情报，有 180,000 名俄罗斯人死亡。 180,000 名俄罗斯人死亡。

但普京不在乎，因为他躲在历史、纳粹等等的背后，但具有讽刺意味的是，在他统治下的俄罗斯是纳粹犯下的种族灭绝罪。而且它还在继续，在西方，人们已经厌倦了它，因为他们只关心支付煤气费。至于我，我学了一点历史，也了解法蒂玛。基本上圣母玛利亚说俄罗斯是坏孩子。历史证明她是对的。

所以这就是为什么我把神圣图片放在我的网站上，这就是为什么我每天将神圣图片发送到莫斯科的 12 到 18 个电子邮件地址，并附带一条小消息。他们可能都直接投进了垃圾邮件，但我还能做什么呢，我一个破烂不堪的身体，到处都是伤疤，脑子里一片嘈杂，我没用。或者也许我不是，因为我可以念玫瑰经，即使我在人或圣人眼中完全没用。所以，如果每个人都做一点，最后普京会垮台。俄罗斯母亲将像母亲一样对待自己的人民，以及世界其他地方

你寄给我的垃圾 (c)

通过迈克尔·凯西

好吧，我有大量的谷歌文档

我看过你的个人资料我想要一个像你这样的男人

这是一张照片

一定是某些卡片把我的电子邮件放在了某处

但我只看东方，远东

所以他们在浪费时间

他们应该停下来

他们现在已经删除了 100s 未读

我也有很多打折的东西

我的电子邮件是 .COM

但我在英国而不是美国

所以我不需要目标，不管它是什么

Microsoft 读取您的电子邮件

那么你就是目标对象

耳鸣治疗和疼痛缓解

你被选中了

我不是犹太人，所以不要说我是被选中的人

被穿比基尼的人选为骗局

从他们搞砸每个人的地方过着高尚的生活

亚马逊自动电话，但我什至不在亚马逊上

亚马逊和 DHL 也有假邮件

他们就像你一样臭

假这个假那个

有些公司从不使用电子邮件

邮寄要花钱

所以骗子永远不会那样做

当您在手机上充值时

他们收集你的电话号码

所以你得到各种各样的东西

今天，假的土耳其/叙利亚慈善机构

这是超越邪恶

继续下去

你好，你是谁，你想要什么

尽我所能

牧师很震惊，但他现在已经习惯了我

所以他用拉丁语对我发誓

去烧蚀绝对自己

是的，我正在破坏这里的一切

混淆骗子，如果阅读这个

那就是如果他们能读懂英语

The Ablative Absolute 是我们在 2F 角落房间里做的

也许回到 1972 年，Proctor 先生，我们仍然恨你

一小时课，我们大汗淋漓，休息，继续第二节1小时课

直到那时他才向我们解释

我认为 Prasat 有倾向，他现在是医生

成为医生的4人之一

是的，一个聪明的木屐课，他和我一起在 1B 的 UB40 家伙

但是他没有进入快流，2F和LATIN

他成为了一名音乐家，无论他发生了什么

也许红红酒太多了

福斯特是牧师的儿子，他很聪明

另一个他的父亲是一名狱警

但我离题了，毫无疑问，我现在会收到防护服的报价

还有来自美国的电击枪

和每个人的圣经

旁边有一个便宜的浅滩

非常特朗普式的行刑队

我会解雇共和党中的所有政治家，就像解雇而不是攻击一样

现在是止痛药，大麻油的时候了，这是合法的

在英国制造，一种可以减轻我疼痛的面霜

否则我会痛得弯腰

所以正如我提到的那样，Gummies 会向我做广告

顺便说一下，它们很危险

毕竟我是疼痛方面的专家，10 年了

但是你给猴子吗

只要你能给我发营销信息

信箱里那些光鲜亮丽的传单同样糟糕

比萨丰富

好吧，我在等止痛药发挥作用

然后当我完成你

Better Call Saul 结论

霍华德刚刚头部中弹，已经死亡

所以我必须继续

我也震惊了

但我会说看所有 Better Call Saul

我确实想知道为什么霍华德受到如此多的迫害

但是表演很棒，质量上乘

我会通过一部日本恐怖片找回我的韩语

仍然每天只要我把东西放到网上

法国读它

韩国读它

要是韩国人能帮我打字就好了……

但它可能是一名美国军人

谁绊倒了我

我也曾经直接得到葡萄牙

所以那三个人是谁我永远不会知道

所以现在我会收到电子邮件为 .kor、Fr 或 PT 的假电子邮件

假装喜欢我

我得到这么多垃圾，我需要一把铲子

打扫马厩

继续下去

在我无法入睡的夜晚，我可以发送

又一封发往莫斯科的邮件

神圣的图片和警告

如果我改变主意

那么PUTIN的邪恶就减轻了

是的，去年我让你厌烦了

并没有写那么多喜剧

但很难微笑

虽然乌克兰有种族灭绝

我确实相信玛丽 1917 年在花地玛所说的话

所以我现在就结束，问问同胞罪人

为乌克兰和平祈祷

这是俄罗斯通过玛丽向耶稣投降

2023 年 2 月 15 日

AI 正在看着我加上霍恩链接

人工智能在看着我

迷茫杂乱无章

把我和同名的爱尔兰人搞混了

所以有一个弱点

事实上，它混淆了我们双方的数据

所以我剪切并粘贴了我的 Blogger 信息

出现在旁边

陷入困惑

所以等一个星期看看

如果你谷歌迈克尔凯西

或者更确切地说，让 michaelgcasey 进入 Perplexity

还会迷茫吗

但

大多数人在遇到我后忘记了他们在做什么

我就像一块巧克力或一杯热饮

我带来救济

所以在那里开你自己的笑话

向各地似乎喜欢我的垃圾的乌克兰人问好

以及我的韩国读者

虽然你可能只是无聊的酒店夜班工作人员

所以我打赌你很失望

Quick Stories FULL 标题是 Quick Stories for Busy People

所以我希望它能以您阅读的任何语言为您带来解脱

Quick Stories 与“解脱”无关，但我希望它能让人开心

已经下载或查看过这些页面的 1000 多人

它出现了，虽然Perplexity会更加迷茫

等到它偶然发现莎士比亚和双关语

如果发现 Around the Horne

https://www.radioechoes.com/?page=series&genre=OTR-Comedy&series=Round%20The%20Horne

它会完全混淆

但当你在这里

单击上面的链接，发现最好的英国喜剧

从 1960 年代

查尔斯王子在被褥下听什么以及 The Goons

他现在是国王，不，不是比喻，但他仍然可以像王子一样跳舞

毫无疑问，他将拥有紫色统治

所以不要感到困惑，只是从有机玻璃上弹开

AI AI AI adio adio，她转弯了

你刚刚被迈克尔

你喜欢这个经历吗

这是一种解脱吗

语言是我女儿写的一篇文章

但他们甚至不会标记这个

上面有太多防滑痕迹

马克惠斯通你现在在哪里

只有 StatsMR 人才会明白

那个参考

人工智能

总是懵懂

让地球再次和平（c）

迈克尔·凯西

让地球再次和平

不再有无意识的入侵

不再有恐吓

不要再有人在街上被枪杀

让不再有仅凭指甲设计就能识别的尸体

别再有浅浅的坟墓

让不再有谎言

不要再有荒谬的戏剧来为那些谎言辩护

不要再有医院被毁

不要再有学校被烧毁

当你睡在床上时，不要再有死亡

让不再需要地下藏身之处

让地铁再次成为三明治，而不仅仅是一个安全的地方

让教会开放并充满庆祝

让葬礼不再是一个持续的、持续的、持续的事件

让婚姻充满喜悦

不是仰望天空寻找死亡

让食品购物再次变得有趣，而不是在攻击下快速冲刺

背着阳光在公园里散步又回来了

让停下来说话和聊天再次成为常态

让新闻每天都不同

不仅仅是普京一次又一次的疯狂

有时间再做爱

闲散的慵懒时光，当你抚摸她的头发，拥抱在一起

一次又一次又一次又一次

而不是偷来的时刻，因为你的耳朵在受到攻击时倾听

让爱回来，爱，和平与幸福

让医院再次鲜花盛开

让八卦和笑声再次响起

让歌声和音乐再次充满空气

让蹦蹦跳跳再次走进孩子们的心中

让老人们慢慢地见面和问候，再慢慢地

让教堂的钟声再次响起

让光再次回来

让。再次和平

让那里，让那里，让那里

让所有的东西再次出现

但当

当俄罗斯被击败时

只有那时

当圣母无玷之心

战胜野蛮、偏执狂和疯狂

只有这样

地球还能再有和平吗

风雨如磐的特朗普和我的床垫不见了

如你所知，我有一张新床垫

我睡在右侧，因为我的胸部中间有疝气

四次心脏搭桥术后

在我像旋转的烤肉串之前

所以如果侧面有 120 公斤

这比两个 60 公斤重的女人背上的压力还大

表面积等等

所以压力可能是 4 倍

因此新床垫

不管怎样，正如我常说的，我和泰勒·斯威夫特和威尔·杨上床

耳鸣和音乐否则我根本睡不着

所以在你的想象中描绘它

他们今晚会很开心

新床垫等等

事实上，我有 2 个床垫叠在一起

作为我原来非常昂贵的 Dormeo

坏了，他们拒绝更换

所以我买了一个新的，把 Dormeo 扔进了垃圾箱

替换品来自一家只销售优质产品的豪华商店

我说过这将是我死去的床

但是太难了

所以我在盒子里买了一张床垫

当你把袋子拼起来时，这些会膨胀

那个已经在另一个上几年了

但现在累了，如果 120k 横盘在你身上，你也会累吗

所以我粗暴地对待它，尖叫着，诅咒着，把它赶出屋子

我也打算摆脱困难的，但我需要 2 个强壮的男人来做

我可能真的会伤到自己，记得我胸口中间的疝气

所以那个人在外面呆一两天

我知道有人会接受它

150 英镑就买一个这样的泡沫

所以，所以星期二我把新床垫拖到我的床上

拉开绳索，差不多

展开和刺穿

然后真空包装的床垫在几秒钟内像救生衣一样膨胀

是的，它非常舒适，并且在减价 1/3 中

评论说比 600 英镑的花哨的要好

让它呼吸，包装纸上写着

你看不到照片中的模特和两只狗

不管怎样今晚

就在暴风雨丹尼尔斯上电视之前

Piers Morgan 接受 Talk TV 采访

我相信是默多克所有

我看了看外面

路上还有树林和高尔夫球场

我床上的床垫在行动中丢失了

难道是特朗普和暴风雨正在最后一搏

迈克尔·凯西 (Michael Casey) 的《第 19 洞的最后一击》毕竟是我的一本书

好吧，我看了皮卡德的最后一集

享受它，他们现在看起来都那么老了

我还多看了一点 Kdrama Mad Dog

所以现在不看电视了

看看我能不能好好写这个

通常一首诗是多米诺骨牌倒下

所以我嘴里有卡门培尔奶酪的味道

这就是结果，就像泰勒斯威夫特给我唱的那样

让阳光再次闪耀（c）

迈克尔·凯西

让阳光再次普照

让痛苦消失

让眼泪干涸

让头发重新梳理

让口红再涂一遍

让笑容再次盛行

让眼睛再次闪耀

让呼吸恢复正常

让歌声重新开始

让脚步再次弹跳

让脚步变得更快

让内心的喜悦再次涌现

让舞蹈重新开始

让笑声再次响起

让拥抱和亲吻重新开始

让心跳得更快

让爱再次统治

让未来再次无所畏惧

让承诺超越地平线

让恐惧再次被放逐

让恐惧再次完全彻底地消失

让我们心中再次有爱

幸福、欢乐、欢笑和舞蹈

也唱歌

不要害怕让爱再次统治

过去的已经过去

我们在当下

未来再次属于我们

让阳光再次照耀我们

世界上任何地方的我们所有人

无论我们做什么，无论我们想要什么

我们可以拿回来

因为我们不再害怕

那里有爱

只是不要害怕抓住它

让阳光再次照耀你的心

因为邪恶终将过去，只剩下爱

问 Sancho Panza，我是在 Google 上读到的

就在前几天

50 年前我被命名为 Sancho Panza

由我们的一位牧师

所以我是 Sancho Panza，也是 Michael Casey

Michael Casey 胖胖的银发作家，来自英国伯明翰。

和我的。以多种语言向世界各地的所有人发送信息

就是这个

让阳光再次普照

永远不要让邪恶冻结你的心

因为在阳光下万物生长

2023 年夏季考试指导

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好吧，大女儿要高考了，长得像我小时候的样子。

不是现在，幸运的是，现在是像狼人一样浓密的眉毛，还有一头银发。

她确实告诉我顺便去理发店。

那么我对她有什么建议，你们对决赛有什么建议吗？

嗯，我爸爸对我说，“迈克尔，我没有受过教育，做你喜欢的事，但要尽力而为。”

我爸爸是个聪明人，他 14 岁就开始工作了，在 30 年代的爱尔兰，每个人都这样做。

那么我该怎么对我的两个女儿说呢？

我说稳住，放轻松。

这些问题不应该让你害怕，你修改并回答出现的问题。

我的 BioChem 女儿给我看了一张图表，一张起始图表，一张几乎在我眼前的星座运势图。

这是关于不同的癌症

所以我只是在网上看了看然后说

八字可以是指标，也可以是指针，但不全是星象

不像我写的喜剧，都是25年前的星空，不过我跑题了

所以如果你把这个和那个混合，或者暴露的时间长短，癌症就不会来

处女座和水瓶座不会以可疑的方式结束

使用混合的隐喻来说明它在我看来的样子

一个完全没有受过科学教育的人

但如果你从作家的角度思考问题

然后我认为它可以让你洞察你在做什么

paper被mark后答案就出来了

是的，我唯一有标记的纸是卫生纸

希望我希望我的女儿能使用我所说的一些东西

这让我想起了 1998 年在捷克你必须为卫生纸付钱

一位女士只给几张床单，你应该给她小费

我唯一的提示是，我的堆在三号隔间里是放射性的

所以取 Jeyes Fluid 并通风

回到考试，准备好巧克力、坚果或其他零食

所以当你学习的时候，你奖励自己

然后上床睡觉，呼吸足够的新鲜空气

我的女儿们每天学习 10 个小时，我不得不哄着她们上床睡觉

但如果你有儿子，请与你的女儿和儿子一起检查

与您的孩子交谈，有些父母不会

爸爸的时间很好，即使对他们来说不是这样，但它会分散他们的注意力

所以他们不会大脑冻结

告诉他们不要害怕可能发生或可能不会发生的事情

希望他们已经涵盖了所有内容

和女儿们一起掩盖一切

但回到学习

将会发生什么，所以就把它想象成在办公室的另一天

或者擦奶奶的屁股，推着她到花园里

你的孩子已经完成了所有的学习

所以现在期末考试即使是 4 小时的生物化学

这只是一场宴会

阅读问题

然后把它拆开，把证据堆在你的盘子里

ON you essay written on screen, or on 纸上

如果你曾经在酒店工作过，而我做了 3 年的工作

每天都是一盒巧克力

所以考试也是一样的，边走边拔牙

停下来想一想

然后你会把桌子擦干净

你已经采样并解释了一切

没什么好怕的，念珠一直在 Top Gear

当你做报纸的时候，你爸爸和诸圣

一直在你身边，一路为你加油

此外，Padre Pio 本人也被卷入其中

为你标记所有问题

So Relax, just do it, 你不会错得太远

至于未来，惊人的事情发生了

当你不期待它

微笑，现在刷牙

去厕所

4小时后做一篇论文

可能会发生爆炸，所以带上你自己的卷

当你坐下来嘘嘘

想想爸爸，是对的

如果只是在一个有风景的房间里

而不仅仅是匹配纸上的 4 小时小熊维尼

微笑

来自英国伯明翰的胖胖的银发作家的幽默写作

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我正在浏览媒体，我厌倦了阅读有关有影响力的人

拿这第一句话来说。什么是新闻？

你把衣服压在哪里？

就像一台熨烫机。

或报纸，因为印刷机。

传播知识，因为书籍是大量生产的。

弥撒是弥撒，就像在圣礼中一样。

或一种重量，但让物理学家解释一下

现在，我受够了

那是不是意味着一个非常胖的混蛋，谁吃了所有的馅饼？

或者这是否意味着我已经受够了，所以我受够了。

就像我肚子里的一个记号，一条内部的 Plimsoll 线

如果我越线，我会摔倒吗？

或者这是否意味着，我已经从无知的人那里得到了足够的废话

谈论他们懒得研究的事情

Quora 或唐纳德特朗普的嘴不说福音真理。

这并不意味着他们是传教士。

尽管社会正义确实来自传教士。

回到 Marches 和 Bus Rides，例如

什么是影响者？

你的妈妈，或者间接要了更多酒的圣母玛利亚

于是耶稣行了他的第一个神迹

照他说的做，她说

剩下的就是历史。

所以请无知的影响者

读一本书，做一些研究，然后意识到

事情不是他们看起来的样子。

语言学很重要，或者你只是为了钱

Michael Casey，来自伯明翰的 Shades 银发胖作家。英国

并且说清楚，否则 Snoop Dog 可能会以最直接的方式开始评论

只有 Snoop 可以，TRUMP man TRUMP man，Just TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP you TRUMP

这在任何语言中都应该足够清楚

是的，特朗普是世界上任何语言中最糟糕的词

或者也许我只是来自英国伯明翰的一个无知的胖子

试图使用 TRUMP 作为引起冒犯的最新词

因为 TRUMP 真的是那个的破纪录者

人并非生来就被锁链束缚，因此请避免使用 TRUMPING TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP

毕竟我是一个SOB，一个真正的SOB

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我已于 2022 年 3 月 18 日更新了这篇文章，我是来自英格兰伯明翰的迈克尔凯西，这位胖胖的银发作家。当心其他名字完全相同的人，他们不是我，也不想成为我…使用 Google UK 找到我，否则会弹出 Posh Americans 我已经写了很多东西，大约 2,000,000 个单词，价值超过 34 年现在但在我开始写作之前，我听了 20 年的 BBC Radio 4，从 10 岁或更年轻的时候开始，我们的房客 Frank Brown 回到了蒂龙郡，他送给我们他的 Bush Radio。如果他还活着，他现在将近 100 岁了，所以为他祈祷 54 年的爱情文字，我看起来仍然如此潇洒。我在阁楼上有一张照片，就像 Dorian Gray 一样，我对政治也有 54 年的兴趣，我父亲对电视和政客起哄。我几乎立刻就受到了打击，一部名为 Shoplife 的戏剧被接受，但最终没有被剧院制作。肯尼斯莫尔剧院，感谢他们饶了你们所有人。这是在 1989 年，是的，30 多年前，这部戏是在 1988 年写的。所以从那时起，作为一名作家，我已经足够优秀了。其他任何东西……我也忽略那些不能写作的人，选择你自己的候选人我倾向于写喜剧因为我宁愿让你笑而不是哭我已经写了超过 2000 篇短文，是的 2000“（c ) 迈克尔·凯西 (Michael Casey) 着”如果您包括“聊天”3700 个示例，总而言之，当我编译它们时，这些聊天不会进入我的书。我的第一本书，一部完整的喜剧/戏剧是 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 你可以在这个网站上阅读它的翻译在同一天通过这个网站阅读了多达 20 种不同的语言/翻译，在 WordPress 上看fo Translations Galore 页面，以及更多并且在全球 90 多个国家/地区也有，因此您没有任何借口，找到自己的语言并阅读 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 或 Quick Stories 或我 WordPress 上翻译中的任何其他书籍这证明对我来说，幽默确实在传播，我现在在 100 多个国家/地区都有读者，只是重复我自己从尼泊尔到美属萨摩亚以及东南西北的所有地方或者它只是一个逃亡的杀手，或者任何未知地区意味着它可能这也意味着只有非英语母语人士喜欢我的报道，但缺乏渗透力，因为市场营销人员可能会说我的波兰语版《寻找印度公主》在 3 周内确实吸引了 21,000 名读者。这基本上是 The Butcher The Baker 和 The Undertaker 的最后 3 章都是口口相传的。 2021 年圣诞节周超过 50,000 如果你把我的 WordPress 的所有下载加起来 + 13,000 当有人偷了文件。我分发的书比鲍里斯·约翰逊 (Boris Johnson) 的丘吉尔著作还多。也许 40,000 份。没有从中赚到一分钱，多种语言的免费下载。逆向逻辑，如果全世界都知道我，最终会有人付钱给我但实际上我会先死，然后只要付给摆渡人 2 便士就足够了我已经剪掉了赞美，你可以自己阅读/决定作为在我的一生中，我出生在一家啤酒厂的阴影下，我是一家市场研究公司的计算机操作员，从事酒类销售，总共 21 年，StatsMR 呼叫中心人员，就像每个人一生中一样，我也是一名实习博彩店经理我在 NEC 伯明翰皇冠假日酒店担任礼宾部和其他 10 个职位 3 年。在伯明翰的品诚梅森律师事务所工作了 3 年，我什至在品诚梅森律师事务所的法律图书馆里藏了一本我的漫画小说“BBU”，好吧，只是一天。我也做了一些其他的工作，工作生活是相反的，所以说话，我是一所伊斯兰学校的 Esol 英语老师，有一年的时间，我知道我可以教书。我在外部评估中获得了优秀、优秀和模范，是的，我要求他们每天至少为我祈祷一次，此外，我与上海有 20 年的联系，包括 2 个双语女儿和一个 hausfrau a很长一段时间，我是一个伟大的父亲，因为我有很多时间和我的女儿在一起或者迈克尔的一天故事，一个讲故事的应用程序还有什么，我是肌肉和大脑，我曾经像牛一样强壮，现在我闻起来像牛我们有一只猫叫龙猫，我的女儿们想要一只宠物我他们说如果我死了他们可以养狗，如果我心脏病发作他们可以养猫。几周后的 2015 年 1 月，我进行了计划外的四重心脏搭桥手术，本来应该是三重心脏搭桥，但最终变成了四重心脏搭桥手术，可以说额外免费了 33%。现在加上疝气，你的拳头那么大，穿过我的搭桥疤痕，我笑的时候很疼，所以别逗我笑我还有关节炎和其他障碍，这些障碍让我的身体蹒跚而行，让我非常痛苦。但我的思想是自由的，虽然读过我的故事你可能希望我没有打扰但我会不理你，不管怎样继续。在过去的 3 年多里，我确实被自己的耳鸣所困扰，所以我整晚都开着音乐来淹没它。我和 Miley、Taylor、Eric Clapton 和 Will Young 一起睡觉，也许我应该买一张更大的床，或者买一张更好的床垫。耳鸣是一种诅咒，相信我，我知道，每天我醒来，耳鸣对我尖叫整整一个小时，直到它平静下来这就是我生命整洁版本的结束要完成这里是我的 20 本书的清单，所以far:- 1.The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker 2.Shoplife 3.Essays and Plays 4.Blogs 2011 5.300 and Not OUT 6.Shorts 2013 7.More Shorts 2014 8.Quick Stories 9.Still Alive 2015 10.Undiscovered Words 2016 11. 依然微笑 2017 12. 现在在一起 13. 新视野 14.14 向上 15.15 向下 16. 甜蜜十六岁 17. 17 再见 18. 18 新观点 19. 第 19 洞的最后一击 20. 2020 话 21. 21 门钥匙,宾果游戏 21 号门的钥匙，因此标题，到目前为止 53,000 字我现在主要写要点内容，因为耳鸣阻止我进入该区域写故事。 (c) Michael Casey 的东西，虽然我的要点比一些“作家”讨论的要好，喵。这就是为什么我梦想有一个快速打字员，这样我就可以在沙发上口述 https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC 来购买电子书从我的 WordPress 下载的韩文和阿拉伯文翻译，1000 多本其中韩语快传大受欢迎。也许朝鲜的金应该读我的书，而不是在什么上浪费他的国家资源？只是让一个人掌权，他？而不是加入现实世界并在高尔夫球场上开弦。这样我们也可以摆脱特朗普。进入日落，因为他们打高尔夫球。屠夫的眼泪将是 BBU 的续集，它也将是 600 页，但是我真的需要一个快速打字员来把它放下，而我像芭芭拉卡特兰一样坐着口述，希望我的快速打字员能给我留下深刻印象。我们会结婚，有一半的韩国孩子，和我们的 4 个新孩子组成一个 Kpop 乐队，由我担任经理。是的，这更适合我的遗愿清单，因为耳鸣让我睡不着觉，6 个月不睡到天亮真的要了我的命。 com/avatar/efda2dca0de5b9269191b7c8b0102473?s=400&d=mm查看更多帖子

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好吧，现在是 2023 年 5 月 14 日星期日，普京正在轰炸欧洲电视网，而特朗普继续撒谎，他们还没有加入阿巴致敬乐队，尽管我几年前确实写过这样的故事。

我一直躺在办公桌后面的沙发上，耳鸣在咆哮，肩部剧痛，这在我的生活中是司空见惯的。我吃了一些肉，因为我没有一点肉就觉得虚弱。所以，我吃了些牛肉，给我们的猫龙猫戴上了一个新项圈，因为那个带两个铃铛的粉红色项圈不见了。现在我要看看我是否可以写一篇新文章，然后再去厕所，这通常是由于我的 CKD。如果你读过约翰尼没有朋友，你就会读到一部我写的关于它的喜剧，变革之风拯救了这一天。我现在看了160字，晚上10点到10点，看看我能不能在一个小时内为大家写点新东西，我以前能做到。

水壶烧开的时候我想到了，看着水壶终究是不会沸腾的。时间继续前进。所以我们开始吧。当我们年轻的时候，在我的脑海里我是 20 岁，所以这解释了一些关于我的事情。随着年龄的增长，您会变得无聊，而不是我。我永远只是我。例如，昨天我离开邮局，一个年轻的小伙子在一辆汽车里，音乐很响，他的车窗摇下了。所以，我在视线范围内移动并开始跳舞，只是我的手臂，就像 Sam Smith 在他的 Abby Rd，第三张专辑中，他说假装在同性恋酒吧。所以，我在那里，像女王一样跳舞，音乐是如此响亮，Eurovison 稍后播出。等红灯变红时，司机微笑着继续开车。他叫了 3 次，这是对我的舞后表演的认可。两个留下来的印度行人哈哈大笑，我说一定要做，我就做了。 Abba 有很多事情要回答，或者只有我一个人要回答。

现在随着年龄的增长，你不会那样做，但我打算在我所做的所有事情中成为我，而不是你。或者，如果您是宗教信仰者，那么在所有事情上都是爱，那就是该做的事。停下来和陌生人交谈，虽然很快你就会出名，人们也会避开你。但他们是有资格的白人，所以他们首先值得你唾弃吗？我们毕竟是人类，通过与每个人交谈来打发时间，这不是考验。

我听到太多人说我很无聊，但他们懒得互相交谈。没有像我女儿那样学习人类学。我可以告诉你，以食物为基础的文化更有趣，我宁愿去他们家转转。人们坐得更近并彼此接触的文化，具有讽刺意味的是，当它存在时，这意味着更多的 Covid，这些文化要好得多。选择你自己的最爱。

Ditto with Music，一种有音乐的文化，唱歌、吟唱和跳舞，他们知道如何利用时间和享受时间。时间不仅仅是沙子从我们生命的沙漏中掉落到我们注定死亡的地方。时间是给我们使用的，是给我们感受生活节奏的，这让我想起戴夫艾伦的一个古老笑话，说的是一位非常擅长押韵方法的犹太鼓手，他成为了名誉天主教徒。使用时间，不要浪费它，永远不要说你很无聊。做只猫吧，顺便把龙猫放出来了，现在领子是橙色的，看看女王，跳舞不跳舞。生活是一盒巧克力，只是不要吃太多。

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忘记 AI，我是 Michael Casey（远非）完美的人

发布者michaelgcasey 16/05/2023发布于未分类编辑忘记 AI，我是 Michael Casey（远非）完美的人

忘记 AI，我是 Michael Casey（远非）完美人 (c)

由迈克尔凯西。我，哭泣

首先，我是一个 SOB，所以任何女人还想要什么，SOB 那就是我

来自凯里爱尔兰的铁匠之子，这就是 SOB

我在伯明翰，我所有人，还有很多，看我的照片

我有伤疤，所以我看起来像个海盗，没有约翰尼，但有很多深度

我也有头发回来，所以女士们晕倒了

我喜欢基思理查兹和他的吸烟者笑，我不会演奏乐器

虽然这可能会打开一扇隐喻之门，但你想要更多吗？

我肩膀宽，我不窝囊，我喜欢挤痘痘

我的腿毛茸茸的，你会放纵的，你可以剃掉它们

它可能会减少风中的阻力，虽然我穿女装

和放屁很多，而不是蒙蒂和他的垃圾邮件很多

我喜欢 Kdramas，我会娶一个韩国女孩，然后生 4 个孩子

Mathew、Mark、Luke 和 John 毕竟我是个作家

但这需要一个真正的 Kdrama 脚本才能实现

和 Dr CHA 我已经完成了第 10 集，每个人都喝醉了

我吃苹果、香蕉和橘子，这让我听起来像只猴子

虽然我更像一只银背大猩猩，但气味更浓

所以 AI AI AI 我的屁股，我很适合某人

虽然 Jokers 可以停止向我的电子邮件发送交友网站和更糟糕的信息

你需要跟我说话，对我好，然后你就可以抚摸

我的头发，永远如此柔软，就像我一样

我可以继续，但我需要在夜幕降临时出去买面包

毕竟我在白天看起来更好

我可能会被殴打，就像薯条店里的鱼一样

但我的心很年轻，我脑子里只有 20 岁

因此，我希望你们都涌向我

人工智能离现实还很远

虽然特朗普应该与气球相匹配

然后他会飘走忘却

所以我远非完美的人

但我可以跳 CanCan 并且我知道所有的单词

去红磨坊电影

这一切都是关于爱

什么是 AI 只是一个锡罐

应该在胡同里踢

所以和我共舞一夜

一个完美的男人，几乎

第一只猫是克隆猫，不是我们的

第二只猫是龙猫，我们的猫 FLUFFY

自己剪头发

来跟我说话 (c)

迈克尔·凯西

现在我在 NEC 皇冠假日酒店门口呆了 3 年，这是一家 4 星级豪华酒店，拥有 242 间客房和会议设施，这是 20 年前的事了。向打开它的 Jonathan Walker 问好。你的三个女儿好吗？我的 1 刚刚完成生物化学决赛，而较小的一个正在一所非常著名的大学做人类学，为了保护她的隐私，我不会说出它的名字。

所以我的工作是与每个人交谈，我给了他们 30 秒，然后我接近了他们。乔纳森有一次去了反对派酒店，20分钟后才有人接近他。我是弹簧加载，我们照顾客人，我们是友好的酒店。

但我的意思是，我会说话，我会和每个人交谈。我讨厌人们抱怨说他们很无聊，甚至不会把鼻子从手机上移开，或者只是抱着双臂坐着，看起来很闷闷不乐。

张开嘴

和某人说话。任何人，这不是罪过。如果你有任何爱尔兰血统，现在保持沉默是一种罪过。我不能和你说话，因为。没有因为。随便聊聊，黑人、白人、绿人、异性恋、同性恋，任何方式，任何年龄。只是说说。你会结束你的一天，也许会找到一个朋友，或者只是在你吃饭的时候洒了肉汁。

谈话会改变一切。我们如何与我们的妻子或爱人见面或交朋友，我们张开嘴巴说话。您可以通过交谈来挽救生命。商店里的那个小老太婆，或者公交车上的胖子，只要张开嘴说话，你就能发现新的现实。我总是喜欢在店里闲聊，如果他们被卡住了，我可能会像大猩猩一样为了监控摄像头而跳上跳下。前几天我做了，因为我内心有一种有趣的感觉。尽管由于胸部有棒球大小的疝气，我必须小心。

说话很有趣，就像睁开你的眼睛一样，你会观察事物，甚至发现你从来不知道存在的事物。所以抬头看看，环顾四周，看看音障，或者手机的 binkers。享受阳光，你可以写自己的歌，而不是借助 Spotify 的拐杖。

现在，耳鸣如此响亮以至于身体受到伤害，我的胸部也很痛，因为 8 年前，也就是 2015 年，为了挽救我的生命，它被一分为二。我正在听 Jean Michel Jarre 的 Revolution，它我第一次听说可能是 30 年前，甚至可能是 40 年前。 Mark Alder 愚蠢的声音大师和伟大的漫画家你现在在哪里。 Debbie W 的堂妹。

我们是 StatsMR 的一群朋友，45 年前的明天我第一次参加了地球上最伟大的节目，每个人都明白我的意思。那是我第一次学会打字的地方。那里的每个人都知道如何说话，还有更多。

所以每个人都来跟我说话，因为这是获得自由的最好方式。

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Under WC this way

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Don’t do it in the Shower Trump

For USA readers here’s the Daily Mail REPORT

It’s time to grow up, and throw Trump under the BUS

He was throwing USA under the BUS

Wouldn’t it be better if we just told FBI we don’t have anything here?’ What brazen Trump told aide about top secret state documents in 120 boxes – just one of devastating revelations in bombshell indictment that could see him jailed

Unsealed indictment has photos of files scattered across Mar-a-Lago
Boxes of sensitive papers were stacked on the ballroom bathroom and stage
Trump also told attorneys it would be ‘better’ if classified files weren’t there
He has been hit with 37 federal counts – including 31 of willful retention of national defense information

By GEOFF EARLE, DEPUTY U.S. POLITICAL EDITOR FOR DAILYMAIL.COM and EMILY GOODIN, SENIOR U.S. POLITICAL REPORTER

PUBLISHED: 18:51, 9 June 2023 | UPDATED: 21:51, 9 June 2023

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Donald Trump left classified documents scattered across his bathroom and the Mar-a-Lago ballroom stage and bragged to aides about taking military secrets, according to the stunning indictment unsealed by the Department of Justice on Friday.

Extraordinary new photos revealed in the damning filing lay out claims that Trump valet Walt Nauta walked into a storage room and found ‘Five Eyes’ intelligence files on allies including the United Kingdom and Australia spilled on the floor.

There are also multiple instances where Trump suggested it would be ‘better’ if the classified documents weren’t in Mar-a-Lago and even hinted to attorneys they should remove them.

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It also includes the full conversation he had with the write and publisher of ex-chief of staff Mark Meadows’ book where he admitted that he didn’t declassify documents on a military ‘plan of attack’.

Trump showed a classified map to someone who didn’t have security clearance – and admitted he shouldn’t be sharing it – and had files related to the U.S. nuclear program, the CIA and the Pentagon.

There are also extensive details of Trump being personally involved in moving documents between different parts of his sprawling Florida club where he has held hundreds of parties since he left office.

The former president has been hit with a total of 37 charges for his handling of classified documents, including 31 counts of Wilful Retention of National Defense Information under the Espionage Act. He will appear in a Miami court on Tuesday afternoon and has already said he will plead not guilty.

The details laid out are far more damning than first thought, and could land Trump in serious legal peril with a potential of decades in prison if he is convicted.

The remarkable takeaways from the unprecedented court filing include:

Trump made a ‘plucking’ notion to his attorney to remove ‘bad’ files
‘Wouldn’t it be better if we just told them we don’t have anything here?’ Trump told his legal team when discussing the Department of Justice investigation.
‘Did you find anything?… Is it bad? Good?’, Trump told an attorney after a search of a storage room
He bragged about not de-classifying and keeping a file on a military attack
Walt Nauta lied to the FBI when he said he didn’t know about the classified documents
Lays out a conspiracy between Trump and Naura, who is accused of removing 64 boxes from a Mar-a-Lago storage room to his residence
Nauta returned 30 boxes, leaving the rest apparently unaccounted for

Donald Trump left classified documents scattered across his bathroom and the Mar-a-Lago ballroom and bragged to aides about taking military secrets, according to the stunning indictment unsealed by the Department of Justice on Friday

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Extraordinary new photos (above) revealed in the damning filing lay out how Trump valet Walt Nauta walked into a storage room and found intelligence files on allies including the United Kingdom and Australia spilled on the floor

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In one photo, the cardboard boxes are seen stacked in front of a shower curtain and next to a sink in a Mar-a-Lago bathroom. Some of Trump's aides simply called the files 'his papers'

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In one photo, the cardboard boxes are seen stacked in front of a shower curtain and next to a sink in a Mar-a-Lago bathroom. Some of Trump’s aides simply called the files ‘his papers’

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The 49-page indictment containing details of seven separate charges paint the clearest picture of the files that Trump took with him when he left the White House.

It was released on a remarkable day of developments in the probe where Nauta was indicted and two of Trump’s top lawyers suddenly resigned.

In one photo, the cardboard boxes are seen stacked in front of a shower curtain and next to a sink in a Mar-a-Lago bathroom. Some of Trump’s aides simply called the files ‘his papers’.

Trump’s property in Palm Beach has 25 guest rooms, two ballrooms, a spa, a gift shop, a gym, office space and an outdoor pool.

Trump hosted more than 150 events including weddings, movie premieres and fundraisers that drew thousands of guests during the time frame the Department of Justice investigated.

The probe goes back to the day he left the White House on the morning of January 20, 2021, when aides started moving boxes of documents out on a flight bound for Mar-a-Lago.

The indictment says he illegally kept documents concerning ‘United States nuclear programs; potential vulnerabilities of the United States and its allies to military attack; and plans for possible retaliation in response to a foreign attack.

It also includes conversations between Trump and his attorneys about a subpoena he received, how he wanted to deal with it and asking if it was possible to tell prosecutors ‘we don’t have anything here’.

It details allegations that Nauta, one of Trump’s most trusted aides, moved over 100 boxes from storage to the former president’s private rooms.

After the grand jury issued its subpoena on May 11th, Trump met with his attorneys and told them ‘I don’t really want anyone looking through my boxes.’

He also asked ‘what happens if we just don’t respond or just don’t play ball with them?’

‘Wouldn’t it be better if we just told them we don’t have anything here,’ Trump asked his attorneys, per the indictment.

After that meeting with his attorneys, Nauta, at Trump’s direction, moved 63 boxes from the storage area to Trump’s residence in his Palm Beach social club.

A few days later he moved 50 more.

On June 2, on the day Trump attorney 1 was scheduled to review boxes in the storage room, Trump and Nauta spoke on the phone. Nauta moved about 30 boxes to the residence.

Later that after Trump attorney 1 went through the boxes and removed 38 documents with classified markings. The attorney contacted the FBI to turn them over – in compliance with the subpoena.

The attorneys told the FBI a ‘diligent search’ was conducted and all documents were turned over. The indictment charges ‘this was false.’

The indictment reveals Trump looked through several boxes of documents before they were returned to the National Archives – and he did so with the aid of Nauta.

Between November 2021 and January 2022, Nauta and another employee brought boxes of documents to Trump’s residence in the social club and sent the former president a photo to confirm they there, the indictment revealed.

Nauta told the employee that Trump was ‘working’ on the boxes. There were reports the former president went through the material before it was sent to the National Archives.

The indictment includes several text messages between Nauta and another employee about moving various boxes to the residence for Trump.

On January 17, 2022 Nauta returned 15 boxes to the archives.

The indictment charges Nauta with making false statements to investigators, where he had denied moving the boxes.

Trump played a round of golf at his Bedminster, New Jersey, club on Friday as the indictment was unsealed. He also launched a scathing attack against special counsel Jack Smith

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Trump played a round of golf at his Bedminster, New Jersey, club on Friday as the indictment was unsealed. He also launched a scathing attack against special counsel Jack Smith

Trump looked in good spirits as he hit the links with Republican Rep. Carlos Gimenez of Florida

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Trump looked in good spirits as he hit the links with Republican Rep. Carlos Gimenez of Florida

It says Trump directed Nauta to move boxes of documents ‘to conceal them from Trump’s attorney, the FBI, and the grand jury,’ and that Trump suggested his attorney ‘falsely represent’ to the FBI that Trump didn’t have documents to comply with the subpoena.

That comes after Special Counsel Jack Smith’s lawyers persuaded a judge to to compel Trump attorney Evan Corcoran to testify by citing the crime-fraud exception.

He also provided the FBI ‘just some of the documents’ and said he caused a certification falsely representing all documents had been produced.

The indictment names Nauta as a co-conspirator, noting that he served as Trump’s Navy valet as president, then went on to become his aide when he left the White House.

One shows architectural details of the White and Gold Ballroom, along with banker’s boxes of material. Documents got moved from the building’s business center to a bathroom and shower in MAL’s Lake Room, employees told the feds.

On December 7, 2021 – Pearl Harbor Day – Nauta ‘found several of Trump’s boxes fallen and their contents spilled onto the floor of the Storage Room, including a document marked ‘SECRET//REL TO USA, FVEY,’ according to the indictment.

That signified it could be released only to Five Eyes intel alliance nations including the U.S., Australia, Canada, and New Zealand.

Even if Nauta holds firm and never becomes a cooperating witness, DOJ has already obtained language from him in digital format.

‘I opened the door and found this …’ he texted ‘Trump Employee 2,’ sending an image with documents spewed on the floor with ‘visible classified information redacted.’

‘Trump’s unlawful retention of this document is charged in Count 8 of this Indictment.’

There are also multiple instances where Trump suggested it would be 'better' if the classified documents weren't in Mar-a-Lago and even hinted to attorneys they should remove them

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There are also multiple instances where Trump suggested it would be ‘better’ if the classified documents weren’t in Mar-a-Lago and even hinted to attorneys they should remove them

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The charging document contains black and white images of boxes of documents stored at Mar-a-Lago

On June 24, 2021, boxes were moved from the Lake Room to the infamous Storage Room, where DOJ officials would ultimately ask Trump to put on a new loc

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On June 24, 2021, boxes were moved from the Lake Room to the infamous Storage Room, where DOJ officials would ultimately ask Trump to put on a new loc

After the indictment was unsealed, Trump went on Truth Social to call Special Counsel Jack Smith a ‘deranged ‘psycho’ that shouldn’t be involved in any case having to do with ‘Justice,’ other than to look at Biden as a criminal, which he is!’

‘Biden moved his Boxes all over the place, including to Chinatown and up to his lawyer’s office in Boston,’ Trump added in another post.

‘Why isn’t deranged Jack Smith looking at that? Also, I supplied them openly, and without question, security tape from Mar-a-Lago. I had nothing to hide, nor do I now. Nobody said I wasn’t allowed to look at the personal records that I brought with me from the White House. There’s nothing wrong with that…. ‘

‘The unauthorized disclosure of the material ‘could put at risk the national security of the United States, foreign relations, the safety of the United States military, and human sources and the continued viability of sensitive intelligence collection methods,’ according to the indictment.

The feds say Trump ’caused’ scores of boxes, including those with classified information, to be transported to his home at Mar-a-Lago, a private club in West Palm Beach.

A photo of documents seized during the August 8 search of Mar-a-Lago was published by the Justice Department

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A photo of documents seized during the August 8 search of Mar-a-Lago was published by the Justice Department

The indictment includes a transcript of a recording where Trump claims to brandish secret information at his Bedminster golf clut

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The indictment includes a transcript of a recording where Trump claims to brandish secret information at his Bedminster golf clut

'See as president I could have declassified it,' Trump says on the tape ¿ apparently contradicting his claim that could classify information just by thinking about it and giving prosecutors material to hash out in court

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‘See as president I could have declassified it,’ Trump says on the tape – apparently contradicting his claim that could classify information just by thinking about it and giving prosecutors material to hash out in court

The documents note in dry language that Mar-a-Lago – an ‘active social club’ – was ‘not an authorized location for the storage, possession, review, display’ or discussion of classified documents.

The indictment references a previously reported event from July 2021 at his Bedminster, New Jersey golf club where he described and showed a document about a ‘plan of attack’ that he said was prepared by the Pentagon. That appeared to be a reported document about U.S. attack plan off the shelf for Iran that Trump used to try to disparage Chairman of the Joint Chiefs Gen. Mark Milley, whom he said had drawn it up.

It also says in September 2021 Trump showed a representative of his PAC, also at Bedminster, a classified map about an unidentified ‘military operation.’ He told the representative that he should not be showing it – language suggestion prosecutors could use to try to establish consciousness of guilt.

The indictment was unsealed shortly after news broke that former ‘bodyman’ and aide Walt Nauta was also being indicted, and both men’s name are listed on the charging document.

The document mentions the grand jury subpoena for information from March 2022 requiring the return of documents, and says Trump ‘endeavored to obstruct the FBI and grand jury investigations and conceal his continued retention of classified documents.’

Those designations provide a detailed counterpoint to some of the earliest clues about what the FBI uncovered at Mar-a-Lago, with descriptions to a special master revealing personal items, clothing, and even personal medical records were there. One image prosecutors revealed amid the legal slog even revealed a box filled with Time Magazine covers of Trump.

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Indictment says Trump stored plans for possible retaliation against a foreign attack

Eric Trump

Thursday, 8 June 2023

Eric Trump

So Eric was give front page Opinion Piece in today’s Daily Telegraph here in UK

WHY is free advertising allowed?

To market a golf course

Will I get a spot in The NYT

To explain, the bull in a china shop that Trump was

The fact he overcharged Secret Service when they

used his properties to guard him

Fact he lied 30,000 times while President

He can stop Putin’s Genocidal War in a day

By giving away other people’s land

Would Donald give away Florida or NY

If USA was invaded?

Does he always give away Trump brand stuff

at every Disaster he attends for Photo Opportunities

And yes, look at my TOP SECRET Holiday snaps

with Agents names on the back

I’ll leave them lying around for all to see

Its so very good of ME

And on it goes

Pence boasts Sanctimoniously

I voted for the Constitution

But what has Pence been doing for 3 Years

A nonentity

Riding a Bike

Give me Strength

A Lie is a Lie

and the Donald must be made to say

I LOST I LOST I LOST

Not 3 years of lies

What’s wrong with the GOP

Giving out Medals to cover up Lies

What’s wrong with USA

Is it love of money

As they choke in the smog of Global Warming

Which Trump does not believe in

Or are they just too busy

Putting their balls in holes

And hiding in an Archie Bunker Mentality

Discuss, or put my piece in the NYT

– June 08, 2023

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So Eric was give front page Opinion Piece in today’s Daily Telegraph here in UK WHY is free advertising allowed? To market a golf course…

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Trump Putin and something for my Arab readers

Trump flooded his Server Room

Just before FBI Raid

Putin Flooded an entire Region in Ukraine

BOTH have large egos

Discuss

God Help Us

And hello to Singapore you keep on coming back for more

I wish somebody would take my pain away

as the shoulder pain is too much for me

and Tinnitus on top

it’s no fun

so avoiding Dialysis in the Future

is an after though what with all the Pain today

At least the new bolts for my toilet seat will arrive soon

Too many explosions maybe

No Deep Flake there, everything is Reality

The cat is back to normal now, waking me up to let her out

4am this morning

Enough, you can go back to your own reality now

so much pain and tinnitus today

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well done Saudi for beating Argentina

I’ll go back to my Kdrama in a bit

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That’s your lot

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Come Talk to Me

Michael Casey from Birmingham England

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Monday, 5 June 2023

Come Talk to Me

Come Talk to Me (c)

By Michael Casey

Now I spent 3 years on the doorstep of the Crowne Plaza NEC , a 4 star deluxe hotel, 242 rooms and conference facilities, this was 20 years ago. Hello to Jonathan Walker who opened it. How are your 3 daughters. Mine, 1 has just finished BioChem Finals, and the smaller one is doing Anthropology at a very illustrious University, which I won’t name to protect her Privacy.

So my job was to TALK to everybody, I gave them 30 seconds, and then I approached them. Jonathan once went to the opposition hotel, and it was 20 mins before anybody approached him. I was spring loaded and we looked after the guests, we were the Friendly Hotel.

My point though is that I TALK, I talk to Everybody. I hate it when people moan that they are bored and won’t even take their nose out of their mobile, or just sit arms folded looking glum.

OPEN YOUR MOUTH

Speak to somebody. anybody, it’s not a sin. Silence now that is a sin if you have any Irish blood in you. I can’t speak to you, because. There is NO BECAUSE. Just talk, Black, White, Green, Straight, Gay, any which way, and any age at all. JUST TALK. You will break up your day, find a friend maybe, or just spill gravy while you are eating.

Talking changes everything and anything. How do we meet or friends our wives or lovers, we open our mouths and TALK. You can save a Life, just by talking. That little old lady in the store, or the fat man on a bus, you can discover a new reality, just by opening your mouth and talking. I always like having a natter in the store, and if they are stuck up I might just jump up and down like a Gorilla for the security camera. I did it the other day, because I had the fun feeling within me. Though I have to be careful due to the baseball size hernia in my chest.

Talking is fun, same as Opening your Eyes, you will will observe things and even spot things you never even knew existed. So Look Up, Look Around you, take of the sound barrier, or the binkers of the mobile phone. Enjoy the Sunshine, you can write your own songs, instead of using the crutch of Spotify.

Right now, the Tinnitus is so loud it physically hurts, my chest hurts too where it was broken in two to save my life with a unplanned Quadruple heart bypass 8 years ago, in 2015. I’m listening to Jean Michel Jarre’s Revolution, which I first heard maybe 30 years ago, or it could even be 40 years ago. Mark Alder silly voice master and great cartoonist where are you now. Debbie W’s first cousin.

We were a company of friends at StatsMR, and 45 years ago tomorrow I first joined the greatest show on earth, and everybody knows what I mean. That’s where I first learnt to type. And everybody there knew how to talk, and lots lots more.

So everybody Come Talk to Me, for that’s the greatest way to be FREE.

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The Russian soldier admitted shooting at Wagner group vehicles while drunk
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Mercenaries from Russia’s Wagner group have taken captive a lieutenant colonel from Vladimir Putin‘s regular forces in the latest example of bitter infighting in Russian ranks.

The captured colonel was seen hanging his head in a humiliating video posted by the Wagner group in which he confessed his ‘guilt’ and admitted to being drunk on duty after allegedly shooting at a Wagner vehicle.

This follows claims by the mercenaries that the regular Russian army targeted their ranks with mines, as a clip showed their sappers clearing the explosive devices from a road.

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Mercenaries from Russia's Wagner group have taken captive a lieutenant colonel from Vladimir Putin's regular forces

Lt. Colonel Venevitin confessed to shooting at a Wagner vehicle and disarming some of the mercenaries

Founder of Wagner private mercenary group Yevgeny Prigozhin (right) speaks with servicemen during the withdrawal of his forces from Bakhmut and the handover to regular Russian forces

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Founder of Wagner private mercenary group Yevgeny Prigozhin (right) speaks with servicemen during the withdrawal of his forces from Bakhmut and the handover to regular Russian forces

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Wagner private army mercenaries film themselves de-mining a road which they claim was mined by regular Russian troops as the mercenaries made their way back from the front

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IN Russian 4 June 2023

Sunday, 4 June 2023

Sunday Morning 4th June 2023 + Russian Translation

Воскресенье, утро 4 июня 2023 г.

4 утра кот разбудил меня, хотел зайти в мою комнату

смотреть в окно

потом пошли боли в спине и шум в ушах

так что сейчас приближается 7 утра

Я встал скорее, чтобы быть сидячей мишенью для шума в ушах

и мне пришлось влепить обезболивающее

Я попробовал новый, но он не так хорош

Поэтому я вернулся к другому

должен купить больше

так как я лучше всего удваиваюсь от боли и начинаю кричать

Если бы я не наткнулся на

ДА, ДЕЙСТВИТЕЛЬНО


Я не делаю глупостей относительно своих болезней

Итак, когда головная боль немного утихнет

Я вернусь в постель, для еще одного сеанса

Моя жизнь - рубиновый кубик, в конце концов

Мне тоже нужно заказать BT у моего терапевта

По крайней мере, я могу что-то сделать

Даже если мой день разбит

Когда шум в ушах слишком высокий

Я прячусь в этой комнате и сижу на синем диване за своим столом

С музыкой, но в темноте

Тогда поймайте дораму, когда я отдохну

Доктор ЧА я сегодня закончу, а Падший парень правда

напоминает мне парня, с которым я работал 30 лет назад

Я тоже пойду на воскресную мессу онлайн

Канада хороша, так как я придумал, как получить UTUBE на нашем телевидении.

хотя я был на мессе по всей стране и по всему миру

Благодаря Интернету

Не делает меня святым

Мне просто нужна молитва

Я мог бы быть рецензентом проповеди

Моя дочь-антрополог будет работать в гиде Мишлен

Или я должен сказать Гид Мишлен, она тоже занимается французским языком в университете

Для уровня A тестер спросил в конце: Ваши родители ФРАНЦУЗСКИЕ?

Ей нравится пробовать еду везде, поэтому я думаю, что она будет обозревателем еды.

В будущем

Я, у меня была Роу впервые за много лет прошлой ночью

Сегодня я пукаю огнем

Но, по крайней мере, это означает, что мне не нужно включать отопление.

сейчас я ем много фруктов

при СКФ 25 мне нужно

Так что всем спасибо за то, что продолжаете читать мой бред

Хотя, как в Писании, никто не оборачивается, чтобы поблагодарить меня.

Или это может быть просто я слишком похож на гориллу с четками

Или это запах пердежа и болеутоляющего

И

нужно напомнить, отправьте электронное письмо в Москву

и разжечь революцию

Это самый быстрый способ остановить геноцид Путина

Напомните Москве ЛЮБИТЬ СВОИХ СОСЕДЕЙ

200 000 русских мальчишек ПОГИБЛИ ни за что

И 1 000 000 000 000 ТРИЛЛИОНА ДОЛЛАРОВ США ПОТЕРЯНО

80 000 000 000 000 рублей, если я правильно понял

Дешевле было бы сделать простым русским

Миллионеры вместо

НО новые цари НИЧЕГО не делают для простых россиян

Смотрите на холодильник, а не на телевизор

Voskresen'ye, utro 4 iyunya 2023 g.

4 utra kot razbudil menya, khotel zayti v moyu komnatu

smotret' v okno

potom poshli boli v spine i shum v ushakh

tak chto seychas priblizhayetsya 7 utra

YA vstal skoreye, chtoby byt' sidyachey mishen'yu dlya shuma v ushakh

i mne prishlos' vlepit' obezbolivayushcheye

YA poproboval novyy, no on ne tak khorosh

Poetomu ya vernulsya k drugomu

dolzhen kupit' bol'she

tak kak ya luchshe vsego udvaivayus' ot boli i nachinayu krichat'

Yesli by ya ne natknulsya na

DA, DEYSTVITEL'NO


YA ne delayu glupostey otnositel'no svoikh bolezney

Itak, kogda golovnaya bol' nemnogo utikhnet

YA vernus' v postel', dlya yeshche odnogo seansa

Moya zhizn' - rubinovyy kubik, v kontse kontsov

Mne tozhe nuzhno zakazat' BT u moyego terapevta

Po krayney mere, ya mogu chto-to sdelat'

Dazhe yesli moy den' razbit

Kogda shum v ushakh slishkom vysokiy

YA pryachus' v etoy komnate i sizhu na sinem divane za svoim stolom

S muzykoy, no v temnote

Togda poymayte doramu, kogda ya otdokhnu

Doktor CHA ya segodnya zakonchu, a Padshiy paren' pravda

napominayet mne parnya, s kotorym ya rabotal 30 let nazad

YA tozhe poydu na voskresnuyu messu onlayn

Kanada khorosha, tak kak ya pridumal, kak poluchit' UTUBE na nashem televidenii.

khotya ya byl na messe po vsey strane i po vsemu miru

Blagodarya Internetu

Ne delayet menya svyatym

Mne prosto nuzhna molitva

YA mog by byt' retsenzentom propovedi

Moya doch'-antropolog budet rabotat' v gide Mishlen

Ili ya dolzhen skazat' Gid Mishlen, ona tozhe zanimayetsya frantsuzskim yazykom v universitete

Dlya urovnya A tester sprosil v kontse: Vashi roditeli FRANTSUZSKIYe?

Yey nravitsya probovat' yedu vezde, poetomu ya dumayu, chto ona budet obozrevatelem yedy.

V budushchem

YA, u menya byla Rou vpervyye za mnogo let proshloy noch'yu

Segodnya ya pukayu ognem

No, po krayney mere, eto oznachayet, chto mne ne nuzhno vklyuchat' otopleniye.

seychas ya yem mnogo fruktov

pri SKF 25 mne nuzhno

Tak chto vsem spasibo za to, chto prodolzhayete chitat' moy bred

Khotya, kak v Pisanii, nikto ne oborachivayetsya, chtoby poblagodarit' menya.

Ili eto mozhet byt' prosto ya slishkom pokhozh na gorillu s chetkami

Ili eto zapakh perdezha i boleutolyayushchego

I

nuzhno napomnit', otprav'te elektronnoye pis'mo v Moskvu

i razzhech' revolyutsiyu

Eto samyy bystryy sposob ostanovit' genotsid Putina

Napomnite Moskve LYUBIT' SVOIKH SOSEDEY

200 000 russkikh mal'chishek POGIBLI ni za chto

I 1 000 000 000 000 TRILLIONA DOLLAROV SSHA POTERYANO

80 000 000 000 000 rubley, yesli ya pravil'no ponyal

Deshevle bylo by sdelat' prostym russkim

Millionery vmesto

NO novyye tsari NICHEGO ne delayut dlya prostykh rossiyan

Smotrite na kholodil'nik, a ne na televizor

Sunday Morning 4th June 2023

4am the cat woke me up, wanted to come in my room

to look out the window

then the back pain and Tinnitus descended

so now it’s approaching 7am

I got up rather that be aa sitting target for the Tinnitus

and I had to slap on pain killer

I tried a new one, but it’s not as good

So I reverted to my other one

must buy more

as I’m best double in pain and screaming would begin

If I did not slap in on

YES REALLY

I don’t do BS regarding my illnesses

So when the headache subsides a bit

I’ll go back to bed, for another session

My life is a rubic cube after all

I need to book a BT too at my GP

As least I can do something

Even if my day if split

When Tinnitus is too high

I hide in this room and sit on the blue sofa behind my desk

With music on, but otherwise in the dark

Then catch a Kdrama when I’m rested

Dr CHA I’ll finish today, and the Fall Guy really

reminds me of a guy I worked with 30 years ago

I’ll catch Sunday Mass online too

Canada is good, as I worked out how to get UTUBE on our TV

though I’ve been to Mass all over the Country and all over the World

Thanks to the Internet

Does not make me Holy

I’m just in need of Prayer

I could be a Sermon Reviewer

My Anthropologist daughter will work for Michelin Guide

Or should I say Guide Michelin, she is doing French at University too

For the A Level the tester asked at the end, Are your Parents FRENCH

She likes trying food everywhere, so I think she’ll be a food reviewer

In the Future

Me, I had Roe for the first time in years last night

Today I’m farting fire

But at least it means I don’t need to put the heating on

I do eat lots of fruit nowadays

with a GFR of 25, I need to

So thank you one and all for continuing to read my rubbish

Though like in Scripture , nobody turns back to thank me

Or it could just be I look too much like a Gorilla with a Rosary

Or is it the smell of Farts and Pain Killer

AND

need I remind you, send an email to Moscow

and stir up a Revolution

It’s the quickest way to stop Putin’s Genocide

Remind Moscow to LOVE THEIR NEIGHBOURS

200,000 Russian boys DEAD for NOTHING

ANd 1,000,000,000,000 a TRILLION US DOLLARS WASTED

80,000,000,000,000 Roubles if I got the figures right

It would have been cheaper to make ordinary Russians

Millionaires instead

BUT the new Czars do NOTHING for ordinary Russians

Look at the Fridge not the TV

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Post Trump Words 3rd Nov 2020

By Michael Casey

This is everything after Trump

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By Michael Casey

The Morning Afterwards ©

By Michael Casey

Well it’s a few days after the USA Election, and I start a new container file for my words, as Word cannot handle 1,640,000 words or so, which means the dustbin of my words with now be two dustbins. I did tell Microsoft before when 1,000,000 words seemed to be too much. So here and now I’m telling them I’ve hit the roof again. Feel free to give me free Word for life on multiple devices. Though I won’t hold my breath, it’s more likely Jeff Bezo gives my daughters free books for life, or the Pope, Trump and Putin really were in a band with Theresa May. Though I did write a story about a band with all 4 in.

Reality can really be stranger than fiction, hang on a second, a Yul Bremner, Kojak look alike is at my door, who ordered pizza?

So I want to amuse you all, and cheer us all up, the USA Election has been so draining, through the swamp still remains, and I’m over here in Birmingham England. The view from afar seems no better. But thank God multiple vaccines are arriving, and Warp speed did NOT fund it. Let’s be honest about it. So the day my Angel Gabriel arrived from Greece was the same day the vaccine news arrived, yesterday 9th Nov 2020.

So everybody has a sore head, and a huge sigh of relief goes up the world over. So how many morning afterwards have you had? My Kdrama about shoes, I do I do revolved around a one night stand, as usual it was very funny, and did remind us a woman does not need a man to depend on. She can decide for herself. Though in Kdrama land there are many many twists and turns, which are very funny, as well as being touched with pathos. An older woman, with a whimp of a man, what should she do, and did love grow afterwards, instead of first. I really do recommend Kdramas, I watch in Korean with subtitles, but you could change the settings.

There are other morning afterwards, alcohol and celebrations can cause regrets, but sometimes you really do need to do things, My Way, and have no regrets. You can spend your life putting up with rubbish, a bad boss, or another kind of bully. You bite your lip or say nothing, so the bully gets bigger. I’m more assertive now than when I was younger, they say you mellow with age, for me “rage” is bigger now compared to when I was younger. Before I had a target, saving to get a house, then working hard for my young kids, working long shifts galore, 14 years of nights included, up to 12 hours on a night shift too.

But you do what you have to do for your target and for your family, as you watch others drink, smoke and more while you do the chores. Now I’m just the penniless Writer sitting here talking to you all, I’m at home, all I can do is write, as my pained life edges forward to what? More pain, and lots and lots of words. Though I do want to make you smile and laugh, so I’ll mine my memories and put pictures in your head. I do look more like Santa now if I don’t shave, like in yesterday’s photo with Gabriel my new Angel from Greece. So when I go to the shops dressed in red, passing children wonder is that Santa, mommy? Still wearing my shades, like a bad Santa. And the quick-thinking mothers tell their kids to behave or Santa won’t come.

Quick thinking cats, attack the turkey at Christmas, my own mum had to hide our turkey in the pantry, and cut out a piece where Jean our black cat had gotten to it, or else throw it all away. That same cat always knew when it was Sunday because she got the giblets from the chicken for 20 years, starting nearly 60 years ago. Jean also climbed our tiny box Christmas tree and it came tumbling down, otherwise she sat on the old box tv, as all the valves made it hot, cat not on a hot tin roof, but on a switched off tv, an early tv critic. And when she poohed indoors when used the same corner of the living room. Totoro my cat, is cleverer and poohs in the bath, she is self-taught, because she is bright, a bilingual cat.

I could go on about cats, instead I’ll direct you to The Bad Cat that Wasn’t which is a nice story, touched with sadness, but still a good read. As well as my Lech Boris and Gregorgi stories, my Slav friends really do make me laugh, and any Russian readers should hit Translate and try the stories with Polish/Ukrainian/Russian first cousins from Popaloffoff. One day a cartoon or even live action film could be made, so Putin make it so.

Also look at the Queens Gambit a series on tv, where the finale is so great, playing chess in the park with old Russian men, was truly wonderful. We are blessed nowadays with so much choice, so Covid times have been a curse, but the silver lining has been the tv. Yes, I know what you are all saying, but you have to be positive, otherwise our Spirits will stay in the dumps. We must all rise again, the morning after Covid, there is Sunshine again. From the flowers in the dirt we will look to the stars again.

The Nobel Art of Advertising ©

By Michael Casey

I had a strange email yesterday from a real proper company, they know who they are, and it was in Chinese. Then today I had a retraction from the same company, saying not to worry. I get loads of rubbish in many languages, it’s my own fault because I have loads of Translations of my books and stories on my WordPress https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/ so I can annoy the world. Korea is looking at me bigtime at the moment, whether that’ll lead to anything only time will tell. So the world assumes I’m multilingual, ok the hackers and jokers send me rubbish in many languages. It does say English only on my site, if I can Google translate then so can they. I do write everything in English, my mother tongue after all. Anyway because of that stray email yesterday I am talking about this today. But before I forget, I just delete any email stating people are dying, or they work in a bank. I just click phishing and hopefully they lose their email account and/or the police come and take them and their $100,000,000 dollars away, along with their monopoly set.

Which brings me back to Advertising, but first I have to close the windows it’s cold, my daughter came back from 6th form college and burnt her dinner in the kitchen, and the stink has spread to here, the “study” I opened then window and the stink got stronger, my daughter said it was better than my B.O. or my aftershave, but I digress. So why do we Advertise? To promote and sell. Obviously I’m no good at selling, otherwise I’d be living in Harborne the posh zone in Birmingham. I’ll stay here till I die, which some days feels very close, but my back is healing now after 2 weeks, but I’m walking around like Groucho Marx at the moment, and I can only stand for a minute or so before the pain is too much. I hurt my back 10 years ago and it clicks out randomly, the appointment for the back hospital arrived the day I got out of the heart hospital after my heart bypass, so much for Ying and Yang. Maybe if I have more children, me and my imaginary Korean Kpop wife, we’ll call our daughters Ying Casey and Yang Casey.

Advertising is for selling and sharing. Churches have signs, give us our daily bread, as do bakers for jam donuts. By advertising you make money, and then you can live your life of luxury. Though as I’d said before I’d donate away money, if I earnt any, all you need is enough, then share the rest. But let’s get back to advertising. How you dress is a form of advertising, the selfie is the ultimate advert. Look at me I’m so great, are you jealous. As girls pout and stick out their bum, but my bum is bigger and tighter and firmer, no cellulite on mine. Though mine is hairier, perhaps I should advertise for Harry’s the perfect bum shave, though they do say their razor is not suitable for heads, what about bums? Should I send them and email and ask. Or is there a whole new career path ahead.

What else could I advertise? Toilet paper, I use enough, so I am an expert. Look at the sheets, sheets I said, count the sheets, as some offers are not as good as others. And if you want my expert bum opinion Kirkland paper is the best, sheet per sheet, it goes a long long way, and is better value than Andrex the leader here in UK. You’ll all be looking at Amazon right now. And don’t forget Baby Wipes don’t flush away, they just block and flood, as a friend had a flood because somebody used Baby Wipes, and then blocked and flooded. Yes there was a big stink about that.

Here in UK, humour is used more to sell stuff, it is claimed some of our adverts are better than imported TV programmes. Yes, I would love to write for adverts and I am available for a four figure sum. And here’s and example, so if you want me to write for you. Michael Casey is the FAT silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham, that’s BirmingUM as in England. What can we say about him, he’s so adorable, and you chose him he’ll keep you laughing, and you’ll have beautiful children with soft silvery hair. He’s such a catch, with scars everywhere like a pirate, a chest scar that is ever so long, with a delicious balloon like hernia poking through his bypass scar, which fills with air like a balloon, and if you make Michael Casey laugh he’ll cry, in pain, as it hurts when he laughs. Such fun to see. And when he takes off his trousers you’ll see his scars on his legs, where veins were harvested to go into his heart. See a fine figure of a man, scared to save his life, from ankles to his naughty bits. But his legs are so strong, topped off, topped off, not Topol, by a firm and large derriere. Beyonce was sent a silhouette and she was so envious, she hid hers with a Jersey, or was it JayZee. Then moving up his frame a very hairy left shoulder, an A3 size brown birthmark covered in hair. Are you getting palpitations ladies, or even men reading this. Could you control your lust, would you, could you, must you, you just had too. The 9 months later, small Michaels arrive. Or is this advertising so bad and terrible you’d just use it to wipe your bum with. Have I no hope, no future of being a father to more? What’s that knock at the door, is it a suitor, or just Amazon delivering more toilet paper.

K-dramas and Me ©

By Michael Casey

Well as promised, my bad back healing and a shaved face, I now have my bum in place, here on my chair, so if you are sitting comfortably then I’ll begin. What is a K-drama, it’s a Korean soap, a kind of 16 hour long mini-series. It’s not a hot and steamy thing on the Internet. It’s a family orientated soap, like Coronation Street here in UK. Though K-dramas are shot like James Bond, with lots of high-end stuff, and plenty of product placing, though as I’m poor I wouldn’t know what product had been placed. The standard of living is so much higher over in Korea too. Such as folding phones from Samsung, 2000 quid, I googled and nearly fell off the toilet. No I’m not Trump I never use a phone when I’m dumping or pumping. I am watching Go Ara in the piano series at the moment and those fancy phones are being used, so I googled. So you can see the high-end qualities of what’s in the series. Korea is a land of hills too, as there are always people walking up and down hills.

The fashion is great too, it’s like people from a James Bond, all in a mini- series. When I was in Shanghai once we did see a scene being filmed in the street, obviously they waited till I walked out of shot before they continued filming. And yes K-dramas are better than the Chinese series we use to watch, so these past 2 years, since we moved to the new house I have discovered and enjoyed my K-dramas.

Now the girls are really pretty in K-drama land, the boys look like male models too. They study for up to 5 years before the debut, that’s why the singing and acting is so good. The format is love, and loss and love again, waiting for the first kiss, it might take 8 episodes, before the couple kiss, there’s no coupling, just kissing. So the anticipation grows, until with a rush of music and a background song, the kissing starts. Its different to Bollywood, you’d have to ask your Indian friends to explain the difference for you.

The swell of music and the kiss, the heart breaks and the breakups and finally the return to true love. Kind of Soppy but not. It’s all so very funny, like the gang of ladies in the hairdressers in La La Land in the piano K-drama I’m watching right now. There are also car crashes and action too, watch K2, that was great as well, Yoona was in it, and yes she was my first K-drama love. Then there was the one about the Ghost catchers, the Pop star who came from the past to the future. The Robot girl, the man who was too sensitive, not forgetting the Shoe soap and many many more. The girls are so pretty and the boys so tough. The stories are so full of twists and turns, all with a loud soundtrack and motifs. The accent can be very strong and loud, almost like a comic book, but generally it’s normal but in Korean, so I watch with subtitles, you could change the settings for your own tastes. And when the girls cry, and there’s always tears, it breaks your heart, and even the male actors cry sometimes too. Those tears will wash any doubts away, it just has got to be K-drama.

So that’s why I dream of a speed typist from Korea, who’ll type up Tears for a Butcher for me, though I’d probably need back expert too. Then we marry and have 4 kids and form our very own Kpop band. Though all this is just in my head, and in Never Never Land, so Go Ara will never arrive, as we lost the piano when we moved house….

When Santa’s Angels Came to the Rescue ©

By Michael Casey

Santa was sad, even he had caught Covid 19, he thought he was safe at the North Pole, but no, he caught Covid 19. So how could he get on his slay and deliver presents, besides which, what about all those grandparents who were sheltering and may not see their grandkids this Christmas. It was all so sad, Santa just wanted to cry and ask for a cuddle from his mom. He sniffled and Rudolf pushed his fleece back to cover him more, Rudolf was worried too, nobody had a clue what to do. Rudolf sneaked out of the giant igloo and would have cried, he had to hide his tears from Santa, a reindeer must always be strong. Rudolf looked to the skies, overhead a shooting star passed by. But it was not a shooting star, it was the Space Station.

Rudolf was inspired, the Dragon Capsule had filled the space station with men, so they could take turns to help him. Rudolf flew skyward, his red nose flashing, SOS, SOS, SOS, which as you know means Save Our Santa, Save Our Santa, Save Our Santa. The spacemen thought they were seeing things, but the Monk was reading a Christmas Carol to them from the comfort of his study. And as they excitedly said Rudolf was flashing them, he took the photos of Santa from beneath his 1st Edition a Christmas Carol. In an instant, he knew what had to be done, the three cousins from Papaloffoff would have to go to the North Pole and help Save Santa.

Now how could a retired USA general get Russia to help. The Monk rang a number and then did not speak, he just tapped his thumb on the phone, in Morse Code he asked a friend for a favour. Could Vladimir get the three cousins to the North Pole. Now Vladimir was just a janitor, or so he claimed, but he had fingers in many pies. So when he heard morse, of course he’d help. No words had been spoken, nothing had been said, just tap tap tapping, on his special phone that his friend had given him years before. One day we’ll save the world with this phone the monk had whispered. The phone was stuck to the back of a icon of Mary, a gift from one super power to another, from brother to brother.

The Monk smiled, he had the exact same icon on the wall in his private office, you see icons have power, because they are painted with love and prayer. The Monk went back to bedtime stories for spacemen. Meanwhile, a helicopter descended on Popaloff, and with little discussion the three cousins were away. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi were given Artic weather kit and told to dress quick. Alexi Goodenoff whispered, these orders are from on high, you have to Save Santa, he saved you now its your turn to save him. All dressed in white with googles on, a bottle of vodka each they transferred to a plane. You can drink the vodka now explained Alexi Goodenoff, for what they were about to do was insane, and only a madman a fool or a man from Popaloffoff would dare do it. James Bond himself would say I should cocoa if asked to do such a dangerous thing. The 3 cousins would jump from a plane straight onto the North Pole ice shelf, they would have skis on and only Rudolf’s flashing nose would be their beacon. Santa needed help, and only they would do.

Now back in Papaloff, the icons glowed, the love, the power the prayer was there with the boys. You can take a man out of Papaloffoff, but Papaloffoff is always in the man. So the power was pulsing through them, as was the 2 litres of vodka they had each downed in one. It can be very cold at the North Pole after all. With that Alexi Goodenoff pushed them out of the plane as it slowed and came in low. Rudolf flashed and with his mates they dragged the slay behind the. It was close, but Rudolf was a pro, they caught the three cousins as they fell from the sky. With a belch, and a bump and a fart, Lech, Boris, and Gregorgi were safe in the slay. Two litres of vodka each, was a great way of relaxing, so they instantly fell asleep. They awoke to find themselves in front of Santa, they hugged. Santa was wearing a space suit, to make sure he did not spead Covid 19 to them.

So you see boys I just don’t have the energy, what with all Covid 19 and all that. So Rudolf thought you could help, and because the Elves caught Covid 19 too, I don’t have any presents either. But Love is all you need, slurred the 3 cousins, who had not yet sobered up after the 2 litres of vodka each. We should just give everybody Angels this Christmas, that’s enough, Angels we have heard on high. As they said this a mother cried, and her tears spilled all over the floor like pearls, so it was decided by the King. This Christmas everybody the world over would be a special angel from Santa, or rather Lech, Boris and Gregorgi.

The cousins were told all they had to do was stick the Angels to the windows, no climbing down chimneys as they were all too big, besize Santa has magic powers that allowed him to get down chimneys, and sadly with Covid 19, it might be best not to enter the world’s houses. Again a mother cried, and on high stars shot by. This evil pest, Covid 19 was doing it’s very best to hurt everybody. But the boys from Papaloffoff were on a mission, and as they flew through the sky, icons in the East began to glow, in the North, in the South and in the West. In Churches and in book stores, and in private collections hidden in bank vaults, the Icons, the Holy Icons were coming alive. You see this was no tale like A Christmas Carol. Tonight Prayer and Hope and Love would descend from Heaven above, and Covid 19 could go to Hell.

Norad tracks Santa every Christmas, but this Christmas Santa seemed to be very erratic, popping up or is it Popaloffoffing up here there and everywhere, until finally Santa seemed to split into three. Norad did not understand, but the Monk and Vladimir the janitor knew, and as they each drunk their cocoa, with vodka in, they smiled and the icons in their rooms glowed. You see, a mother’s tears this Christmas time had all her prayers answered.

At each house an Angel was stuck to a window, Angels we have heard on high, singing gloria in excelsis deo. Andrew Graham Dixon the greatest British art expert was in the bathroom shaving when there was a knock at the window, he opened it so see Lech throw an Angel at him. Then a few minutes later Boris was there with another Angel, then a few minutes more Andrew Graham Dixon had a third knock, it was Gregorgi with a third Angel, Gregorgi did steal a stay can of Guinness that was sat on the window ledge. Andrew Graham Dixon looked like Santa with shaving foam all over his face. He laughed, it must have been the pudding.

So on, the boys from Papaloffoff flew, 3 parts drunk still, but still delivering Angels everwhere. Now you won’t believe what happened next. Yes, they fell asleep, and 3 became one, or rather all three of them were back in the slay. In the morning the world over people delighted in seeing angels at their windows. Perfect angels, icon like angels. Now the thing is, as Mary looked at her angel, she began to cry, if only grandpa was here. And grandpa looked at his angel, if only I could see my granddaughter Mary, she’d love this angel. And so she did, and so grandpa did. As they both said it simultaneously a hologram, or perhaps a Holygram appeared. Grandpa was really there with Mary, and Mary was really there with grandpa. You see the power of love, and pray, icon style. Mary really was with her grandpa in his house, and grandpa was with Mary in her house.

Now this happened the world over, just think of me and I’ll be there, reach out and say my name with a prayer and I’ll be there. So by the power of Angels everybody was together, even though they were apart. That’s what icons do. Now maybe I was wrong about the 2 litres of vodka each, perhaps it was not vodka after all. Maybe just maybe it was Holy Water, so the three cousins had breathed Holy Water everywhere, and it was a Blessing so Families could be together.

There is one footnote. When Andrew Graham Dixon checked his three Angels, because he was a friend of Popaloffoff that’s why he got three, he discovered they were in fact long lost treasure. Three Angels, a set that belonged back in Saint Petersburg, so after he cried with delight he returned them to Vladimir the janitor in Moscow. Who gave him permission to film anywhere and everywhere he liked, because if you know the janitor, any door can open.

Hello, hello ©

Michael Casey

This will be the last piece to go into 2020 Words, which will have me in a “mask” on the cover, we are in Year of The Covid after all. Trump hopefully will exit stage right, far right. And we will never see him again. He has corrupted everything he has touched, and now we have Georgia on my Mind.

I always have a title and then away I go, so I had a title for this and I knew the spots to join and where it would take me, and you. However I get loads of ideas, so this will be a 3rd idea, and we’ll see together where I go. I’ve been in pain from my back for a month now, but at least I can walk about the house. I have not been down the hill or out of the house for a month. Yes, I have to avoid Covid 19, what with my health record, but I just would not have been able to go anywhere such is/was the pain. Anyway I discovered an old “Flasher Mac” in my wardrobe, and I’m using it as a walking duvet, and it’s really warm, though I would not wear the “Flasher Mac” outside. I recycle everything, always have done for 50 years and more, so it makes me smile when folks lecture, have they new been poor? Do they have no imagination? Don’t throw-away, use again, or give away, or the mean sell you their S*&%, to paraphrase my dad, or to be exact, people are so mean they wouldn’t sell you their S*&%.

What’s that got to do with anything? Well I’m forming an idea as I write, make it up as I go along, but I do have an enormous reservoir, so I just tap it. My dad I remember used to say Hello Dear, how are you? Only a father of six can say that, without it being misconstrued, one uncle a farmer user to say, Hello Michael my darling young man as he slapped my knee in a bar, he was a father of five by the way. So a Hello, really does make a difference. I myself in my hotel days, Crowne Plaza Birmingham NEC, 2002 to 2005, I used to boom hello at everybody. I was like a puppy dog welcoming everybody. And I was told by the guests I was the best thing in the hotel, I’ll allow myself to reveal the truth, no flasher mac included, now that it’s so long ago. And yes it was the most Welcoming of Hotels.

Down the hill, I enjoy saying hello when I do go to the shops, and old Annie up the road from our house says she goes down for the company, she is 80 plus now. It is all these little social interactions which form the chattering cement of our society, and yes I coined that phrase in 1987 when I first wrote The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker, just in case anybody wants to call me a thief of words. Chattering cement binds us, and in the old days in the butcher’s there as a chair to sit on for any weary customer, and that too is in my comic novel. Maybe it’s because of the style, the ordinary people that it’s read in translation, up to 10 different languages on the same day, and I have readers in 80 countries now. It is the universality of things that make them popular, though I may be dead before any recognition comes. So long as my daughters read all my files, then they have part of me with them forever.

People say hello, and fat farty Frank is missed because his echo was not there one day. I didn’t reach for the air freshener today, why’s that? Has anybody seen Frank, you mean fat farty Frank. No, I was wondering why I did not have to open a window. Now that was option 2 of a story I could have written, but instead you are getting option 3, as a test you can write a one page story for yourselves, then translate it into English for Queens, not that Marg, ever reads my stuff, Marg stands for butter, or is it Majesty. I’d tell anybody to kiss my a*&^ if they wanted to be called Majesty. You can make a stink about that, and yes fat farty Frank had fallen downstairs, but the shopkeepers came and found him. Just as in The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker the shopkeepers save the day, and the life of a child, you can read the book for yourselves via my wordpress https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/

or even buy my original English on Amazon https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

So why is a hello so important? It means we recognise each other, we notice each other, we are not a company of strangers. StatMR where in 1978 I started in computers, market research into alcohol sales, yes really. It was renown as a company of friends, people did not want to go home, and such was nature of the work it involved long long hours. I could list all the names, but they know who they are, I’ll just say hello to Gill with a G, because I liked what she said about my writing, I lead people up the garden path.

So this Covid 19, 2020 year, has brought some of us to our knees, but on your knees can be a very interesting position. I could list what I mean, but some of you are ahead of me, so I’ll just leave it there as Gill slaps me. I was talking about tying up my shoelaces, it’s all in your mind, on y soit qui mal y pense. Now make way at the bar, StatsMR are here to do their after work, market research into alcohol. So you say hello to them as I say good bye to Covid 19.

Old Clothes for New ©

By Michael Casey

I haven’t written a story story in a while, so here goes. This will in fact be going into my 21st full book, 21 Door Keys, I’ve just named it, so come back in a year and I’ll have 200 pages or so for you, or 100,000 words, but only God knows. And how did I get the idea, I had nothing seconds ago, well my small daughter sat at her desk next to mine remarked on my old Flasher Mac, that I’m wearing to keep warm. And that was a spark which will become a story, so if you are sitting comfortably then I’m begin.

Gerry worked in the Charity shop, he sorted and hung all the clothes up on hangers, and tidied up after the rush. The rush mainly being Old Folks looking for a bargain, it was not like Primark with knickers discarded everywhere, or the back of the Old Hens Nest bar, where knickers also used to get discarded, but that’s another story. No Gerry was no Pacemaker, though he did have a pacemaker inside of him, so he avoided standing too close to the radio. All in all though he liked his job, 3 days a week in the warm of the shop, so he saved on heating where he lived in a Tower Block.

There were benefits working in the Charity shop, when old old stock was dirty he could buy it even cheaper. So all shades and fashions became his passion, he had a washing machine and knew how to use it, so he ended up, a very dedicated follower of Fashion. There was a 6th Form nearby, and a retirement village too, so a whole variety of clothes landed at the Charity shop, Gerry mixed and matched and became not an Englishman in New York, more like a dandy from Birmingham. George Melly, but without the belly, though he did know how to have his hat at an angle. He watched Jools Holland on tv, and learnt all the tricks, to stand with attitude and make clothes sing, it was a music show after all.

So all this meant turned up at the shop looking different every day, almost gay but happier. Gay means happy by the way if you are younger that 50 you may not even know that. Trevor was Gay, he was a gay Gay, always with a smile on his face, he also did a day at Charity shop, obviously he and Gerry hit it off. Trevor was studying Fashion at the Uni down the road, and he could ponder the world while he worked in the Charity shop, it also gave him ideas for his fashion. He could also buy up the old old stock and transform it into something new. So two and two makes four, and don’t shut that door, because they liked the air to flow through the Charity shop. Trevor needed a model, and Garry was roped in. I should also say people thought Gerry and Trevor were an odd couple, or father and son, and that’s how it begun.

Gerry could pose, he was a very good old poser, too much Later with Jools Holland ensured that. He even started to wear black eyeliner so he’d look better in the snaps and videos for Trevor’s Book of Clothes. And yes Trevor was a great designer too, and with Gerry he was a pacemaker, but the Fashion crew at Uni were a great big family so Gerry felt so happy there. He appeared in more and students Books of Clothes.

Things went swimmingly and he even met Miss Himmingly, who wore juicy red lipstick and fishnet tights and a beret, the beret rotated in different colours of the rainbow. But otherwise she was Oh La La French, with a pencil tight skirt and a red leather jacket. That was her look and she didn’t give a hoot what other people thought, she was Miss Oh La La, in fact that’s what everybody called her, through her dark sunglasses.

Gerry’s life had blossomed, he was as happy as Larry, maybe even as happy as Larry Grayson, now he never had a grey day, just a gay “son”, so it was Fashion week and he was asked to join the catwalk. This meant lots of quick changes, but Miss Himmingly said it would go swimmingly, she’d stand behind the curtains and tear off his clothes to help him get ready. Almost like a scene from White Chicks. So that’s what she did, he walked the walk, and she tore the clothes off his back. But in the excitement and confusion, he lost his own clothes. So Miss Himmingly said he could wear he French mac and she’d give his a drive home in her 2CV. So that’s what they did.

On the 13th floor, and it was a Friday, Gerry let Miss Oh La La in, and he gave her back her mac. Now if you spend an evening ripping the clothes off a man it can be very arousing. So Miss Oh La La suggested as she had ripped his clothes off repeatedly in the name of Fashion, then he should do the same. Gerry thought it as a bit of a joke, but he complied with her wishes, until she was naked before him. The she removed his long johns. The urge was out, she had known him as a model, now she’s know him as a man. Was it wrong, on Friday 13th to give away to gay abandon. Oh La La Miss Himmingly, she wore sunglasses to hide her heartbreak from a past love, now she’d throw them away and always be happy and gay. You see, Garry may have a pacemaker, but he knew all about rhythm, too much Jools Holland and Later no doubt.

Miss Himmingly asked, do you think I’m a tart? NO, said Gerry the Urge will out, and now it’s Time for both of us. Besides our kids can all have little berets and I could grow a pencil moustache. Oh La La, and the 13th became the 14th and the 15th. For three days they were at it, until Gill from StatsMR who lived next door, banged on the door and threw a bucket of ice cold water on them, steam rose.

And that’s how Gerry and his pacemaker, became a pacemaker and got a wife, yes she was 30 years younger, but Love is Love. The Charity shop closed down, but Miss Himmingly took over the lease and sold her Fashion students’ clothes in the store. They did design a nursing bra for her, in kinky red latex, they were Fashion students after all, and actually that design was a big hit. So that’s a true love story, and you never know when Love will comes acalling, you an shut that door now, it’s a bit chilly.

Finding a Wife for my Son ©

By Michael Casey

Now as you all know Esther is a friend of Mrs Murphy, a dear friend now, if you remember they met by accident. Mrs Murphy’s daughter in law’s dad was at Rotary thing and an astronaut came to give a speech and help raise money. He mentioned space blankets and Mr Kemp wondered where he could get one for his daughter’s Irish mother in law. The astronaut had laughed, but when he heard about Mrs Murphy praying so much and catching a chill his radar had come on. So on leaving he went back to Mr Kemp and shook his hand, he palmed him a name card and on the back he had written, tell Mrs Murphy to call this number. The number was Esther’s, she was a woman who lacked nothing, her son was a space zillionaire, making satellites and so forth. Esther collected friends, true real friends who she could share gossip with, who weren’t brown nosing to get close to son. So astronauts and everybody were unofficially friend hunters. If you have all the money in the world, friends, true friends were pearls of great price. So Mrs Murphy had rung the number thinking it was a discount store or something, Esther had played along, as she brought up a satellite feed and told Mrs Murphy she has a few slates missing, on the back of her back chimney. This later led to Esther and Tiny arriving for the miracle birth of triplets, which in turn led to Malta, but you can find those stories, as well as well as When the Sergeant Major kissed the General, which only happened because Esther has found not one but two coding geniuses, while she was on the way to Malta after the miraculous triplet birth. Simple really, maybe this writer is destined for Korea, as it all sounds like Kdrama, but I digress.

Esther’s son was a maths wiz, and Esther herself loved poker, and still does, but to find the seed money for her son’s first idea Esther had played poker and beaten everybody including the local Mafia bosses. Being beaten by a little Jewish lady was a shame, so they kept inviting her back, and she kept beating them, but Mafia never know when to call it a day. Esther has looked at the statue of the Madonna in the back room where they played cards, and said to herself, listen Mary as one Jew to another, you help me and I’ll help you.

Esther never lost a game to the Mafia, so she soon had enough seed money for her teenage son’s first idea. Her son became a millionaire, and after that he didn’t need anybody else, as money begats money. Esther was true to her promise, so Saint Jude’s got an anonymous benefactor, appeal after appeal was answered. As for the Mafia, they begged her to continue playing poker, so she did, it was a bit of fun after all. Until they all got busted, and went to Sing Sing, they thought their families would suffer, but Esther sent them each a postcard. A friend in need is a friend in deed, love Esther and Saint Jude. You can guess the rest.

So the years past, and her son went from millionaire to billionaire, always so busy, he never had time for a wife. Italian girls were nice, Esther knew many, thanks to her poker playing, and connections with Saint Jude’s. She knew lots of Jews too, down the Temple they all wanted to meet her son, but none seemed good enough. When there was a girl who could be daughter in law material Esther had them followed by satellite and on foot by ghosts. There would be no gold diggers trapping her son. There were several really nice girls, and she was about to introduce them to her son, but there always was a but. One was about to be mugged, but the ghost intervened and broke bones of all 4 of them. I should explain, special forces were the level of ghost Esther used. A bit like, James Bond, or Jason Bourne, or Rambo and Terminator, they were Esther’s boys. So on this occasion it was James Bond who intervened, and then the lady feel for him instantly, so he ended up marrying her. And yes History does repeat itself, so her ghosts got the girl, rather than her own son. But the Ghosts and their wives loved Esther the more.

Esther was at a Bar mitzvah for one of the Ghosts’ children and she had dragged her son along, the Temple had been double booked, but Fr. Michael had offered Saint Jude’s church hall, so there the Bar mitzvah was held. Her son was playing on his phone while Esther buzzed around like a bee, hearing all the news from her Ghosts’ families. As she buzzed around, Esther sighed, my family gets bigger, but not my own flesh and blood family. Esther sighed, she saw the statue of the Madonna in a corner. Maybe I’ve not done enough good works, Mary as one Jew to another, if only I could find a good wife for my son I could die happy, did you used to nag your son the same way?

Now God works in mysterious ways, at that very moment a serving girl, had fallen over Esther’s son’s stretched out legs. Crockery everywhere, her son’s phone smashed to the floor. Everybody looked up, Fr. Michael was going to intervene, but a hand held him back, Esther knew, she just knew, as any Jewish mother knows. Her son helped the serving girl up, he apologized. Sorry, what’s your name? Mary, of course it was Mary. Esther looked the statue and winked, little did she know, they’d meet again in Malta.

It was thunder, Esther had searched high and low for a suitable wife for her son, then one had fallen for him, or fallen over his feet. Mary was perfect in every way, no need for satellites or ghosts. Esther wrote a cheque for a million dollars and put it in the poor box under the statue of Mary. She’s post one for 5 million to the Temple too, her son was the 6 million dollar man after all, what with all his technology.

Now I could go on with the courting and so on, but what people do in private it’s up to them, though the ghosts and their families did go on multiple holidays, as Esther wanted to make sure they used protection. As for Esther she went to Vegas, she’s fleece them, as her charity knew no bounds, she just had to keep on making money to give it all away.

Music Power ©

By Michael Casey

I was going to talk about Ariana Grande but I thought she might not understand the British sense of humour. As you know Taylor Swift does a bit of high dusting for me, she is so very tall after all. Then last night Ariana’s concert was on tv so I thought, as Ariana is the bee’s knees, and likes jumping about, maybe she could help Taylor out. So swing low, dust high, the perfect combination. I mean Ariana has such very long hair, so as she practices her routines she could sweep my floor with her hair, and her nice hairdresser could get any chewing gum out later. My own daughter once got bangles or something stuck in her hair, so my lawyer sister-in-law had to use chop sticks to untangle her hair, this was after we landed at my brother’s house for Christmas dinner, if I look I may even have a photo of it somewhere. We are a Shanghai/Birmingham family after all, so we had plenty of chopsticks, and I don’t mean on our old piano either. Anyway that was the idea, but Arians might not approve, so I won’t bother.

Taylor was just down the chip shop getting salt shaken at her, and not for a tap dancing routine in front of the frier. The Friars do live next door in a church, they like chips too, that’s why they are so fat. No Taylor had her head turned, the boy, still spotty despite his years, the boy said I’d just do a bit of battering and dip your fish on both sides, before letting it bubble away, to get crispy and so very very tasty. Then when it’s ready I’ll whip it out and sprinkle salt ever so lightly all over it, then I’ll add a scoop or two of freshly minted chips, shaken not stirred. And just for you, a dollop of mayo too. You can see why Taylor swooned, he gave her a free bottle of Irn Bru too, oh so very Scottish, so Taylor skipped away happily up the hill to my door. All I could hear was the heavy breathing, I thought old Mrs Aktar from next door was having an asthma attack, or Juicy Lucy my neighbour on the other side was practicing mouth to mouth on Annie, no she’s not a Lesbian, Annie is the dummy they use to teach first aid. But no, it was Taylor not so Swifty bringing my dinner home, and I was very very hungry. She did have a sneaky saveloy on the side, and you think butter would not melt in her mouth. So that is the real reason she does my high dusting, just so she can be near the boy from the Chippy. Her head has been turned, and those marks on her back, from where she leant on the counter where the cooked roe are keep in the warmer. The things you do for LOVE, leaning on the chip frier, the boy and the deep fat frier. But it does mean I get cheaper lunches, as Taylor has a smile on face, vinegar down shirt, and a dash of mayo in her hair. Maybe she should ask Ariana can she borrow her hair dresser.

Now what has this got to do with anything? Well I’m going to talk more about Music, and Celine has had the Courage to sing for me, and I’ve thrown a fish, non-battered, at Seal so I’ll Carry On, and God is in for a treat, Dame Babs in Heaven, God help him, but God Helps those who Help themselves, and Self Help is right up God’s street, just past the Coronation pub. Taylor can explain that on her notice board, the boy from the chip show allows her to use his chalk, and put the price of his fish there on display.

Music has power, this Christmas we’ll think of mum stuffing the turkey for 13, the eight of us plus our 5 lodgers, and Celine’s song reminds us of our mum, it was playing the night she died, Because you Loved Me. And so she did, so emotions flow as we hear that song, especially at Christmas. My own favourite song is The Windmills of Your Mind, the Thomas Crown Affair theme song, and if you’d followed my writing that’s self-explanatory. Though Fr. Brain who decades later became Bishop Brain, used to call me Sancho Panza as I followed my very tall brother. And Don Quixote did tilt at windmills, so there is the circle.

Music revolves around our lives, Seal is singing If I Could, and if I could I’d be a Musician too, not the guy in the corner of the bar drinking and grooving from afar. Certain words and phrases have such power, Aux Armes Citoyens as the French sing, words are uplifting, and we’ve all seen Musicals galore where a theme is repeated and it beats your breast, and makes you tingle. This is the power of music, Politicians have music at rallies too, until they get a cease and desist notice from lawyers. Even Hitler had an association with music, but let’s leave him to burn in Hell.

Seal is still singing, Music takes you round and around, and it does I’m old enough to remember when records were just that, with groves in, you didn’t have CDs, I can actually remember when CDs appeared, it was on Tomorrow’s World, a science programme on the BBC. James Burke is still alive, he went on to do Space programs, but back then that’s how we heard about the Future via Tomorrow’s World. Now we stream everything, and down load to phones. We had a plastic white trannie and my eldest brother got a dedication on the radio, our dad heard it, this is 50 plus years ago. So Music moves us, it is a laxative that stops us from being sad, and makes us move and groove about the house. We have music everywhere, no need to carry the one tranny with us, we have smart speakers in nearly every room. So music follows us and lead us, it is are permanent plus one. We are so lucky, in the past it was a Long Way to Tipperary, soldiers sung as the went off to war. No Good Morning Vietnam for decades, no music on every channel.

Music does channel us, it channels our love our passions, especially the English Channel, or la Manche as the French call it. Which brings us back to fish and chips, the British haut cuisine as the French may mock, but weren’t French sauces invented to cover the taste of eating rats, in the 1870 siege of Paris in the Franco Prussian war? But I won’t duck these hard questions, which reminds me we are having Peking Duck tonight, Ratatouille one of Taylor’s friends provided the duck, from the bargain basement. As for Taylor she is scribbling away all over the tablecloth, before she has to go and visit the boy in the chip shop. He’ll just shake salt all over her, little wonder she’s glowing when she returns with a free kebab for me. It’s the only reason I keep her on, as my high duster. I’ve got the Music in Me, I let it take over, as I wipe kebab sauce from my chin. Do you think if I ask nicely, Ariana might assist with the cleaning, Taylor leaves a trail of salt everywhere. And Totoro our cat licks it up, leaving cat spit all over my floor. And Totoro will be on a hot tin roof again tonight, it’s all the salt in her system, it makes her want to dance the night away….

The Last Cheer for 2020 ©

By Michael Casey

Is he mad I can hear you all call

2020 was the worst year of all

Well for me too, as opposed to Me Too

It was a bad year, even without Covid 19

One sister died, though if ever you read

Shoplife, she is the Born Again shopworker, so she’ll live on

And my body has got weaker

In a few days time it’s 6 years since my unplanned

Quadruple Heart Bypass

The nurse, and just the nurse at my former GP Practice

She saved my life, as she insisted on sending me for tests

So when I went into hospital, I said have you checked my tests

70% 70% and 50% blocked, I’d gone in with major hip pains

My arthritis gone mad, and the family were in London

Meeting Shanghai relatives, so I was all home alone

The rest you all already know

So that’s why you’ve had six more years of my rubbish

Though Totoro our cat arrived too, as I had said they could

Have a dog if I died or a cat if ever I had a heart attack

Yes really, so be careful what you promise

But back to 2020 we’ve all had a rubbish year the world over

But what have we learnt or discovered?

Well folks still voted for Trump

Maybe because they wanted to stick with the Devil they knew

And avoid any ISMs

History will decide, and History is written by the winners

If we all just stayed home for 3 weeks, then Covid 19 would die

Instead we must all Mask, Wash Hands, and Stay Apart

I’ve been hiding up on our hill, and with my arthritis very distanced from all

So what is the Meaning of Life, and no not Monty Python

What is the thing you treasure

Is it free deliveries of all your stuff on the Internet

Is it Bubble Tea? Which is now Trendy.

Though being in a Shanghai/Birmingham household we were years ahead

Is it food galore?

My Muslim delivery drivers must think I’m Mulla

Wishing them As-Salaam-Alaikum as they deliver our stuff

In Birmingham delivery drivers and taxis are very Muslim

So they risk Covid as they drive and deliver

What else can I say about 2020

Yes the tv, was great, everybody binge watched and there were

Some really really great shows

I could list mine, but I also watch a ton of Korean shows, Kdrama

So I would say, have a look at Korean shows, you will not be disappointed

Also if you listen to Music constantly then invest in a Smart speaker or two

I could name the best, and you’d be surprized, but to each their ears alone

You can get Bluetooth headphones too, which can work off your phone

So technology is really good to keep us all sane in these maddening time

A cheap and cheerful android phone, can keep families alive

And yes Jeff Bezo has got busier, but one day he’ll deliver pizza to my house

That’ll put the fear of God into him, but Taylor Swift who dusts for me will

Be here, to take the pizza from him, so she may sing a ditty for him

What else, yes going to church became an Internet thing, so I’d review Mass

And send an email or two to priests, obvious Saint Judes is my favourite

Though I do travel all over the place for Mass

I don’t know do other Faiths do the same thing

But I’ll accept prayers from Anybody, as we all should

We all prayed for tv stars who were sick, I prayed for

Kate Garraway’s husband, because I saw a photo on the news

And they looked so much in love, I had never heard of them because

I do not watch daytime TV, it was a news item that invoked my prayers

So what else can I talk about, maybe Tinnitus does all the talking

My own has been terrible in the night, but I rediscovered the Rosary

So has the roar of the sea in my ears at night made my more prayerful

God, alone knows the answer to that

I think I always knew what real values were

I made provisions just in case Covid got me

The real things that matter really are so simple

The goodnight kiss from my small daughter before she goes to bed

That is priceless, so when Politicians roar and swear and lie to us

Just remember that soft gentle kiss

Even if she says dad you need a wash and shave

The simple love of a child, as she evolves into a woman

That is what I’ll remember most from 2020

And it is the only thing worth remembering

Soul 2021 ©

By Michael Casey

Well it’s 17.31 on 6th January, feast of the Epiphany, or when the Kings turned up late with nappy rash soother for baby Jesus. You can Google for yourselves the meanings of the Three gifts. I’ll see if I can put some ideas down in an hour, that’s how long it normally takes to write a new piece from a standing start, with just a blank space in my head. Though I hope all this reads like me sat on the sofa besides you just talking to you, that is my intention after all, talking to you. No Letter from America, more like a Postcard from Birmingham, the one in England. Harry and Megs, I’ve available to be the Roland Rat on your podcast, I am very cheap too, just ask Duncan and Sandy, or ask your dad Harry if you’re never heard of them, but I digress.

Now today is a great day, the Feast of the Epiphany, especially in Georgia, named after a mad king I believe. It made me so happy once I finally got out of bed. My church bells ring tone awoke me, and then the Tinnitus got me, some Belarusian competition, The Golden Phone, had woken me up to say I’d won 20,000 Euros. Obvious, a hoax and a scam, so I forwarded the call to Trump. Anyway Soul or Seoul if you are Korean, is the name of a fantastic Pixar film, 10/10 and I will watch it again. And Soul is the thing inside us, our heart, our love, our mind our ego, or our Id, though not ID. All you clever people can work it all out. And Biden did say he was fighting for the Soul of USA.

So a Soul is a big big thing, as big as Seoul, but within our head, or wherever it might be. Somebody once weighed a body to try and work out how many grams a Soul weighed. In The Good Detective the lead proves he has a soul, just watch it for yourselves. I’ve just stopped in mid-stream for to talk to my big daughter, so take 30 mins plus away, from my boast of writing a piece in a hour. We were talking about courses and the value v effort, and is it worth stressing for 95% + when you were getting 85% +. I said just do what makes you happy and quoted my own dad in his deep deep voice, “Michael, I have no Education, do what you like but do your best” and that’s all the advice I can give to anybody, not just my daughter. Do your best, and let the grades take care of themselves. My brothers went to Queens Oxford, and Downing Cambridge by the way. As you all know I’m just the dunce with 20 books to my name, which I share via my websites, so everybody can suffer everywhere.

As I got distracted by my big daughter the flow of the piece will change, but I will say this, it’s good for your Soul to talk to your kids, and good for theirs too. Giving them things is not as important as giving Time and Talking, love is a hug, not a Play Station. Perhaps Love is being sung as I talk to you, and that reminds all of us, that Love is the best thing for a soul. A smile can save a life, just as a hug, when hugs are allowed again, post Covid, makes all the difference. A shared joke, no matter how obscene does make all the difference, how do you think Security people and shift workers survive. It’s the humour or the brotherhood or sisterhood that keeps people going in the dark of the night, I did do 14 years of nights after all. I did loads of Noon till 8pm shifts too, it made me more employable. Perhaps it’s my sense of humour that keeps me going now that a gang of conditions have hobbled my body, my sense of the ridiculous that keeps me smiling. Though pain attacks can be really really bad, and it would be very very easy to give, but no, I just bore you all about them instead. Make you all suffer, Ha.

Our soul is shaped by our Prayer, whatever Faith or none you may have. It is a great safety net when things are bad we remember what our mothers taught us, and we do learn our faith on our mothers’ lap. Some say God is Abba, not the band, but Daddy, so we have a childlike connection to our God. This means it is very close, for as we grow older we are more self-important, and forget daddy carrying us on his shoulders or in his arms. We should try and stay childlike in our closeness to our God.

18.47 now

The Birmingham K-Drama Story ©

By Michael Casey

Now Park worked in her dad’s store, she was Korean of course, every Korean is called Park. As every Indian is Singh, and Pakistani is Khan, and every English person is Smith, and yes Greeks earn a lot because they work so long and hard. Ok, I’m being simplistic, but I am a Simple Man, or is it simpleton? Park worked hard, she did have a Christian name and she was a Catholic, so her name was Mary, what else, just as every Irishman is Patrick.

Park, had friends, they were all daughters of all the take-aways, they met at Birmingham wholesale market buying onions in bulk. The “sisters” were always bulked up against the cold. So a nod from Park to Singh and Khan and a look at Smith. Their dads wanted to marry them off and expand the business by marrying into bigger families. But the “sisters” said they could not marry till their “sisters” were married first, so this ploy kept them all safe and single.

Now Slim Simon was one of their best customers, he’d turn up as regular as clockwork, after he’d been to a bar to see some music. Jazz, Folk, or Blues. No he didn’t travel everywhere, The Waterworks was Jazz, renamed to Bell and Pump for Folk, and Blue Notes for the Blues. It was stuck by the reservoir in a dodgy part of town, but Slim Simon was safe, because he was built like a safe, though he kept his cash in his socks just in case of muggers. Not that anybody dared try, he has a Judo badge on his lapel, and it’s not just a decoration. Slim Simon was always on a mat, he ran a Judo school, Black belt 4th Dan, and he wore braces too, to keep his trousers from sliding down his belly, he was a cuddly Winnie the Pooh, but deadlier.

So Mary would hear all about the music as she served the last customer, why you no married, she asked. Slim Simon explained, his wife had ran away with the double glazing salesman, so he took up Judo to manage his anger, and try not to think of Derek the salesman who was all front. Mary sighed, she’s a bitch, so that brought them closer. Singh her friend was getting pressurised to get married, so Khan and Mary suggested she pretended that Slim Simon was her boyfriend. Mary persuaded Slim Simon with the offer of more spring rolls, so the deed was done.

Slim Simon went to Singh’s place and played the part, and Singh would stroke his big strong hands over the cash register. Her parents were disgusted at first, but he seemed like a nice boy, so if she was happy they were happy. Now Slim Simon said to his best student, Pal, that he was saving a Indian girl, so Pal said could he come and take a look. So after a Jazz night Pal was taken in toe to Singh’s place. Now Indian girls have the best eyes ever, just look and you will see. So when Pal saw Singh he sighed. And then when she smiled at he could not be denied. You see Pal was an Optician with 14 shops in the family. Later Singh confided, Pal is the one for me.

But her parents were convinced Slim Simon would be the one for the family. So a plan was hatched. Mary and Khan would hide their identities and arrive at Singh’s and slap Slim Simon’s face hard. He’d be a cad, and a lowlife, not good enough for an Indian wife. Then Pal would arrive and save the day. Pal was a mere Black belt, no Dans yet. So he’s stage fight Slim Simon, and save the day. Then he’d reveal he was an Optician, and it would be love at first sight.

So Slim Simon was swooning over the cash register at Singh, then first Mary Park arrived and slapped his right cheek, and just like in the Bible, he turned the other cheek only for Khan to arrive and slap that one even harder. Then on Q Pal would arrive to dispense with the bounder, never trust a white guy, yes stereotypical. So Pal and Slim Simon threw each other about, before Slim Simon was left in a rubbish bin, appropriate enough.

Singh’s family applauded, Pal was in, and Slim was out. And when they heard he had 14 Optician shops, they soon persuaded their daughter to see sense. As for Slim Simon, he crawled out of the way, and made a mental note to get Pal to take a grading, first Dan coming soon. And if I race to the conclusion, Singh and Pal’s first child just had to be called Dan. But for the moment Mary sneaked Slim Simon away in her car, Khan waved them good night as she jogged home chuckling.

Now Mary could see that Slim Simon was a great man, well he was literally, and yes he was divorced, but he didn’t marry in a church, so maybe an annulment and she’d have him as her man. Mary Parked her car and stroked his face, then kissed it better in slow motion for half an hour, it is a Kdrama in Birmingham after all. Slim Simon couldn’t visit Singh’s any more, he’d been thrown out the door, so he went to Park’s twice as much. He taught her a few throws and more, but he always caught her, before she hit the floor, again in slow motion, it is Kdrama in Birmingham like I said before.

Singh soon got engaged and the wedding would be quite a spectacle, so Mary took Slim Simon around to the shop to explain. So it was all a trick, yes they confessed. But now not one bride, but two, two for the price of one, like any take-away special, or the Abba song. But what of Khan? Well she fell for the Uber delivery driver, take me away take away. I did mention Smith at the market, what about him, he was Gay, but he loved dressing up for Weddings, so he was delighted to be invited, not once, or twice but thrice. Like three coins in a fountain, and if ever you’ve been to the Trevi Fountain, if you throw a coin you can make a wish. Smith did, and now at the 3rd time of asking, at the third wedding, he met the man for him, a contractor, a drainage contractor. So the pair of them were forever gushing and laughing like drains, you see True Love Conquers All.

But what of Mary Park? Yes, she married Slim Simon and had 4 kids and formed a Kpop band, Faith, Hope and Charity were their names, the 4th was an extra surprize, a boy they called Julian. Just as this writer’s mother always said name a boy after her, Julia becomes Julian if ever Mary had a boy child. Just like the song, by Boney M, Mary’s Boy Child, Julian.

Cup of tea Diner ©

By Michael Casey

Now as you may remember Grannie Smith saved a Seal, no she wasn’t a conservationist like Sir David Attenborough, the military kind of seal. So when she announced she was taking a trip to see Oklahoma in Oklahoma, Howard Keel was such a great singer in the film, a couple of real Seals said they’d tag along to make sure she’d be safe. She was very old by now. Grannie Smith was proud so they went along with her, but not by her side, just a knife throw away, she was still an independent lady.

Grannie Smith still enjoyed English tea, so she was pleased when she saw it advertised as a novelty in the Diner. So she climbed the steps gingerly and sat ready for her tea. Now obviously MayLi in the dinner got a kick out of serving English tea to an English lady, and yes as Grannie Smith grew even older she looked more and more like the Queen of England. MayLi looked on as Grannie Smith tasted her brew, but it wasn’t quiet right. Don’t worry we can fix it said Grannie Smith, so she went behind the counter and warmed the pot, and do what she did herself instinctively.

MayLi recorded everything on her iPhone, she didn’t want to miss a trick. And then the two of them sat down and had tea. Two Seal shadows stepped forward and shared the pot, pot of tea that is, nothing naughty. And it was perfect. Now MayLi put this on her social media, TicToc, Weibo and even Facebook. The next day there was a crowd 100 strong. You see in Oklahoma, it always is a beautiful morning, and to have the Queen of England too, it really was their cup of tea.

Grannie Smith went to the theatre to see Oklahoma in Oklahoma, and when she arrived the crowd hushed, the Queen of England was there to see the show. Afterwards she went to the diner, MayLi was speaking excitedly, one of the Seals had so much sex appeal, and she was still single and so was he. She had read it all in the tea leaves, something big was gonna happen. And the Seal was big, very big. Only she had read the leaves wrong. A developer had sent her a notice, he was going to build a sky scraper and the diner was in the way, that was the big thing, not the Seal.

So MayLi cried into her leaves, Grannie Smith said don’t worry, it’s an ill wind that blows no good, and then one of the Seals farted. So they all laughed. They opened the door to let the breeze in, and who show breeze in through the door. Only 2 Englishmen not in New York, but in Oklahoma, they had seen the sign and wanted a cuppa. They sat and had tea, why the glum faces. MayLi showed the notice, it had a picture on it of the new building planned. The two Englishmen laughed and threw back their heads, at this point the Seals moved forward fast, they knew who they were. Were they English assassins after Grannie Smith. No they knew them, you see the Englishmen were Bona Architects from Pinner, Julian and Sandy. And in fact they had saved those two Seal’s lives.

They hadn’t recognised them for a moment but blow me timbers, Julian and Sandy were also mountain climbers, they had met up the Eiger, they had all saved each other as they were climbing up the mountain. Anything Clint Eastwood can do, we can do better. So in a moment old friends were so happy, only MayLi was not. Grannie Smith looked on, Julian and Sandy looked at the picture. You know we could knock up a building quick, and it would look so much better, and you know Jules, if we did it our way the diner could stay.

So borrowing MayLi’s lipstick, Julian and Sandy drew a picture of what they could build and better, and the diner would stay. Again MayLi filmed it, Grannie Smith spoke directly to the iPhone, it was like the real Queen’s Christmas broadcast. And here is Julian and Sandy’s counter proposal, literally drawn in lipstick, in war paint on the counter. And when Julian and Sandy spoke in such posh posh English how could the developer refuse. And yes it was a question not of Three coins in a Fountain, but Three Queens in a diner, with Seals applauding. Bona Architects from Pinner were Gay, and they could climb any mountain, you go ask the Seals if you don’t believe.

This design was again put online, it was a hit, a very big hit, Julian said to Sandy, it’s huge, very huge, you just look at the ratings. And what exactly was the design. It was a feather, like a Red Indian’s feather, with the diner at the base, in fact there would be 4 diners, so MayLi would have to expand, but she had her eyes on a Seal, so expand away she would. As for the construction workers, well they are Red Indians anyway, so they’d all flock, flock a lot, to come and build a feather.

Now it takes a while for drafts, ask any soldier, to be ready so Julian and Sandy drafted away. And protective glass was placed around the diner, as for Jules and Sandy they had new jumpers knitted. The jumpers they wore when they went climbing, but also the design of the building was woven on the front, on the back 1 for Julian and 2 for Sandy. This is my building, was on display, and 1 and 2 because it takes two to tango.

Once the steelwork was to begin, Julian and Sandy joined the Indians, they were mountain climbers after all, the Red Indians had misgivings. But when Julian and Sandy were way up high they danced and pranced like ballet dancers, with1 and 2 on their backs. The Red Indians were impressed, they may be English but the way they worked the iron, was so impressive. They did iron all their own clothes too, but that’s another matter. All this Joy, all this Sorrow, John Denver sung at 300 feet, the Red Indians did like a bit of music while they worked. But as the words All this Sorrow rung out, a Red Indian fell, and he would not have seen tomorrow. But Julian dived and grabbed him by the ankle, and Sandy dived too getting the other ankle. Their reactions were like lightning, just as they were on the Eiger, nobody dies, nobody dies. Besides as Julian said to Sandy afterwards when the excitement was over. I have special surprize for our Red Indians. You see he had Indian curry from a curry house owned by a stray Birmingham England man bused in from 40 miles away. Vindaloo will do, and pork scratchings, and a barrel of Banks bitter.

The Red Indians loved the Vindaloo, and MayLi gave them tea too. As for the curry house 40 miles away, he was swamped with Red Indians, Red Indians eating Indian too. When the building was finished Granny Smith opened it, along with the 3 new replica diners, all the way from China. Julia looked at Sandy and Sandy looked at Julian, they were wearing matching jumpers with the design on. Let’s lose our virginity, the Oklahoma crowd was confused. Then the pair of Bona Architects from Pinner sprinted towards the building, they were going to free climb it, why because it was there as any mountain climber will tell you.

Normally when they get to the top, well they, well they, but this was Oklahoma not Pinner, so waiting Seals strapped parachutes to them. Then they jumped and Julian and Sandy landed on the diner, they needed a cuppa after all their efforts, they are English after all.

Teaching You All That I Know ©

Michael Casey

Well first of all, I don’t know how to use Word, my copy seems to have gone funny, but I don’t exactly know how to fix it. So while you mock me I’ll teach you all that I know. It’ll take an hour maybe to write this, and 5 mins for you to read it. Though as I always say, I talk I don’t write, that’s why there is spit on the paper or rather the screen. So gather your friends around and then you can skip all those classes and get to my level, of stupidity. Yes I know what my level is, and Education does not stop when you leave school, even if it is Medical school, and yes I can hear the card at the back of the class say I’m a specimen.

Yes, I’m a self-taught writer, I’ll even go as far as to say it cannot be taught, not unless you are an American and you want to waste 4 years, and then are exactly the same as the other 200 Liberal Arts students, who just cannot write. See I’ve butchered you all before I even start. If you’ve Googled me, I did spend 20 years Listening to BBC Radio 4, the best speech radio station in the world. And this was before I picked up a pen, I did read by the yard too, and watch films galore. Being in a large family with lodgers making it larger too, helped the process. Environment does motive and makes you remember, not unless you are a dullard, if I quote Kim who runs the Korean takeaway, it’s his cousin Ku, who guards President Biden now by the way. Then it still took me a year to learn how to do it. I knew I was good enough when my 1988 play Shoplife was accepted for the stage, and yes it wasn’t finally produced. Would you invest £2,000,000 in today’s money in a new piece, or a Standard? So I’ve been writing for over 33 years now.

Which brings me to the first thing to “teach” you. The Five Ps as presenters call them. Practice Prevents Piss Poor Performance. As simple and as easy as that. I was sent on a Presenting course just before Easter 1998. It took 2 days and my company paid, to help prepare me for the future, being made redundant. Here’s all I learnt. Just empty your pockets on a table. Then speak for 1 minute on whatever you pick up first. Simple easy. Now if you have a few friends around to mock you, and try it for themselves that is called a learning situation. Take turns, pick a different object and gieve it a try. You then expand to 2 minutes talk on whatever object has been removed from your pocket or anybody else’s pocket. Repeat with a lunch break and beer.Then 5 mins talk, you’ll give 15 minutes sniggering time to prepare.

The next day I had to talk for 15mins, which was optimum time if you remember what JFK was supposed to have said. Anything should be explainable in 15 mins. Ok, so you all get it? Me, when it was my 15 minutes of fame, I had everybody laughing, I did want to learn for comic reasons after all. I told everybody about my Paris misadventure, which involved food poisoning, and avec vous des asparin de bas prix, and I ended up with asparin tampone, which means in a tube, but my French was not up to it, so I was expection string.

So I had mastered Speaking, Presenting, Teaching. To prove it I then went on holiday to Pilsner Czech the home of lager. There I presented for 90 mins off the cuff, to 20 English students. So the training worked. When I got back to StatsMR I wrote it all up as my Czech Story, and the whole company realised Michael can Write. So there you go, as Jon the Hippy would say. By the way StatsMR did Market Research into alcohol sales, and I was born in the shadow of a brewery.

Later in my life I spent 3 years at Crown Plaza Nec a 4 star deluxe business hotel, I nuts have had 100,000 min conversations. So I polished my speaking skills and making people laugh, or stand up skills. Later still in my life I was an Esol English Teacher in an Islamic School. Did I mention Excellent, Excellent and Exemplary on my external assessment. So there you go. But the thing is if I can do it then so can you.

Now I’m going to teach you Logic next. Ok, if you are in a big family what is it like? Overwhelming? We let my small sister push Jean the cat out the way and eat kittycat. We opened the corner cupboard where the jumpers lived and put every single on her. She could put her arms down as she had too many jumpers on, she was 6 of 6 after all. She was bright red with10 jumpers on when mum came home from shopping and told us off. You’ll kill the child she screamed in her Kerry accent, though we could only hear it on the phone, that’s 20 years later when we actually had a phone. Though this misadventure did not stop us from folding the sister up and putting on a shelf in a wardrobe and clicking close the door, and struggling to open the door up again. I did something similar to Neil at work maybe 30 years later, the temptation was just too much, if I hide here then jump out. So I locked him in.

I’ve digressed but I’ve just taught you that if you REMEMBER then you have material for stories later on, maybe nearly 60 years later on. It just depends do you have a memory, or have you tried to blot out everything. I seem to have total recall for stories, anything that does not interest me justy won’t go in. Otherwise with my 42 years exposure to computers I should have been more than I was. So shall I finally give you that nougat or is it nugget, whichever is more palatable, this is all you need to know, save that £40,000 in University fees, and start a business instead.

Here it is, the 5 Ws Who What Where When Why. If you apply that to every situation, then you’ll be a Detective, or you’ve grown up in a big family, with your eyes wide open. If you take me, Michael Casey as an example, ok a very battered ,cheap and tacky, left over from the pound store example. Then you can ask Who is Michael Casey, What is Michael Casey, Where is Michael Casey, When is Michael Casey, and Why is Michael Casey. You have just Spocked me, and everything is revealed, a bit like opening a box of chocolates, or undressing me, either to whip me, or to cover me in ice cream and lick it off, prior to breeding with me.

Ok, did you just puke, just put your head between your legs and breath deeply, was that a shock? Have you screamed and locked yourself in the bathroom. Or are you laughing, and do you want to know me, but not biblically? I hope you are laughing, Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham, is how you Google me, or Blacklist me. If you use the tools the 5Ps and the 5Ws, that will make your life a box of chocolates. Or maybe you want to undress me, please don’t whip me, not unless it’s whipped cream ice cream.

End of January 2021 Story ©

By Michael Casey

Well we’ve reached the end of January 2021, tomorrow is 31st, I’m fighting Tinnitus a lot recently. As I do it gives me ideas for a story, everything gives me an idea, they are endless. In the dark of the Tinnitus night, with the sea roaring in my ears I have loads of ideas. If Tinnitus were a servant I’d strangle him and push him in the canal, though if Tinnitus was Tinnita, a female, I might indulge in The Servant behaviour, which was a film with Dirk Bogarde, which I saw a long time ago. Or am I thinking of the Night Porter. Go Google. Or at least read his books, he was a great writer, no mistake about that.

So there you have one idea I could follow, instead I’m like a teacher pointing you in a direction, you have to do the spade work yourselves. Meanwhile my daughter has finished studying for the day so is watching Brave on tv, the Disney cartoon, I’ll go join her presently. I am very eclectic in all things. This might help you too should you ever want to write, or carry bags in a hotel, yes I’ve done both. Being nosey, and being interested in everything, might help too should you want to be a detective, or have children. Daddy you are my Google comes to mind, and yes my daughters used to say that to me when they were smaller. Now my job is to stay alive long enough to see then both graduate, and maybe even marry, and me become a granddad, as opposed to looking like a granddad, there is a difference. Besides I’m sure they’ll want money for something as long as I’m alive. And no, I don’t care what they do, so long as they are happy, and nobody tries to hurt them.

So where was I, in the kitchen looking for chewing gum, but all of it has gone, so I made do with a Royal Gala apple, they are great so buy some. I was offered the girls’ slops earlier, they had made carbonara if I got it right, slops are fine, so long as they are offered while still hot. This is your life as a dad, eating slops, so the bin doesn’t eat all my money. Though our binmen are on strike, so we have to make sure we squeeze everything into one bin, so it is better to have no slops, and leave space in the dustbin.

I did have an idea for a piece in the mode of CV and Linkedin Profile, a piece I wrote years ago, and it is 11 years on WordPress now, a message told me so. The new piece might be called Two Faced, like in shops or hairdressers, or just regular Politicians. So you have, Hello Nice to See You, on the first line. Followed by I really hate the SOB, but she’s paying me. Then you go through a list, of Positive statements, followed by the Real Truth. Now I only need this idea, this title in my head then away I go. One hour to write, then 5 minutes for you all to read. Yes, that’s how it works.

I look out the window and get another idea, just by observing passers-by, just like in The Bicycle Removal Service, you can dig out that story on my Blogger. It’s quieter here at the new house, so not as many free ideas. I just need a title and the rest flows or follows, I’m just deciding which jug to pour from. You can try writing like that for yourself. You have to have ideas to start with, then you stitch them together. It did take my a year to learn to sew, and as I’ve said before 20 years of Quality Speech Radio, BBC Radio4 before that.

Now as I’m sat here I look like a scare crow, wearing an old Flasher Mac as a Smoking Jacket and a red scarf, since I cut my own hair off I feel the cold, so I’m layered up so I stay warm. Now the second I say that, I think I could write a piece about favourite tatty clothing, mind you nearly all of mine is like that. I’m not going anywhere, even without Covid 19. If the charity shop were open then the kids would throw everything away, what do you all think, you’ve seen the photos attached to my writing.

So these are some musings for the end of January, please God as all of us say, Let Covid 19 go away. With that I have to go watch Brave the Disney cartoon, you could all write about your favourite cartoons, that’s your homework. And if you hear any noise in the night, it’s me playing music, to drown Tinnitus with.

My Standard Reply ©

By Michael Casey

Hello Anon, DOUBLE EXCLAMATION MARKS, so this indicates you are

young and American and SALES.

I am right so far?

YES

BUT

NO MONEY

If you have done Research and are not just a random salesgirl, in both senses of the words, then you’ll know

I have a ton of stuff. 33 years Writing, with 20 years of EARS, before that. No, I’m not 100, though on pain days

I look like Death Warmed Up. Yes, I’ve really had a Quadruple Heart Bypass now just over 6 years ago.

With the bonus of a “breast” now poking through my bypass scar, it’s a hernia, 1% of bypass patients get them

So, I’m truly blessed, with Arthur my Arthritis for company. Not to mention Kidneys that should be cooked with

beans and lentils, whatever lentils are. Topped off with a side order of 3 years of Tinnitus.

Tinnitus is not a Roman slave by the way. So, I have a sea shore in my head 24/7 and it gets louder at night

This means I have Taylor Swift, Mylie Cyrus, Will Young and even a whole host of Soft Rock in my bed

every night, I’m SOOOO promiscuous . Their singing distracts me from Tinnitus, who is a noisy bugger, not literally.

Bet you wish you didn’t bother sending me a circular, though emails are linear.

BUT YES

If you find me an Angel Investor

This is what could be done

Use my words to help teach English as a 2nd language, so 1/2 or USA for starters.

Because my Stories are Funny, and if you have done your research, 80 Countries read my rubbish

And on some days my book The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

is read in TEN languages on the same day

So, my Words work everywhere, unlike Wordsworth, who is dead

Enough Said

It would be a Partnership, and I’d take my share

I have NO money, I do have two teenage daughters, so obviously I have no money

And one statistic, the average survival rate after Quadruple Heart Bypass, is 11 years

So, if I’m average, maybe 5 more years

Though as you read this, I hope you think he’s far from average, a real SOB, but far from average

So, there you go, as Jon the Hippy used to say, if you reply I’ll tell you who he is.

SO, in conclusion, and So is one of my favourite words, as well as a Peter Gabriel album

If you can find an Angel Investor, and not just a jester, though the Jester was a gay bar in Birmingham

Straight or Gay or Any which way, I’m happy with anybody, so long as they buy me a pint of Stella Artois

Then if your Angel Investor, or even your rich dad, am I right again, anyway

If they want to invest in Me, then please do reply.

Otherwise, you can print and laminate this and put it in the gents’ toilet by the urinals

I know you’re a lady, so get the janitor to do it.

Then google me again, for you can find 208 stories read by me.

As well as 2000 plus online, or 20 books in the car park of Amazon books

Just look for the really stupid photos, and if you are angry by now, then, that’s what you are saying

Perhaps I should put this email online?

Why waste material

That’s why Bernie had such silly mittens

Kittens rhythms next, so maybe I’ll add a photo of my cat Totoro

I told my daughters they could have a dog if I died of a cat if I had a heart attack

A few weeks later I had an UNPLANNED Quadruple Heart Bypass

Ok, that’s enough, you may be thinking what drugs am I on.

Just heart meds and pain killers, but not opioids because of my weak kidneys

The rest is PURE IMAGINATION

Well maybe not so pure, but Imagination

I’m attaching 2 books as a punishment

Bet you wish you did your homework

And your nights cold in Canada?

Maybe John Denver is your boyfriend…

Confused or Smiling

Michael Casey

p.s I just got out of bed, Totoro drinks Comfort instead of Milk, hence so white and fluffy

God’s Rich Tapestry (c)

By Michael Casey

Well, I forced myself out of bed, I need more sleep but I thought I’d

try and get up. So here I am post toast and coffee, my normal

breakfast and I had an idea so this is what you are getting.

What use am I to you or anybody? Then I checked my readers list

today, over 10 countries reading my rubbish. So, do you all like to

use my rubbish as toilet paper? Print off a story then pick a stall and

away you go, and I thought only Donald Trump toilet paper was

popular. Though he’d probably added my email address to all kinds of

rubbish, Welsh in Welsh was a strange one I had yesterday. I can

remember Keith Jackson having an email from himself, 30 years ago

was it? That was before technology got really clever. So, what I get

now is even more annoying, and gets deleted unread. Hello to KJ by

the way, he must be 10 years older than me.

So where does this take us? Well, we all have our place in the

pecking order, obviously I was locked up in the computer room for

21 years at Stats, escaping and then marrying finally. Every person

has their place their worth, even if you didn’t realise it till afterwards.

Why is it so quiet, where is that annoying person, Michael, I’ll say it

before Mark H, says it and laughs at his own joke.

Where is Skid and his Marks, and so on and so forth. We all have a

value, even if we don’t know it at the time. What use am I, I am an

Old Woman, is a story of mine, I can see Mark H, now pulling a

face as, he says yes that’s Michael.

I hope I’ve surprized people from that old crew from long ago, but

never forgotten. A collection of people make a whole, any group of

people are a jigsaw, a mosaic, a tapestry. When the gossip goes, there

is a gap, gossip is the chattering cement that holds a society

together, a phrase from The Butcher, The Baker and The Undertaker.

Look around your street, your family, you friends, your team,

whatever game you play, or your knitting circle, or your prayer

group, even if the bar is your place of worship. Everybody has a

task, even if it is to lay out the chairs, or drop and bolt in the extra

place at the end of the pew in a church. Yes, churches used to be that

full, at Saint Patrick’s we use to have extra drop seats down the

middle, I know because I got them ready while my brother always

got the altar servers list, which never changed.

Then there is the guy who miraculously survived something over

the road at Dudley Rd hospital, who runs the piety stall, little wonder

There are the unsung heroes, the cleaners in any place, I know as I

always used to work the late shift, so they were my friends. The

things they know, and the things they discover, such as half full

coffee cups in a bin. I could mention other discoveries in the middle

of the night, but I’ll leave the dead rest.

The sandwich lady you fear, as she always needs a man to come and

fix a shelf for her, you’d starve without her. The crossings lady who

saved your life by knocking you over with her pole. Even the barber

whose “something for the weekend, sir?” also saved your life, and

health in many many ways, many many times. But not as many as

you boasted about. And when the barbers was closed, you took a

chance, so Chancy Gardinier was your first child, named after the

unexpected film and thereafterwards, no barber’s something for the

weekend included.

Look around in any life, in any story, or History itself, which is all our lives. What do you see, this led to that, or just unknowingly. You married the cleaner, but she was really a rich heiress, I married a cleaner too, but she did have a degree, and the rest is History. Our lives, our loves, what we like, what we love, all of this is a tapestry. An accident, either of nature or of life itself, can lead to many many things. Your dad nearly died, you visited him for 3 straight years in the seniors home, and you married his nurse. Whatever happens in life, it forms us, it directs us, like a mudslide down a hill, it can be dangerous, it can be exciting, but it changes our internal landscape. So, look around and connect, little chats here, little looks and glances, read, watch, observe. Then your life will be heard, you’ll be the colourful bit in the tapestry, you might even be the centrepiece. You don’t need to battle in Hastings, nor an arrow in your eye, just look up, look around, look to the sky. Look at the birds flying, look at the patterns they weave in the sky. Then try to be a bird, and make your life heard, for a life is more than a twitter.

Taking your Mind off Things ©

By Michael Casey

As you all know me and George are in the same sewing circle, that’s me and George Clooney. He has my best thimble in his pocket, it’s his lucky charm, if you look carefully, you’ll see him use it in the next gangster film he’s in. A sequel called, Ocean’s 26, and you thought he was sleeping with the fishes, no he’s having a whale of a time, he’s a bit of a marine biologist, and that’s a metaphor. In the Ocean he uses the thimble, to count all the stolen money with, as the electronic money counter is bust. Which sets up a sequence where he counts $100K ever so fast, rather like Spike Milligan as the postman beating the sorting machine, though I doubt any of you will know that film, Ocean’s 26 I’m talking about, everybody knows Spike Milligan, you ask his butler Prince, or Charlie as everybody calls him down the Windsor pub.

But, where was I, now that I’ve warmed up the toilet seat for you, it’s a specialist occupation, I began when Carry on at Screaming was filmed, but that’s History. Yes, I remember now, Taking your Mind of Things, I’ve inserted the title again, just so you won’t forget it, repetition aids memory, you ask any kids beaten by the teacher in the 1960s for not know their times tables. My own buttocks quiver every time I’m doing multiplication, or maybe that’s another metaphor, but I am very good at multiplication, maybe it’s my alluring Clooney like looks, Ok I really look like Hew Edwards the news reader, though I look far far younger. So, what has all this got to do with the price of lettuce? If you are not paying attention I’ll slap the back of your legs with a wet lettuce, and I may leave the snail on, and you never know where it will slither to.

Ok, the theme today is taking your mind off things, so can you remember what you were doing a few minutes ago? Have I distracted you, or am I so bad you have lost the will to live? I can hear all the heckles, and an echo from the past also just hit me, that’s the trouble with words they bring memories too, I’ve just awakened a ghost.

But I want to share something today. If you have a busy busy life, then mundane things, such as my writing, I’ll get in the jibe first, do relax. Mental chewing gum, or mental chocolate, does help to relax, then you can go back to your important job refreshed and relaxed. I was fiddling the other day, repairing my Rosary beads to be exact, first repaired with a ring of steel, a circle you have your keys on. Then I found some old plastic covered wire that I bent into shape, to relink my prayers. This repair was better, and is almost unseen, as prayers should be. Enough philosophy.

The point is though that occupational therapy as some might call it, does work, it distracts, so your mind has a rest from one thing, as you are absorbed by another. I suppose that’s what Play Time was originally invented for, make the kids run and jump about while the teachers have a coffee and cake. Mothers used to bribe teachers in the old days. Ted Heath the former British PM was a sailor, when you are in a force 10 in the Irish Sea, you’re not wasting your time on who is stabbing you in the back in Parliament. Your mind, heart and soul is dancing with the waves, Politics is forgotten.

I could give you more examples, but you have your own. You know Jack who is a reporter, but works in the soup kitchen on his day off, just to remind him to be humble, as his mother used to remind him, he’d never be as famous as Bob Hope. Bob Hope was the local rat catcher, who lived with Dorothy Lamore the girl with the big big smile. So, things distract us, we have our guilty pleasures, such as watching Kdramas with the sound so high, that flocks of geese take a detour. Anything that is a distraction is good, because we are not machines, we have to switch off and rest. We need oiling and resting, like a machine being serviced so that it can perform even better. Though oiling and resting does sound suspiciously like another metaphor.

I hope I’ve taken your mind off things, so you can get back to what you were doing before, and if you’re mind has gone a blank then I’ve really proved my point, yet another metaphor maybe. Because you are rested, and this writer has earnt his pay. Nothing.

No News Today ©

By Michael Casey

Hey Mark, you’re on the bus, pay your fare.

Hey Mark, you’re at the Cinema, go get a ticket.

Hey Mark, you have to pay for Groceries.

Hey Mark, you have to pay for your Netflix, your Amazon.

Hey Mark, you have to pay for How to Become President lessons

a new tutorial service with the Donald.

So, don’t you think you should pay something to read the papers?

Or are you a Queen, like in the Queen’s Gambit which you paid to see on Netflix, where the girl “borrowed” a Chess magazine.

Fake Reality is all we’ve got, because of Spam a Lot, Politicians

Now your Camelot, or is it Hamalot ambitions

One day you can be President

But Le President is a French soft cheese, as today is Bernadette’s feast in France

So instead of sharing Spiritual Water, what are you spreading?

Misinformation and Lies.

The Truth is Out There, as Mulder always said

So, shine a light, light a fire

Or is Truth a Liar

Well after 4 years of Trump, maybe we know the answer to that

So, Hey Mark, is MONEY all you are after?

The LOVE of Money is the root of all Evil

Do some good, share News, Give access to real News

Let people see what the world can be.

Don’t allow just a False Reality.

You can afford to Pay for a News Service

Be in Service of All Mankind, which sounds like somebody’s Motto

If you Believe, then you will Share

Let the People Know See and Judge

Or is it too much Money for Nothing?

We’ve seen 4 years of Pain and Ignorance

Do no Evil, do no Bad

Which is an Oath no doubt taken by your own wife

Harmless words, that should be Heard

But what of you?

You still want to be President, so long as it does not cut Profits

It’s Time to Grow up Mark

Don’t deny the Truth and Hide it under a Bucket

Truth and News is for all Societies, it’s not empty Pieties

So put your Money where your Mouth is

Free News, on Facebook, which is well worth paying for

Or do you want to help keep the poor ignorant

So, they still vote for the status quo, out of ignorance

Ignorance is not Bliss, it just holds back Society

As one light at a time goes out

Until all that is left if Mob Rule and Tyranny

Or are more and more zeros on a bank statement

Worth the price of your Soul.

News saves lives, so spread it and share it

And Pay for It.

It is the chattering cement of Society.

Which is a line of mine, but I’m sharing it.

Enough, it’s time for roast potatoes, I am Kerry Irish

In my blood.

I hope you listen, or am I too much of a hot potato

TEXAS SNOW

Texas Snow

Global Warming means hot weather

BUT you also get weird weather

Like down in Texas

So, WAKE UP Politicians

4 years wasted

Yes, you can flog the Donkey or is it Elephant

But in the end after a Shares Boom

You get the bang, all the animals die

This is so simple that a Simpleton could understand it

Yet for 4 years USA was in Official Denial

Then the Press was attacked

So, everything has been Poisoned

Covid will be beaten eventually

But When Common Sense is ignored

It takes longer

And now with Texas Snow, the Holiday is OVER

USA and Mankind must act immediately

Or they’ll be no DOW

Just Devil’s Own Weather

So, grow up Politicians, act now

It is a National Security Risk, as was you know who

If you don’t fix Climate Change

There will be no Texas, no USA, and No world

How about a 10% redirection of Military Spending

Forget a Wall, as Weather goes through Everything

Kick start Save the USA today.

With Green Invention

If you don’t start today, there will be NO tomorrow

When Story and Music Collide (c)

By Michael Casey

Now as usual I did not know I’d be writing this, but I was listening to Clapton, and one track brought forth a memory. Then I had a thought if ever I finish Tears for a Butcher, the sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker, then they’ll be a Prayer Scene, and if ever it came to be filmed then Clapton would be in the Pulpit playing as Life Saving prayers are said. And it probably won’t be finished, another 600 pages of Old Forge and Singing Anvil, so you’ll be spared, but you do know about my dream of a speed typist etc.

Now I’m going to STOP for a Kdrama right now, but I’ll come back and finish writing this, so remember the title and meet me back here in 9 hours time, Midnight UK time and it’ll be ready. I could have had a poncy title for the story but long words are hard to spell, and simpletons like me, might not understand what I’m on about.

Why are A level questions all poncified, as I’m discovering with my small daughter

studying beside me. Enough I have 2 new Kdramas in my sights. I love the comedy and tears in the stories.

to be finished later, now for lamb chops

Ok, it’s tomorrow 14:20 Saturday

I did not return like MacArthur, but I’m here now

So the piece will run differently, as a new driver is in the seat. That’s what it is like when if I resume instead of doing everything in the flow. I’ve just reminded myself too, In Tears for a Butcher one of the stories concerns Ike’s driver and another hoard of whisky found. I’ll have fun and games with that story if ever I finish it and the sequel. I did want Shep Smith to feature in the story too, as he is on holiday in UK, in Old Forge and Singing Anvil and happens to be in the bar when the new hoard appears, along with Ike’s driver. But that’s for the Future.

You see as I write I nearly always have background music, especially now with Tinnitus in the ascendancy, which means very often I type a word and the exact same word is sung simultaneously as I type. I also think just how neat, as you folks speak, if I had this music playing when the movie or tv show of my words is made. Ok. I’m deluded, but you have to dream and hope, otherwise you are dead as wood. Hence yesterday, if you can remember that far back, I do tend to distract. So yesterday I was thinking about the power of prayer. You spend most nights awake as you battle Tinnitus, your mind does wonder everywhere, the good, the bad, the ugly thoughts everywhere. Then sleep comes, well for 2 hours anyway.

Ok so you can see my life, and are glad you are not me. But to the point, music is so much better than words, so Taylor Swift et al will always be better than me. And taller too, which is good when she comes around to do the cleaning and high dusting at my house, but that’s another story, haven’t you caught up yet?

So in Tears for a Butcher at the Finale, maybe 500 pages in Big Sid will be shot while being a Raging Bull, and saving many lives, but shot three times at point blank range. So Mrs Murphy whose life was saved, and her grandchild’s, and her daughter in law not to mention an unborn 2nd grandchild and the Post Office staff, well how is she going to react.

While Big Sid is on the operating table at Dudley Road hospital, because it was the closest, and a team of Texas surgeons happened to be in Birmingham for a conference, the lead surgeon is still wearing his cowboy boots and hat as he operates. Mrs Murphy is over the road in Saint Patricks. This was my own local church by the way.

So, do you think Mrs Murphy will allow the Devil get his way? Ok, so obviously there will be music, and that’s where Clapton comes in. He’s be playing as she’s praying, he’ll be playing as Texas does its best for Big Sid the Butcher. Blood and Prayer everywhere. Now what Clapton would play, how would I know, I’m just a boring writer, Clapton will be playing God. For Music is God’s breath. Just a little challenge for Eric if ever my story gets written, and then made into a film.

How would you play God, Eric. What notes would you be, Tears in Heaven, and Mrs Murphy gone past madness, it was all my fault, it was all my fault racing through her mind. Over and over again. Only music can speak those words, only bolts of lightning, as the rain comes down as the rain comes down, on Saint Patricks and on Texas’s best operating in Dudley Rd Hospital.

Now that’s the scene. Mrs Murphy always sits in the 2nd bench on the left by the radiator. But not now, but not today. She storms to the altar rail, as if receiving Communion. But the Pain, the Despair, the Guilt is too much.,

Jesus, she screams. She sighs, she screams Jesus again.

The Press are at the church door. The butcher’s dog is clawing at Jesus’ feet on the cross outside the church door. The dog is pining.

Jesus, screams Mrs Murphy again from her spot in front of the altar.

Doreen a black nurse from over the road enters

and kneels to left of Mrs Murphy

Asha an Indian nurse enters and kneels to the right beside Mrs Murphy

Jesus

Mary

Joseph

And Saint Patrick the porters scream too

The journalists can feel it

Now it begins

The engine of prayer revs up. Like Lewis Hamilton on the grid

Jesus, Mary, Joseph, an Saint Patrick over and over again

The the Rosary begins at warp factor 9, no time to build up speed

Just slap it down warp factor 9

And on Clapton plays, as people play and surgeons earn their pay

And on Clapton play, and on Clapton plays

With almighty God himself throwing down thunderbolts

I’ll stop there I have yet to write the tale, I have yet to find that speed typist

So all you’ll know is what’s on the page today

But I hope you can imagine how it will feel, and Music is feeling

And if I write it right and Clapton does in fact play

Then God will push Eric out of the way and pick up the guitar himself

And that is when Story and Music Collide

20/Feb/2021 3pm

Just the Way you Are ©

By Michael Casey

What have Barry White and God got in common? They love us just the way we are. During my Tinnitus time, my mind wanders and between prayer and profanity, staying awake all night is no joke. Though if you remember your Bible, the disciples fell asleep, I am so jealous of them. Strangely right now the hiss seems to have lessened, as if the tide has gone out. My left ear always goes deaf too, every time I shower, if it were my left foot it would not matter, but hearing does.

So, as I look in the mirror of my imagination, what do I see, a George Clooney look alike, or the Elephant Man? Well sniff, and don’t scratch, and make your mind up. Though a workman did just barge into the toilet, so he’ll be making his own mind up. A twirking Michael Casey, with a bum bigger than Beyonce’s or am I just an Elephant Man? Sniff and don’t tell, thankfully this is not cinema.

Which brings us back to my hairy back, my stained left shoulder, with a mass of hair on it. During the Mass God sees all, and as I said before he Loves Us, just the way we are. Even if we stop talking and slap on the Movelot, on that very same shoulder, because we are about to curse in pain. And yes I’ve just done that, curse my pain, and Tinnitus is torture in the night, so that brings lots of things. But when Barry White sings, that can be a cure for everything. I’ve just turned him on, not literally, he’s a MAN, a very big MAN, but Ladies and Angels too, he’s in Heaven singing.

And God doesn’t want me blocking the view of the Stage, so despite my pleading, God wants me to stay, here in Birmingham while Barry sets the stars Rocking, while I’m like a blind man lost my way. So will the Tinnitus disappear fully and properly, will I get a big Grace, who knows but Big Grace is the dinner lady with all the moves, who always dances in red shoes. Not as graceful as a ballet dancer, but when she twirls as she dishes out the food a cheer goes up, big Grace knows God’s love. And when she sings, people stop eating their dinner in the school canteen, a voice of an Angel.

So that’s her and that’s me. We are all different as Joan in the Print room used to say, and God loves us any which way. So never be hard on yourself if you feel the mirror doesn’t match the way you want to be. Reality is what it is, yes we can tweak and we can twirl, but just be kind to yourself, try yes, but don’t let trying lead to crying. God can’t help himself, he loves us just the way we are. Move over Clapton, God’s on guitar.

Almost a Poem (c)

By Michael Casey

Well me and Tinnitus are going through a strange period, not staying awake all night till exhaustion and sleep arrive. But chunks of sleep and not being awake till they arrive. Though 3am where were you? I was having toast and Ovaltine, a snack and a hot drink seems to being sleep to me.

Sometimes Totoro our cat arrives, to be let out to plague the countryside, or just to chill with the nearby foxes, but not Gumiho, so I let the cat out and away she leaps. Setting off lights and movement sensors all over the neighbourhood. That’s how I know when she wants to come in when she’s out late drinking with the foxes. The lights light up everywhere, so me in my Tinnitus time put on a dressing gown and go downstairs to let her in.

Last night I had a poem come to me, 1% of my output is poetry of sorts, so 20 out of 2000 pieces maybe. When I get a poem it tends to be very good, yes in my opinion, but most people almost always agree too. I really should record any stray ideas and snatches, then I’d have more material to annoy you with. But I’m no Stevie Wonder, though I do have my share of Inner Visions, he has recording equipment by his bed. Me I just want to sleep, I do have aa old phone directing a smart speaker through the night. And yes Sting has been added to the night shift, so Taylor Swift can get a rest, and be fresh in the morning to do the High Dusting in my study. As you know her lad works in the chip shop down the hill, and that’s how I kill two birds with one stone.

So there I was thinking, and with Tinnitus your brain can go into overdrive as you fight to sleep, that’s why it is so debilitating, not to mention my other weaknesses. I got a theme about Land and Peace and Faith and Geography. History is Geography, and, you Cannot beat Geography. Something for all armies to think about, as well as with Faith you can Move Mountains. If you know that then you can achieve something, with Love.

I had a few lines and said to myself, that’s good as I was half asleep and half awake and half in pain, Tinnitus is part of the Sine Curve of pain that I endure for 8 years now, first starting with Arthur my arthritis. When it hits it is deeper and longer, my pain. The night time Tinnitus seems to be worse too. But I want to talk about the Words, I had a line here and there so I promised myself I’d put it together in the morning, like flatpack furniture. Only I lost the allen key, or rather I lost the words by the time I was finally ready to arise. I still awake every 2 hours, so by the time I’d had my 8 hours, after Tinnitus time, the allen key to attach the words together had gone. Maybe I need a Gumiho I could dictate to in the night, but that is just a fantasy in all senses of the word and my imagination .

You have to have words and dreams and Gumiho fantasies even, because without them the pain would be far to much to bear, and no I’m not joking, I wish I were. Today my small daughter tells me our study clock is famous, as it chimes through the online lessons, and her French teacher calls it charming, though this dad is no Prince. The Geography class recognise the chimes too, meanwhile Jesus he Knows Me is playing on my speaker, Music the Genesis for everything. And yes Jesus does know me, and Saint Jude’s too, for when you are awake in the night, the conversation ebbs and flows like as does the Music of My Night, Andrew where is your Webber? Music is a cobweb catching thoughts in the night, dreams, hopes, and fantasies, as well as curses and pain, bouncing and rippling everywhere.

So that’s all I have for today, maybe the Poem will arrive, they are gifts, they arrive and my train of thought marshals them in the station. I do not control the Poetry timetable, they are free spirits like Totoro our cat. The other writing is fast and furious, maybe my subconscious is telling me to squeeze out all I have, my only gift for my two teenage daughters. Then the page will flutter and fall down like falling leaves and my tree of words will be bare, and I’ll turn to mush like fallen Autumn leaves on the wood’s floor.

So enjoy me while I’m still here, as I constantly tell my daughters, I’ve had 6 years of extra time. But if you are a Gumiho, you’ll have to wag your 9 tails to catch me, and would I be worth it? 20 years more if a Gumiho did her magic, though that’s just more Music in the Night, I really must push the piano out of my bed.

Less is More ©

Michael Casey

Ok, as promised here’s a new piece for you. I’ve had a catch up with Vincenzo and it really should get International awards. 10/10 at least. So Less is More, what am I talking about. Not how I nag people, well maybe or maybe not. As you know I’m nosey so I watch people, hence decades of memories. And I’ve read and studied and I’ve even been writing for a long long time.

I once worked in a call centre, doesn’t everybody. And a girl there said to one of my fellow workers “you’re just a scruffy Indian”, only later did he reveal to her that he was in fact working 7 days a week, which is stereotypical Indian, or Korean. He was earning extra money to pay for Teacher Training at University for his wife. His real job, his 9 to 5 job? He, the “scruffy Indian” as she called him, he taught surgeons how to use lasers in operations. Yes really. I won’t reveal his name. But he was a very nice man.

Which makes me wonder the scars I have up both legs to my naughty bits and right down my chest, were they blade or laser? Anyway I’ve had 6 years extra time so far, and that’s why Still Alive 2015 had that title. So I’m rambling, do you want me to cut to the chase, or shall I put it in a podcast. I could record this later so you can hear it on Spotify later, https://anchor.fm/michael-casey1  to HEAR my Podcast.

Carrying on, do you just want bullet points, and a vacuous list, like you find in features pages? Yes, I’m very critical of the quality of stuff that litters the internet, Miaow. Here’s a few tips for you. First, make a list. Then you’ll buy less at the supermarket, or buy less online so you avoid impulse purchases. Ditto with your day, five minutes planning while you pooh on the toilet in the morning, will make all the difference to your day, and you will feel less bloated too. If only Trump twittered less during his toilet time he would have been less irritable, and so much more organised. Getting the Country to fight amongst itself is not organisation.

Look in the mirror before you go out, because appearances matter, to some. And you don’t want your dress stuck in the back of your panties, or your flies open. Simple things that can change your life. Yes, simple things matter. Like smiling, being Happy is a choice, even if you are not one of the 7 Dwarfs. I had the AA motto, How I can make this Day count, on my mantlepiece for years. No, I was not a drunk, I found it in a newspaper and cut it out, maybe 35 years ago. The point being, I read something and I agreed with it. So, I took it as my own. You have to smile, or people will say you are a misery guts, we had a guy work with us in the hotel, that was what we thought of him, misery. If only he smiled instead.

So, perception, and self-perception do matter. If only Michael Jackson did look in that mirror and change. How you look does affect how you feel. Yes, I know you all think I look like an illiterate tramp, but I want you to judge the words, and I detest those perfect vacuous influencer selfies, just before they fall off the cliff while taking selfies. Again I do like to surprize people, I had a doctor talk down to me at a conference, so I waited, he was talking about hotel economics, then I said my piece, adding My Brother did Economics at Cambridge, his reply, I can tell. So he noticed I had a brain then, so never talk down to anybody, just in case they bite your bum. Though in complaint letters, give them 3 strikes, then email the CEO and put Formal Complaint in the letter, every CEO has an email, and then really really dump on them. The board looks at lists of Formal Complaints and it influences their MONEY, so I’ve taught you something else as well. Be polite, but know when to be a Bastard too, your life is too short to be wasted by lazy ignorant badly trained people, Double Miaow.

I could go on, but One Direction are taking me down the Trader, the pub in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, they are celebrating their new joint venture, in car washing. I’m going to teach them how to twerk as they wash cars. So to recap, make a list, but be ready to change it. Don’t waste your time on time wasters, remember Kennedy and 15 mins for a meeting is enough. This is what I want, XYZ, and if they won’t do it walk away. Arguing the toss may make you pennies but in the long run, you’ll just get wrinkles, have you noticed I have no wrinkles, because I am penniless and don’t chase money. Ok, it’s because I fat, I won’t lie, I am heavier than Tyson Fury by the way, and 10 inches shorter. That’s why he never argues with me, he’s too busy having kids, so God Bless him anyway.

So everyday follow your list, and as you soak in the bath, look at your accomplishments, and if you have a big enough bath, let your partner look at your accomplishments, as you follow your true One Direction. You and I.

What makes and good story?

Michael Casey

Well actually, it’s the way it’s told. Ask Frank Carson the late great Northern Ireland comedian, who was so funny Roger nearly crashed the van, as he was crying with laughter, as he took Frank back to the airport. So, that’s the standard, let’s call it The FC standard. Now as I talk to you, you’ll not cry with laughter, though you may just cry. I hope that the putting it together makes it more interesting, and as I reveal things it gets more entertaining. Yes, I’m a Stripper on the page, hoping you’ll get more and more interested and entertained so a hairy man full of scars with an enormous birthmark on his left shoulder is your thing, not to mention the Winnie the Pooh belly. Some of you are, well you are, perfect for me, if that’s what gets you going. But in generality what kind of woman you do anything for love like that. But I digress.

You now have this horrible image in your mind, and that’s what stories do. They put images in your mind, in the Windmills of your Mind. Which is my favourite song by the way, and didn’t Fr. Brain later Bishop Brain used to say I was Sancho Panza as I always trailed after my much taller brother over 50 years ago. Yes really. So again you have another mental picture in your mind, and that’s what I hope I do, Cartoons made with Words, hence the name of my backup site for my words. And Don Camillo as you all know was written to fill a space on the page, and even the Pope was given a copy of those stories. I was reading Don Camillo prior to my heart bypass 6 years ago, and the Italian heart professor was impressed when I told him what I was reading. See, humble me impressing an Italian heart professor at the QE.

You can impress with your words too, but stories are for builders, a layer here a layer there, and then decoration, like a cake too. Too fancy and people will be sick, too bland and people will spit it out, or even be sick of it. Remember too a book can be great as a film, but not so good as the book itself. Because in a film things are rearranged and changed, so a novelist will have to accept changes, and if he does not like them, he can have his name removed from the credits. Then for film audiences there are Telegraph moments, and film buffs can ruin a film by pointing them out. Such as I always wear shades in front of my screen to prevent eye strain, then later on in a film the shades would reappear and save the day somehow.

The pace of a story makes it what it is, too fast and it’s like a bad boyfriend, too slow and your parents arrive. Now what am I talking about, I don’t know it’s all in your imagination, On y soit qui mal y pense, and so on. So, you’re smiling now, why? Come on, tell me, why? So choice of words can make or break a story. I’d rather be gentle myself, and make the laughs last, just take you by the hand and lead you up the garden path. And yes there are several meanings to that last sentence, it’s up to you. That’s the joy of Radio, as I hope you hear all these stories as you read them aloud to grannie and all the others in the old people’s home. They like a good story old people, and if you find Old People’s Home on my back list, or even spotify, you’ll have a really good laugh. It’s in the second chapter of Tears for a Butcher, my unfinished sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker, and you all know I’d like to dictate it, otherwise you’ll all be spared another 600 page comic novel.

Keeping people reading and turning pages is another thing a story should do, but you know what, if they just drop knickers every 20 pages, or a murder every 40 page then that’s just boring. Though some novelists have had a lifetime of words just by doing that. With me I hope you get laughter and more, and bastards get shown the door, in the best possible taste, with humour. You are the judges, I just please myself, and hope you all like it. I don’t plan it like a Delia Smith recipe, I am like a blindfolded chef who mixes it all up, and presents it naked on the plate, which might remind you of another tv chef. My words are chosen and flow, and the hope is that you all says he’s on LSD, I am on IMAGINATION in reality. The reality I present on the page should amuse and make you ask who is Michael Casey?

Now have I explained What makes a good story? Probably not, but it is a story in itself? And getting the stories from in ourselves is what it is all about. Words on a page, cartoons made with words shared with love and laugher. Now this Sancho Panza has to mount his donkey and head for Korea, and Vincenzo is waiting for me there, to help carry away bars of gold.

Not Worth my Spit ©

By Michael Casey

Not Worth my Spit is a Chinese expression, it means it’s a waste of time talking to somebody, it’s not worth your spit. You may have had dodgy companies give you grief, and you go around in circles, a bit like Diplomatic dealings. Hey North Korea, Trump really was right, you’d make a great travel destination, so set your people free, and in one generation you’ll be Top of the Pops, and be singing happily. If Germany could rebuild after the Hitler nightmare, what can North Korea do? Even better and greater.

There are 5 of my books on my WordPress in Korean, Kim, so have a laugh and read and then think, I want to live happily ever after, me and my people. I am worth your spit, so have a download and read happily. Now getting back to my theme, Not Worth my Spit. Kids bicker and say, he did this she did that, he should say sorry for scratching my Barbie dolls face, her behaviour is a disgrace. She should say sorry first, no he did the worse thing, his apology should be the first thing. So, mom, slaps both of them, a draw is declared, and all toys are locked in the cupboard under the stairs. Then they both hate mum, at last unity, mum is the worst, they can agree on that. So much for Diplomacy.

Circles of friends and circles of deceit, I’ll do this for you if you do that for me, so much for monkeys picking fleas off each other, a bit like Politics and Union deals. Where is Humanity, we leave that in Church on a Sunday, the rest of the week, we are weak Humanity, bargaining and cheating, and badmouthing each other, and for what? So, we can sell cheap copies of this and that and claim it’s worth 4 times it’s weight in Gold. And what about the Customers, they are there just there to be fooled, and abused, nobody is going to pay to send our rubbish back to us, to get a false refund. So, we gain more money but lose our soul, and as for integrity, we can buy some cheap online, it’s a new rave fake perfume our cousins sell. And on it goes.

Now is all this worth my spit, your spit, or anybody’s spit. No, not really, but if by reading this you are more cautious before you buy, then I’m worth your spit. But then again, if I’m not then you can spit on me.

Johnny No Friends ©

By Michael Casey

Peter had no friends, in fact he now was a stay at home person. Though everybody used to call him John or Johnny, because he was always in the toilet, rushing to it in fact. They even moved his desk to the corridor outside the toilet as a prank, so he thanked them and stayed there for 3 years. He did have relationships, but only with delivery drivers who dumped stuff by his desk. So he was a Concierge without actually being a concierge. But he was happy enough because he was near the toilet, he could dump like an Elephant, and smell just as bad. Bad diet and a touch of CKD does that to you.

As the years rolled by he knew more and more about the delivery drivers, as he had a giant thermos on his desk ready to dispense a warming drink. So by the end of the 3rd year he had more Christmas cards than the entire offer, but luckily he was a dab hand with a Prit stick so he dabbed them and stuck them to the walls. It looked better than Santa’s Grotto or any church. Everybody took photos and a photographic magazine even awarded a prize. Johnny and his Cards the caption read in the magazine, with Johnny’s email below. Though nobody knew his name was Peter in reality.

Then Johhny’s bladder got so bad, he’d have to wear nappies or have a funnel and a tube from his desk to the toilet. So, Johnny spent his last penny and had to leave. The company were generous, he could have sued the arse off them for the 3 years in the corridor, the company secretary said, who was a bit leaky himself, so obviously he was on Peter’s side. So Johhny got a nice pension, and a framed digital photo of the Christmas Santa’s Grotto, and a very nice tablet which was waterproof so he could use it in the toilet, just as Trump does.

So now Johnny had no friends, but he still had his tablet, well several, as the doctors kept on trying this and that in an attempt to fix him, so he had bottles of tablets, as well as the digital tablet. Johnny got used to his new life, and he had friends on the Internet too, while he continued dashing to the loo. One day out of the blue he had an email from LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com

He was going to delete it in anger, but decided to answer. Lindy Loo was her real name, she was American in Kansas were the mail servers were, and she did have two red shoes which she clicked and she did like ballet too. Out spilled everything, she’d seen the Santa photo in a photographic magazine while she was at the dentists having her teeth fixed.

So Johhny No Friends had found one true friend, which is all you need, and yes she loved the Beatles too, she played them constantly on her Amazon Prime subscription. Now email is a lovely thing, it is a letter that can be read over and over again, you can print them off too and put them in a scrap book too. After a few months, Peter and she called him Peter too, it was so much better than being called Johnny, because he used always to be in the John, so Peter asked for a photo. So LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com sent him a photo, she was tall and big, with horrid teeth and the stereo typical black glasses that Koreans, or American born Koreans wear. But she did have hair to kill for. So obviously Peter fell in love with her instantaneously. Because he knew the real her, and she knew the knew him, so the feeling was mutual.

Though LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com had lied, because she’d been hurt before, so sent a picture of her best friend from next door. So the friendship continued, and LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com decided she wanted to come and visit Peter in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, so a quaintly named place after all. So Peter said he knew somebody he ran an AirB&B so he could get her discount, it was the bloke next door. Peter had wondered why he was always carrying large supplies of toilet paper, and did he have some disorder? But his neighbour laughed and said it was for his apartments. So Peter helped let in all the supplies when delivery drivers came, so he was offered discount if ever, if ever he needed an apartment. So that was that, and this was now.

LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com said that was great, as she licked her dinner plate, that was her one bad habit, licking her plate like Oliver Twist, as she read his email on her iPhone12. They’d know each other for 18 months now all told, and so they weren’t being bold. She’d fly in from Kansas and land at Birmingham BHX, and Peter would be there to greet her, old Michael the taxi driver would be ready and he’d drive steady. Now when LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com arrived Michael was in for a surprize, for the girl that landed was not like the photo, in fact how could she be. It was her best friend from next door, the Kansas girl was no witch, though she did wear red shoes. Michael drove her to the apartment where Peter was waiting, he told Michael he must have picked up the wrong girl, but it was the right girl, the perfectly right girl. You see Lindy Loo looked like a Kpop star, but prettier if that is even possible. Peter was shocked but she knew everything about him, and asked was he disappointed, and she’d leave immediately if he felt she’s abused his friendship. You see she felt it best to see if he wanted her for who she really was, and in emails he saw her as she really was. Apart from the photo deception, you see a girl has to know that she’s wanted for herself, not just her looks.

Peter replied, it’s an ill wind that blows no good, and farted before dashing to the toilet. You see Lindy Loo’s dad was a Proctologist, so why should nature get in the way of friendship. She enjoyed a month visiting Old Forge and Singing Anvil, she also revealed she was actually a dentist. Peter felt ten feet tall, and Lindy Loo just knew, she’d break her broom, she’s never go back to Kansas. Besides her dad had worked out how to fix Peter, as he knew he’d be joining the Korean American family. A Break Wind family, was born, Lindy Loo always loved England, and now part of it in the shape of Peter would be all her very own. And yes they had four daughters and formed a Kpop band, you see Love is like the wind it knows no boundaries, and the Kpop band was called The Saint Patricks because that was the day they finally met.

The Sky is the Limit ©

By Michael Casey

Well, I’m listening to Sky, yes clouds make lots of rain, especially when it’s thundering. Or if you are as old as me, John Williams et al. So, what shall I talk about today? I haven’t decided yet, but Totoro the cat sneaked in, I keep her out of this room, “the study” as I want a refuge and a nice place, that no cat paws can reach. We’ve managed to stop her from clawing the living room sofas, but the kitchen chairs have claw marks galore, even though we invested in a cat scratcher by food bowl. But cats don’t care, do you think I’m a dog? I’m a cat and I’ll scratch that, and if you put me out I’ll Leap a Fence and pretend I live with the neighbours here there and everywhere, then I’ll come home when it’s time for bed. Just for the bedtime bowl of milk. I’m not a stupid dog, I’m Totoro the Ninja cat. It’s her 6th Birthday soon, I said the girls could have a pet, a dog if I died or a cat if I had a heart attack. Weeks after that joke, the joke was on me an unplanned quadruple heart bypass. So be careful what you say, of you’ll end up with a cat scratching your furniture. But I digress.

So, I’m talking about pets then? No, but cats do grab your attention, even if it is by clawing at your bedroom door to be let out at 5am. Or setting off the motion sensor lights at 2am, then refusing to come in, because there’s something she can spy from up on high on the garden fence. So, as you shiver with the back door open for her, she just shows you her backside and continues stalking whatever was over the fence, as she wears a fur coat.

I just went to the kitchen for another hit drink and Totoro is outside the door giving me her big eyes, wanting to come in. Like a guard dog, but positioned next to the radiator, she is a cat after all, and cat’s have heat sensors in them, they find the warmest place to go. We have 2 metre tall cupboards in the kitchen, but to the cat it’s a challenge, a small Everest to climb, and besides hot air rises so she have a climb just because it’s there. Cats are nosey too and they always enjoy a view. A neighbour may build a high fence, but for a cat that’s just a challenge, so quicker than any Marine she’ll have a look and stand upright like a meerkat just to prove, any cat can look at any queen. And should you leave a door ajar, or a window open, then say hello pussy.

All in all cats love challenges, and they are company and make a house a home. Though my friends Lech, Boris and Gregorgi prefer wolf like dogs, because they can pull a sledge when Winter comes. Now is there a point to all of this? Man’s best friend is a dog, though I would have had to die before my girls got a dog. The point is this, The Sky is the Limit. Cats never give up, they look here and there and leap fences, they put their noses into everything like a Search Engine. Even yandex.ru can find me, and they have, so I wrote to them today to encourage them to share what they found. The Russian translation of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker and 2000 other stories for free until Russian Media get in on the act and share Lech, Boris and Gregorgi with the masses. Their offices ae near The Tolstoy museum, so I’d be in good company. In essence I’ve been a cat, sniffing around and climbing trees, checking back, or is it Checkoff and wasn’t he a Russian in Star Trek where the sky is the limit.

Reading Books ©

By Michael Casey

Ok, I’m full of snot and I should be lying down, but instead I’ll do a bit of writing like a clown. I just spotted the Russians are Coming, as the highest one day figure appeared. I did actually have dream and sat bolt upright in bed, and said “the Russians are Coming” then I went back to sleep, this was maybe 50 years ago when 3 or 4 of us brothers shared the same bedroom in the old family house. I mentioned the Russian search engine yesterday and I did email them, I’m shameless I’ll try and “Corrupt” anybody with my writing. I hope Google don’t get the hump, or my viewing figures might slump, just like my belly.

Though the Russians may not like two of my stories, The Spaceman and the Archangel story, though I think it’s great. Then the other story they might not like is I’m setting up a Band, where Putin, Trump, The Pope and The British PM become an Abba Tribute band. Apart from those two I hope the Russians love Stories too, wasn’t that a Sting or Billy Joel song. 2000 stories, perfect for cartoons and learning English with the son of a Kerry Blacksmith, that’s me.

Now that’s just the preamble, while I scramble my eggs. And rubbish rhythms are just a joke, while I stir the yolks. Reads like Lemony Snicket, and does he play cricket, Theresa May or may not, she’s in the band, as she was the PM when I wrote the story, but she’s still a Tory. Ok, I’ll cut the doggerel, or you’ll drown me at sea, Fisher, and do Germans bite, too much radio4 when I grew up, 20 years of that, before I took to the pen, and if I were a sheep you’d dip me in sheep dip, and leave me or corralled, I’m high enough already, just with Imagination. Then 33 years or writing, to make you all cross. 53 years in all, and I look so good looking, ok, shut it , frankly just shut it. Larry close that door there’s a draft right up my Spaghetti Junction. Now the past few sentences were for the pseuds-clever, who clog up radio4, so nobody else gets a chance, I am a Podcast now you know https://open.spotify.com/show/1wSSIExkhsR97u1jqj0iiR

Now where was I, just going around in circles, and they say you should have a circle in stories, I suppose it’s better than being far fetch like s))* from China. Which was an expression of my mother’s gone almost 25 years now, what it means is Beyond Belief, like me marrying a Shanghai girl. That kind of unbelievable, nothing bad about China, I don’t want 1,400,000 angry emails in my Junk mail, no pun intended. Chinese’s people might say “he’s from Birmingham” just as John Cleese used to say “ he’s from Barcelona” ok, enough said. By the way did I tell you , one of my brothers went to the same Cambridge college and John Cleese, where Michael was Winner, but nobody has filmed anything of mine yet. Maybe the Russians will be coming to film all 2000 of mine, who knows, just putin a good word for me.

Now, what did I read when I was younger, well Fear is the Key by Alistair MacLean, is why I read. I was afraid of Mr Gallagher so I started reading to avoid his wrath, and that changed my life in the mid 1960s. I did read everything Alistair MacLean wrote too, staying up till 2am to finish one off, freezing in the downstairs living room before going to bed, central heating ws unheard of then. I read all the History on the bookshelf by my desk in classroom of Class One at primary school. For a time I was left to read alone at a big desk downstairs because I was so far ahead of the class, and no not social isolation. The Outline of History by H.G. Wells was one of the books I read. I still have it, I was given it as a leaving present from Primary School, and yes I really was Head Boy, or locker-upper to make sure nobody did damage in dinner times.

So all in all I read by the yard for a decade or two, then radio4 with plays and clever people speaking nicely, before Reginal accents were introduced, instead of BBC English. That’s probably why I speak the way I do, but I did have a Kerry mother whose strong accent we only noticed on the phone, when we eventually got a phone. As for dad he worked in The District Iron and Steel Brasshouse Lane Smethwick, in the heat of hell for 40 years, with Welshmen, so some though dad was Welsh, though he too was a Kerryman, Hello Dear How Are You, was what he used to say. Which proves how we all acquire our accents, over in the corner my small daughter is doing her French A Level homework, so that is full of accents too, or is it three.

So, on it goes reading, reading, reading, and when you get bigger it’s newspapers, so somebody introduced me to the Telegraph, then I started reading online newspapers too. The Guardian to balance the Telegraph and now a bit of Daily Mail too, though stars flashing their bits is boring, and I’d demand a double page spread, though a good double mattress would be more useful. Words are stories and they lead us everywhere, especially up the garden path, where Gill with a G is waiting to remind you Michael is Awful, but I do like him.

Chocolate and Salmon and Italian Beer ©

By Michael Casey

Well, I had a lazy time in bed listening to my smart speaker, then I got up feeling happy, I resisted the temptation to say Happy, because he is one of the seven dwarfs, and you would have gone all the shop with the potential ramifications. See I’ve confused you already, though if you’re a smiling Quack you may have had a field day too. But I like to amuse myself and you too. As for the chocolate mint ice cream cone and salmon with tomatoes on seeded bread and Italian beer, that was my lunch, the Italian beer being a late arrival to the house, but Moretti was welcomed, I think my friend Vincenzo in Korea must have sent it.

So now you know what’s in my belly but what about my head, nothing you are all saying in unison. You may be right, but that does not stop me from writing, though some of you may wish I did. You are all so cruel, Vincenzo stop playing with your lighter, they are scared enough by my writing already. Here I have saved the last straw for you, drink slowly and don’t spill the other can Moretti over your fancy suit. Better still give it to me, and I’ll stop an accident before it happens, you can go back to playing with your lighter now.

So, what am I talking about, I’ve caught up with the plot now, so shall I share it with you? Atmosphere. That’s what. In the morning there an atmosphere in my bedroom, so I opened the window and let the fresh air in. No, the atmosphere was created by the music, I have it on low all night as I fight the Tinnitus, and then I switch it off depending on my state of restfulness and exhaustion. So, by the time I was ready to get up I decided Justin Timberlake would be nice, yes girls I know he always is as far as you are concerned. So, I told him to be careful with his bubble gum while I has a couple of hours of music, though I did manage to kick the smart speaker onto the floor, luckily it was not damaged.

I listened to the new stuff too that the app puts on after Justin, and that was nice as well, so you can imagine a lazy Sunday morning atmosphere, though today is Wednesday, 24th March 2021 for all you students of my words.

Atmosphere is created by location and music and food, but never eat in bed as the crumbs get everywhere and as I am so hairy they would stick just about everywhere, no need for imagination. If you have a nice atmosphere you can achieve more or reveal more, nothing to do about undressing your lover and being in bed. As I started in bed, what I am talking about is that you are happier, you are in your comfort zone, so you are in a more relaxed frame of mind. Shops and Restaurants all think about these things as it can encourage all to spend more money, and that’s what they want, yes they enjoy being of service and those who work in service industries do. Everything is examined and analysed, no not back to you and your lover in bed, Marketing is all about making people comfortable and relaxed so the clamp is relaxed on the wallets and money transfers to the seller.

Conversation and Confession is easier too in a more relaxed environment, so take your priest down the pub and tell him it was you who scratched his car in the church car park. And see what kind of penance he gives you, 15 pints of Stella Artois and a packet of cheese and onion crisps, is what my priest usually charges, he’s not call Don Camillo for nothing. And yes Don Camillo deliberately parks his car so it will be scratched, how else is he going to gather the beer and crisps for the Children’s Home Fete, priests are devious. 600 pints of Stella and 14 boxes of crisps was what he needed, and he doubled it. How? He got the Police Inspector to swear there was damage, so everybody coughed up, he did of course threaten to blackmail the Police Inspector over the stolen bike from 30 years ago. We have no statute of limitations here in England. You can read more in Chapter 7, And for your Penance, from my comic novel The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker.

I think I’ve given you enough atmosphere now, as beef braising in the kitchen is wafting through the house, so I’m thinking of my belly again. And should you pour Brandy on Beef, would it be just what the doctor ordered, I don’t know, I’m neither a doctor nor a chef, I’m a writer creating his own atmosphere, I think I’ll dash to the bathroom now.

The Confidence Booster ©

By Michael Casey

Sue was a timid girl, she wouldn’t say excuse me to anybody, just mutter silently to herself. So, she’d take forever to get through the queue in the canteen, so she always got the slops. Now Doreen on the counter who doled out the dinners noticed this and felt sorry for her. Poor little white girl so pale, she needed to eat more food and then she could study harder at the school library. So, Doreen decided she’d look after this little chick, it was her duty as a God fearing women, and Pastor John always said we should love one another. So, Doreen smiled to herself, thy Lord’s Will be done, Amen to that. Now how could she help Sue, she was just a dinner lady. Yes, she was just a dinner lady, but she had a voice, and she knew how to use it.

You, yes you, I’m looking at you, she sung make way for Sue, or you’ll never know what I’ll do. Now Doreen was in a Pentecostal choir and she knew how to sing, bring her up to the table and I’ll feed her, we ain’t got five loaves and two fishes but some very nice dishes. And on Doreen sung, as Sue passed through the queue, nobody complained, for this was like Adele singing, but obviously better, Doreen was a very big church lady after all. Amen, amen to that. So, Sue got served first, the last shall be first and the first shall be last, Doreen said Amen to that. It became a thing, Doreen big black and very beautiful sung, and Sue skipped through the dinner queue.

Now having a warming dinner in your belly is good if you want to study, and Sue was far happier and her confidence grew. Doreen smiled, she had almost adopted the child, but that was not enough. The school, the Benes School was a place of great learning, but Doreen thought it only right she did a but of social engineering, ok , friend making, any matchmaking they could do for themselves after that. So, Gloria her friend on the cleaning crew went on a mission, scout out a nice boy who’d help Sue with her studying. So obviously Gloria picked the Librarian, because he’d know where all the best books were. Yes, he was a little older, and much taller, but he seemed nice, his bin was never overflowing, and he did say please and thank you to the Cleaning Crew. So that was that.

Gloria was tasked to get him to the dining hall, and that’s what she did, she said she needed a big strong man to help her carry things. So, Larry the Librarian was roped in, Gloria had lied, being a cleaner for many years meant she was so strong. Besides her man, Manuel was a judo martial arts teacher, so she had plenty of practice at throwing things about, but not many people knew that. Where was I, yes, Larry arrived at the dining hall. Sue was there already. Doreen looked and Gloria looked back, then they started.

Hey girl, do you want some of my cherry pie, sung Doreen. Gloria replied, you mean me girl. NO, not you you’ve eaten a pie too many, I mean Sue, my child, come here and have some cherry pie, on sung Doreen. Larry laughed as Doreen and Gloria sung back and forth a tale of pies with cherries on top. Sue noticed his laugh, and his sparkling eyes. Gloria was right, he was the right boy for Sue, and in the future he’d say I do. Doreen sparkled, she sung Amen to that. Larry was lead to the counter by Gloria, a pie thrust in his hand. Was this a High School Musical. No, this was Old Forge and Singing Anvil in England, the Benes schools for higher learning.

Gloria and Doreen found a spare pie and shared it, as the canteen audience applauded, the staff were great here, and the teachers weren’t not so bad either. Now I could go on, but Gloria and Doreen have to go to church it is a Sunday after all, Palm Sunday. So prepare we the way of the Lord, and your own confidence will grow.

THERE MAY BE OVERLAP AS I CHANGED WORDPROCESSOR

In bed with Lenny Bruce and Obama too (c)

Michael Casey

Morning all

Well Tinnitus was pain yesterday

I’m in the land of the living now

I dug out an old keyboard but it feels right

smooth island keys

ask any writer or data inputter

a keyboard makes a big difference

its a bit like stroking the legs of a lover

I’ll leave that thought with you

NOW

I did think of Lenny Bruce while I was in bed too

Strange bedfellows

I even had an idea that made me smile

I could write the most graphic and profane piece ever

Though I leave blanks for you all

you have to crayon in the words for yourselves

I could also record or auto record the piece

But it would get banned without even being read/heard

The BBC actually banned a piece of mine from a website

Yes Really

Why

Because the tag line said”and send me 10 dollars”

So I was accused of Soliciting Money

MORONS

Read Internet story, I think that was the title

It’s somewhere on my 4 sites

This is the Main one, and WordPress has the most Translations on

The other 2 are backups

I’m enjoying this keyboard, the feel is so smooth

Not as much fun as stroking a lover

But I’ll leave that to your imagination again, and again and again

I’m glad I switched keyboards this is so good

I’m having a When Harry met Sally moment

Pink is singing behind me too on the smart speaker

She is such a great singer For Now is the song

SO Lenny Bruce was inked with me, him and his spiders

I thought of an entire riff, so go BLANK BLANK yourself

I laughed aloud in my Tinnitus bed

And Tinnitus hissed back like Muttley

So I may write that up, or maybe not

That’s the strange thing with Writers’ Minds, or maybe it’s just me

Pete But whatever his name is got in on a story yesterday

I was just saying but, when But whatever his name is sprung to mind

Him and his bicycle, so I just followed the chain of thought

That’s why he ended up in drag at a Cabinet meeting

Blame Dr Jill climbing the Hill with a pail of water

I’m like the Donald, but without the drugs, he should be taking

I could go off on another riff, but why give him any more publicity

Which brings me to OBAMA, in Chicago

Now it’s Easter, time of forgiveness and loving thy neighbour

No, I don’t mean stroking legs and pretending it’s a keyboard either

What I’m on, on about, is what is the Easter message

It’s Hope and Love and should be bigger than Christmas

though folks think Christianity is Christmas

The theologians amongst you can discuss that

If you are not playing with your keyboards

So what does Pierre mean?

Pierre means Rock in French

So Saint Peter was the Rock the church was founded on

Simple

Now is a church, a faith, a collection of beautiful buildings

and Art and Priests and Buildings going back 2000 years?

Or is it a collection of rocks?

Yes, its a collection of Pierres, people

A church is a people

Not a mega church where the “priest” is a millionaire

and flaunts it, but slams the door shut when a natural disaster happens

The church, any church is a collection of Pierres

So OBAMA, I’m talking to you, there is money in the kitty

Private money for your library

So here’s an idea

Rather than put rocks on rocks for a Library

Have a collection of Pierres instead

Have the Rhodes scholars for 2021 onwards

Don’t waste time defining Rhodes etc

Let there be the Obama Scholarships

Post Covid the world needs Pierres not rocks

So, I’ll give/tell you what Lenny Bruce would say

BLANK BLANK BLANK BLANK

Help kids get an education, start a business

Use the money in the kitty for that

Is it $400,000,000 dollars?

Build Minds not Buildings

You are Obama and on this rock, build minds and businesses first

Because of You is playing on the smart speaker

So Smart Speaker, that’s you Obama, let people say, Because of YOU

They got some education, they started a business

This is a mustard seed I’m sending you

We had the “Trump University”

Now you can do something for real, that will really make a difference

Build Minds, leave rocks for later, if at all

A building may last 100 years, but an idea?

You are Pierre

Now do something, or will Lenny Bruce have to reveal

that you BLANK BLANK BLANK

is that physically possible?

I am impressed.

Now impress Chicago for real

Michael Casey

the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England

p.s. if you bump into Pete But whatever his name is, tell him Birmingham is

NOT in Alabama, he’s such a card, now play with the deck I’ve giving you.

Art and Design (c)

Michael Casey

I was having a snack and I hadn’t though of what to talk about today, the usual state of affairs, when I caught my own reflection, as I was reflecting on what to write about. Obviously I though who is that tasty looking man in the window, as tasty as my snack, then I realised it was me, such over arching modest. You’ve all just choked and spat your sandwich out all over your screen, or Big Brenda from accounts has just done a maneuver to save you from choking, so tonight she is doing more maneuvers under the duvet. So thank me for choking you, now you have found your future wife.

So what was I going to write about, you don’t care Brenda will always be there for you, so much for appreciating the Writer. Yes, I was going to talk about Art and Design, it says so at the top of the screen, while you and Brenda and being obscene, but in the best possible way. Now, where was I, I sound more and more like Frankie Howerd, yes, Art and Design. There is a way of making things nice, it’s called curves, or Women, as God designed them. So if you look around you what looks best. Yes curves. Curves in Design, look at your keyboard, not keys if you are bored, but keyboard, it’s curvy at the edges, even the keys are curved and smooth with a bit scooped out so your finger tips can slide in. All very simple, but the feel is so important. Nobody wants angular and rough, smooth and curvy is the way. Look at all the objects in your home, curves everywhere. If you have straight lines it is not Nature, man made objects were originally straight and boring mass produced, until Art and Design crept in.

Look at the old monitors in computer rooms, they were chunky and heavy, I can remember back to 1978 when I first started in a computer room, we had a rust coloured lump of cheddar with green writing, this was the super dupper fancy one. I can remember when I bought my own first flat panel monitor back in 2002 maybe, the staff taxi was a Jaguar so he could fit an old one I sold to him in his boot. Meanwhile I had a flat screen monitor which cost 4 times then what they do now. Writing being my vice, so I had a nice colour monitor. Meanwhile the jag driver had a lump of cheese monitor for his video game playing son.

And on it goes Art and Design. If you look back at those old photos what will you see? Badly shaped items, with extra large shoulders, both the people and the Fashionable clothes they wore. Then as time progressed the lapels got thinner and thinner till they disappeared. Go look at your Google photos is you don’t believe me, see you all looked so horrible, apart from your Gay cousin, and his friend Linda from the chip shop, who when she wasn’t battering fish dress to kill and thrill. Your cousin, was her pretend boyfriend to keep the sharks at bay, though once there was a fight and it wasn’t nice. Linda battered three boys, for saying Gays were, I won’t say, and neither did those three ever again.Linda was also martial arts trained. Her skills did impress this man with the child in his eyes, he was a roofer, he led her to the stairway to heaven, but it was alright he was martial arts trained too, and they were only going up to admire the view.

Anyway, looks sell, whether it is fish and chips, or dinner plates.We got some new plates today, fancy curvy white ones, so my frozen fish fingers will look even better on my plate. As a child growing up, ok I’m still a child, just inside a man’s body, a fat man’s body, well when we had new stuff the lodgers had the old stuff. And if it was furniture the lodgers had our old stuff, and the stuff from the lodgers rooms went on the bonfire. All of which would now be called Antiques, and Arthus Negus would be spinning in his grave if he knew what gems we burnt at the bottom of the garden.

If you compare what you have now to what you had as a child, the look and style is so much better now, though some will say the build quality is not as good, mdf instead of wood. Things are lighter and technology is smaller, what appeared on Star Trek 50 years ago, is now a reality. Then Retro appears, I had a real BUSH radio the new Retro look one is far far smaller and lighter, the old one had a battery almost the size of a tin of beans inside. The one I inherited from Frank Brown our lodger changed my life because I started listening to The World Tonight and Douglas Steward reporting followed by the book at bedtime, me my brother had the radio in our double bed in the middle so we could hear it without waking up dad in the room next door.

So some designs stay in your memory and the thought of their shape brings back memories and smiles. You can buy curvy plastic corners to prevent your kids from poking their eyes out on sharp corners, and yes I did kid proof my house when our kids came along. I’m teased for being like Mr Brown in Paddington,but just you wait and you’ll be the same. You can go through your photos and share memories, nowadays we’d refuse to buy anything that wasn’t a decent design, we don’t live behind the Berlin Wall after all. So now I have designs on my telly, I need to watch more Kdramas. Though I will say the Art and Designs in them will turn your head as well as all the Product Placements. I just wonder am I fashionable enough to be a Kdrama star, email your opinions…

Piping Hot (c)

Michael Casey

Well we got some new ovenware, so while my dinner is in the oven, I’ll talk about Piping Hot food. I’m that well planned as far as these stories go. So how do you like your food? Some like it Hot, which was the name of a film, but it could be a metaphor. It depends on you, speaking of hot, Are you Human is my new Kdrama, it was very hot there as the nightclub burnt down, and a robot saved the day. Very exciting with the usual song/music soundtrack. The robot got shinged but the girl thought he was HOT, me I just thought the girl was hot, and gently smoldered. She was a martial arts girl, so I won’t tell her to her face, I just wonder can she type too.

So food should be hot, there’s nothing worse than cold food, so I always tell my daughters to finish fast, so I can have hot slops, or make up their mind faster, so I get hotter slops. This is the life of a dad, you are just a dustbin, maybe that’s why flies follow me. A microwave is good to to reheat any slops before you eat them. Yes I know what we are all told but, a bit of left over pizza or chicken licking is always best when it is hot. Otherwise it just goes in the dustbin. And as your mother tells you,”its a sin to waste food”. Though I never waste food, you can tell by the size of my waist, I only buy what I like and eat what I like, so waste. Or is it because I’m greedy? Read 300 and Not OUT, as we’ve just past the 300th word, that’s the family stories, I even loaded it up again in Arabic, for all my Arabic speaking readers. You’ll no doubt find some food stories in it.

Now in the middle of the night it’s always good to have something hot and spicy, and I don’t just mean your girlfriend/boyfriend, before you all say it anyway. I used to have my sandwich break at 4am in my computer room days. I’d have ham and Red Leicester cheese sandwich, you run around a computer room for up to 12 hours you need energy food. The company had a cheap drinks machine, it may have even become free years later. In the daytime we’d go to the hole in the wall sandwich shop, so on days it was cold sandwiches, but on the night shift it was my hot Red Leicester and ham. Now a word of advice, too long in the microwave and the sandwich went all stiff and useless,like eating cardboard, so you had to time it right,so it’d stay nice.

You could skin a cat and eat it, Totoro just creept in and hid under my desk, with dangerous wires, so sparks and cat on fire maybe. Be careful of that darn cat, or they’d be pussy frying tonight. Everybody everywhere if you have an animal you have to watch it, cos they always sneak everywhere. So lids on food, or put stray food in a cupboard, or in the oven or in the microwave to hide. And if you have a dog and a baby, get rid of the dog, because too many babies have died, because the animal would not hurt a fly, but will kill a baby.

That safety message was brought to you by Totoro our cat, so blame her. Now back to food, when you call the kids to the table, switch off the wifi, there are Apps that do it from your phone, so switch off the wifi otherwise you’ll be eating alone. Your family should be eating together, whatever the weather. Mindfulness and so on, or as my mother would say, the dinner’s on the table, eat it now, or the cat gets it. Jean our old cat 50 years ago, did get the Xmas turkey once,so my mother cut out the bite mark, and we cooked it. Hot Xmas dinner for 13 and a dog and a cat, remember. Don’t forget to heat the plates too, even if you have to steal your sister’s hair drier.

Well it’s time for my dinner now. It was anyway, but the new ovenware is too slippy and I tripped over the cat. Yes, it broke and my dinner went all over the floor. So I’ll be having Red Leicester and ham again. As for Totoro, she’ll be eating my hot dinner from the floor, and the ovenware is no more. Be careful in kitchens, accidents do happen, the chefs at CPNEC did tell me off once, for getting in the way on a security patrol, 60 dishes could have fallen, and I would have been axed like a tree from the company. So wherever you are and whatever you are eating, just keep it hot and spicy, and you never know your boyfriend/girlfriend may repay you in kind. And take precautions, do lay the table first, and be careful of the water jug.

Writing as a Spectator Sport (c)

Michael Casey

Well a few minutes ago I said come back later and I may have something for you, it’s Friday 16th April 2021 by the way. I went to the kitchen for a mug of tea, I’ve had 2 coffees so now I switch to tea, well by the kettle I had an idea, they never stop, and this is what you are getting, a swallow or a lark, flying through my imagination. Though you may think it to be a cuckoo.

I may need to stop in a while as my arthritis is creeping through me, so I may need to stop, in fact I do as, I need fresh air, to release a fart. While I let the fresh air in and search for my pain killing gel, have a think of what I’ll tell, as Tinkerbell falls over because of the smell. That’s much better, I’ll close the window now, whether you want me to or not. So where was I? The idea for today is Writing as a Spectator Sport. I’m sat here all alone talking to you, and not having a clue which way the words will take me. Destination Unknown, or a Run on the Bus, like my dad in his retirement days 30 years ago. I let the words move me and take over, a bit like Abba and the Music. I do have an idea, like looking at the stars and joining the dots.

So the process is joining the dots, that’s the Plough and so on, the words, the idea is all there, it’s just a question of joining the dots, simple. How I connect them, and the order makes the difference, like Frank Carson the Comedian, it’s the Way I Tell Them, so with me it’s the way I write them. Anybody can write, but not everybody is a good writer. Some writing is just too dense, for example a very clever girl was looking at my site, I think it was her, as it was a link from an old site belonging to her. Though the Internet is strange it could be anybody. Let us assume it was the clever History girl, now she’ll know who it is but I won’t identify her any more.

So, please don’t hit me. Serious pieces are serious, but the style of writing is for Academics only. I’m not saying Dumb Down, but what is the purpose of Writing? To communicate, if the style is too complicated, then the message is lost, to the average Moron like me, I’ve said it before you do. I keep it simple, because I’m a Simpleton, and I don’t have the skills to write in any other way. I do have readers in 90 Countries all told, who like the telling of my Tales, in up to 10 different languages on the same day. She’s putting her tongue out at me now, maybe she didn’t see my message I left on her site, as there was no email. She’s picking up a dictionary now, hope she doesn’t throw it, this could turn into a Kdrama.

She missed, I ducked, ok. I just imagined the cause and effect of the last paragraph, off message it’s called. Trump was off, for 4 years, though sadly people are dying because the believed his lies. So I have an idea and I follow it. I go where the wind blows, and no I won’t open the window again, I’ll just change my diet. Which brings me to my Topic, and they are such nice chocolate bars, you eat one instead of reading my rubbish. I really am Ronnie Corbette and Joyce Grenfell’s bastard child, perhaps I’m a Gerald Wiley, what you all think I’m just a Gerald, you are all so cruel. But beware Gerald is the patron saint of pregnant women.

New paragraph, as I hate it when there is a sea of ink, it’s so depressing, so space out you words, let the page breath. I’ve had a trainee Doctor comment on my paragraphing, ok it was my nephew. Shall I get to the point, there is no point, I’m a pointless Writer who never wants to be a “Celebrity”. Ok, everything is Reality TV, which I tend to hate, as it’s obnoxious Z list hosts, with sprayed on tan people, with loud voices and even louder “personalities” . MIAOW. So why not have people watch writers write. Online or in the flesh, next to the watch paint dry channel. Obviously the watch paint dry channel, would get double the viewers, just like shopping channels.

So,I’d be sat in a chair, a comfy chair, near a toilet, with my computer on a desk. A side table for drinks and my friend a fisherman,who helps me breath. That’ll confuse Americans, ok, A fisherman’s friend is not some hairy bloke from a George Clooney film, whoever he is. A fisherman’s friend is a cough sweet. Sweet. Where would I be. In a bar, so you can drown your sorrows, not because my writing is bad, you are so cruel. There would be a link that sticks an image of my head and my screen onto the Big Screen that normally show the Football. Football is not some fancy dress game in padding, that thinks it’s bad Rugby, Football is Soccer, see I have to pander to the USA audience, because I’m just a big fat panda. The audience will always be with me, until I shake them off before I get to the train station, as Les Dawson would say, you can Google him, he was good. Used to play piano in a brothel, you’ll find the “truth” out there, just past Mulder.

So I’m up on a stage, music playing in headphones, so the audience can’t put me off, they can hear the music too. Writing is a solitary business, like having a pooh in the loo, yes just like the quality of my writing, you are all so cruel. So I sit and write and listen to music as I normally would do while the audience drinks and tries to guess which way the wind will blow me. Luckily I am sat near a toilet. Then away I go, the title appears. So he’s writing Writing as a Spectator Sport. Will it be any good, or will we be too drunk to care, which might give the appearance that he really is a good writer, the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham. As I’ve said before normally from a standing start it takes an hour to write a piece, assuming my arthritis doesn’t kick off. Though as this is a spectacle maybe a massage table at the ready, with some huge bloke bigger than the Rock ready to massage me, just in case. It could be a luscious lady, but I’d be accused of sexism, or any other ism. Frank Warren the boxing promoter would be the promoter. Though in truth the Rock look alike and the massage table are just a ruse to protect me should the audience become as ugly as I look.

The audience would comment, his opening was rubbish, what do you think Garry Lineker, he lacks “ball control” as I dash to the loo, before returning to my words. So I’d go on as usual, the crowd gently singing to the music I’ve chosen as I write. The audience in darkness as I’m in the spotlight, and if they could hear Eric Clapton right now they’d see where the improm slips in slides in, just as Eric is away on his guitar. Me, it’s an adjective on my keyboard being accompanied by a comma, that’ll lead people astray.

As I write the page moves higher and higher, and I forget what I’ve just written or is it like foreplay and the drunken audience want more. I write on a roll, so I have to keep on going or I’ll go off the boil, that’s why you should never interrupt a Writer, stay away from the spout as he’s writing or you’ll get burnt. For the audience they may be with me, or without me, or just mumbling a U2 song, as I’m on the edge of a sentence, will it be a throw in, or will the audience just throw up, as they head for the toilets.

And on it goes, why did he mention that, is he time wasting, where’s the Ref. Look he’s reaching for his left shoulder, he’s rubbed it a bit. He’s dropped his left hand, he’s typing one handedly, he’s just using his right hand to write with. Spontaneous applause in the audience. He’s stopped, can he go on, he’s loosen his belt to let his belly out, don’t look his hand is in his trousers, he’s pulled his shirt and 4 jumpers out. He stood up, Garry Linekar is speechless, the fat silver haired writer in shades is going to take his multiple tops off. Is he heading for the exit, is the piece abandoned. NO, the writer looks to the massage table, as he removes his top. Men laugh, look at that belly, he’s fatter than Lard from StatsMR, then the woman applaud, he’s Winnie the Pooh belly, and the hairy left shoulder, rush the stage. Sympathy, sympathy as the Rock throws me down on the massage table, just like a potter throwing down a piece of clay, though only my feet are made of clay. Was it me, or as it the Rock, I’m massaged, and the women in the audience applaud, sympathy, sympathy they’ve all got it for me, as Kenneth Williams might say. And he’d say Go Google up the Khyber Pass, and carry on, ask Jon Sopal of the BBC to explain if you cannot understand dear reader. I really do have to stop now for a squirt of Movelat painkiller gel.

Well I’m still in pain, and so are you, you are sooo cruel to me, but my small daughter is making a snack as I speak to you. So I may finish soon. Well the Rock whispers in my ear, are you better, I whisper back, play the audience. But I feel so objectified says the Rock, I bet that’s never happened to you, so enjoy it I whisper back. So the Rock throws me for 30 mins more, while the men get drunk at the bar, and Garry Linekar improvises with data. Frank Warren counts the money before putting on his beret and mac, he’ll cycle to the Post Office before it closes, with the take, looking rather like Frank Spencer.

Then the Rock in one smooth motion, lifts and throws me into the air and catches me again. The women in the audience scream, I think the Rock has got use to being objectified by now. I slip on my shirt and 4 jumper, a reverse strip tease, the women go wild, especially as I tuck it all into my trousers. Then I begin writing again, I have led them all up the garden path, past Gill with a G from StatsMR, she’s winked at me. Then I begin again, with a new paragraph, half the audience is wild, the other is just drunk. The bar taking are through the roof, and I could mention 2 companies I used to work for, who could do that.

I spin my tale, I drop a bit here, I drop a bit there, I continue, I stumble as I write, I mistype but a better word appears, does he have a 7th gear. But we are in the Inn of the 7th Happiness, so do we care, Really, Really, Really is that the echo of Jon Sopal coming from somewhere. I stroke back my ever so soft and gently silvery hair, spreading dandruff everywhere. The audience go wild, they are ladies hairdressers who wash for a living, when they are not watching reality tv. This is gold dust to them, Really, Really, Really, says another Jon, the gay hairdresser from Rowley Regis, a king with curlers.

So on I write, a line here, a line there, continuing and joining as I preen the story, a bit of colouring and a bit of lightening as I write like Grease Lightning. John Travolta may be bald in reality, but like my story he can dance, yes he can dance, with or without a U2 song playing, and carrying a tin of paint in the street. He’s going to mark out the car parking spaces, for the next time I appear. Writing as a Spectator Sport is HERE, Really, Really, Really, oh do shut up Jon, put some curlers in.

Shakespeare come out of the bog, I’m a cross gartered fool desperate to be let in (c)

By Michael Casey

Today is Shakespeare’s Birthday, 23rd April

So he is quiffing ale like Falstaff

So his bladder is fit to but

So needs must, he is in the bog

No not an Irish bog, like found in Kerry and those parts

The kind of bog where farts are found

A toilet in any other words

Can you hear hear the Earthy Sounds

A hail of rain, and tempest galore

Merrily I say to thee, Shakespeare is past

He has had his Measure for Measure, and more

Litre pint glasses he adores, he is all for Europe

If he can fit more in his glass

And now it is all coming out his ass

And I don’t mean a donkey

Though he brays like one

Especially if he is sat upon

But is takes up all the bench with a buxom wench

Where are we all to sit

So we all say, move up a bit

Then he has to go for a sh**

He says he won’t dally while he dumps

The wench’s breast look like mumps

So we say, take your time

It’s no crime, as Falstaff moves in

His double chins as large as the maiden’s breast

Though she is far from Maiden

She’s been had, and Elizabeth said it first

When she was a walk on part, as Falstaff farts

So Shakespeare is in the bog and we cheer merrily

As the Inn Keeper to his credit will but the ale bill

on Shakespeare’s account, because he is a right count

We did get a penny worth of bread for Falstaff

As he never drinks on an empty stomach

As we leer and tarry with the maiden

Shakespeare has inspiration and takes out his quill

As sat on the toilet, he writes a new Thriller

The Tempest, and judging from the noises off

It is the perfect title

As washed up on a sea of ale, Shakespeare writes his Tale

We are glad for him and call for more Strumpets

which are a bit like bread, recently invented and called

Crumpets, so now you know, because I told you so

Annie was at the gate, so I missed a line

she is very refined and paints

But back to the yard of ale, for more of the tale

Shakespeare would not come out

No matter how loud we shout

He just used his quill and wrote on the wall

Many a verse, as we converse with Strumpets

And hoping for a bit of crumpet

Will was in there with his quill

Not know he would be paying the bar bill

But as the wind blew, he knew with his quill

He had swallowed a bitter pill

If he was writing on paper, then scenes would be missing

As the ale and hapworth of bread

Had entered via his head

Now was dropping like lead down the hole in the ground

With such a mighty echoing sound

Yes, Will was all piss and thunder

That’s why he webbed words together like a song

And could do no wrong on any stage

And now filled with rage for the lack of a page

He was the writing was on the wall

But he was having a ball

And so were we with Strumpets

Best paid by Will on his tabulations behind the bar

Though the Strumpets behinds, in front and behind the bar

Were England’s Glory be far

For God and King Harry Parts One and Two

Were writ when he’d had quite a few

Strumpets and Ale, they were both for sale

And Will Shakespeare knew how to take the measure of both

He was a playwrite of note after all

And he was always after, before, after and during

He had to dip his quill, that’s why Will was Will

He was no sheep in a pen, he was frolicking at will

And Will did grow up in the wool trade and wrote all his own stuff

Though Ernest the Wise innkeeper always said it was bracing air

Like at Morcambe that made the lines fizzle

Not the damp air and drizzle outside

So come inside for we have crumpet to go with the ale

Best served by our very own strumpets

And what of Me?

I am Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham

And it is I who is left to beat my carpet

For the bastard Will left the cat in

And she sha** on my rug, so now I have to beat it

To clean the mess off

Happy Birthday William Shakespeare

And hurry up out of the bog

So I can use it, and maybe I can steal a few lines

Off the Wall, as I dance the night away

Farting Happy Birthday

The Power of Laughter(c)

By Michael Casey

Well I’ve just watched episode 18 of Vincenzo, and I’ve laughed till it hurts, with my hernia through my bypass scar it really does hurt when I laugh. So I’ve taken 2 paracetamol and I’m gingerly rubbing my “breast” and it does look and feel like a breast. But at least it gave me the idea for today’s talk. It’ll kill me in the end, but to die laughing would be ok, though I need 7 more years till my small daughter over there in the corner gets her PhD. Yes I want more, Laughter and Years, but that’s up to God not me. Which reminds me I need to pay our priest a visit, I have present for our own Don Camillo.

The sun is bright, but there is a chill in the air, I could tumble down the hill, to visit priest and church, but getting back up again would be a struggle, from day to day or hour to hour, I never know the state my body is in. Though I did shave, shower and S—, the 3rd S after all, I said that once to somebody they totally misunderstood, because nobody listens they just react, or maybe they just could not be bothered to listen to me. I always want a conversation, so never say How Are You to Me, because I always take it as a Literal invitation for Conversation not just vacuous Pleasantry.

So why does laughter have power? Because it is an equaliser, literally Equaliser. I learnt that at the hotel, I had the most Power there, though I was the very least of the brethren, because I could always make the guests laugh. Maybe 100,000 conversations over the 3 years there, some like Ami on the desk called it “my act” but it was not. There is too much servitude in hotels, I know it’s meant to be like that, but some people just did not know how to treat staff, others did and do, but some should have felt my shoe up their backside. I’m far more “Mouthy” now I’m a retiring writer, but before with toddlers I had to put up with anything, like a rubbish boss hiding in the concierge room, pretending to sweep a broom.

I can laugh at it now, but 12 hours all day standing on marble with 3 hours travelling on top of it, I put up with a lot, until somebody wanted me to work till Midnight, so I decided to say Goodnite. Yes it was the best fun I had in any Job ever, but it was by far the hardest job ever. So that’s the pinch of salt to take with all the other comments I’ve ever written. My kids always are more important than any job, and ultimately I raised them, which is/was good considering I could have died in bed, Jan 2015 unplanned quadruple heart bypass has given me 6 years more extra time, a neighbour down the road also with 2 daughters he died in bed. So I’m lucky.

Laughter makes you lucky, because people are glad to see you, he’s good for a laugh. He always has a story, or he gets the drinks in, so God Bless him. That’s why the criteria always is, they get the drinks in. So we don’t care for education, or class, or if you boring about being gay or straight or any which way, so long as you get the drinks in. Can you laugh, and can you make others laugh. Pinsent Masons when I worked for them were class, everybody was nice, the HR people saw to that.

But I’ve sidetracked myself. A show on tv will make you laugh, or a Tom Sharp book, I was talking to the IT guy at Pinsents once and he had only just discovered Tom Sharp. Wilt, Porterhouse Blue, The Throwback were a few of the books, Porterhouse Blue was a great tv show too. I was visiting a friend doing his PhD when the books were introduced to me, 30 years plus ago. So laughs can be shared and discovered, you’ll find them in a reading list, or Shakespeare if we mention him as it was his Birthday the other day. And believe it or not I did an Open University 3rd level course in Will 30 years ago or so, I was called his agent by my Tutor. I did a bit of History too, but gave it up as I was working loads of shifts on computers. The History PhD gave a lecture on WWII and said forget Normandy the War was won with blood in Mother Russia that won it. And for Americans considering this, 40,000,000 Russians died beating the Nazi scum. 400,000 American died too, and many many more from other nations. So imagine a crowd in a church. 100 people there, 1 would be from USA, the rest one be Russian, the sole American would be lost in the crowd. So, image that when you scream “Commie Bastards” at some Trump rally. A study of History would teach you so much more. And that could have made the Peace so much better.

Yes, I could have been a History teacher maybe, if my life took another turn. But you have to live with the way the Dealer deals the cards. And get up and start again, maybe repeatedly, as you follow the long and winding road. So my Writer incarnation which only began in 1987 is the best of me, 20 years of “study” by radio listening then 1 years of practice, before on Leap Years Day 1988 I’d say I qualified as Writer, when The Butcher The Baker The Undertaker, the paper version was first written. The expanded computer version was a few years later. So if anybody says my writing is rubbish, you’ll hear this SOB, Son of a Blacksmith, call you (&&^&^&&.

I try to bring laughter, and just like in Vincenzo, ordinary, overlooked people can and do surprise you. That’s maybe why I like it so much, and should you finally read The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker as people in 90 countries do, in many many languages, you’ll see why ordinary people like it, because they can see themselves in it. And that maybe is the secret, but Publishers would rather sell coffee table books of Kim K’s arse, or is that because I’m just an even bigger fatter but tighter arse?

The Power of Laughter(c)

By Michael Casey

Morons at Work(c)

By Michael Casey

I just got up, I’ll check my reader numbers then go back to bed for a final session of sleep

You try on Tinnitus for size

I spotted somebody was using a Plagiarism tracker on my Words

How many years have I been online, before landing here?

Maybe 20

When did I learn to read and start reading by the yard, 50 years and more

When did I graduate as a writer, 29th Feb 1988

So it more than pains me that SOBs think I steal stuff, so they take a look

I’m a read SOB, Son of a Blacksmith

So take it from me, I never steal

I have 4 sites now, and I post after I’ve written, and compile my books as I go along

TRY BUYING A BOOK

I also repost old stuff if I’m too tired or in too much pain to think

So on autopilot I’ll post

If I post from a newspaper it’s stated, or clearly marked

I don’t care if you don’t like the writing, my rubbish

But if you even think I’m a thief, I’d slap the backs of your legs with a wet lettuce

and yes that’s a Larry Grayson line, but I cannot explain everything as I go along

I assume you have some level of intelligence

Otherwise you’d just be looking at snaps of Kim K’s arse

Mine is much bigger and better and so much tighter

But you’d have to know me Biblically first to find out for sure

As for the writing, I have a brain, over 50years worth

So you can stay digging in the dirt, while I look up at the stars

or do I have to cross reference everything for you while you are

in Reading Jail?

Now in the news today we have a cabinet at war eventually

It’s better top jaw jaw than war war

And a nation divided cannot stand

So Let’s Beat Covid 19, instead of all the prattle

Hissy fits may sell newspapers, but don’t help the population

Churchill said he’d do a deal with the devil to save England

People should learn from History

Instead of Twittering on vacuously

There is a time and tide for everything, ask Will down the pub

TODAY India needs our help

We are not an island, the world is not a vacuum,

though we are an object in the vacuum of space

If India dies we all. die

Who will buy, who will buy if the world dies

By being Charitable, be being Humane, we are helping ourselves

God Helps those who helps themselves too

But what of Putin’s Russia, 140,000 troops posturing

They should be used to fight Covid 19

And China too

India is on your doorstep

As North Korea goosesteps

In Indian people are dying

Forget about losing face, save the human race

If the cat gets out of the bag, it’s more than sad

Turn back time, or the crime of the century is more than a footnote

Who said what, where and why

Are they trying and prevented more dying

Comments in newspapers end up as chip wrappers

With vinegar splashed on them

So are you offering vinegar as Christ dies on the cross

Or are you doing something

Covid 19, has released the genie of hate and division in the world

Now is the time to set things right

Maybe even for prayer,

My last word was Calcutta

So save the Princess that is India

before everything is written in History books

or are you too busy checking for plagiarism

just go back to the first book

Addressing People (c)

By Michael Casey

Now I am a creature, yes you all reply, interrupting me

A creature of habit, and yes i look like a hairy Hobbit

But if you do things regularly then you won’t be constipated

So get up at a regular time, and eat and drink etc

Regularly

Habits work, that’s why Organisation works

Work, Rest and Play

and don’t forget to Pray at bedtime

or any time, God is always waiting

Even at a bus stop or in a lift, or queueing at the checkout

God is everywhere after all

Now IF you are regular you life may

Seem boring but your life works

If you are wasting time, or not keeping track of time

Then you are always rushing about, like Putin

I had to put that joke in to see are you listening

He reads me too

Some joker sent me a message from Russia

So I asked when will Mother Russia start being a Man?

No not a transgender reference

BUT a sincere question, 140,000 men marching up to the top

of the hill and then down again

And as Francis said down the club, its obscene when Covid 19

Is all about, use armies to save lives, not scream and shout

Or maybe I’m a pacifist, or just pissed, in all senses of the word

Then in the papers I hear all this PC language

Kids must be called students

and boys and girls is stereotypical so must not be used

I cursed at the screen, and my words worth drifts out the open window

Education is about exposing people to knowledge that’s why they go to college

If you are afraid of this or that, then they may just stay at home and stroke the cat

Hey you little bastards get in line or I’ll give you a slap of the ruler

And you are all a bunch of bastards, only I your head teacher

Know who your dad’s really are

My flat overlooks the supermarket carpark

And they are not testing car suspension at that time of night

And hey you Casey, one day you will hang

Which was really said to my own dad in 1920s/30s

But my own dad got “revenge” 4 teachers in the family

And his sons were at Queens Oxford, and Downing Cambridge

Not forgetting the Sancho Pancha in the family, me

2,000,000 words and 20 books on Amazon

But should the head teacher call them little bastards

Will they be scared forever

I got 4 of the best on my bum for not knowing the times tables

In 1966 maybe, and today I can recite my times tables still

What about the little bastards of today

Pauline knows her kids, and they know they’ll get a slap

Or a look that could kill, cos she has eyes in the back of her head

And they eat more than jam and bread

Like when gran did when she was younger

Hey Bollocks you, watch my fence as you park your car

Your just a fat old bitch

Noises off, as Denny farts

Yes she’s an old bitch, and definitely got eyes in the back of her head

The driver spun around

We’re her little bastards, and you don’t talk to Miss like that

30 little bastards, now grown kids

It’s her Birthday so we her little bastards are having a party

So watch her fence, Or I’ll arrest you, Denny was a copper now

22 stones and 6feet seven, Miss said he’d thank her

And so he did, that well aimed slap of the ruler

and being forced to read and learn. his times tables

Now he had a PhD from the Open University

But he preferred to walk the streets

A chance to meet people and to have a laugh

Nobody called him Sir, he was know as TT

Because he rode a motor bike

Or because Miss made him repeat his Times Tables

You can be fancy or call every Nancy

If you cannot remember just say hello Nancy

As nobody listens they will think you are saying

Nice to See You, well it worked for Bruce Forsythe

Talking is for communicating

You don’t need to pretend to be posh

In the end we all wash our bollocks

Especially Michael Bollcocks Casey

or just call me Nancy if you pass in the street

You are on your Own (c)

By Michael Casey

You are on your Own, said God.

How many times did I tell you?

In the beginning I said the tree alone.

Then you gave the game away by dressing in fig leaves.

What did Cain do, yet I forgave you.

Your descendants numbered more than the stars.

You were never satisfied, you built a golden calf.

And even found the New World, where you worship Money.

Then you had wars, wars and even more wars.

Then 2 world wars back to back.

And blamed me for Man’s insanity.

You argue over how to talk to me.

Just talk to me I’m your best friend, I’m your Daddy.

No need for formality, just talk,

I’m always by the proverbial phone.

But you just ignore me.

Till things go bad, then you want Bank of God.

Till things go bad, then you want Dr. God

Till things go bad, then you want the Weather tamed.

Till this, till that, while you are all Insane.

I am just a fruit machine, that you demands delivers Everything.

Who made you anyway?

You are just made from my spit and clay.

Yet you think you are so Bright.

It was me that made Daylight, the Day and the Night.

Yet you pollute the night, so you forget the Stars.

The only stars are those selfie taking midgets in your tiny minds.

And what do you look at, their behinds.

You pollute this garden of Eden, that I made for you.

You carve the land, and pollute the sea.

Little wonder my whales stop singing to me.

At least the whales knew how to treat me.

But now, they are hunted and killed to near extinction.

All the animals I placed on this good earth are being.

Exploited and killed, just for thrills.

Or made into pills, and if that is not enough.

Why does mankind destroy their minds from inside.

Pills and drugs, exploitation by thugs, because of silly mugs.

Who have hardly moved on from cavemen with clubs.

Why oh Why did I bother, why did I create you?

I think I should not have bothered, you are all so selfish.

Perhaps I should start again, after you all die by your own hand.

Mankind, who don’t believe in any God, except Love of Money and Love of Selfies.

A quiet whisper interrupts God and his musings.

Our Father Who Art in Heaven, she begins.

Mary, I knew it would be you.

Hallowed by thy Name.

Mary, always leading the Prayers.

Thy Kingdom Come,Thy Will be Done.

Mary, they’d be dust without you.

On Earth, as it is upon Heaven.

Mary, you are so soft hearted, you Love Everyone.

All Nations, and All Peoples call you Blessed.

Give Us this Day, Our Daily Bread

Mary, you always intercede.

Even as they smoke weed, the world over.

And Forgive Us, all our Trespasses

You always know how to get around me.

As We Forgive those that Trespass against Us.

Mary, if only all those Leaders actually lead.

And Deliver Us from All Evil

Mary you, and your Rosary.

Will be the Death, of the Devil.

For Thine is The Kingdom and The Power and The Glory

Mary, most Clement, Mary most Kind

Maybe this time I’ll save them all.

Fill up all those Wine Jars, do as he says.

Forever and Ever Amen

I suppose I’ll have to save Ungrateful Mankind, AGAIN.

Mary, kissed her Rosary Beads, and bowed.

The sky was blue and the stars could be seen again.

Little did Mankind know, just how much Mary loves us so.

So Pray the Rosary, count your beads, of every Denomination.

Talk, Pray, Scream and Shout, just make a noise in God’s direction.

For there is only One World, One Direction, aiming for Perfection.

Or do you want to go to Hell, which is in the other direction.

Don’t you Dare email Me (c)

Michael Casey

Sounds like a Threat, Don’t you Dare email Me, what a jilted girlfriend or some kind of “Royalty” might use, or maybe just your Bank Manager. I’ve got your attention, as the UK starts to breakup, like some kind of boy band, when really they should stay together, and not be a “victim” like in some Taylor Swift song. I hope I haven’t upset her, or my high shelves will be forever covered in dust. It’s ok, she just emailed me, of course she’ll always be there for me, besides my house is near the chip shop where her lad works. And he can always kip in the dog’s basket if he’s a bit too battered.

So back to emails, and I am a bit of an email addict, ask anybody who’s received an email from me. It’s so easy, and if I had decent handwriting I’d be always asking Pop it In Pete our Postman to pop it in his box for me, as our house is last on his round, and the red letter box is on his way home. Pete is ever so accommodating. You can read about his colleague Pat in Chapter 7 of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker, I just remembered just how much fun there was at the Fete for the Children’s Home. I won’t spoil it for you, there are Translations on my WordPress, or my original English on Amazon books.

But back to emails, why do I get so many? Is it because my email address has been harvested, or because it’s on my website? I have the vain hope that Media will get in touch and discover me. Yet in reality the only people who want to touch me are those who think I am a soft touch. I will delete and mark as phishing all and any email scammers. So their email disappears and they don’t get more morons replying to them. I also get loads of stuff for various diseases, some of which I have. Arthritis, Tinnitus, Ckd, and I really did have a heart bypass, 6 years ago now. I even put my scar photos online, to prove just how divine I look. But people think I’m an exhibitionist, and ask do I want to join the cast of The Greatest Showman, and for just $100 I can join the cast, just keep my shirt art half mast and display my scar, and wear shorts to show the scars on my legs too.

And on it goes, do you want this, do you want that? And they assume I want the other, and I even get emails for that. Ukrainian, Russian and Eastern ladies, ready made to marry and have babies. Is Putin, trying to get rid of excess population? And how about making money on Bitcoin, and whatever else Musk was on about the other night. I’d say listen to BBC Radio Comedy and forget SNL, we’re funnier over here, though the USA Political Class are the funniest of them all. What other junk do I get? Oh yes, we have offers for your home. In USD, dollars, $$$, but I happen to live in UK,in Birmingham England. Sometimes I reply with a poem of a story in a foreign language, English. That was cruel, I send them Japanese translations. Well if they send rubbish in Hebrew or in Korean, of course I’ll send back some of my rubbish to them, in any language I can, just to annoy them. I even get Concealed Carry emails, I thought it was a corset, or girdle of some sort, it turns out its guns. And nobody has a gun in UK, nor even wants them. Concealed Carry my arse, if it were a bum lift, somebody might be interested,but not me. I am a large tight arse, maybe I should forward it to Kim or somebody.

So on it goes, emails galore just to annoy me. Tinnitus ones might be of interest, but I never open links, so all your emails just stink.

Which reminds me I need to order more toilet paper. I use it to blow my nose on, as well my own trumpet on. No doubt I’ll get emails for that too now. So don’t you dare email me. I have other things to do, like take pain killers. I even get emails for cannabis tablets, without the highs, just pain killers. Do you think I’ll accept anything over the Internet, if it’s not sold by my own Pharmacist or Prince his Prince look a like son, then I don’t want to know. So stop sending me emails advertising it. Now I must really go and have a s___.

Now Where Do I Begin (c)

Michael Casey

Well if you are Russian you may be breathing a sigh of relief, as your email box was full, so you did not get that speculative email. I was checking my readers, just as Miss Sutherland used to check our hands to see if they were clean, back at Primary school. She was the Deputy Head, I also remember she donated her body to science, this would be back in the 1960s. So, you can all say a prayer for her today. Tomorrow marks 25 years since my own mother died.

Well somebody had Nu Vot as a link or search word to me, so I googled cos that’s what I’m like and I stumbled over

Stas Mikhaylov That’s it (Nu vot i vse) with English lyrics …

Yes, totally random, but I am a good stumbler as Mark Harris once said, though he also said something else, so I replied with a short word. That’s enough, no 15 minutes of fame for him. Anyway, so I thought as I’d just seen RocketMan, I could provide a few lyrics and then with Stas Mikhaylov’s skill I’d crack the Russian market. Then of course should my books ever see the light of day Stas would be the Narrator, as I cannot abide Steven Fry, besides Fry does not speak Russian. You can see how my mind works now. The whole world has email, so I annoy the world. It keeps me off the streets. I do chime a chord occasionally, and get a nice reply from some kind people. If you are one of them, then thank you, you know who you are. You can tell who they are should you visit them. My email is laminated and hanging next to the Urinals in their house.

Anyway Stas Mikhaylov I’m talking to you. Find my Valentine Poem online, or Let My Tears Be My Words, or The Dead and The Living. Then should you think you could adapt them, then together we’ll invade Russia, or rather the Pop charts. I have loads of stuff, 3300 pieces on my Bloggers alone. Not all poetry, but all kinds of everything, which was a Dana song. Then there are my Lech, Boris and Gregorgi stories about the Polish/Ukrainian/Russian first cousins who live in Popaloffoff where the 3 countries make love on the map. These are comic heart-warming stories. You can find them on my WordPress and Bloggers. Right now if Stas’ wife is reading this to him, he’s thinking, just who the Theresa May is this fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham. I DO NOT KNOW HIM, he’s as useful as Japanese vodka, which I’d only give to the cat. Russians only drink the good stuff, by the way Lech, Boris and Gregorgi make vodka in the woods behind me, but that’s another story. I have written 10 about the boys.

By now Stas is telling the Webmaster, make sure you bolt the door, and keep this fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England far away from my Babushka. The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker is already being read in Russia, under the bedclothes at night, by some misguided soul. As well as in 90 countries all over the world, thanks to Translations Galore over on my WordPress. So, Stas Mikhaylov, could you be the voice, in Russian of Michael Casey. He’s on his knees now praying, Icon Our Lady of Valdimir save me. Who the Theresa May is Michael Casey?

I did actually once, 50 years ago wake up and sit bolt upright in bed screaming “The Russians are Coming” So now is it the time for the Russians to come to Birmingham. Bring some Eggs, the jewelled variety for our Museum to display. Andy Street our re-elected would be ever so happy, and exchange he’d give you some Cadbury Cream eggs, to eat.

So, if you are wondering where the stories come from, well now you know and have an example. The Spaceman and the Archangel is another story of mine that Russians might like, but really I’m lost in space, the space between my ears. But it is better to have an imagination, instead of just staring into space. Space should be filled, just as I fill a page. Conversation, and stories are a tradition everywhere. Some are very far fetched, like Trump, Putin and Pope Francis being in an Abba tribute band with Theresa May. And if Russians read that story then

They will know who the Theresa May is Michael Casey, its me, or Nu Vot.

Are you Human?

Michael Casey

Well, are you Human? It’s the name of the Kdrama I’m finishing off, where a female bodyguard falls in love with the man she is guarding. Only he is a Robot, but the robot has more humanity than the real person he standing in for. Ok, you either like Kdramas or you don’t, and yes I love them.

So, what makes us human? We cry, we are moved, we have empathy. Some Nationalities are said to have no empathy, or never cry. You can decide for yourselves if that is true or not, or are folks just stupid and shallow and vacuous. And again you can decide for yourselves which are witch, and am I just being a Devil’s Advocate to make you think. That’s what education is supposed to be about, learning the THINK. Not unless you are shallow and vacuous and are led by a Liar, again decide for yourselves who or how many leaders are like that. We had Hitler and Mussolini in the 20th Century, and others of their ilk. And what about today? Again decide for yourself. And should you allow the Oxygen of Publicity to aid and abet them. We play by the rules, they don’t, and they’ll abuse us to get what they want. Because we let them in the house. Read Animal Farm and 1984, and think about it all. It’s not so far away from Today’s reality. Those books used to be on a school reading list, 50 years ago, but do modern kids actually know about them.

Being Human is all about Humanity, it’s not about ME FIRST, it’s about thinking about our sisters and brothers. Sisters and Brothers doesn’t mean just the White Folk at our Mega Church, where millionaires rub shoulders and talk about percentages and net gains. It’s the others, on the wrong side of the tracks, at home in our own country and places far far away, where Shrek lives, or people we may just think are cartoons. Our land is not forever set in stone like a Lincoln Monument, it is movement it is Life. If we think this is it, it’s done and dusted, we just have to polish a monument, then you miss the point. All the spilt blood long ago is just History.

History moves, humans move. If we believe in Lies, what do we get? History repeating itself and Dictators ruling us again, you don’t give second chances to Liars and Dictators. They must be removed root and branch. And what would Jesus, who was brown and from the Middle East, say? Yes, he’s white and hates all his non-white neighbours, so yes he’s Ok. It’s just fake what they say about him.

At this moment in Time, all Humanity is at war with itself. The leaders should lead, and the place where leadership used to come from is divided and supports a Liar with Born Again Conviction. I’ll go far as to say, Faith itself has been corrupted, if you vote for a Liar and want to overturn Democracy itself, then your “faith” has been corrupted. I’ll stick with the poor Samaritans in the gutter myself, because all else seems to be tainted with The Love of Money. Or is somebody using Politics as a cash cow. Too many people turned a blind eye, because they were getting what they wanted. Now today we are seeing with this Election that a Cult is being set in stone like a Lincoln Monument. But Lincoln is no monument it is a movement By the People, For all the People. Not just a cash cow, for some.

Now that’s something for you all to think about, my 50 year love affair with Politics sneaked out. I’m just a pebble on a faraway shore, with no influence whatsoever. I don’t seek popularity or fame for myself. What makes us human is concern for each other, for we are all sisters and brothers, whatever our race, creed or colour. And my mother was born a spit away from a beach, Cromane Lower Kerry Eire, and she learnt all about Humanity just as Jesus taught on a beach in Galilee.

Tonight the lights are going out (c)

By Michael Casey

Tonight the lights are going out

Friend and families are leaving the stage

My parents generation are finally fading away

This week it’s 25 years since my mother left us

25 years on, more and more of their friends are dying and gone

The families, the connections are going, fading into memories

The names that made up are community are disappearing

Old Mrs this, Mr Consequently, or the man that echoed goodbye three times

There are no more echoes, no more Mrs This or, the old guy with the stick

Because Time is catching up with them, and now they are all going going gone

A name is a memory, because of the welcome hello, or the sweets given

I remember the smiles 50 years ago as I collected the Tote money

Now those familiar names are nearly all gone

So once they all go, then I will reluctantly have to accept I am the older generation

For now, I pretend I am still that child of 50 years ago

Even though some even of my own age are already gone

But the parents are still here, so I can pretend I’m still that child

Even though my own children are of University age now

So I sigh, I remember all the names and all the families

That we saw at Sunday Mass, or I saw from the altar as I read the Bible lessons

for 5 years, and as an altar boy for maybe 8 years

The view from the altar, now I am sat at the back

Or watching on the Internet

The names of the five families or was it more

Are all now fading, then they will be no more

Life changes, time changes

But hopefully Faith is Eternal

So I hope, when it’s my time to be carried out

And it could have been close already

But when finally when my time

Hopefully in many many years to come

That whenever it is

The friends the family of all the five families

Will be waiting for me at Heaven’s Door

As I Knock, and I hope the doors open for me

Glory Be

Shopping List ©

Michael Casey

There might be a few mistakes in this as Tinnitus has been roaring like a storm since yesterday. It’s not fun, and whatever I try, between Prayer and Profanity has not kept it at bay nor lessened it, so I feel like…

Now as I sit here I have Ellie Goulding in my ears, with headphones on my head, I look like a Cyberman, maybe I’ll add a photo. I just noticed she is singing The Writer as I write, I’m sure Taylor Swift left her a note, or a message written in the dust on my ceiling. A spider did appear and crawl over my screen earlier, though spiders mean money, so I may try a lottery tonight. As Ellie Keeps on Dancing, but she is dancing with howling wolves of Tinnitus, and I’m 50 shades of S(*& as the din is too much, not of her, but of Tinnitus.

I’ve just taken a snap of me as a Cyberman so you can look at it, when I post this on my sites, Ellie’s singing Your Song now, I just hope you all don’t mind a badly shaved me with headphones on. Now, where was I? Yes, I was going to talk about Shopping List, and why, because I was going to trek down the hill to the shops, or rather to the Pharmacist to collect my 2 monthly supply of Meds, which as I am in UK are totally free now, because I’ve reached the age where they are free. Instead with Tinnitus roaring and April showers in May, I’ve decided to stay in, though I might sneak out for a Lottery and a visit to the Post Office, as the spider could have been a message. And Ellie is laughing at me, she’s just started It’s a little bit funny, she’s so cruel. Is Elton mocking me too?

Back to the plot. When you go shopping you have an idea of what you want, well apart from the impulse buys which are located near the checkout. So, we all buy chocolate and chewing gum and spare batteries for our toys. They should have chewing gum, and toothpaste too. And other things that could help in our passion, though that’d probably be in France. Or maybe you buy in bulk from Amazon. Though I’m side-tracking you all. Anyway you have a list and you work your way through the list, but supermarkets are clever and move things about, so to tempt you. Even shopping online as you are about to pay you get items thrown at you, to get more of your money in their pockets.

It is nice just strolling about, I used to do it religiously, but moving here, where I am the fool on the hill, the shops are even further away. So it’s rare for me to stroll around a supermarket, I have minions who do it for me. Ok, the Truth, I have a hernia through my bypass scar, and lifting and carrying hurts. Or if I do, do it then I’m in pain for days afterwards. I can move a sofa with my strong legs, but through the chest movements really hurt. But if you’ve been following me you know all this already, or have you not read my Blogger profile, or the About me on WordPress? Makes me sound like an add on at the supermarket, just as you are checking out and slapping your children as you are on the phone as you ignore the checkout girl. Or is where you shop, so much posher?

Ok, so you are in the shop, with your shopping list, it’s quicker, or online is quicker still as Graham once said, as he saved his bread, by buying online instead. But back to me and you, as Graham practices his martial arts, he slices the extra bread he can afford to buy by saving his bread by buying online, with his fists of fury. That’s a trick sentence for all Esol students. But moving on again. How do you shop? I look for all the offers and buy those, because I am still poor, when you all finally buy books, then I might get some money, and buy honey. Governments complain about this and that and us the public getting fat. The truth is real people, real families need these offers, two for one offers on champagne, yes ban those for the elite in their “gites”, with their reserved this and that, while I get an offer for the cat.

Instant food is bad, add vegetables, sweetcorn, peas and tomatoes, plus some cranberry juice too, and stop the orange juice because it is so full of sugar. And this is what I’ve done in an effort to live a bit longer post quadruple heart bypass. And as if on cue Tototo our cat has sneaked into the study. I said the girls could have a dog if I died or a cat if I had a heart attack, so Totoro is 6 now. So, Totoro is a constant reminder of what happened to me, we even put her name on a nameplate with the house number on. So, if on your way home from shopping you dally, then you can find our old house because Totoro is on the wall by the front door. I write stuff that may be off the wall, but Totoro is stuck to the wall, and no don’t call the RSPCA or Prince Harry, not literally.

I’m going to stop now, as this imaginary shopping is too heavy for me to carry, and I used to carry a ton of stuff, of shopping and of paper and suitcases in my past lives. So, as you idle in the aisles looking for this and that, imagine Totoro our cat, and pick something healthier too. A colourful plate they call it, or otherwise you’ll be dead without a Cat Nameplate, to say you made it.

All Steamed Up ©

Michael Casey

Well it’s a Friday night so some of you will be all steamed up by now, steamed up means drunk/tipsy or having had too much to drink. See I expand the Esol vocabulary for any students out there reading me. In the corner besides me I can hear French rapping, it’s une confiserie patisserie all wrapped up, ready for later. In reality it’s my small daughter dipping into her French, Lupin is back on tv soon, do watch it the black lead actor is extraordinary, and I’m sure the ladies get steamed up watching him.

I could segway into Steamy Windows and Tina Turner, and I passed several steamed-up car windows in the dark of the field, on the way home on a Friday night, from the hotel to NEC train station when I worked there 20 years ago. But why have I pulled up on steamy windows? Well the whistle on our kettle has broken, and I just steamed up all the kitchen, if we had wall paper it would be rolling down like a lady’s stockings right now, which might be what still happens in the field on the way to the NEC train station.

Though whistling at ladies is not allowed any more, I used to get looks and many whistles on a Friday night, once a month as I dress in drag and go cruising down Broad street. I am a very big broad after all. With size ten dancing feet, in the street or anywhere else, who do you think taught Bowie and Jagger that dance? They never did return my flasher mac either, so I ran home naked like Lady Godiva, which is up the road from Brum in Coventry.

After all that explanation, should I put the kettle on and we can have a cuppa or a brew? Now I must confess I am a coffee drinker. Though I did give it up for a while after my heart bypass, but then I resumed, if you don’t have something nice in your life, then what is the point? You have to have rapport with your life. Which is the coffee I drink Kenco Rapport, instant with milk, which will make Americans puke at the very idea, that’s a strange way to drink coffee, I should be imprisoned for the very idea.

Back to the kettle, obvious growing up we had an enormous kettle, a gallon kettle, enough to make the tea and do the washing up after the dinner. There used to be a shop called Malcomb’s where all the pots and pans were sold, and obviously his children were percussionists, with that amount of metal it just had to be banged. So, my dad must have gone on an expedition to find a kettle big enough for the Caseys. Though back in Kerry at the family farm the fireplace was at least 10 feet wide, with a crane above the fire and a huge black kettle hanging there. You could actually sit in the fireplace on a chair next to the hanging kettle with the fire below. And I did indeed see my dad’s brother Danny sat right there. I believe Morris and his wife who run the farm now have boarded it all up.

Now does that story take the biscuit, speaking of which do you dunk your biscuits in your tea. There probably is a mathematical formula about the length of time a biscuit should be dunked. Then it’s soggy enough to eat, or if you dunk too long it drops off and floats in the tea, so you have to use your finger to scoop it all out, as you slurp. And memories of my brother doing exactly that come back to me. That’s how you put on weight, it’s all the biscuits with the tea. Though I gave up sugar in my coffee back in 1977, I know the date because I hit my head on the Kerry cow shed door in 1978, and my uncle Patrick said I’d grown 2 inches. Yes, that stone building that he and my mother were all born in became a cow shed. We never knew it was the original house till 1994 maybe, when Uncle Danny back from Boston, replied poking his finger in reply, that was the house. It had a well just a few feet away too, perfect for water for the pot.

Yes, a kettle is a fine thing, it brings family together, for tea and Madeira cake on a Sunday, and the cake would be gone by Monday, especially if I found it. Though for most of my life I’ve just drunk coffee, it’s been only a few years that I’ve added tea to my repertoire. And dad would come home from the steel works and wash his feet in the washing up bowl, and have his dinner sometimes in the living room on a chair, so he could watch the news and heckle the Politicians there, who could not organise a Tea Party, let alone run a country.

So a boiling kettle brings back many memories to me, something simple like me, it reminds of love and laughter, and a family watching tv together at the weekend. If a film was too touching, my dad would say he was getting a cold and blow his nose, as he excused himself saying he’d put the kettle on for the tea, for this is Family.

Never Discarded, Never Unloved 10th June 2021 (c)

Michael Casey

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

You were loved before you were even born

You were supported even when you thought you were all alone

Down on your luck, or flat on your back

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

Battered and Bleeding, your thoughts swimming against the tide

Ashamed and rushing for somewhere to hide

Rage and Anger boiling inside

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

Broken and on the scrapheap, only seeing defeat

Clothes torn and soiled, worse than any child

Tears falling like a waterfall to nowhere

You cower and hide under the stairs

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

You spiral ever downwards, despair like a comfy chair

You sit in it, you bury yourself in it

You wish you could fall down the back of the sofa

To hide your despair, being sat upon like a chair

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

You are down in the pit, the darkness everywhere

You are battered and broken, wanting to hide

There is no hope, there is no light, and worse

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

And on the circle, the big dipper goes

You are a passenger on a circus ride, your heart lost inside

You are not in charge, you are glued to despair

On and on you ride, an empty husk

Like a baby abandoned in a wicker basket

About to go over the waterfall

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

Then the love, from Prayers and Family

And from the scruffiest of nurses brings you back

You are in the pit, the very darkest bottom of it

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

It’s a long hard journey back

To trust again, to love again

You comb your hair again

You smile again, you’re not so timid any more

The wolf has been tamed, you are no longer

Hiding in your little red hiding hood

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

The sun appears, it pushed back your fears

Timid smiles, and little laughs crack the darkness

Of your face, the sunshine appears on your lips

You even dance and sway your hips

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

Slowly confidence, replaces apprehension

You learn to live again, to smile again

The clouds in your heart are blown gently away

The storm of sadness has been quelled

The dark glasses have been replaced with sunshine

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

So, on it goes, sometimes backwards a step

But now your mind and heart and soul

Is on the future, you have climbed out of the pit

And now as you walk away from it

It is being forgotten and filled in

Life and Laughter demolish it

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

So, remember you were always loved

Even if you could not see it

From before you were born you were loved

First by your mother, and even afterwards

When she was not there

Never Discarded, Never Unloved

You were always loved

Love is eternal, so from the first spark

Of Creation itself, there is the wealth of Love

And people still pray for you after you are gone

Love, laughter and memories carry on

All Creation carries on, one generation after another

We look forward to our Futures, never forgetting the past

We have climbed out of the bog, and through the fog

To form family and creation

For Love really does conquer all

We are all, no matter how bad or sad

Never Discarded, Never Unloved.

Mrs Pooh ©

Michael Casey

Now Mrs Pooh is not a foreign name we might laugh at, it’s a name Mrs Pooh got attached to, rather like dog pooh stuck to your shoe. For Mrs Pooh was just that, a married lady who was named Pooh. Rather like Miss Salt who married Mr Pepper, and that really happened to girl I used to work with 40 years ago. Now as for Mrs Pooh that was not her real name, though everybody called her it, it was just that the boss could not remember her married name, so he said Mrs Pooh, and it kind of stuck like dog pooh on your shoe. It was an emergency and Royalty were due, so somebody had to clean up fast. Though the Queen did say it was quite refreshing, instead of the high of fresh paint everywhere. And they did actually meet as Mrs Pooh hid in a cubicle, as it was too late to hide her big fat backside. A note was sent on Palace stationery saying the Queen had been relieved to meet “Mrs Pooh” and after that how could anybody call Mrs Pooh by any other name. Though the Queen did add a p.s. I really do thank a fellow Elizabeth.

So, Mrs Pooh framed it and it was in her store, piled up with toilet paper and towels and millions of cleaning stuff, in a corner of the shopping centre. Mrs Pooh would do her rounds, with a radio in her pocket, come here come there, on this level or that, clean this or that. Mrs Pooh smiled and hummed as she went about her chores, she was happy, who else had a hand-written note from a fellow Elizabeth, one a cleaner another a Queen. Mrs Pooh was there for decades, but now with a fancy iphone, connected to the security system, so half the time she need not be told where to go. She just appeared and baby sick disappeared. She was happy and new staff on orientation were told “that’s Mrs Pooh” we’ve forgotten what her real name is, but if any of you mock her then you’ll be sacked on the spot. Spotless shopping centre of the year 3 times running, that is her claim to fame. They say she has a hand written note from the Queen herself, and yes Mrs Pooh is really Elizbeth, but she only answers to Mrs Pooh.

Now did Mrs Pooh smell, not at all, you see the Perfume store just adored her, and why? Some visitor to the shopping mall had tried to bully one of the staff, only Mrs Pooh pushed the bully against the wall, she knew where the cameras were so nobody would observe her. Leaning her 18stones against the bully, her brush held like a Bushido stick, she told him this. He may be Gay but his a better “Man” than you’ll always be. Now Mrs Pooh was observed, the way she held her brush like a Bushido stick. A visiting Martial Arts team, on a shopping trip. They assessed the situation and gathered around. Their English was not very good, but they knew Bully, as Mrs Pooh pointed. When 18 muscle men look at you what will you do. Yes, the bully poohed his pants and Mrs Pooh told him where the Pants shop was and the closest toilet after that. Obviously the Martial Arts team laughed, and made a friend for life. They also gave her a badge for her lapel.

News spread amongst the staff like wild fire, and the Martial Arts crew visited the Perfume store, they liked to smell nice after all the time on the mat. After that every possible Martial Arts crew you could think of came to visit Mrs Pooh and the Perfume concessions. And yes many a night on mats and marriages after that. The Shopping Mall store was happy, Chinese, Koreans and Japanese were drawn to the centre now, and of course some stray English Martial Arts people too. And all because Mrs Pooh, put down the bully, though the Wing met the Wang, or was it Pong, as an abandoned pair of pooh filled pants were found, and Mrs Pooh had to deal with it.

So, Mrs Pooh, wore a different scent every day, a spray here, a spray there, as she pushed her cleaning trolley visitors would always ask her what she was wearing. But ever so respectfully, as the Martial arts badges on her lapels kept on accumulating. Now in the store was a Rolex concession, and Mrs Pooh would always stop to dream while she had a rest on the bench looking at the display window. So, it was there that she was sat with 2 Korean girls, they were enjoying the view of the Rolex shop window. They also had heard via Social Media about the shopping centre. So obviously, if you were in town enjoy the store and see the lady with all the Martial Arts badges. It was almost as important as taking a photo with a Red Letter Box, perfect for you English holiday face book page.

But there is always evil, nice people suffer. Mrs Pooh was chatting to the Korean girls with Hermes handbags, not that Mrs Pooh knew that. She told the two Koreans all about the store, and waved to old Bill who stood just inside the Rolex door, he was the doorman. Just in case of thieves. Now the man that poohed his pants had always vowed revenge on the shopping Mall. Now with 4 huge men he was going to rob the Rolex store, which is very hard to say if you are from the East, Far East. Mrs Pooh, knew something was up, and told the girls to move away fast. The Korean girls, sized up the situation, here hold our bags, then they slipped off their very expensive shoes .

Now a Korean takes their shoes when they are home and relax, or about to go to bed with you. Or, if they are about to do what these 2 Korean girls were going to do. Uncle they said as they put themselves between old Bill and the five would be robbers. All this happened ever so fast, Bill was swung to safety sat on the bench with Mrs Pooh. Surrender or we will use force the 2 girls said in unison, as is custom in Korea. The five just laughed, the 2 Koreans were tiny compared to them. Mrs Pooh put record on her phone instinctively, and so there was the Evidence for caught. A kick to the knee, a kick to the nose, a kick to the elbow, a kick to the jaw, all four might oaks fell. The pooh pants ran away, so old Bill who knew no Martial Arts skills, just administered an old-fashioned kick in the bollocks. The thing about Martial Arts is, you know the points to do the most damage. I forgot to say the two Korean girls were called Annie and Bettie, the same names as the barmaids in The Trader from Old Forge and Singing Anvil, in The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker by Michael Casey, yes Product Placement this is a Korean story after all.

Dr Annie and Dr Bettie for in reality they were Korean surgeons, they worked in Sports Medicine, so when they Police and Ambulance arrived they could list what was broken and where. As for the Martial Arts, their brothers and all the family did Martials Arts, and they had decided to be Doctors to help fix the broken. So they were only Black Belts in just two martial arts each.

The Rolex company offered them watches as rewards, but as they had them already, Bill and Mrs Pooh had them instead. So over fish and chips that night, as it was a Friday and they were good Catholic girls, when they weren’t kicking bad guys, or healing them. Mrs Pooh introduced them to a couple of nice guys, and that’s why The Korean Flying Kick Private Practice Sport Medicine Centre is now situated in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, in the Black Country outside Birmingham.

And This makes my Life Perfect ©

Michael Casey

So, all I have to do is follow the plan, and I’ll touch my toes again.

If I buy this book and read it religiously I’ll be truly free.

There is of course the Tshirt too, that’s free if I subscribe to the Podcast

Then there are seminars, and meetings, and we have a special greeting

For only $500 we’ll be so hip and groovy, and a full 1% donation to Charity

So now I feel I’m in with the In crowd, and my Life will be so meaningful

I’ll have a glow, because I’m so fit

But if you believe any of this then frankly

you are worshipping a bucket of S**T

Come on Wake up, don’t Woke Up

You have fallen for the 3 card trick

Why spend all your hard earned cash on any of this

All that cash, and all it does is give you a rash

Rashly running to the New Life, having no time for Reality

Sorry I’ll miss you, I have to go to this seminar there

And I’m struggling to find the air fare, buddy can you spare a million dimes

I’ll pay you back I promise, once I finish this course my life will be richer

And then, and then I’ll pay you back, but lend me more for the Online bit

And yes folks it’s all a crock of S**T

Think for yourself, talk to Pete over the fence, or Pat in the steet

Talk with Tom, Dick or Harry and Gay Larry, and Liz the Lesbian too

Talk to Don the toilet cleaner at the Gym

Ask hairy Mary down the store

Ask and ask again

Speak to the Virgin, not Mary, though she is a good listener too

But Veronica the Virgin, the mother of ten, who drives a school bus

She bought if cheap to drive her brood about

Ask Den too, who always did the dirty with Veronica the Virgin

He was a lonely child and swore he’d have a baseball team of kids

And when he met Veronica a single child herself, she agreed

So 1st base, 2nd base, 3rd base, 4th base and repeated home runs later

Veronica and Den were no longer but a dozen, and they say its cheaper

That way, by the dozen

But the point is why pay for boring vacuous rubbish

When you can get free opinions from family and friends

And save your money for Walmart bargains instead

As if these Life Coaches have ever had a real job

As if they really care about you, just their fake tans and teeth

And stock options as they fleece you and me, and laugh all the way

To their Cayman island bank

You have your priest or rabbi or wise Wanda the street walker

Wanda has seen life from many positions, and her advice

Normally from a park bench as she sobers up

Is real advice hard won, very hard won, but it is real

Not fake or imaginary, even if it is don’t be like me, do the opposite

Do you want to join the Selfie crew, or really selfish

I’m all right Jack as I’m conning you, out of your hard earnt money

Do you really want to be like a perma-tanned homes abroad sales agent

You have choices in life, and who really cares about you

Your Priest, your family and your community

So, get some reality and don’t waste your cash on programmes

Switch them off with your remote, and vote with your feet

And if things are really bad, buy a ticket to ride, and shake the dust off

And try your luck someplace else

You don’t need any sales pitch, just hitch your wagon

And follow the stars, in the sky, nowhere else

And take yourself to the Promised Land, that you decide for yourself

In the end the only person you can trust is yourself

So, listen to the toilet cleaner, listen to everybody

But you decide what’s best for you

So, spend spare money on a better diet and walking shoes

And if you can spare a dime, put it in the Charity box

Not in some Cayman island account

And this is free advice, which may not claim to change your life

But if it does, don’t thank me, thank the toilet cleaner

****. so my famine is over here’s a new piece, and hello to Shaffi who the office girl thought was a Lazy Scruffy Indian when in fact he taught Consultants how to use lasers in surgery

Clouds, the Original Moving Pictures ©

Michael Casey

Well it’s 18th August 2021 now, if you were counting the days since a full story story, a © by Michael Casey one. It’s been a funny old time, Tinnitus has been beating me up, and lack of sleep has been making me even more of a _ , you can insert a word of your choice where I left the space. While you think of one I’ll get some Cadburys from the fridge, so at least I’ll be sucking on something nice, you can reach for the beer or boyfriend to kiss, instead of reading this.

So as I suck my chocolate you can read this, or get the parrot to read it aloud to you, as you sit on the loo. So, I was in the garden the other day, and Totoro our cat came out to play, hiding under my chair, beneath my big backside there is a total eclipse of the sun. Or some other song title, was it Heart who sung it years ago, anyway I fart and Totoro runs away over the garden fences to find somebody kinder to her.

I look up and watch the clouds in the blue blue sky, Garbo a Chinaman we used to know long ago, used to say the sky was so blue in UK. Mr Blue Sky by ELO no doubt was his favourite song, but then again I might be wrong, maybe Money Money Money by Abba, who knows, if he sees this he can send me a message, in a wine bottle. As for the clouds, they do tell stories. Maybe in Nepal as they read my stories they look up and say, that’s a fat cloud, as fat as Michael Casey, and another cloud is so silver, like his hair, and yet another cloud is like a feather, just like his pen. As they reach for their shades again, to hide the fact they are reading me. But maybe I’m wrong. Meanwhile in Iraq today somebody is reading me too, maybe an Arabic translation of one of my books, as they suck on their bubble shisha.

As we look up to the sky clouds pass by, fat ones, thin ones, shades of white and shades of black. Some with rain, some with not, or at other times just blue blue sky, with ELO playing in the background I got my copy in November 1977, and I have reason to remember it. Pregnant Ladies galore, and me being interviewed on tv talking about chips. And Pauline who wasn’t pregnant with everybody else, being pregnant later, so that child will be 44 now. I had no reason to look to the sky back then, just being in the gutter and looking at the stars, and on my dad’s 56th Birthday too. That’s how I remember things. My dad I remember shaving in the kitchen sink, and saying something will turn up, and telling me to start saving for the Future though I thought I had none. My Eldest Brother whose Birthday it was the other day, saying Try Computers. So, I did, and you know the rest. Clouds come and Clouds go, you think you have no tomorrow, but Tomorrow will come. Just have faith, and believe your dad, and listen to your big brother even if it was only once. That once, led to 21 years employment in Computers, Market Research into Alcohol Sales, and me being born in the shadow of a Brewery. I was in the gutter but was able to look to the stars.

Now at that job I saw a lot of Dawn, no she wasn’t the local nudist, or company bike, to use a very bad old phrase. Dawn was in fact Dawn, the Dawn, as I did 14 years of Night Shifts. So, we used to down tools, or wake up depending on which naughty boys I was working with. We’d look out the window in central Birmingham and watch the darkness of the night be chased away by Dawn and her daylight. Black becoming Orange and early morning wisps of white cloud, like a cat sneaking in and chasing the dark away, and yes Totoro my cat just snuck in the study as I was talking to you. Hence my choice of words, and just like the bell on the cat, the early morning noise rises. I remember when I was in Shanghai the traffic began at 5am and you could see it from the hotel window. The porter there got a great tip, I told him through my translator family, I used to do his job. The mother in law also tipped him well, so for him it was Christmas, snow falling from the sky, though I doubt he was a Christian, but maybe a Michael Bolton fan.

The light and the dark in the sky is Magic, hey hey hey it’s Magic you know and not just for airline pilots. The clouds in the sky, the very sky itself is our picture show, our moving picture show, or flicks, and it does flicker especially when Thunder and Lightning strikes. I was in Normand once at a very nice house, and Michel said tutoyer avec moi, and yes I’ve spelt that wrong. At school we leant Vous, so I did not know the Tu variants. Just as in Korean I know from my Kdramas that Honorifics are most important. Though if I do meet any Koreans face to face, they’ll get none of it, you me and you, and no words blocking our progress.

Back to the Normandy storm, you could feel the Electricity in the air, and as we were in the countryside, the light show was fantastic, or even formidable. So, the sky was God’s canvas and he drew across it with thunderbolts and rumbles, even louder than my stomach when I am hungry. Maybe Jean Michel Jarre was plugged in somewhere and doing a show over the horizon. As for the lightning bolts, maybe Jackson Pollock drew his inspiration from them, big bold and dramatic is the key, so long as Ben got the key for the studio from Frank.

So, imagine you are a cave man, or me with no clothes on, not much difference, if you’ve seen me dancing naked in the rain with a bar of carbolic soap, when the water heater was bust. Ok, we all do it in my neighbour, we can’t get a good tv signal, so this is our version of David Attenborough, Naked Bathing. It breaks down barriers, but Penny from next door always asks do I need anything ironed, but I reply there are no wrinkles on me. So, anyway the Sky is a Light show, it’s also a name of a band, I saw them at the Odean 30 years ago. My arm was in a sling, I had been ice-skating, yes really. I know a rhino on ice, I fractured my left elbow, it still twinges even now in cold weather. So, Sky played, and as I look around the cinema what did I see, everybody had something broken, almost like cripples’ night out.

So, as we look to the Sky, with or without music, there is drama in the air, and brave birds fly through it, or planes leave skid marks in the sky, or just vapour trails. I do leave skid marks in the sky, as I’m afraid of flying. Though 2013 was my last holiday, and I doubt I’ll ever fly again, not unless I’m kidnapped by Kpop stars, thinking I’m an even bigger PSY. The food is nearly ready so I’m going to finish, but tomorrow if it’s dry lie on your back and look at the sky. See the moving pictures there and watch the patterns form and move away again. Look for a Rainbow too. The Sky was and is the Original Moving Picture Show, so look East and look West, look to the Heavens at Night. Everything is still the same since cave men times. Enjoy the free show, and if you look careful on the very event horizon, you may see a naked man and his carbolic, that’ll be me, do you want to tutoyer with me? Une tres belle fess .

Michael Casey

Well, what shall I say? The news is so full and tragic. Too many cooks spoiling the broth, death and despair everywhere. And yes, Trump is still lying, I think all Press should just report one thing. I had the vaccine so take it. Then ignore him. You see if you cut out the bad bits everything seems so much better.

Like food with mould on top, scoop it out and eat the rest, I believe you can do that with jam, and when you are in a jam anything will do. Though in a traffic jam you are stuck there stranded, and bored. Though I myself am never bored, too many years doing Babysitting on Computers that’s what we called it 40 years ago, and I cannot believe it, so long ago, I was still a teenager when I started in 1978, DEC PDP 1170 and all that. Too many days off midweek due to shift patterns, this gave me Radio 4 time, which is the internal BBC world service, so that was my education. 20 years of it. Then I launched myself as a writer, 33 years ago. So, 53 years in love with words. And no I’m not 95, only on pain days, in my head I’m 20.

So, from a distance I can chart my progress, my growth, and not just were I cut myself shaving on my chin, shaving early. When I look back, I can see where I was and what I was doing. Mainly observing, like a sparrow on a washing line, a line I used before, because I looked out the back bedroom window, and saw a sparrow on a washing line. See observation is everything if you want to write. Things appear so you use them, like a sparrow on a washing line scavenging, and you can repeat them and fill up a page without trying.

The smell of roast dinner wafts towards me from the kitchen, so I investigate, but the broccoli is overpowering, so makes me feel sick. Though if you have had Covid 19, then you cannot smell or taste any of it, so I suppose if you have no nose or tongue now, just close your eyes and remember it instead. But as I normally eat with my eyes, I’d be spared any of it, so thank God all of you out there for your boring senses. And have pity on those who’ve been through it, and a word of warning to Birmingham Alabama, get Vaccinated and Mask Up, do you really think the liar Trump really cares about you? Only when you save yourselves can you save anybody or anything else.

So, from a distance things look, taste, smell better or maybe worse. News is the first draft of History, as a podcast out there says. Though some “news” stations are just Lies, spouted by over inflated personalities, on even more inflated salaries. I must go visit the garden centre later, why did that spring to mind?

Moving on, as a child I had hand me down clothes, I loved my sisters’ dresses most, but the knickers were just pants. Now half of you believe me, the rest of you are still trying to pronounce Birmingham, over here on the borders of The Black Country, which refers to soot and pollution, for any trigger happy misunderstanders. We pronounce Birmingham as BirmingUM, and I have a “posh” Birmingham accent, as my mother had a thick Kerry accent, which we could only hear on the phone, and dad could be mistook for Welsh on account of the Welsh guys in the steel works. As well as decades of listening to BBC Radio4, in the days before local accents were “allowed”. So, there you have it. Google Lenny Henry, should I say Sir Lenny Henry, a comedian, who left school with no qualifications, and remember pieces of paper don’t show intelligence, as intelligence is Speed of Thought. He is now also a PhD, so in fact he is Sir Lenny Henry PhD, and he does loads for charity. And yes, my pieces of paper, and thank you for your pieces of paper was the very first put down I received. My pieces of paper, or my 20 books so far, book 21 will have this in. My 2,000,000 words or so, those quantify my Speed of Thought. But then again, you may all be believers in the liar Trump, so only God can help you, and in God you Trust, it’s written on the dollar bill, it was in Miracle on 42nd street, I believe in Fairies and Santa too.

I’ve side tracked myself. Though a trip to the kitchen did get me some beef slops, which were very nice, though the cat may be disappointed. It reminded me of CPNEC were the food was legendary, I’m Beating my Beef, Chef, was one comment I remember from when I wandered through the kitchen on security patrol. It’s also a metaphor, for any comedians out there reading this.

I got lynched for telling my girls to go to bed at a more reasonable hour, 4am is too late. Strange hours will bite you on the bum eventually, and brain fog is too high a price to pay as you wanted to stay up late binge watching Modern Family, which is great by the way. But I was in bed at 2am. Ok late, but remember my Tinnitus already messes my head and sleeping, if I level with you, and yes Level 42 is playing as I speak to you. This all goes back to influences, and using what’s all around you. If you look in your fridge and say there is nothing to eat, and there are eggs, then you can convert the left overs into something, five loaves and two fishes kind of moments. So, take a moment to think, Dad is not just a burnt out old has been, as one kind person said to me, though when I saw him last he was scavenging from the dustbins in Saint Philips churchyard. Which may prove the point, look after yourself or you may end up a beggar.

or even married with children, or a writer, or a dad

Michael Casey

A Tinnitus Story, I wish I never had to write this, but it is a pain in the ass, or is it asp? Where is Elizabeth Taylor when you want her, she’ll do it for a $1,000,000 she said, not wanting the role, but they gave her the money, so the rest is History.

As for me Tinnitus jumped on the bus, or is it my Magic Roundabout of Pain, 3 years ago, 2018, I think. Though years merge, especially when you are screaming with pain. Now where does Tinnitus come from? It’s not actually there, it’s a by-product produced in your brain, that your ears fizz. Mine has got worse this Summer and yes it‘s a bummer. During the day the noise, the hiss, the shake rattle and hum, like an Irishman on a drum subsides. But at night when you go to bed the tide comes in, and its such an infernal din.

It may take hours to get to sleep, or even 8 hours later and you have not slept. So, you have an early breakfast and let the cat in or out, this is anytime between 3 and 7 am. No wonder Lockdown Belly is getting bigger, a you have a hot drink to wash down the toast. The cat, Totoro our Ninja killing machine, may awake just to see will I share anything with her. Or demand to be let out, for a predawn killing spree, Frogs are nice, so I’m told, or just hanging loose with the foxes. And yes she’ll sneak up to the Woods, for a swim in the still with Lech, Boris and Gregorgi. That’s why Totoro’s coat is white as the driven snow.

Meanwhile I shake the bread crumbs from me, I’ll say it’s the cat’s dandruff, and climb the stairs again. Then exhausted I’ll get back into bed again, and finally sleep. With all my scars and my through bypass hernia I can no longer just dump myself in my bed, I can no longer be a Kebab on a Stick. I am more the Elephant Man, only able to sleep in certain positions, the Karma Sutra reduced to the cover position, not the actual cover position, just I can only sleep in one position. Then 2 hours later, or is it more like 90 mins recently, I suddenly awake, and the roar of the sea is in my head again. So I negotiate that, and get back to sleep and my one Karma Sutra position again.

And that’s not forgetting the trying to get to sleep mind games. Music does help a lot, as just the Sound of Tinnitus is horrendous, so you break it up with music. The Hills are alive with the Sound of Music, or rather the pillows are bashed, you trash the duvet, you open and close the curtains so you get enough air coming in. Then you sleep and may have to do it all over again. If you are lucky after each slot of sleep, you actually get back to sleep relatively quickly. But if you do not then, just SUFFER. Am I exaggerating, probably the reverse. And have an old phone ready to distract yourself, with Music and News and any Damn thing, just so you are so tired the roar of the sea is tamed and you get back to sleep again.

You finally get up and you make use of the Day, as best you can. But at least you can have a nap on the sofa later on as you are just so exhausted, and nearly fall asleep at the keyboard like Duncan used to do, 40 years ago maybe. I hope he had a nice life, and lived in the Daylight and no Night Shifts, or maybe joined a Circus. So that’s about it, as I now have to go and have a _. Tinnitus is no friend of mine, it’s no fun, a dollop of cream on top of my cake of pain. And worst of all it slows me down, and pushes me away from the writing. So this is enough on Tinnitus, I’ll get back to another proper story tomorrow maybe.

And that’s why I have a Korean dream, it’s really a bucket list, as what are the chances of that. Though read Padre Pio and Me, and see just how remarkable is my Shanghai Life. And yes I really was vetted by a Chinese Ballerina in The Queens Tavern, a straight bar up the side of The Birmingham Hippodrome Theatre, home of the Birmingham Royal Ballet in our Gay Quarter. Or read Birmingham is Ballet, perfect for the stage anywhere, in a Circus tent even. Ok enough of this, my small daughter will be home soon, so we can have Year 13 cat, then she’ll ignore me and play with Totoro our cat. And yes, I did say my girls could have a Dog if I died or a Cat if I had a heart attack, then weeks later I was having what turned out to be a Quadruple, and the photo is really my bare chest, after they shaved me. Now I have a breast poking through a Hernia, I am one of the 1%. Or maybe you think I’m one in a 1,000,000 as a Chinese Uncle once said.

Michael Casey

Now if you’ve been on my page before then you’ll know about Fr.Dan, what you cannot remember? Well in Tears for a Butcher which I’ve only produced stray fragments for, he’s in that, and well just go hunt on my Blogger and WordPress. Are you so lazy, I have to write and wipe your backside for you? Mrs Murphy would hit you with the wet mop, straight out the mob bucket. Just as my own mother, Mrs Casey threatened, I’m laughing now and I’m sure so is she in her position in Heaven making the tea.

So you know Father Dan was the softest of all men, a good priest too, but underneath he was an Iron Fist in a velvet glove, and those drug dealers who nearly killed Big Sid the butcher would be finding out soon. Now find Tears for a Butcher if you want any more. But how did such a Holy Man develop into an Iron Fist. Well it started when his altar boy got thrown off a cliff, as in, a leg and a wing, and a throw, and that was that. He should have died. Stone dead, but his belt got caught on a root and it saved him from death. Though he would have died there, as he was all bust and broken, but a stubborn young priest saved him.

The Altar Boy was a very bad man, a dirty son of a who er, if you know the Irish pronunciation of Whore. He dabbled in everything, just like in that Taiwan film Man in Love, but the altar boy was far far worse. No nice music surrounding him like in that film. So the altar boy got his just rewards, he got chased by other gangsters and they were determined to catch him, kill him. So after a big fight, and it was monumental, 10 to one are bad odds for anybody, knives and guns included. The altar boy was battered until nearly dead, then grabbing his legs and arms and by his belt he was thrown off a cliff. DEAD.

Now where this was I cannot remember though it was in the East, where gambling is king, and that reminds me its 20,000,000 tonight but I’m so full of snot, so shall I tell you this story or waste 2 quid on a ticket. Ok, I’ll carry on, but first I must go to the toilet or do you want me to wet myself? The altar boy did wet himself, when you are shot you pee, go ask a trauma doctor, and if you are a naughty boy just STOP. Become an altar boy, now read on why.

Fr. Dan was big but weedy and scared when he saw what was happening he hid, and so would I, ten men killing one. Fr. Dan was not long out of the seminary which means school for priests if you think its some other meaning. So, he hid under his excuse for a church, battered bits of wood held together by spit and wood, and great singing. Did I tell you he had started a choir? Feeling guilty he went to the edge of a cliff and decided to say the prayers for the dead. He was amazed to see the gangster was not dead, just half dead and bleeding. So he climbed down to see what he could do. Suddenly brave enough to say a prayer for the dying, he been reading The Cardinal recently. The gangsters eyes flickered, soon he’d be dead if he was left there. So Fr. Dan blessed him, then blessed himself, Lord forgive me for being such a coward, he even shed a tear, tear for the dying. So Fr. Dan climbed back up. He’d need a rope and some help, but nobody was there, would you hang around with such violence?

Fr. Dan closed his eyes, and prayed, God will provide, when he opened his eyes a donkey was there, the gun shots had frightened it and it had broken its rope. My own uncle Patrick back in Cromane Lower Kerry, used to have a donkey too, which was a mobile lawn mower for around the house, no I’m not joking, go ask my cousin’s son, Patrick’s grandson. But I’ll get back to the story, so Fr. Dan went over the cliff again, this time attached to the end of the donkey’s rope, he tied it around the gangster’s belt and hauled him up. The cliff was very dangerous, just like at the back of my Aunty Mary’s house in Ballyheigh Kerry, she being Patrick’s sister, and she loved stories too.

So once the gangster was safely on solid ground, Fr. Dan put him over the donkey’s back and carried him away. So, Fr. Dan had saved him, now he had to nurse him, bullet holes and all that. Fr. Dan hid the gangster in the cellar under the church, just where he had him himself. Then looking at an old copy of Readers Digest he took two bullets out, and nursed him. All this was done in secret, or the gangsters “friends” would have come back to kill him, and Fr. Dan too.

Fr. Dan named him Sylvester after Rambo in that film Ciffhanger where he falls off a cliff, he’d seen it on plane on the way to the missions. So, it seemed appropriate, as the gangster did fall off a cliff, or rather was thrown. Now God works in mysterious ways, I speak from Experience.

And Fr. Dan knows it too, as he nursed Sylvester his Faith went into him, and Sylvester’s courage and inner strength went into him. Fr. Dan had a convert on his hands, stuck under a church with only a Bible and Hymn books to read, with Mass and prayers and choir above. Sylvester had been drip fed Faith. Fr. Dan grew stronger, as he had to move Sylvester about and hide him in the cellar for months. Sylvester said he’d repay him he owed him his life. So yes you’ve guessed it, Sylvester taught Fr. Dan how to Fly as Korean martial arts people say.

TO BE CONTINUED

Scam Letter Maybe

Scam Letter Maybe (c)

By Michael Casey

Dear Sir { insert. name)

If you see that then it’s yet another Faker, reading off. blackboard

If you have talked to them once and they don’t reference what you said before

Then show them the door, now as I write this I am in incredible pain

So I may stop again finish this on Friday 17th Sept

I was actually writing 2 emails earlier on and I had to stop because of pain

But as I finished those emails with

I must take a pain killer

They probably think I’m a scammer

Though a few minutes Googling me reveals all

And no I’m not a stripper as I put in the 2nd email

So the receiver may think I am a scammer

Or Hopefully has a sense of humour

I don’t want to waste my pain free time on those who

Just cannot smile or laugh

Not even if they are beautiful and intelligent

Because Arrogance is the biggest TURN OFF

I’m Beautiful Adore Me, push her over and let her taste the gutter

But I digress

So a real person should say

I spotted you on the internet, I read X Y Z or I saw this picture

snogging a man/woman/cat or murdering your mother in law

And just wondered how did you escape the Police

If nothing is referenced, and they don’t reply to your reply

If you had replied because you were bored and were testing them

Then they are just a bunch of idiots wasting your time

And trying to commit crime

That’s why when I get top of Google Search Engine

OR Website tidy up

I alway say NO, and return a silly image of me

They have harvested my email and never actually talk to me

So I send them some of my rubbish in return plus a photo

So now you all know what to expect

SO don’t bother me ever

Not unless you are a doctor for real who might

cure my pain

But be aware you will be challenged to pose

In such a way that proves you have a sense of humour

One finger up your nose another on your hip

Nothing that can be grabbed off the internet

I’ve had people in hospital beds, and pretending they are them

BUT I just reply, hope you die, because I know its FAKE

Just because my own body is battered and broken

I won’t put up with BS

So now you know

WHO whoever, or whatever the latest scammer is

Yes, I’m even crankier when I’m in pain

But a genuine person, or even a real fool

I will give all my time too

Because that’s the way we are in the Casey family

Enough, I have also been talking about French Culture and Sociology

with my small daughter sat in the chair in the other next to me

A Levels and all that

She still loves me 20 by the way

20 being the greatest number she knew when she was a child

27 was the challenge my other daughter gave me

When I got out of hospital in jan 2015 after quadruple heart bypass

27 like in the 27 dresses film

Such a large number, and that’s the amount of books I should write

In other words live longer

I’m on book 21 now, and Tinnitus does slow me down

So if I finish in 7 years time that’s past the average life expectancy post quadruple heart bypass

Obviously I’d prefer to meet and marry that Korean girl and have 4 more kids etc

But really that’s something for my Bucket List, that’ll never happen

You are my Spring a Kdrama about a doctor with a new heart and a female concierge

That hit a chord with me

But Kdramas touch my. heart, and I sing along to the songs

Love beyond reason is what they are all about,

So go watch some for yourself

And stop sending rubbish emails to me

just go to my WordPress and read in every language

Though right now its locked

Who Have I upset?

Don’t know, it’s probably my sausage fingers

Like the butcher In The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

ok enough, I’ll try and write something else in the morning

Spotted Tom Cruise on tv in the other room

they stole his car in Birmingham and got all his luggage

so I had to lend him a pair of my knickers and a clothes peg

to hold it up

Still waiting for the large size folding Wayfare sunglasses

as a reward.

Or maybe that’s just a future scam letter to me

he can put his gun in our fridge

By
Michael Casey

Well I’ve finished my Taiwanese Kdrama about the store, so I thought I’d try and write a new piece for you all. Though one last thing, the hair with the tiny crown attached for the Wedding Finale, was TERRIBLE, it was made 11 years ago, so perhaps they did not know better, but the bride looked bad. No doubt my friend in Taiwan may disagree if she ever saw it, I’ll have to email her and ask.

Half of Taiwan wants to invade Birmingham now, and give me a slap. But if you know my Taiwanese friend she’ll tell you the beauties I live with, so I do know what I’m talking about. I am a Gay Dad after all, this means I know about women’s fashion, I may look like a sack of potatoes myself, but I do know how a woman should look. And by the way I’m not Gay, just to avoid any Internet Confusion. I’m very fertile, so don’t even shake hands with me, and no that’s not a metaphor. Or those 4 Kpop kids will soon start appearing.

So, I’ll ask you, how long have you been recycling? Did you applaud when the visual litter appeared in every front garden, colour coded dustbins, for, waste, recycling and for grass, and even a food waste bin. Did you throw a street party for them? Greta may be your hero, or should I say heroine, and no it’s not true, she’s not dating Barron Trump and taken up modelling, and attends his basket-ball matches. And no she has not taken up smoking either.

Well I’ll have you know, all you trendy people, recycling was what we did automatically in the 1960s, because we were poor and did not waste anything. If we could burn it, it went on the old coal fire. My big sister used to sit on top of the fire with a book on the fire guard reading. Then afterwards the criss-cross pattern was all over her legs. Next to the outside toilet, shared for 8, we had a coal shed and the coal man used to walk up the entry and toss his load, a hundred weight into the coal shed. I nearly was killed stone dead in that coal shed in 1966 maybe but that’s another story. So, in times like these, we, everybody did not waste anything. You only had 2 dustbins then and they were made of galvanised steel. The dustmen used to come and get your rubbish too. They had slide down shutters on the dustcart too. And before I forget the coal man’s cart was a flat loader with a horse pulling it, I seem to remember. And there was a breadman too, with big basket bring in the bread. So, your back passage was always busy too.

This was the climate, and the Space Race was on as well, early 1960s, so 1969 really was a big big deal. We were too poor to be the consumer society, I got puke coloured cord long trousers in the Summer of 69 or was it 70. I used to wear shorts and long socks with garters on. So I danced up and down the garden when my mother had finished sewing them to make them shorter. I can picture her in the back yard sitting on an old broken barn chair, with the setting sun, and yes I had that chair for 30 years afterwards when I moved house, so maybe 50 years use altogether. And I was so happy to get 2nd or 3rd hand trousers from my 3 elder brothers. Fast Fashion did not even exist, not a picture of poverty, but of a large Irish family in the shadow of Cape Hill Brewery Smethwick, but we were in Birmingham.

People had things and made them last. Money, makes you wasteful, and being bored too. If you have the Blitz mentality, There’s a War On, then you won’t waste stuff. Or I only had three holidays last year, and these clothes are six months old, so I’ll throw them out. This fruit comes from South Africa and the others were delayed because of bad weather over the Atlantic. Everybody likes fancy stuff. We were forced to have central heating in 1973, because of Smokeless Zones, but at least my big sister no longer hogged the coal fire. Even though over the border in Smethwick they continued. Things change, attitudes change.

Would you choose to have less? In the end accepting a lower standard of living may be the only way to stop global warming. Or do you want to continue travelling the world buying plastic tat souvenirs, taking selfies, filling cyberspace with your taste. And continue killing the human race. Or even do less breeding so we can feed the world as it is. Or is Covid 19 an unintended way of Saving the Planet. Think about everything you do, you don’t need heroes to tell you. Or do you?

Michael Casey

Now as I begin I realise I have to tidy up my files they are a bit messy, so I’ve put this where it should be to start with then I’ll do my security afterwards. I was very disciplined but I’ve got untidy, so a return to discipline then I can find stuff. I think in three years here I’ve written 400+ new pieces. This does not include the Chats, which I don’t back up, I just write directly to the Blogger and WordPress. Or write then copy and paste to share my wisdom with you all, ok my boring rubbish, but you do come back all the time, just to see if I am improving. I also have Translated books just to spread the pain worldwide. Here is the new house further up the hill, if I had realised how steep it was and how my Health would be, but I’m here a fool on the Hill. But in Korea 2500 plus downloads of Quick Stories in a short space of time, and 1000s more in other languages. Though when you read it you all may resort to bad language, is he really this rubbish, I don’t know why I bothered. Though Judging by the figures and maps, you must like it. Though it could just be good toilet reading while you are waiting.

So, I hope you are smiling as you read this whatever your position, or wherever you are in the world. In bed with the one you love, my words as a kind of foreplay, I have written more than 4 plays actually, love. It may just help you to sleep, but other methods are more fun, come here, throw that ipad away. Who knows, maybe just Drs. I had a fake scam email from a Dr today, the 2nd actually, the 1st was from a Korean WHO Dr, today’s from a Yank in UK. The Korean was more appealing but obvious fake. You can cut and paste emails and check them in seconds against a scammer list. That’s if you have 5 seconds to spare as you finish your tea, and you don’t have to open them. But I’ve told you this already Dear.

Now to the point though there never is one. Making people laugh. How do you do it, show them a picture of Trump. I still cannot believe that USA GOP people are so stupid, it’s gone beyond a joke. But back to the plot. You extend and exaggerate, you push sideways, I’ve started to think of Trump and his bedroom skills, but that’s because I’ve watched Politics for 50 years. Read Chapter 9 M.P. Married to a Person, Married to a People from The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker, that’s my take on Politics from 30 years ago. Or read Tom Sharpe books, a PhD a real PhD introduced me to them, Blot, Porterhouse Blue, The Throwback, Wilt are some titles I remember. In places very course, but very very funny. Porterhouse Blue is set in Cambridge or was it Oxford, a tv series was made years ago, very very funny.

So how do you make people laugh? It’s the way you tell them as Frank Carson the great Northern Ireland comic used to say. Roger drove him back to the airport and nearly crashed the van, he was crying with laughter. It’s timing, and letting the laugh out slowly. Americans Telegraph everything. You have to be slow, and then spring the last word. No I’m not a stand up Comedian, and you have already thought of a joke because of the verb I just use. You just use words and lead people up the garden path, as Gill with a G used to say. I do hope she’s alive and still slapping people, Michael you are Awful, she’d say a la Dick Emery. That is such a fond memory I have of her, last time we met was in Hill Street, and no we are not Policemen nor Blues. So you use a word and it has associations already.

If you talk to Lawyers and 400 of them know my name, no I’m not a criminal nor a thief, a law firm was my workplace. If you talk to lawyers it’s all about briefs, and no I never flash my knickers or flags. Though I do remember one girl did try to pull my pants down in the print room as a joke. I’d forgotten about that, not a regular member of the crew either. Again by my choice of words and sharing such information you are painting pictures. In truth we were too busy and hot, and no I don’t mean I was so sexy. I mean it was 90 degrees because of all the industrial size printers in use. Hence me going to Saint Philips cathedral to cool down on my lunch break. The Verger, who looked like Jeff Bezo, really, he thought I was Holy, but God knows otherwise, 3 years of lunch breaks, inside the cathedral or on a bench outside with a quick nip inside.

Again, I’m just sharing a story, but the phrasing makes a difference, the choice of adjectives, and finally the comma is King. That pause on the paper, or the lick of the lips. Then the wall of laughs comes down. Just as in Music you have a build up, then Bang. And you have made your own jokes up again, again and again. Oh, Sally stop it. I’m listening to Rendez Vous by JMJ, appropriately enough. Though in my head that music would be used as back ground music to a finale of one of my stories. But I gave you premature elation, yes you did stop to read that word again. What did he just say, elation premature elation. See you can take another bite of the apple, and get a 2nd laugh, though if talking and I say take another bite, you are ahead of me. Because it’s all in the mind. Phrasing makes a difference.

Anyway, me and my friend Andy were behind the wall at the Front Desk, and no we were not kissing, an Andi maybe, but this was Andy with a beard, I wouldn’t want hair in my mouth, and we are both manly. You see Andy had a handicap, no he wasn’t a golfer, he had some horrible disease that twisted his back, and he had crutches too. He as our Switchboard guy, so I did Switchboard as soon as I came in, while he had his dinner. So, we always had a bit of banter, and if I wasn’t sent somewhere all over the Hotel, we’d chat. So, I’d feed him a line, or just accidentally, and then he’d put me down, slam dunk on the floor. I always remember the look in his eye and he’d purse his lips and then PUNCHLINE, we’d laugh and the receptionists too. You Walked into that one, Michael. And, yes I did, on purpose or accidentally, it did not matter. Only the Laugh matters. So be generous and don’t kill the joke, let it breath. Being mocked by a man in caliper and crutches is one of the greatest gifts I’ve been given. Because Laughter really does unite all of us, whatever our condition.

Michael Casey

We’ve all heard and seen interviews, even the pretend ones in newspapers where 20 questions, ok 8, are asked and answered. It’s just an email back and a reply really. I saw one with Frodo recently, and frankly they are a waste of time, a page filler. Frodo will mount a quest now against me. Sorry I just had to take some pain killer, I saw an interview once with the writer of the Singing Detective and he had to pause and swig morphine, so luckily I’m not that bad, though in the middle of it, you just wish lots of things.

So why should I hate interviews, or rather interviewers? Well they don’t listen to start with, if you are talking to me I actually want to be talked to, not processed. Not scanned at a supermarket checkout by a bored girl. Though me being me, I always start a conversation, and yes they do wish I was a tin of beans, though I do fart as much. So, it’s a question of attitude, and the Irish in me wants words, not silence, silence is for lambs. Also describing a page is never as good as reading it. So, I’d rather read a page and not talk about it. A page is a performance, well the way I write it is, the Jackson Pollock school of writing, so how can I possibly talk about it?

The interviewer always wastes time and goes around in circles. If I say it’s a bit like Shakespeare, the interviewer always then says, so you are comparing yourself to Shakespeare, then you go off on a tangent wasting time on that. If the interviewer actually listened he’d learn more, on behalf of the listeners or readers of viewers, instead of justifying his own existence. Two ears and only one tongue, and no I’m not talking about foreplay either. An interviewer is there to listen, it’s not a Political Interview where we all know the Politician is a Liar, a Damn Liar hiding in bed with Statistics, and Statistics was all that mattered, 38/24/38 when his assistant became Political with him. But enough of that, NDAs and all.

The Interviewer goes around in circles, as if his foot was nailed to the floor, or he is painting his nails and ignoring you as you answer, or texting his mum, asking are his shorts done. Then there is the backward announcing to studio and the advert for next week too. Not forgetting the Nods to camera which will be inserted later to pretend he was actually listening to you, as vacuous as the kind pleasantries at the beginning and the end to prove to the People’s Choice Viewers that he is everybody’s best friend. But judging by the laser looks from the crew, they hate him just as much as you.

So why waste time being interviewed. I’ll read aloud a page or two and let the audience judge for themselves. Never let an overweight and over paid idiot, get in the way between you and the words. Let folks, read touch taste every sentence, it should be like a French Kiss between me and my readers. I just hope when I open my eyes, I enjoy who I’ve exchanged spit with.

Friday, 8 October 2021

In the Vacuum

Of Space

Of Time

Of lack of Love

Your Mind whirling around

There is no sound

Just Tinnitus in your head

You are all alone in your bed

Would Passion end the sound in our head

Don’t Give Up

Sings Peter Gabriel as I talk to you

Angels have the view from the stars

As I beg for Silence

Just the Sound of Silence

So I make the music higher

To drown the Tinnitus in my head

As I beg God for Silence

As I violently punch my pillows

But they fight back

Whose idea was it to have a metal zip on a pillow slip

So it scratches me in retaliation

Soothing sounds come from my phone, from my smart speaker

As the Hiss and Hum of Tinnitus is worse than a beat of a drum

Some distraction some action would be more than welcome

To take the noise and pain away

And on it goes day and night, night and day

Charlie Watts up in Heaven can you ask the Heavenly drummer to

STOP

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I did not know I’d write that, the first line refers to an email I got

so at least I got today’s piece, which I will insert into the book

as I never know when or where or how inspiration will come

Anyway Vacuum you are welcome if you really appear,

and if you do they’ll be a story to create about that.

and Quick Stories remains the new favourite with Koreans

and Kim how about throwing those nukes away and open Golf Courses

with Trump instead….

The Nature of Love (c)

Michael Casey

As you all know I’ve been enjoying Her Private Life a Kdrama Romantic Comedy, they are like

Coronation Street with James Bond production values, though obviously Korean girls are far prettier.

In this particular Kdrama, He thinks the She is a Lesbian, but she is not. But he pretends to be her

boyfriend from Super Fans, which is very Korean mania, a bit like Trumpianism but without all the

lies kind of. Judge for yourselves.

Now tonight as I watched it I saw struck by a simple thought, expressed through the Kdrama, without

any drama really. In the story a Photographer left his final photos to a Writer friend of his before

dying.

The reveal was the the pretend couple were overheard taking by the Writer. And the girl said, and she

was a secret Kpop snapper, there is Love in his eyes, the eyes of the dead Photographer. And the final

published photo has a title, but it had been mistranslated. It should say Hi not Goodbye, apparently

there in Korean that means both, and forgive me I was reading sub titles. So if you are Korean in the

street and you see me, don’t slap me for my ignorance.

The point was the Photographer loved the Writer more than just a friend of 30 years. It was a Gay

friendship but never expressed, just repressed. So the Writer was wondering did his Photographer

Friend know he loved him back even though he did not dare say it, due to his upbringing. The Art gallery man from the pretend couple said, of course he did, as a Photographer sees things that a

photographer would see. Just as an Artists sees things too, the Art guy was an Painter too. So it was

sweet to see these few minutes of a Kdrama, express Love in another way.

Immediately some of you hate hate I’ve just said. But Love is Love is a true expression of Reality. Yes

it is so boring, when people boast I am Gay, just like in Little Britain on tv in UK years ago, before

Wokeism killed Comedy. Just Live and Let Live, just don’t push your opinion down our throats. Who

are you to judge anyway, Linda the Deep Throat Political commentator?

But all Love is good, just don’t make women blush and startle the horses in the street. Yes it is better

to love and lost than never ave loved at all. It is better there were no cobwebs where love should have

emerged. It is better the soft kiss instead of the stinging nettle. A year, 10, 20, 30, 40 or more, or just

far far less than none at all. Or being abandoned and rejected, can make you bitter.

But you have memories of kisses and more, broken beds and tables, discarded clothes everywhere, and

much much more. And if you have kids after your coupling, then you have kids doing all the damage

and leaving a trail of rubbish everywhere. And life goes on till the love stops. Today was also a

memorial for somebody who was much loved, a church filled with love.

So the mix of events primed the pump for these words, love can last a lifetime, it can end tragically, it

can also just die, and wither away. So enjoy every second of it.

Then watch Kdramas for the Comedy and Pathos, and maybe just may you’ll have a happy ending,

Love conquering all, despite the twists and turns, and no I’m not talking about Karma Sutra. Just to

some soppy Kramas with music and comedy and James Bond production values. And maybe just

maybe they’ll open a Korea food shop in your street, and the girl there will fall madly in love with you,

you marry have 4 kids and form a Kpop family.

I do like happy endings, as my Tinnitus roars in my ears, and I wish I wish.

Michael Casey

As Pink Floyd popped up on the music Floyd appears on the page, meanwhile my dinner is in the oven, and I hope Tinnitus nor Pain interrupt as I put a new story on the page, 19th Nov 2021 is the date if you are tracking me. Tea rhythms with tracking me so I my just have one before I start, and yes the pain is rumbling in my shoulder.

But let us begin our story, Grace had shoulder pains too, all the hoovering she used to do, a girl has to clean if she wants to buy those new shoes. Grace worked in several offices, coming in at night and tidying up. Amazing Grace, was her nickname, she could make anything spick and span, and if you lost anything she would find it. So obviously she was very much in demand, amongst the High End office brigade. Lawyers and Building Societies, and stray Estate agencies. They were in a new block just by Saint Philips church yard, Birmingham, that’s in England by the way.

So, Grace had popped in for a quick one, a prayer that is, and bumped into a casual lawyer wearing two odd shoes, he’d got up in the dark and did not want to disturb his girlfriend, hence the odd shoes. He dropped his briefs and she picked them up quickly, he was just on his way back from Court, Grace apologized. No need, he replied, I pop in the cathedral too if I ‘m doing something big in Court. But don’t tell anybody he continued. I’m looking for a new cleaning gig myself said Grace. So there and then Mr TwoShoes gave her a job. It was so hard to find a quality cleaner. And that’s how Grace begun her QC cleaning company. Mr TwoShoes said it was simpler that way, and they had accountants and so forth back at base, as they called the Law Firm.

So, Grace began with one, then two or three, till finally the building was hers. She came in during the late afternoon then kept on going all was done sometime it was almost dawn when she finished. Now Lawyers are like hawks, so soon the block next door came around sniffing, but Mr TwoShoes was there to defend his catch, you’ll not have our QC, get one of your own. QC if you do not know if a very posh name for a very high powered lawyer, a Queens Council. We won’t litigate over it was the smiled reply, but if your QC, your Amazing Grace has a sister, then Mr. Tort will be happy to give her 25% more to do our building too, providing her skills are equitable. Now Grace over heard this and had a fit of giggles, My Skills, that’s what my boyfriend calls it. The lawyers blushed, though they were in accord Grace was amazing, if you dash around all the time cleaning it is far better than any bike in a garage. So, Sharon who had had enough of Nail Bar life joined QC, Quality Cleaners, and Mr TwoShoes increased the fee by 25% too, he did not want to be accused of mistreating the staff, though Friend is a better word, as that’s how Grace felt amongst them.

So, time passed, and QC grew and grew. They had all kinds of vacuum too, not just Henrys but brooms on a stick the fancy charging ones. Grace never forgot her chance meeting outside of Saint Phillips, so she’s sung a hymn to herself as Dawn broke. Now Grace was in a Gospel Choir, the one that was at the children’s home do in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, Chapter7 to be precise from BBU. If you need a clue. Anyway Grace would sing, and as the windows were open to let some air in, her voice would drift across the square. And if you have Shona in you as Sharon and the cleaners from QC did soon a choir was singing. Now a handful of Shona is like an army of angels. This sound saved a life, the Bliss it gave, made somebody decide to live not die. He was a wannabe Music Producer down on his luck. But when Shona sing, it is Almighty God humming. What more can I say. QC has cleaned an office or two over-night but at the darkest part of the night just before Dawn, when bad things can happen, Shona singing had praised God and saved a life.

The Music man, said thank you, this really was the rhythm of the saints, made by Shona cleaners. So, it came to pass, he got some therapy, and as luck would have it, his sister worked in filing at the law firm where QC had its first cleaning gig. Which led to him meeting them, and eventually producing them. The QC girls laughed when asked to record a CD, will we be bigger than UB40? Eventually was the reply. And Mr TwoShoes himself would do all the Legals. So, singing Professionally became a reality. They did do a Charity concert for Christmas at Saint Phillips cathedral, where the ticket price was extortionate. But Lawyers all wanted to be there, not just for the singing, but on the off chance they could get on QC waiting list.

And what was the Charity, The Samaritans. For Christmas is a time of great joy, but any Samaritan will tell you, Christmas can bring pain too. So, let this Christmas 2021 be a time of glad tidings and great joy as the Shona choir sing. For being a good Samaritan at any time, or any day of the week, is the greatest gift you can give, and Singing not only praises God, but can save a life, any day not just at Christmas.

Michael Casey

Well it’s been a while, so here’s a new new story, the first for 2022 and already I’m trying to get the font right. Ask any writer, they just have to have the right font in front of them, Palatino is what I prefer. It’s rounded and looks nice, and is clear when you read it. Not so small that you have to squint, and it’s curvy like a woman, or my own belly and super fat backside, whichever you prefer to look at. I’m flattered if it’s me that you find so appealing, Lockdown has a lot to answer for.

So, Mr Casey, just put a mask on, please, it is the rules. And a visor too, and a gown, no we haven’t finished yet. Then a Police Forensic white suit. No, the Plague is not here, and then get into the space suit, and if you flick the switch your own air supply will kick in, and the suit will inflate, so you look like the Michelin Man. Yes, we are all set now. It’s just that we think you stink as much as your writing. So, we did not want your rubbish to pollute our waiting area. No this is not the Hospital, this is HOSTspital a fab and trendy Italian restaurant next door, by the Windmill pub. That’ll be £12 service charge, but you can use our toilet for free.

So, I stripped naked and washed in the sink, like a monkey in a birdbath. I used all their fancy soaps, like the one you get in hotels, then steal and take home with you. So, I was stood naked drying myself under two fancy Dyson hand driers when Pearl came in, Pearl was a Singer, she was singing as she washed the floor. Either that or she was a machinist and the needle on her Singer had broke, but I won’t go on like a broken record. Pearl looked up and remarked that Kim would be so jealous, as my backside was huge, but well-toned though in need of a Black and Decker. I spun around and Pearl laughed. And that is how we first met. She was still laughed as I put my clothes on. You don’t type I asked trying to Change the subject. 120 WPM was her reply, I used to be be called The Flash at the law firm when I was younger. Though it was I who was flashing, though by now my face was bright red. All the fancy soaps had given me an allergic rash. And that is how I came to dictate to Pearl. She’d come to the house as I lay on the blue sofa and dictated my latest short story. A perfect union.

But, where was I? I was in the kitchen eating turkey rashers, making a pig of myself. I have to lose weight, I’ve given up the snacks in the night, have to ty and protect my heart. Totoro’s fault and the Tinnitus keeping me awake. So, I was going to talk about Protection, Just say No, Sleep in another room, or have a picture of me over the bed. If that does not take away the urge then NOTHING will.

Though I wasn’t going to talk about that either, I was going to talk about other Protections. Words, Clothes, Shades. I don’t want to say but, I may be wrong but, you may not want to hear this but. And so on. I know somebody who CLARIFIES every sentence, like a bad Politician glued by his backside to the fence. Real people don’t do it. They just say. Michael you are FAT, and grey haired like a 99 year old, and your after shave is so passe Ck One you only use it because it is the CHEAPEST like you, OLD MAN, you reek of the wrong perfume, Jeyes Fluid drain cleaner dabbed behind your ears would be better.

As for clothes, they are like Easter eggs, lots of coverage, when finally removed you are disappointed. All packaging then nothing at the centre. We hide or wrap up ourselves in clothing. If you are fat you protect yourself from mocking by forever wearing a tent. Curves are nice, but how they are presented really matters. A blanket of snow, with your attire can hide many things. If they are just out there then they are not appealing. TART is the word, conceal or reveal, this is the eternal balance. A bloke with his Bee Gee look, may work in a Gay Bar, but to attract a lady, hide it, don’t dangle too much. Class is so much more, than tight jeans and shuttlecocks, ask George Michael.

Words do matter, clothes do maketh the man, but if he looks so right, but when he opens his mouth all he can talk of is himself, leave him the use by sell by date dustbin. She may look great, but if she opens her mouth and smells of smoke, leave her by the artichokes, and the magazine rack at the back. So we chose words to explain ourselves, but if words are not your thing, just being with him or her is enough. You just feel glad her or she is around. Some use lots of words but actually say nothing. A word can mean so much, especially when your mum died, he said nothing, but her was always there bringing in the washing for me, helping with the kids, getting me to smile. His rubbish jokes, but without him, just how would I have coped.

And on it goes, words to protect ourselves, or words to defend, or even works to save us. You were gonna be mugged but he threw a kindle full of Michael Casey’s 20 books at them, they picked it u and ran away. At last Michael Casey your words were of some use, Fat Silver Haired Writer in Shades from Birmingham saved a lady from a mugging. Police arrested 3 men quoting Casey non stop, E and Casey don’t mix, it gave the game the away.

So that’s your lot for today, it’s time to put the Christmas tree away for another year. I did an online Life Expectancy thing in the middle of the night. Because I’d be classed as a non smoker and a non drinker even though in poorish health, at 5feet 10 and 127 kilos I would still live till 88 which is 5 years better than most. 25 more years, though it did not ask about nature of illnesses. And my guess was far far less. So if it is right, should I have 4 more kids and start a Kpop band. Though from what you’ve heard would you be interested, women, not men that is.

Michael Casey

Well an item in the news attracted my attention, Coming of Age in Japan which is when they reach 20. Ditto in Korea. It’s in the newspapers so you can read it for yourselves. So, it got me thinking, when was I all grown up. Well it was when I was 11, Summer of 1970 before I started at Grammar school, the 3rd brother at the same school, hence I was called Casey Minimus by the Latin teacher, a very small man called Mr Hanny.

He got Max Francis who was 6feet 4inches to stand at the front while he taught the body parts in Spanish, so Max was a visual aid. His younger brother Simon was in the same class as me, 1B, which may have stood for Brothers, as we all seemed to have bigger brothers in the school. The UB40 guy Ali was in my class too, he broke his collar bone playing rugby and cried, we though he was a girl for crying. A friend I made in 1B was in the class too, so I know him 52 years. I think 4 of the class became Drs including my friend but he was just a PhD not a Medic.

Now I could say a bit more about the class, such as MacKenzie a Black guy who could run like the wind, I think his dad was the cobbler down the road, as for Clive he’s a Rastaman now, last time I passed him on the Dudley Rd years ago. Anyway your environment is part of your Growing Up. That and your family. So in a way I was all grown up, or wide as Big D might say, he was so small he was nicknamed after a brand of peanuts. Woke rubbish was not recognised 50 years ago.

So if you grow up with lodgers in the family house, then you learn about them. We even had an alcoholic struck off Dr as a lodger, dad carrying down her Piss Pot to empty in the outside toilet is one of my memories. We had a fridge of sorts too, all the fancy Minton tiling was where our daily 6 bottles of milk were left to stay cool. We were a family of 8 after all, 2 girls and 4 boys, plus mom and dad, hence 4 children’s milk and 2 sterilized milks, not forgetting our cat and dog, making 10. Sterilized milk was for dad to take to work at The District Iron and Steel Brasshouse Lane Smethwick, in a little bottle, as the heat from the furnace curdled any children’s milk. He did want milk for his tea after all, that’s what sterilized milk is for after all.

So you grow up seeing the alcoholic lodgers, Mrs Casey here’s the rent. As they swayed at the side door, dragging on a fag. Then when they bailed out you had to clear out, and why are nurses so messy? You have to keep their rubbish for 3 months, in the old coal shed in the house next door, just in case they come back to pay the owed back rent. Dad is gone 20 years in 2 week’s time, he was far too kind, a gentle gentleman.

So I have experience of tidying, I even had a lodger die on me while I tried CPR. But that was ten years later. If you come from such a background you are grown up, and 50 years ago I knew too many things which I wish I never got to know for decades or even ever. You have to compartmentalize or not even think of it, hide in the bunker of your imagination or prayers till the storm passes or the tide ebbs.

I could say more, I could write a PhD thesis, but I don’t need to prove anything to myself, nor anybody else. But I did nail PAX over my door once I got my own home. And then a year or so after that I did actually stumble into writing in 1987, it was not planned it just happened. What is in your life, just ends up on your page. Though 20 years of radio listening thanks to Frank Brown, who mum called the Best Lodger did play a part too. I remember him giving me an orange and he had the programme of The Jungle Book too from the Gaumont Cinema, which was the biggest screen in Europe. Later the site became where Pinsent Masons office, where I worked for 3 years 30 years later.

Events in your life, direct and indirect play a part. I noticed in today’s article about Japanese coming of age, 20 you have a bank account. My dad got me mine when I was 8, I can remember the bank, and going in with dad to do it. I can recall what dad was wearing the string bound bank book. Though today with 2 student daughters I have nothing now. A day without pain is enough, or Tinnitus not driving me to the edge and beyond, which it does almost every time I wake up. Tinnitus is worse than all the pains I get and they are horrendous at times, hence the current hospital tests.

Coming of age can be a sudden thing, or a series of things, with one being the straw that broke the camel’s back. Never Give Up is playing as I talk to you right now, Gallagher and Lyle are right, as was Saint Mark, but it is my own credo already and always. Life is full of colour, if you just say I’m Bored, or There’s Nothing to Eat, or There’s Nothing to Do, then I suggest look inwardly. The Greatest Journey is the Interior One, or failing that look at the back of the fridge, you can always make something with an egg, even if the egg is slightly cracked.

Explaining Irony to Americans

Explaining Irony to Americans (c)

By Michael Casey

Well you should know this already

TRUMP is a Liar and a Fraud, proven in Court

Beaten in Court repeatedly

Yet you still flock to him

So that is irony

So does that proven Insanity on your part

Or Do the insane flock together

yes I know I could be called disrespectful to the real insane people

But they get help and get better

Trump is just screwing the country

For his own Vanity

Even those who are only worth a dollar are NOT worthless

That’s what Democracy is, all voices are heard

Not just the rich loudmouths

That’s why Every Vote should count

The Pantomime should end

Google panto or pantomime and watch one

Then it should be self explanatory

Over here in England

Boris could meet his end

Why?

Because of a drink too far

Friday drinks

I worked in a very successful company and they used

to have Friday drinks every month or so

Not in Covid times obviously

But when a Government tells us this

Then does that

When they behave one way, the Public are obviously Angry

In the great scheme of things, I bet lots of people did the same

But they are not the Government

They are not accountable

Even though

And this is the Irony

England, the UK, did very well in Covid times

In 10 days time restrictions may be gone

Keep a mask may be kept

But honestly in the Orient they always masked up

For years and years well before Covid

But Boris may be pushed out

Or kept on till May so he can be blamed for the Local Elections

But then he is toast so they say

Irony, UK survived so much better than EU through Covid times

But still the leader gets the push

For the drinks trolley so to speak

Victory but still he is a Loser

I just hope with his 3rd Wife and 2 small kids

He decides, I did my best

Now it’s time to have fun

Churchill had his Gallipoli then he won WWII maybe

but then he got dumped as soon as WWII was over

Then he got Nobel prize for Literature in 1953

So Boris can get back to his Books

Maybe he should read

The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker by Michael Casey

I too am a bit of a Phoenix

Though I’ll always be poor

Even though 100 countries have read my stuff

Or is Money the only Proof you are of any worth

If you think that then even if you are as rich or richer than Trump

Then really it is you who are worthless

You should be throw out like salt that has lost its

taste

the old house where most of my writing was done, with Totoro name plate

26th Jan 2002 , 20 years ago today

was when my dad died

I screamed like a puppy dog being beat with an iron bar

for an hour

mum had died in the marriage bed 5.5 years before

despite my brother doing CPR

8 weeks later, he happened to be home

he heard dad fall out of bed in the next room

the same room

my brother saved dad with CPR

dad went on to live 5.5 years more

despite being given just a week to live

and us picking hymns for his funeral

You read more online somewhere

Padre Pio and Me maybe

I visited dad every single day for 3 years

and he lived a couple of years more

I got wed and we had a baby

now doing BioChem at University

another girl turned up 2 years later

after dad was buried

So what can I say

The Love, the Strength, the Hope

never stated but there like the Mountains in County Kerry

where my Blacksmith dad came from before Birmingham

they were always with me

Ave Maria happens to have kicked in on my Music selection

Dad was too busy working up to 16 hours day at

The District Iron and Steel Brasshouse Lane Smethwick

he’d do to a late Mass on Sundays

I could say oceans more

He actually had bought his Thomas Cook ticket for England

When his sister Mary in Chicago sent him money for America

So the tale goes

That’s why I’m here and not in America

But he was like a brother to Mum’s brother who did live in Boston, USA

And me and Dad were more like brothers than father and son

because I spent most time talking to him, as I was the youngest son

And 5 of 6 was my place in the family

When I wrote The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

mum and her 3 sisters was obviously Mrs Murphy with Julie Walters in my head too

if ever it were turned into a film

My dad I loved too much to put him in the book

But when I finished the book I realised that Big Sid the Butcher

the love inside him was really my dad, though Roy Kinnear was the

idea for any filmed version

But I only realised afterward that Big Sid was my dad

A pure and simple love, though dad was very intelligent, not like the

character in the book

Casey one day you will hang said dad’s teacher in the 1920s

Irony was the 4 of the 6 of use were teachers

So my dad is in me, and always will be

Because he made me

If I were(c) by Michael Casey

I’ve been on the sofa chilling as the tv was claimed by somebody else

So I woke up I suppose I was asleep, anyway dashed to the bathroom

But this is in my head, despite the SCREAMING from Tinnitus

If I were (c)

Michael Casey

If I were Black would you hate me

If I were White would you hate me too

If I were Straight would you hate me

If I were Gay would you. hate me too

If I were a Christian would you hate me

If I were a Jew. would you hate me too

If I were a Muslim would you hate me

If I were of No Faith would you hate me too

If I was Right would you hate me

If I were Left would you hate me too

If I was Political would you hate me

If I was total UNPolitical would you hate me too

If I was a Prude would you hate me

If I was a Nudist. would you hate me too

And If I were battered and bleeding in the gutter would you be a Good Samaritan

And if I were Jesus, would you Crucify me again

BUT

Love is Always Better than Hate

And despite the Tinnitus screaming in my head constantly

I beg Mary to ask her Son Jesus, Bring Peace on Earth Again

AMEN

Mary and Baby Jesus, they see no boundaries, they Love EveryOne

Michael Casey

Well it’s 31st Jan 2022 and Tinnitus is killing me, lack of sleep etc, not to mention constant din, children are not as bad. Anyway, enough of that, you may be glad as I cannot do as much writing, just Bullet Point stuff instead. But as you all know 2,000,000 words, 20 books, 2000 stories, 3600 pieces all told, are to be found on my WordPress and Blogger, just Google Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham.

That paragraph was for any stragglers to my sites, spammer beware too, I don’t want you. So, what am I going to bore you with today? Well I have loaded up a load of Russian Translations to keep the armies at bay, just stay away. A bit of Peace is all I want. I still play the Peace album from 20 years ago constantly, the Eurythmics. I don’t like the modern version they did. My album collection is now on my devices so I can play it everywhere, but 20 years ago was when I stopped regular Music buying, marriage and poverty puts an end to all that. What else, as it is Chinese New Year, the Tiger, I’ve loaded up Chinese Simplified Translations. So, when you are down the takeaway tell them where to look to see my stuff, though they may think you are crackers. I need to eat now, so you have some egg fried rice while I have some salmon and rice, healthy eating, though at 127kilos I do need to lose a lot.

Well did you enjoy your food? Mine was fine, though I need to slap on the pain killer now, so wait there while I do that, then I’ll continue. It’s 3rd Feb now and I’m continuing this. So every day I look at the newspapers, 3 of them, then I look to see who’s been reading me, then I check my email to see what rubbish has been sent to me. Supermarket wins are tops at the moment, though some I’d never go to, one of the family just got food poisoning from a supermarket sandwich. And I never thrust any of them. Always hover, always check sender IP, then delete unread. Any competition will just hack your card.

So when I’m on my sites I can see country and piece of writing read, sometimes I can match them up, other times I can guess. So why do Iran, Jordan, UAE read me, not forgetting Pakistan too, that’s just today. I don’t know, perhaps they are practicing their English so they can all speak in a Posh Birmingham accent. The full-on Birmingham or Brummie accent you would not understand. I speak the way I do because I had an Irish mum with a Kerry accent, and dad after decades in steel works with lots of Welsh guys, didn’t have any accent I could hear. Added to that I spent 20 years, yes 20 years listening to BBC Radio 4, before Reginal accents drifted in. That’s why my Esol English students liked my clear accent.

As I check my reading figures across my 4 sites, 2 main, and 2 backups, I see what you have all been reading. Some I’ll remember by the title, some I cannot, so I’ll click and read for myself. A photo album of words so to speak. And as I talk to you the pain descends again. So, I’ll move about and come back to you, with JMJarre playing his Revolutions. Well I had chicken soup and seeded bread, and yes the seeds always come out the other end like those famous coffee beans. I also spoke to my GP, for blood results, GFR 27 now, got more painkillers too. My body needs a different gel, as the other not strong enough anymore.

Beatles singing She’s Leaving Home, very touching. I wrote Lech, Boris and Gregorgi Check it Out when my big daughter went off to University, worth a read. They are Polish/Ukrainian/Russian first cousins who have adventures. I’ve written ten stories or so with them in. True Eastern Europe values, Love, Food, Family when this nonsense finishes maybe somebody will make Cartoons or films with them in. Look online for the stories.

So, I look at what you have all been reading then the memories and sometimes tears fall. Normally I write, do a quick proof read, then Post and add to current book I’m creating. Then read again. So, it can be 3 reads and I’m done, until I spot whatever you people, you people, can mean anybody anywhere, so don’t go Woke on me. If you go Woke then I’ll hit the back of your bare legs with a wet lettuce. Google Larry Grayson for more details.

As for inspiration, you’ve seen the old house, I just looked out the window and away I go. The window here is bigger, but the inspiration is less. 2,000,000 words now after all. I could rattle off stories but I do need that speed typist, as with Tinnitus it’s like the tide is coming in fast, so not enough time to write write so to speak. I am no Canute, but some of you may be thinking otherwise. So, don’t get your feet wet or those pretend leather shoes will get wet. Normally one hour is all I need to write a new piece. Then 30 mins for posting and backups, which is the boring bit. But SECURITY is everything.

Back to Stumbling, Mark Harris said I was a good stumbler, I just told him he was a Canute, as Barry will no doubt remember. But words arrive with stories attached, and I just nudge them a bit, I’m a story nudger, though Mark if he sees this may call me something else. A metaphor is always funnier, and you can reach a wider audience by not being Profane. PG to 12 is the audience level for all my writing, though not as useful as PG Tips tea, but I hope I don’t make a monkey out of any of you. You all hate my writing equally. The people I mention, or myself are just Fools, who should be laughed at, and left locked out in the cold, while you have a mug of PG Tips. Then when the teapot is cold you allow me to have the dregs, with only the gingernuts left which nobody likes, except the ginger haired girl, who happens to be a speed typist. So, as we drink the cold tea, and eat stale ginger nuts, she sets the page on fire as I dictate to her. Where did that random Kpop girl come from

And maybe that’ll be the next story.

Any News ©

Michael Casey

Well I’ve just had a pain attack, which is like the pack from a rugby team landing on you, my left shoulder as ever. Pain killers are not good enough, so let’s see what my doctors can find when I return to the pain clinic. I missed the original appointment as my Tinnitus was nuclear, it’s pretty loud as I talk to you right now, but I haven’t written a Story Story for a while so let’s see what I can muster, I might even stop and resume another day.

So, Ukraine is in the news and Putin smiles like a naughty school boy, he’s gone back to a side table like a café now, Table Wars are over. Like I said before he’s more than welcome to visit us in Birmingham, I was told I look Russian with my leather jacket on. As Churchill said too, Jaw Jaw is better than War War. I predict Putin will be gone by Christmas, nobody has told me anything. Maybe he’ll be a pianist in an Abba tribute band, with Trump and the Pope, and Theresa May as the lead singer. I did write about it before, I’m setting up a band I think I called it. Donald wears a Kilt and nothing beneath, and as he struts his stuff, we see his assets or is it mushrooms, I cannot say as I’ve signed a none disclosure agreement.

So, Any News is what I’m asked when I talk to the family, did you hear who died, never I thought she was dead anyway. No not her, but the other one with the bad hair do. Oh her, yes her the whoer , which is how Irish people pronounce whore. Did you see the 15 motor bikes outside her door, the house reeked of dope, you had to wash your clothes even if you just walked by. Her pussy lost its miaow, and it was the RSPCA who finally closed her down, cruelty to animals, a spaced out cat. So, a RSPCA inspector finally chased the bikers away, and they said he was rabid, or his name was Rashid. He put paid to bad pussy treatment. Passive smoking for cats can kill them, and caused mental illness in people. Imagine the poor cat thinking it’d lost a life or two, as its eyes were bigger that dustbin lids. Leave your cat out if you smoke dope you stupid animals, you are behaving inhuman to pussies.

Then what else, Mr This or was it Mr That, he is in hospital, what happened to him. They say he fell over in the road, outside Saint Jude’s, you mean he was at Mass and then fell over in the road. No, he was outside Saint Jude’s social club and somebody waved goodnight to him and he lost his footing, as he waved back to them, as he said Good Night John, three times. Do you remember him, he always said it 3 times when he waved our old dad bye years ago when we were kids. But he must be 90 something now. 92 my friend Jean the nurse told me. I’ve been to see him and brought him grapes. 3 Generations of people are queueing to see him, the Drs even know him from when they were kids. Consultants are all checking up on him, as if he is royalty, the security crew are there too, everybody but everybody knows him. The Priest even came to say Mass in the ward for him. But he’s a nobody like us, that’s true, but they say he always prayed for Everybody, and Saint Jude is a personal friend of his, so he’s being treated like royalty.

Did you know the Coop is closing down, but they are so nice in there, really really nice, and the security guy Paul too is a gentleman. So, you’ve been to get the closing down bargains? Of course, cannot resist a bargain, but it’s a pity they are closing. I wish it it stayed open. But the Lidl and Tesco and Asda and Sainsbury are so close and bigger and parking too. So, Coop will close, so you’ll hurry to get a bargain or two. I remember one of the staff giving a beggar a cuppa in the winter, and I gave him chocolate. Now her kindness will be forgotten, as you grab the last bargains, and Coop closes its doors forever more.

Did you see that film on tv, Rocky Horror is 47 years old, from 1975. Christopher Biggins was in it. But did you know the stage show is still running, and maybe back in the 1990s my play Shoplife was not finally produced as they did Rocky Horror instead. Or is that just my bad Googling, I’ll never know. But it’s a good bit of conjecture, whatever conjecture means, sounds obscene. Oh, talking of obscene My small daughter saw a naked man in the house opposite, he’d left his landing light on and his curtains were open. She came down screaming from her bedroom. The man is nearly ninety I believe, too much sex education.

And on we go, talking to each other, or whatsapping one another. The best thing from Lockdown is seeing each other face to face and not just on the phone, as that would be horrible. Though some of my family insist I’m better on the phone, instead of on camera. I’ll go and sulk now, but at least I’ve written something new. A new story story. So, all of you all over the world that read my rubbish, be good, as ET said, and I can remember Alan Watson saying he cried when he saw the film ET all those years ago. I haven’t seen him or his horse in 30 years, he’s probably big in IT now. So this is a hobbled Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham saying, Be Good Everybody, and Vladimir get practicing for your Future in an Abba Tribute band. Rejoice Rejoice Emmanuel.

How Fakers Write to You (c)

By Michael Casey

With Due Respect

as he beats his lover with a stick

From the Desk Of

he is the cleaner stealing the PC to spam you

From Dr XYZ

he’s in the waiting room waiting for his STD test

Email me on this 2nd email

his mother will spank him if she catches him

Bokino Fazo

every email from there is PANTS

I am dying of Cancer, see a photo of me in bed

They are lying in a swimming pool spamming you

I am a female and enjoy swimming

NO, they are a man with a hairy chest

$344,999,000 to share just send me your Bank Details

Scam, Scam and Scam again

You are a special winner

100 emails on the email forwarded to you

To you, INSERT EMAIL,

they are copying from a Black Board, probably in Bokino Fazo

And On it goes

I found your email address on a directory

You are Totally EX-Directory

I can get you to Top of Google for a Fee

You are in 100 countries already

ANd SO ON And So ON

If you hover the real Email appears

And if it does not

Just DELETE UNREAD

FWD email

Just delete IT

If they don’t say

I read your piece on Farting your website

And it was Gas, how are you so funny

If they don’t write 3 sentences on how they found you

Then just DELETE them

DELETE

If there is a real person out there then

THEY WILL WRITE IN ENGLISH

Otherwise it is mass produced SPAMMING

They will bother to read the Bio

And then they will bother to say something

One line, is a scam

Two lines are still a scam

Three and more, mean they have at least done their homework

TRUST nobody

Why should they write to you anyway

Also if like me you are in England

Why are USA ads targeting you

Spam, spam spam and spam again

Or should I say THIEVES and LiARS

So everybody beware

And if you are one of my readers and really want to talk

Who/WHAT/Where/When/Why just for starters

if you could not be bothered THEN

you are just a faker, a con artist, a liar

I get 100 a day, which I delete unread

I also get pain every day, and Tinnitus in my head

So I don’t suffer fools

Real people I’ll give all my time to

But you there With Due Respect Dr ZXT dying of cancer in a hospital

bed, with picture attached, wanting to donate millions to me

to build a children’s home, as you have no living relatives left

you are just a Faker

Who’ll burn in Hell very soon

We all went to school, and you obviously did not

Michael Casey

Well, it’s 28th March 2022 now, I’m musing what to write about today, Putin’s Evil dominates. Like a spoilt child he plays the victim when in fact he has always been the bully, though as he has Media Monopoly his own people may not see the lies. Look to the Fridge not the TV is the answer, as they say in Moscow. Russia did defeat the Evil that was Hitler, but then for 80 years they held their own people back. Billionaires stealing all of Russia’s treasure, corrupt elections with ballot stuffing caught on video. So, Putin can play the innocent, sending perfume to Salisbury, you do know how tall the spire is? All this makes everybody sick. Now Ukraine is trashed, 40,000,000 souls Russia lost to Hitler, and yes, the West never did appreciate it, but now Putin is trying to kill 40,000,000 Ukrainians, Poetic Evil Irony. Ukraine may be totally trashed, but a Country is its People, just as a Church is a People not the building they are in. Will Sanity prevail and Putin be carried out, look to Fatima for the answer maybe.

I think the Future should be Russia disarming, billions will be needed to reconstruct Ukraine, and Russia will have to pay for it, Free Gas for 100 years maybe. So, what will be left in Russia. The Brain Drain has already started, 100,000 already gone. Is Lenin still on display like a Holy Icon, when Faith was banned for decades, till Political Expediency allowed it back. I’d bury Lenin and really Bring Faith Back, not lip service to hoodwink the truly Faithful. We are not Christians if we make war, as Pope Francis said, the Russian Pontiff too should be allowed to state the same. Faith is never an instrument of any state. And if it is, then it is not truly Faith but a corruption. Look back at History.

Open for all to see is true Democracy, term limits, not just shuffling the pack. Pay Politicians well, but they should be in a fish tank, nothing off the books. Yes, corruption is endemic is some countries, but once Putin’s war is over, Russia needs to start again. It will have to, as the West won’t let them off the hook this time. What does Russia want as its Future, a Disney Land theme park offering. I’d suggest get rid of all the Nukes, what use are they, just making Russia poor, you never needed them anyway. Militarism is just stupidity, Russia is too big to be invaded.

Or does Putin think he can nuke his Future away. There is no Future for anybody, for mankind itself if nukes are used. And if Power stations are destroyed all the earth can be poisoned too. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. The wind spreads nuclear radiation, does Putin want to hide in his bunker for 20 years, living a half-life, as the half-life of radiation goes down.

All what’s happening in Ukraine makes the entire world cry, as the world stands on the side-lines and 40,000,000 Ukrainians begin to die. 9th May is one date I’ve read when Putin will declare victory. As that’s the anniversary when Hitler was beat after killing 40,000,000 Russians. Then 13th May is the anniversary of Fatima in 1917 when Russian Evil was foretold. So, Putin casts a dark shadow over History. And maybe it is only Fatima’s Light and Prayer that’ll end the dark period of History. Pray, Hope and Don’t Worry.

Without Love (c)

By Michael Casey

Without Love

Without Hope

Without Family

Without Faith

We are Nothing

These are the things that bind us

A devil can bomb us, can burn us, can destroy our homes

But the devil is without, is without love, family, faith

So this devil is NOTHING

This devil will still be nothing even if he kills us

For Nothing is still Nothing, no matter how much gold he steals

This devil may even preach that it is great to die in a nuclear flash

To be nothing just like him

A devil and his unseeing, deaf to the world ignorant followers

But in the dawn of a new age, they will say

Why did we do nothing

Why did we listen to the Devil himself

Why did we believe his lies

Why did we not do anything to stop or remove him

Why did we walk on the other side of the road

Why did we believe all the lies

Why did we not remove the scales from our eyes

For 30 pieces of silver, for something glittering

Now we have lost everything

Why did we forsake God

Why did we worship a corrupt man, a liar and a thief

Why did we follow Putin into a nuclear flash

Destroying Everything, now even the birds won’t sing

But we can always Pray and Hope and try not to Worry

1945 is in the past, 2022 is here

We must look to the Future and NOT the Past

The Future is a Rose Garden for ALL

Not killing our Brothers

2022 is the turning point

Turn away from the devil

and look into the Light

Of Faith, Hope and Love

Never fight your brother

In Jail(c) by Michael Casey

In Jail(c)

By Michael Casey

In Jail

is when you are not free

but a cage can be made of many things

bars do not make a cage

when you close your eyes you can be anywhere

anywhere you imagination can take you

you can dream of the perfect man in bed beside you

or the perfect woman

they may even be the ones your married

or the ones you live with

or it may even be Bella Emberg

you can google her, you will smile

but the most important thing

are the eyes, and the space between

her ears, her brain, her love, her laughter

I was always accused of marrying for looks

But I never did, nobody believed me

But a fact is a fact, even if nobody believes

Trump should realize that too

Which brings us back to Trump

He should be in Jail

But GOP has lost its morality

So Trump could even be President again

Joe has to stop being so woke

and get stuff on the statue books

Or the Plague will return

But back to jails

So long as you have an IMAGINATION

then you are always free

look at me, yes marry me for my looks

well what you see of me in your imagination

Nelson Mandela keeps his spirits b reading in jail

And then he was so Forgiving

Unlike Corrupt folks there and all over the world

Just pay Politicians well, and make them live

in a Glass Cage, then maybe no corruption

though south facing side of the glass would be worth something

Our Bodies can be our cage too, no matter what our age

People just want me for my looks and firm backside

Ladies are so jealous of me, or maybe I’m imagining it

John Lennon was our lodger you know, he worked in GKN

down the road, just imagine it, You Got the Beatle as

Mrs Moylan said, her son is a Peer now you know

hello Danny if you are reading this, I even chased him

up the road throwing snowballs at him, and his mum was thinking

of buying a trunk before he went to South Africa, diplomat and all

that

We had 3 Oxford and a Cambridge come from our street, as well

as 2 PhDs from the neighbours, and then there was me

So I won’t listen to any nonsense about being from a Poor Background

We all went to Mass at Saint Patrick’s Dudley Rd too

Stopped for a coffee, now I’m back with you

A hot coffee does make a difference, but what is more important

Hot Love, no not the bedroom sort, though that’s always good

But having parents, friends, family who love and encourage you

even if all they do is supply hot drinks when you need them

The only Jail is the one you allow to be built around you

Somebody who thinks he is the master of the Universe is actually in jail

Because he has no imagination, so there are limits to him

But you, maybe locked up in a PRISON CELL BY PUTIN

You are free totally free, and you can accomplish ANYTHING

Everything else will pass and wither and die

So Stay Happy Always

Your Time will Come

Michael Casey

the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England

Saturday, 7 May 2022

Two Babushkas in a Moscow Bar 9th May 2022 remembering 1945

Two Russians Babushkas in a Moscow Bar 9th May 2022 remembering 1945

We beat the Nazis, they had killed 40,000,000 Souls all told

so the Historians say today, the Nazis kept an account of everything

But we were the winners

Now look at us now

We are the Sinners, but whisper it or we will be in jail

Look at the Fridge not the TV

What has Germany done since then

The biggest economy in Europe, 5th in the world

But look at us, too much corruption

Where did all the money go

Even stolen from the space program

So one of our rockets is missing

And as for the army cheap tires, that don’t work in mud

And all our kit is crap, my grandson is a mechanic

What about Japan, all that technology

And a great big economy

And what about us

Even more corruption

Putin’s boat is stuck in Italy worth $500,000,000

How many hospitals could be built in Russia for that

Korea had its all war, and look at them

So rich, and great TV shows too

Look at us, I’m wearing 10 years old clothes

And our TV is hopeless

Too many pundits with homes in Italy and France

Good money tell Putin’s lies, I should try and be a Pundit myself

Look at India, everybody everywhere is better off that us

If we have so much Gas, why is my apartment so cold

Why didn’t Putin insulate everything

Why no new schools and hospitals

I hear we have better ones than Ukraine

Because Putin has bombed and destroyed all of theirs

If he stayed home and shared all our Gas money qually

Instead of all the Palaces, and boats and girlfriends in Switzerland

As well as the Billionaires from nowhere

Maybe some Communists are more Equal than others

But he is great at killing out brothers the Ukrainians

10/10 for that, do you think he’ll put it on his CV

Even Britain with that fat blond clown, is doing better than us

And how was he elected, it must be Democracy, whatever that is

And China under Xi, everybody is making a ton of money

So wherever you look all over the world

Why is Everybody so much better off than us

We are good at parades, just like North Korea

I suppose we are

But at the end of the day, what good is War

Nothing

I won’t see you anymore

Why are you emigrating to USA

No, I shopped you to the FSB, for a bag of shopping

– May 07, 2022

We are more than numbers (c)

By Michael Casey

We are more than numbers

20 yesterday, 14 today on WordPress, the Countries reading me

And here on this Blogger and 15 today

Countries that is

So I hope you are all Praying Too

For Putin’s Insane war to end

Nuclear ending, would poison the world

Too horrible to even think about

If Russians could see and smell the horrors

committed in their name

They would storm the stage tomorrow

and remove Putin

The Nazi’s used a sacred symbol in reverse as theirs

Now Putin is using Z as a symbol

Z means death Forever now

Easter has just passed

We should be celebrating Hope

If ever you read past the simplicity of my writing

THINK

There is Hope in what I write, see the ending

of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

and it is Hope, to the very last word

It’s been downloaded in multiple languages

30+ of them, only last night

Somebody getting a free read, maybe

Am I sharing Hope

You are the Judges, so go read a book

While you are in Jail, refuse to be in Putin’s vile Army

Will he shoot all his own people

or maybe Poison them, like that Unnamed Person

in Jail, who exposed Putin’s corruption

There is always Hope

Now is the darkest Hour

Just before dawn, at our weakest point

And I’ve had many, especially with my Tinnitus

keeping me awake

Do something useful with your life

I once stood by the fridge in despair

looking at a photo of my dead mother

years ago, this year she is dead 26

But I made my 3 wishes

A wife, a family maybe,

and to do something useful with my life

So what is the 3rd thing to appear, as Dawn breaks

I’d build Hospitals

I have no money, or skills, and I’m a battered man

My nephew is training to be a Doctor by the way

The last thing my mother did was hold him in her arms

Then she was on her way to make tea in Heaven

So all I can say to all of you all over the world

Miracles do happen

8 bare weeks after my mum died, my dad had a massive heart attack

And was given a week to live, it’s all in Padre Pio and Me

and by the way when I was in hospital prior to my Quadruple Heart bypass

I was in the space where my dad had been

Following in great footsteps maybe

He was a Kerryman, a Blacksmith and sweated for 40 years in

The District Iron and Steel Brasshouse Lane Smethwick

Nobody has heard of him, apart from all of you

In 100 countries

I am just one person, though I weigh as much as two, women that is

But each of us, can make a mark on History

So encourage Peace, Peace and More Peace

and pray for it

In whatever way you pray

War leads to destruction

Peace brings Prosperity for all

Via Reconstruction

And the foundation is alway, family, friends, faith

and maybe Football, Cricket, Hockey

Then the world can get back to having a May Ball

as May is the Month of Mary, after all

How do you write a story (C) By Michael Casey

Posted bymichaelgcasey 10/05/2022Posted inUncategorized EditHow do you write a story (C) By Michael Casey

How do you write a Story(c)

By Michael Casey

Well first of all I cannot teach you, because I don’t think it can be taught, so what I’ll do is tell you what I do. I hope that’s enough? And if it’s not, tough. First of all Tinnitus is a curse, and it’s screaming in my head as I try and talk to you. It’s 9.30pm on 10th May 2022, for any of you who like dates. And if you take me on a date, be nice to me, and make sure I get home safely, or book a nice hotel if you are seducing me.

Now first of all did you spot the rhymns? What I’ll do followed by tell you, for example. Then enough rhymned with tough. It’s very simple stuff, have I explained enough. Moon and June in songs, bad songs are worse, you just wish there was no second verse. See worst matched with verse. I may be wrong, but I’m explaining via a song, for Wong our Chinese cousin. Shanghai family and all that, and I did just actually let out the cat. Totoro is her name, she climbs the high ground on the fence, and view the land, so she cat attack, as she’s an alley cat.

I hope you’ve had enough of all this, wait a sec while I have a pee, I’ve been drinking too much tea, actually it was Pepsi and I do have Ckd actually. If ever you meet somebody who writes like this, excuse yourself and have a pee, and don’t come back, not even for your flasher mac.

Now I did LISTEN to BBC Radio 4, like the internal BBC World Service for 20 years, constantly. Then I started writing, so that’s over 50 years in LOVE with words. I did of course read by the yard, everything in the bookcase my desk in Primary School, History mainly. Then loads more too. If you want to give your kid an advantage glue the dial to the BBC radio, not music, just Quality Speech Radio. Don’t them have a phone till secondary school, and switch off Wifi as needed. Give them pencils and crayons and let them learn to draw too. All this will help this their brains expand, without the use of harmful chemicals. I mention this as I spotted a kid in the street sniffing laughing gas as he walked past my house. STUPID. I’ll mention another thing 20, years ago at the hotel, one of the staff was given E on a night out, the next day I had to call an ambulance for them as I was the First Aid guy on duty that day. Substances are killers, they ruin your imagination.

So, how do I write a story, simple, I make it up as I go along. If you have read a lot, and listened for 20 years to radio plays and stuff, you should have something in your head, not forgetting lots of films on tv, maybe 5 a week, nowadays maybe more, though Korean and other foreign films, or Lord of the Rings yet again on tv. The writer was a Birmingham man, I bet some of you don’t know that. For The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker maybe a tiny bit of planning, but otherwise I let it roll till I finished on Leap Year Day 1988. Then I wrote a few plays and stuff, before deciding to do History and Shakespeare at the Open University, 3rd Level which is equal to 3rd year University. I was also working full times including night shifts in my Computer Room. After all that constant work and study for 2 years, like F1 and F2 like hospital doctors, my nephew is at Med school, that’s why I slipped in that comparison. 80 hours a week for 2 years, I decided to rest. Hence no more full length books but Short Stories.

However I do have enough ideas now for the sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker , Tears for a Butcher, that would take a year of my life at least, if I had the energy. So that’s why I repeat myself and say I need a Korean speed typist, so I could dictate to her, and for a reward we’d have four kids and form a Kpop band. Or is that just a bucket list wish, or are you all being sick in a bucket at the very thought of it. I’ll have you. know 20 years ago, one of the girls at the hotel said that another girl wanted to breed with me, because my daughters were and still are so pretty. Or is that the sound of you all being sick in the bucket.

So you start a sentence, and that leads to another, and you just continue, if you can see something out the window it may be included subconsciously, like a fat silver haired man in shades walking by, or is that my own reflection. As you write you reflect on things, and you distort things like mirrors at an amusement park. I’ve just remembered when I was 1st in Shanghai before I had kids, there was a mirror there that we looked in, but nothing could make me thinner, maybe that was at the zoo where they have real pandas. See a memory from long ago just bubbled up and hit the page, it’s as simple as that really. I seem to remember everything, if I could do that for work related things then I would have made a better career path. Instead Korean Kdramas are the best part of my life, in between chronic pain and Ckd but at least I do have a great Pirate scar in my chest to bore you all about. So that’s it for tonight, its 10.25, have you had your money’s worth, just give writing a try, it’s kept me happy for 35 years now. Though I’d say it took a full year to teach myself, after the 20 years or Radio +.

That’s all, and don’t forget to pray the Rosary for Peace in Ukraine, Putin is insane, can Russians find their Courage and give him the Elbow, or Elba like Napoleon.

Friday, 20 May 2022

As you lie Dying Mr Putin, what will you be thinking?

Posted bymichaelgcasey 20/05/2022Posted inUncategorized EditAs you lie Dying Mr Putin, what will you be thinking?

I’m sorry I didn’t build more Hospitals

I’m sorry we didn’t share the Wealth Equally

I’m sorry we didn’t have friends over for tea more often

I’m sorry all the People aren’t treated Equally

I’m sorry for Cheating and using Chemicals

I’m sorry for wasting Talent on Monstrosities

When I should have been restories Monastries

I’m sorry for Corruption and Building Palaces

I’m sorry for Stealing Everything

I’m sorry for boasting and claiming Credit for Everything

I’m sorry for Crossing on the Other side of the Road

I’m sorry for even Corrupting Holy Men

For a share of 30 pieces of Gold

It could have been much different

If Damascus was like saint Paul for me

But instead it was more insanity

Destroy Destroy Destroy the only prayer I said

Instead of seeing Jesus on a Cross

Instead of seeing Jesus in the beggar in the street

Instead of washing the feet of the sick and the infirm

What did I do with my Life

I Destroyed Destroyed Destroyed

Christ calls all of US to be builders

To help, encourage and share

This is what a family is

Why oh Why Mr Putin

Did you follow the wrong path from Damascus

Did you not see Saint Paul standing there

Now as you hang like a Thief of the Cross

Will you repent as your last breath

Or will you die Unrepentant

with only Hitler for company as you burn in Hell

– May 20, 2022

Каждые 12 лет

Every 12 Years (c)

By Michael Casey

I remember 2nd Year Latin with Mr Proctor, we read something and he said THINK, and I went Horrible, then we all realised . Why did war stop then restart 12 years later.

The tribes of Greeks or Romans had to wait for the children to grow up, then there would be a fresh crop to fight and DIE.

Pyrrhic victory was covered too, go Google, it means you won, but at such great cost, that you really lost.

The Battle of Bunker Hill is frequently cited as a classic example of a Pyrrhic victory for the British. The British won that early skirmish with American revolutionaries, largely because the rebels eventually ran out of ammunition and were forced to retreat.

Pyrrhic Victory Definition – Investopedia

Today we have Putin’s insane attack on Ukraine. Russia is shouting all things, and threatening even more. There is no Victory. Russia will lose even if Putin thinks he wins

There will be a new world order. The Money cost to the West may be HUGH, but it is Ukrainian blood that runs red all over the map. So don’t complain about the rise in prices would you rather see your mum lay dead in the street, her brains splattered everywhere. Or your sisters tortured and more.

The Price of bread will go up, and millions of the Poor could die as the grain cannot leave Ukraine to feed them

All the time we get Putin’s lies, God judges by your actions, each and every one is weighed. So tell me on a Sunday or any other Holy Day, what in God’s Name is right about all the WAR, so special you call it an Operation.

Killing for Corruption’s sake, to place your puppet on a throne, is just abuse, and Putin is abusing himself the most. So he’d been stuck at home during lockdown and spent his cancer care time looking at all maps, and dreaming of being a Czar again. Did he never look from Space and see that we are all one family. The Human Race.

Maps change and peoples move. Look at my own family, from County Kerry to Birmingham, now I have half Shanghai daughters. People mix and mingle, and Maps change. But what about Russia since 1917 and since 1945 especially. What has Putin and his kind done for the Ordinary People. Has he built a nation to be proud of. Hospitals and Schools, and Housing to improve the Lives of the Russian people. Or has all of it been wasted, to create a Prison for Russians and every place their Army visits. Corruption so vast that even the tyres could not cope in the mud. And the space rocket was not made, because the money went into somebody’s pocket. Russians can I ask you a Question, are you still Serfs, or a Proud Nation?

Putin is killing you, just as 50,000 of your boys are dead, because of Putin’s naked ambition. The Ukraine is destroyed just to Please Putin’s blind ambition, And all for what? A few lines on a map, called stupidity and Puerile Putin ambition?

Russia can be Good again, but first you have to pay the Price, and that Price is Removing Putin, or are all of you bought and sold like cattle at a market? The Bill, Putin’s bill will be have to be paid too, $1,000,000,000,000 maybe, free gas for a lifetime. And atonement for your sins, as you try and fail to exterminate a nation. Ukraine is your cousin, your very brother so why is Putin killing his brother, just because he can?

The madness of war and tyranny. In the end the blood must stop staining the streets. Russia will be beat, the only question is, how many lives will be lost before it STOPS.

It’s up to Russians to stop Putin, open your eyes. Special Military Operation. What if it were happening in your town, your street, your square, instead of remotely over there. If it’s far away and if the army is just conscripts, do you care about your own flesh and blood. 50,000 Russians, dead already. You can go to church on Sunday, and pray, and close your eyes and hope it all goes away, Because you got your pretty church back, so your can turn your back on Ukrainians cos their lives don’t count. Cos Jesus is a Russian and carries a Kalashnikov . If you believe that then your soul is lost already. But right now at this very second you have a chance to change and get back your soul again. Mother Russia get back your soul again, and don’t turn into USSR 2.0 again.

Saturday, 25 June 2022

as I say to my kids I’ll be dead soon

the howling in my head/ear

the pains galore

and wanting to be sick

another day in paradise

I wish i were joking

but this is my life these past few years

STOP

don’t send me rubbish get rich emails

like the Clint Eastwood film where the 80 something

guy was a courier

it was a good film

but please I’m sick of rubbish emails from afar in multiple languages

just don’t even start

Today is a horrible pain and howling wind day

so don’t even come

Stay away already

As for the rest of you, do come up the garden path with me

and maybe I’ll write a full story,

a XRT (c) by Michael Casey

that’s how you identify stories

this is just a chat that won’t turn up in book 21 as I write and compile it

Maybe I’ll win the lottery as maybe 10 more years of education at Universities

for my two young ladies, so that’d be nice so I can help out

I only spend money on food now anyway

and don’t all say, it must be loads as Casey is FAT

I’m listening to Lionel Richie now

even he is saying I’m Easy

I’m queezy more like it

So long as I don’t puke all over the cat sat on the mat

But the floor is clear in here now, as all the studying is done

My new Kdrama is great so I have that Alchemy to enjoy

If only the pains would go away

They are more frequent recently

Lionel is calling me a lady now, maybe I should take this frock off

the scars on my legs look like seams from silk stocking

and my 3 breasts as I sit here in the window trying to acost passers-by

is quite a sight, I have French, Geography and Sociology A Level folders to give away

all for free but maybe I’ll attract attention myself

My Endless Love, Lionel is telling me to give it all away

and the girl is singing too

I am the Man with the Child in his eyes

And Kate did come up the hill from the chip shop

to give me a battering of fish

So maybe I’ll have my chips after all

Let my tears be my words, let there be Peace, Everywhere

Collect my Tears in a Thimble (c)

by Michael Casey

Collect my tears in a thimble

Collect my tears in a bucket

Collect my tears in a bath

Collect my tears in a pool

Collect my tears in a sea

Collect my tears in an ocean

Collect my tears till they are higher than a mountain

Collect my tears till they reach to the sky

Collect my tears till they touch the moon

Collect my tears till they reach to the stars

And Then

Mother Mary answer me

Pray the Rosary

Then all the tears will come crashing down from Heaven

And wipe the stain of Putin’s War from the Face of History

The Map will change Forever

Putin’s Evil will be washed away

And Russia will be rendered harmless

Russia will disarm permanently

The Stain, The Horror, all the Lies

Will be cleansed by Holy Water

That came crashing down from from the Heavens

to Wash the Kremlin away forever

So Pray the Rosary

In the End the Victory is Certain

By Pray that it comes Today

So many Lives Lost and for what

One man’s Vanity

Humility is the Way

After all Jesus died on a cross

Love thy Neighbour

Was all he had to say

If I could touch you with just one word

Posted bymichaelgcasey 17/07/2022Posted inUncategorized EditIf I could touch you with just one word

If I could touch you with just one word

If I could get Russia to LISTEN

Nobody believes all the Lies even in your own Country

Time and Tide moves on

It does not stop for anyone

We refine ourselves

We grow old and change

Just as we change our clothing

and wash ourselves then refreshed we start again

So why has Russia stopped in 1945

Why have all the People all over Russia

Still being treated like sheep

And even today being led to slaughter in Ukraine

Why Why Why

Our kids grow up and leave home

But if Russia is the dad, you are still ordered about

There is no Freedom

All he decades of Militarism and for what

So the Generals can skim off money for their Dachas

While the conscripts are no more than slaves

Now a dictator who is no “Leader” smiles like a cheeky schoolboy

As he lies and lies and lies

And is totally ignorant of History, he just wants a Land Grab

So If I could say just one word it would be STOP

Then CHANGE would be another word

LOSE your SOUL would be two others

If he read all my Rubbish, my 2,000,000 Words

What would he learn

One word Laughter

A second word Love

A third word Ordinary people

So why does he never respect any word

Love would be a good one

Love thy Neighbour were words spoken by Somebody

Far greater than Me or even him

So why does Putin Never Listen

What do I have to do

Shout till his ears bleed

Or till the Walls of the Kremlin come Falling Down

In the Beginning Was the Word

and PEACE

is the most beautiful word of All

Can you hear me Putin, let Russians be FREE again

STOP TURN BACK the Tide of History

And Surrender to the Words of God

Amen

Michael Casey

Before I begin I go to the bathroom to let out some hot air

Though some will say it’s always there

Either my CkD embarrassing me or a comment on my writing

But people can be cruel and do not care, either way

I fell in love with words 55 years ago maybe

Robin Day was on the tv, a Political interviewer

Though any News Junkies will know him already

He was a trained Barrister, no he did not make coffee

Just mincemeat of Politicians

And Politician is not Cream to go with Coffee

Like I said he was a Barrister not barista

Me and my dad used to watch him

So, if you hear good language,

Here Today Gone Tomorrow Politician

It may tie you in knots, or make you laugh

As it made me dad and me, and then

My dad would curse at the tv, using all the letters

Of cursing, no Wokery back then,

the word had not been invented

and should not have been

Far better if you had not been heard, absurd word

So, I grew up with an educated dad, left school at 14

To become a Blacksmith, which makes me a SOB

Son of a Blacksmith

Dad was very bright, but on the 1930s in Ireland

Everybody went to work, but it does not mean

He or anybody else was thick

Intelligence is Speed of Thought

I’ll explain it for the half-wits out there

So, if you follow BBC news you have an

encyclopaedia in front of you, just engage your brain

Then if in my case you have BBC Radio4 constantly

You hear clever people talking, in posh voices back then

Add Latin, English, English Lit, French, Spanish then

Words are everywhere

If you read a lot too, then Words do become your plaything

If your days off are in the middle of the week too

Radio fills the void, and even if you are half stupid

You will learn a lot, it’s osmosis so to speak

Then if you have clever kids with you at school

4 of my cohort, which is a new word used a lot on tv lately

Year Group, Age Group might be more understandable to some

4 of them are Doctors or PhDs, I’m just the toilet cleaner

Though as I said earlier, doesn’t make me stupid

Your Job does not always mark you, as far as brains go

Although Brains was a brand of faggot years ago

You can make your own joke up there

Though Fags was the name for 1st years in 1970

In my old grammar school, but I’m from a different age

On the cusp of one age to another

Pause for Pain Killer

And no that wasn’t a rubbish rhyme

20 mins just gone for paracetamol and slap on gel

This is my life for years now

Pain

Though all of you reading me, might say

Yes, we suffer, we are the readers

CRUEL

Anyway, lots of Wordplay, like Foreplay but not

As much fun, on Radio Shows on the BBC

If you grow up listening to it you’ll learn a lot

Glue the dial to BBC Radio4 if you want clever kids

Though Wokery did show its head, beneath the bedclothes

Samantha, an imaginary radio girl, was banned or spoke

About because Woke People have no Imagination

Trigger warnings on books at University too

This is madness, Words are Fun, they have Meaning

Nuances and Shades and Tones, almost musical

But they are being banned by idiots

By the way too Slaves have existed for 10,000 years maybe

So yes, take note of it, but don’t whitewash History in every

Meaning of the Word. GROW UP

Now I’ll finish now as my head is about to explode with pain

And did you know my pharma knowledge big daughter told me

They don’t really know why Paracetamol works

And in my case sometimes it does not

As my Pain, My BASTARD is too much

And its whore of a sister Tinnitus is just a Tramp

Or should I post a Trigger warning on my words

For kids who are so Woke

They should just stay at home, wrapped in cotton wool

And take them out once a year like Christmas Decorations

Or Winterval as the Birmingham Council Morons

Once called Christmas

Celebrate everything, because Words are Fun

The Things I Love, The Things I Hate (c)

By Michael Casey

Well I was having a leak, then I had a thought

The kitchen tap was dripping, as was I

Then I thought I could write something new

So I pushed the cat away as she as following me

She’ll following anybody for the thought of food

Or she’ll just stay as she is, not unless you offer 80 quid

If you rustle food wrappers she’ll come

But otherwise, fat chance, this cat is staying on the mat

Though banknotes, the plastic sort, do sound like food wappers

But it has better be 80 quid, or she’ll stay where she is

We offered 20,40 then 60 but it was 80 I think

Before Totoro our cat stopped grooming

she was a litter of 4, but sadly the other 3 are no more

7 years old now, a reward for my quadruple heart bypass

I told my girls they could have a pet

A dog if I died or a cat for a heart attack

Then no sooner had the words been said

At Christmas 2014, I could have been no more

instead 13 Jan 2015 I had what turned out to be

my Quadruple

I’ve told you all this before

So me repeating myself, must be something you all hate

I do love to hear stories, and that made me close to my dad

In fact I was practically in the same bed as he , in 1996

But they had made space on the ward, so I was in the the one

next to where he had been

I love sunsets, and views

I used to look out the office windows

on Smallbrook Queensway, overlooking the Chinese Quarter

Little did I know in 78 that 20 years later, a piece of Shanghai

would come to me

I love puns and plays on words, maybe because I have learnt

So many languages, Latin, French, Spanish and English Literature

as well as Shakespeare at Open University, Level 3

in addition to decades of BBC Radio 4

Then teaching English as a 2nd Language to the Shanghai girl

Not Forgetting Esol English in an Islamic school

So my view on words can make me quite absurd

I’ll even put in a rubbish rhyme, like a school principal

who should know better, but no names mentioned

as I don’t want them to cry

I hate bad writers who bore me with their style

Harry Styles is the only style I like, I’m listening to him right now

He’s calling me a Woman, it must be my 3 breasts

Long Term Paracetamol gives you man boobs

and now a Hernia in between, no wonder Harry is Confused

But at least he can sing

I do enjoying ad libbing to songs I know

Adding a new line, in a different voice

while I wait for the kettle to boil

Though my neighbours next door tolerate me

It may be because of my 3 boobs

and my 3 cups hanging on the washing line

They can’t work out how to address me

Man or Woman, or IT, maybe Sam would cover it

Though Political Correct People, complained to BBC

about Sam’s treatment on a radio show,

Even though she was a non existent comic device

I hate left-overs too

I eat everything I put on the plate

No waste me

Though when you look at me you’ll say

LIAR, big tum like Winnie the Pooh

46 inch waist, to match my Beyonce backside

If she saw my tight firm bum, she’d cry

Cry me a River, almost, until

it winds past Timber on the Lake

I like him, I sing along to him too

PSY is a good, he reminds me of myself

If I had talent, and could move like him

But I am 120 kilos and he is not

I’m all Birmingham style, Wobbling

PSY is like a singing and dancing Benny Hill

I’ve worked out how to watch Utube on our family telly

So now I laugh along to PSY

When not watching K Drama

And Alchemy of the Souls

was very dramatic, I was amazing

Maybe she is not the girl for me,

all she can do is use a sword

I bet she cannot type

She’s having my Baby, Harry Styles sings

The Alchemy assassin would just kill me

so it won’t be her, who comes and types for me

I like running jokes too

Though, you may not understand the concept

Like British Humour, it’s not just Slap Stick

and Telegraphed for Americans

Clock strikes 6pm, News on TV maybe

I love News, and current affaires

But I detest rubbish, about how many affairs

X Y or Z has had, and splashes all over the Newspapers

What 2 people do, is up to them

It should never be all over the TV and Newspapers

Besides I don’t want a staple all over my 3 breasts

or enormous, Beyonce shaming backside

Podcasts are rubbish too

Whatever happened to Radio

I was a Royal, and I hated it

etc etc etc

Most people are worried about the Gas Bill

So self indulgent people, just make me want to puke

I hate Liars too

Trump, being the biggest one

But he’d be elected today

As USA is just too stupid for words

PAUSE

while USA readers revolt, or agree with me

I’d imagine if you are reading this

YOU agree with me

I hate sports men who state they are doing it for their Country

or for their City etc

They are doing it for the MONEY

If they do some good they that’s fine and dandy

But most are just very very Randy

which rhymes with dandy

And they are all Dandies too

as they can afford too

People not knowing their own Style

brings me back to Harry

What am I now, he sings

Take time to discover your style

And stick with it

Obviously, I look like Charity Shop left overs

But I live with 3 women

and a female cat

They know what is best

So I’m a Gay Dad by default

Devil wears Prada was on TV again last night

So don’t wear Elton John track suit

No matter what brand it is, Elton you look like a Chav

You can thank me later

He’s covering for Taylor Swift, and Snoop Dogg

who do my high dusting

Though he may just say Life is not Everything

and smile at me

Well I’ve put this down, as I had a break in the Tinnitus

and now the pain is coming back, Codeine is wearing off

and I got spelling right in the end

And life is like that

So long as you get it right in the end

All is forgiven by God

Though he may not like my writing

and I’d end up as a greetings card writer

DON’T YOU DARE SAY ANYTHING

end

What do you see?

Michael Casey

You look in the mirror and see your reflection

I look at you and see through you

You are a window, a sheet of glass

I can see inside of you

You look and see yourself only in the mirror

I look inside you and see the soul within

You tidy your hair and think which way to hold it

I look inside you, your hair does not matted at all

You think are you getting fatter or are you too thin

I look within and you are just right

You wish you were taller or smaller

I just see perfection within

You think about your clothing

I just see your smile

You think about your colour matching

I just see all the colours of the rainbow within

You think which shoes match these clothes

I just see everything including your perfect nose

You look sideways does you bum stick out

I laugh, you are a product of genes after all

You pluck one last eyebrow

I smile, so much messing with perfection

You wonder will it be a rejection again

I hope you remember you are never rejected by me

You hope you’ll get the job, the man, the whatever

I laugh out loud now, does it really matter

You take one final look in the mirror

I smile again, for I am not a mirror

I am looking through a window into your soul

For I am your dad

or Abba as Jesus said

Tuesday, 6 December 2022

Stay in Bed make Love

Stay in Bed and make Love (c)

Michael Casey

Stay in Bed make Love

It’s too cold for this fool on a hill

so stay in bed and make love

and if you have nobody

and your love needs kindling

and the neighbour next door is not interested in you

then go and chop wood

not a metaphor

but beware of splinters

as you chop wood

and as you throw your logs on the fire

or turn the central heating higher

and put your hands on the thermostat

just imagine what it would be like

not chopping firewood

but making love

with the Alchemy of your Soul

in your warm bed

without icicles on your window pane

maybe a metaphor

as you wish you wish

you could burn Putin

or use Trump’s hot air

to warm your cold big Beyonce ass

but maybe the girl next door will come

to appreciate you

if only for your chopped logs

and taking off her glasses

will see you clearly

though you are all shrivelled up with the cold

if she warms you up

with another log on the fire

then together you’ll feel so much better

so everybody out there

he may be bald and fat

she may need to shave a bit

AND

I am fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England

so cuddle up everybody under the covers

with Bill the Gas man, which gas can mean funny too in Irish English

and enjoy the thrills together as you read my rubbish

under the bed clothes

But anticipate or 9 months

you’ll always be awake

or just burn my books on the fire

just to get a little bit warmer

for I am Alchemy of the Spirit

100% Irish Poteen

which can make you go Blind

Let there be Peace

Posted bymichaelgcasey 23/12/2022Posted inUncategorized EditLet there be Peace

Let there be Peace (c)

By Michael Casey

Let there be Peace in the Land

Let there be no more shells flying

Let there be no more dying

Let there be no more tears in the rain

Let there be no more graves in the mud

Let there be no more destruction

Let there be water and electricity

Let there be no hiding in the underground

Let there be a return to normality

Let there be NO more men acting behaving like beasts

Let there be no more schools turned into dungeons

Let there be no more destruction of schools and hospitals

Let the food supply stay alright

And why all of this

Because a Fool called Putin

Came out of his man cave looking to prove

He was king of the world

Corruption was not enough for him

Destruction and Death was his play thing

But now but now, he begins to see the reality

Ukraine just wanted to be left alone

Instead they are in for a fight of their life

Ukrainians are tall, they cannot hide

But now they crawl in the mud, to defeat the infedel

Heathen hoards from Moscow, full of lies and deceit

We are here to save you they said

The reality they just wanted to steal all the bread

To starve the world instead of feed it

To freeze the world instead on warm it

So when you put your central heating tonight

Think of the sacrifice today and ever day as Ukraine fights

Give them the tools to fight and they will finish the job

While Putin practices Genocide into the dark of the night

Be a light, be a light in the dark, and hold it high

As Ukrainians fight and die in the cold and dark of the night

Give them the tools to finish the job

Give then the tools to finish the job

Do not take any Russian Blood Money

For 30 pieces of silver they sold their soul under Putin

But Ukraine will never never never give up the fight

For they are Golden like a field of wheat

Putin is just all lies and deceit

And if you are in Russia and you read my words

Remember we are all mortal and to dust we will return

So turn away from Putin’s Evil darkness

Are all Russians cowards and afraid

If more Russians stand up to Putin

He can and will be defeated from within

Or are 100,000 Russians dead not enough for you

Is a TRILLON USD wasted a good idea

Stop living in fear of your own President

Remove the blood stained liar and fool

Make sure Putin cannot dance and goose-step any more

Why do you, in Russia allow a fool to dictate to you

Why do you allow him to lead you destrution

Would it not be better to put him in n empty barrel of oil

And drown his black heart in the Black sea

Or will you wait for 300,000 or 1,000,000 Russians to be dead

And all for what, lines on a map

So Putin can say to the Devil in Hell

Look what I achieved in my life

The world is mocking Putin

But you Russians in Moscow doing nothing

Because Putin drove your entire country

not over a bridge in a Mercedes but to utter and total destruction

As for Ukraine they are winning, and will win in the end

Don’t take my word for it, watch the read media

And what was at Fatima in 1917

In the end The Immaculate Heart of Mary will win

So what are you waiting for in Moscow

The Blessed Virgin Mary to appear on a Donkey in Red Square

This Christmas 2022

But what are you saying in Russia already to the Virgin Mary

No room at the Inn

WE are too busy killing our Ukrainian brothers

In Ukraine Russians enjoy killing just for the sake of it

Russia choses Putin

Instead of Jesus Mary and Joseph on a Donkey

Even if they were to appear in Red Square

STOP

Save your Soul Russia

Be like a Mother with a baby at her breast

Instead of selling your soul

to a Murdering Selfish Ignorant Cheeky Schoolboy

who has to rewrite his report for Xi

Because in the end Putin is just an ignorant little child

But in Ukraine they only have Men

All believers tonight, Pray and Pray again, because in the Mary will have the last word and that word is PEACE

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Tossing and Turning by Michael Casey

Tossing and Turning (c)

by Michael Casey

Well it’s 21st Jan 2023, just so you archaeologists of words know. I haven’t done much new writing this past year, because my Tinnitus is horrendous. Switch the fire alarm on and stand under it for an hour, get the picture now. Then imagine it getting louder when its triggered by the extractor fan on the cooker, or in the bath room, not to mention cold weather and storms in the air.

So, you are all lucky lucky people. The noise in your head can be so much, it actually causes pain. In my case the hearing in my right ear is almost gone, I can hear a bit, but the overwhelming sensation is NOISE, despite deafness, the NOISE of Tinnitus. Tinnitus is not a Gay Roman lover either. It’s just terrible, and for some so bad, it becomes fatal.

Now in bed I listen to Taylor Swift, or anything as a distraction so I can get to sleep. However, I still wake up every 2 hours, such is my CKD. When after a night of tossing and turning, though I can only sleep on my right side due to my hernia in the middle of my bypass scar, I’ve had enough sleep I get up. But then the fun begins, because the scream has to die down before I can do anything. And even when or if it dies down, it’s very hard to concentrate long enough to write a piece. That’s why I’ve been using bullet points this past year.

And as I finish my coffee, my brain is distracted from my flow so I have to force myself to remember what I was going to say next. My left shoulder as per usual wants to get in on the act too. So, I have to literally stop so I can slap on hemp pain killer, my neighbours think something kinky is going on, all the sound of slapping echoes around our house. If only, if only.

Now my Tinnitus is fizzing louder, but the pain killer on my shoulder should kick in soon, and I may have a paracetamol in a bit. Daily paracetamol for 8 years, my GFR is 25 now, so I cannot use any old pain killer, or it would kill my kidneys more. Anyway I’ve written or bullet pointed a lot about Ukraine, because it is Hitler all over again, but now the name has changed to Putin. Germany helps a lot, but is afraid of its own History, so they could do more. And as for the score 180,000 Russians dead, according to latest USA intelligence. 180,000 Russians DEAD.

But Putin does not care, because he hides behind History, Nazis and all that, but the irony is Russia under him are the Nazis committing Genocide. And on it goes, and in the West people are tired of it, as paying the Gas bill is all they care about. As for me I studied History a bit, and I also know about Fatima. Basically the Virgin Mary said Russia were bad lads. And History proves her right.

So that’s why I’ve put Holy Pictures on my websites, and that’s why daily I send Holy Pictures to 12 to 18 email addresses in Moscow, with a little message too. They may have all have gone straight to Junk Mail, but what else can I do a buggered up body, with scars everywhere, with noise in my head, I am useless. Or maybe I am not, cos I can say a Rosary, even if I am totally useless in the eyes of man, or holy people. So, if everybody does a little bit, in the end Putin will fall. And Mother Russia will behave like a mother to its own people, as well as the rest of the world

The RUBBISH you send me (c)

by Michael Casey

Well I had a spate of google docs

I had saw your profile I want a man like you

Here’s a photo

Some card must have put my email down somewhere

But I only look East, Far East

So they are wasting their time

And they should just STOP

and they have now, as I’ve deleted 100s UNREAD

I also get lots of discount stuff

my email is .COM

but I’m in England not USA

so I don’t need Target, whatever that is

Microsoft reads your emails

so then you are targeted for stuff

Tinnitus cures and Pain relief

And YOU ARE CHOSEN

I’m not a Jew, so don’t say I’m a Chosen One

Chosen for a Scam by somebody in a Bikini

Living the high life from where they screw everybody

Amazon automated phone calls, but I’m not even on Amazon

Amazon and DHL fake emails too

They just stink like YOU

Fake this, fake that

And some companies NEVER use email

It costs money for a mail shot

So Scammers never do that

When you top-up on your phone

They harvest your phone number

So you get all manner of stuff

Today right now, fake Turkey/Syria charities

This is beyond evil

And on it goes

HELLO WHO ARE YOU WHAT DO YOU WANT

AS AGRESSIVELY AS I CAN

The Vicar was shocked but he’s used to me by now

so HE swears at me in Latin

GO Ablative Absolute YOURSELF

and yes I’m mangling everything here

To Confuse Scammers if the read this

That’s if they can read ENGLISH

The Ablative Absolute is what we did in 2F in the corner room

back in 1972 maybe, Mr Proctor WE still hate you

I hour lesson, we sweated, break, continue 2nd 1hour lesson

Only then did HE explain it to us

I think Prasat had an inclinling, he’s s Doctor now

One of the 4 who became doctors

Yes, a clever clogs class, and UB40 guy he was in 1B with me

But he did not make it into the fast stream, 2F and LATIN

He became a Musician, whatever happened to him

Maybe too much Red Red Wine

Foster was a vicars son, he was very clever

another his dad was a Prison Officer

But I digress, no doubt I’ll get offers of Protective Clothing Now

And stun guns from USA

And Bibles for Everybody

With a cheap riffle on the side

Very Trumpian, Firing Squads

I’d fire all the Politicians in the GOP, as in sack not attack

and now it’s time for Pain Killer, Hemp oil , which is legal

and made in the UK, a cream that takes my pain away

otherwise I’m bent double with pain

So as I’ve mentioned that Gummies, will be advertised to me

They are dangerous by the way

I’m an expert on pain after all, 10 years of it

But do you give a monkeys

So long as you can send me marketing

Its just as bad the glossy leaflets through the letter box

Pizza galore

Well I’m waiting for the pain killer to kick in

Then when I’m done with you

Better Call Saul conclusion

Howard has just been shot in the head, dead

So I have to continue with that

I was shocked too

BUT I would say watch all of Better Call Saul

I do wonder why Howard was persecuted so much

But the acting is great, quality stuff

I will get back to my Korean via a Japanese horror film

And still daily as soon as I put something online

France reads it

Korea reads it

If only the Korean could type for me…

But it’s probably a USA service man

who stumbled over me

I used to get Portugal straight away too

so who those three are/were I’ll never know

So now I’ll get fake Emails with emails .kor, or Fr or PT

Pretending to like me

I get so much rubbish I need a shovel

To clean the stables

and on it goes

In the night when I cannot sleep I may send

yet another email to Moscow

Holy Pictures and an admonition

If only I change one mind

Then PUTIN’s evil is lessened

and yes I’ve bored you all this past year

And not written as much comedy

But it’s hard to smile

while there is Genocide in Ukraine

I do believe in what Mary said in Fatima in 1917

So I’ll end now, and just ask fellow sinners

to Pray for Peace in Ukraine

which is Russia surrendering to Jesus through Mary

15 Feb 2023

AI is watching me plus around the Horne link

AI is watching me

Perplexity is all mixed up

confuses me with the Irish guy of the EXACT SAME NAME

so there’s a WEAKNESS

In fact it mixed up data about both of us

so I cut and pasted my Blogger Info

which appears at the side

into Perplexity

so wait a week and see

if you Google michaelgcasey

or rather enter michaelgcasey into Perplexity

will it still be confused

BUT

most people forget what they were doing after they meet me

I’m like a bar of chocolate or a hot drink

I bring RELIEF

so make your own jokes up there

and hello to Ukrainians everywhere who seem to like my rubbish

as well as my Korean readers

Though you could just be bored hotel night shift workers

so I bet you are disappointed

Quick Stories FULL title is Quick Stories for Busy People

So I hope it brings Relief to you in whatever language you read it

Quick Stories is NOT about “relief” but I do hope it amuses

the 1000s of you who have downloaded or looked at the pages

It appears on, though Perplexity will be even more confused

Wait till it stumbles over Shakespeare and Double Entendres

If if found Around the Horne

https://www.radioechoes.com/?page=series&genre=OTR-Comedy&series=Round%20The%20Horne

it would be totally confuses

But while you are here

Click the link above and discover British Comedy at its very best

From the 1960s

what Prince Charles was listening to under the bed clothes as well as The Goons

He is a King now, no not a metaphor, but he can still dance like a Prince

He will have a Purple Reign no doubt

So don’t be Perplexed just bounce off the perspex

AI AI AI adio adio , she’s coming round the bend

you have just been michaeled

did you enjoy the experience

was it a relief

Language was an essay my daughter wrote

But they wouldn’t even mark this

too many skid marks on it

Mark Wheatstone where are you now

only StatsMR folks will understand

that reference

Always Ignorant

Let There Be Peace on Earth Again (c)

By Michael Casey

Let there be Peace on Earth Again

Let there be no more mindless invasions

Let there be no more intimidation

Let there be no more people shot dead in the street

Let there be no more bodies identified just by their nail designs

Let there be no more shallow graves

Let there be no more LIES

Let there be no more Theatre of the absurd to Justify those LIES

Let there be no more Hospitals destroyed

Let there be no more schools burnt down

Let there be no more Death while you sleep in your bed

Let there be no more Underground hiding places needed

Let Subway just be a sandwich again, not just a place of safety

Let Churches be open and full of celebration

Let Funerals stop being a constant, constant, constant event

Let Marriages take place with Joy

Not with eyes to the sky looking out for Death

Let Food shopping be fun again not a quick dash under attack

Let a walk in the park with Sunshine on your back return again

Let stopping to talk and chat be normal again

Let News be something different every day

Not just Putin’s Insanity over and over and over again

Let there be time for making Love again

Idle lazy time, as your stoke her hair, and cuddle together

Again and Again and Again and On and On and On

Instead of stolen moments, as your Ears Listen in case of Attack

Let LOVE come back, Love, and Peace and Happiness

Let Hospitals have flowers all around again

Let Gossip and Laugher ring out again

Let Singing and Music fill the air again

Let skipping and bouncing for joy be in Children’s Hearts again

Let Old Folk meet and greet slowly, ever so slowly again

Let Church Bells Ring Out again

Let the Lights come Back again

Let. there be Peace Again

Let there, Let there, Let there

Let there be ALL things again

BUT WHEN

When Russia is BEAT

For ONLY then

When the Immaculate Heart of Mary

WINS over Savagery and Bigots and Insanity

Only then

Can there be Peace on Earth again

Stormy and Trump and my Mattress is gone

as you know I got a new mattress

I sleep my on right side because of my hernia in the middle of my chest

post quadruple heart bypass

before I was like a kebab rotating

so if 120 kilos in on the side

it is more pressure than two 60 kilo women on their back

surface area and all that

so 4 times the pressure maybe

hence new mattress

anyways as I always say I sleep with Taylor Swift and Will Young

Tinnitus and Music or I’d never sleep at all

So picture it in your imagination

They’ll be happy tonight

New mattress and all that

In fact I have 2 mattresses on top of each other

As my original very expensive Dormeo

Broke and they refused to replace it

So I got a new one and threw Dormeo in the dustbin

the replacement was from a posh shop that only sells quality

I had said this would be the bed I’d die in

But it was too hard

So I got a mattress in a box

these expand when you piece the bag

That one has been on the other one for a few years

But now is tired, so would you be if 120k was sideways on you

So I manhandled and screamed and cursed and got it out the house

I was going to get rid of the hard one too, but I’d need 2 strong men to do it

I could have really hurt myself, remember hernia in the middle of my chest

So that one is outside for a day or two

I knew somebody would take it

150 quid just for a foam one like that

So, so Tuesday I dragged the new mattress on to my bed

Pulled the ripcord, well almost

unrolled and pierced

Then the vacuum packed mattress expanded like a life jacket in seconds

And yes it is so comfortable and was in a Sale 1/3 off

and review saids better than a 600 quid fancy one

Let it breath it said on the wrapper

You don’t get the model and the 2 dogs in the photo

Anyway tonight

Just before Stormy Daniels was on TV

Piers Morgan interview on Talk TV

Owned by Murdoch I believe

I looked outside

And there are woods up the road and a Golf course too

The mattress from my bed was missing in action

Could it be Trump and Stormy were having a final swing

The Final Cut of the 19th Hole by Michael Casey is one of my books after all

well I watched last episode of Picard

enjoyed it, they all look so old now

I also watched a bit more of Kdrama Mad Dog

so now a break from tv

and see if I can get in the groove to write this

Normally a Poem is Dominos falling

so with the taste of Camembert in my mouth

here’s what falls out, as Taylor Swift sings to me

Let The Sun Shine Again (c)

By Michael Casey

Let the sun shine again

Let the pain fade away

Let the tears dry up

Let the hair be combed again

Let the lipstick be applied again

Let the smiles reign again

Let the eyes sparkle again

Let the breathing be normal again

Let the singing begin again

Let the footsteps have a bounce again

Let the pace become faster

Let the joy inside come out again

Let the dancing begin again

Let the laugher ring out again

Let the hugging and then the kissing begin again

Let the hearts beat faster

Let the love rule again

Let the Future hold no fear again

Let the Promise be over the horizon

Let the Fear be banished again

Let the Fear be totally and utterly gone again

Let there be Love in our hearts again

Happiness and Joy and Laughter and Dancing

Singing too

Don’t be afraid to let Love reign again

The Past is Over

We are in the Present

The Future is ours again

Let the Sun Shine on Us again

All of Us everywhere, in the world

Whatever we do, whatever we want

We can have it back

Because we are not Afraid anymore

There is Love out there

Just don’t be afraid to grasp it

Let the sun shine in your hearts again

For Evil will pass, and only Love is Left

Ask Sancho Panza, I read it on Google

only the other day

And 50 years ago I was Christened Sancho Panza

by one of our Priests

So I am Sancho Panza, and Michael Casey too

Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham ENGLAND

and my. message to all of you all over the world and in multiple languages

is just this

Let the Sun Shine Again

and never never never allow Evil to freeze your heart

for in the Sunshine everything GROWS

Exam Guidance Summer 2023

Exam Guidance Summer 2023 (c)

By Michael Casey

Well the big exams are here for my big daughter, who looks the image of me, when I was a kid.

Not now, luckily, now bushy eyebrows like a werewolf, and a mane of silver hair.

She did tell me to go to the barbers incidentally.

So what advice do I have for her, and any of yours doing Finals?

Well my dad said to me, “Michael, I have no education, do what you like, but do your best.”

My dad was a clever man who went to work at 14, back in 1930s Ireland everybody did.

So what do I say to my 2 daughters.

I say take it steady, take it easy.

The questions should not make you afraid, you revise and you answer what comes up.

My BioChem daughter showed me a chart, a start chart, a horoscope almost to my eyes.

It was about different Cancers

So I just looked at it over the internet and said

A horoscope can be an indicator, or a pointer, but it’s not all in the stars

Unlike the comedy I wrote , It’s all in the Stars, from 25 years ago, but I digress

So the cancer will not come if you mix this with that, or the length of exposure

A virgo and an aquarius won’t end in something fishy

Using mixed metaphors of how it seems to me

A totally uneducated in Science person

But if you think of things from a Writer’s perspective

Then I think it can give you insight into what you are doing

The answer will come out when the Paper is marked

And yes the only paper of mine marked, is toilet paper

Hopefully I hope my daughter can use some of what I say

Which reminds me in Czech in 1998 you have to pay for toilet paper

and a lady only gives a few sheets, and you are supposed to tip her

My only tip would be, my pile is radioactive in cubicle three

so fetch the Jeyes Fluid, and ventilate

Back to exams, have a supply of chocolate, or nuts or other treats ready

So as you study, you reward yourself

And go to bed and get enough fresh air

My girls study 10 hours a day, I have to hunt them to bed

But check in with your daughters and sons, if you have sons

Talk to your kids, some parents don’t

Dad time is good, if not for them exactly, but it distracts them

So they don’t brain freeze

Tell them don’t be afraid what may or may not come up

Hopefully, they have covered everything

and with daughters COVER EVERYTHING

But back to Studying

What will be, will be, so just think of it as another day at the office

Or wiping Granny’s behind and wheeling her into the garden

Your kids have done all the studying

So now the Final exam even if it’s 4 hours of BioChem

It’s just a Banquet

READ THE QUESTION

then pick it apart, and stack up the evidence on your plate

ON you essay written on screen, or on paper

If you’ve ever worked in a hotel, and I did 3 years worth

Every day is a box of chocolate

So an exam is just the same, just pick your teeth as you go along

And PAUSE to think

Then you’ll wipe the table clean

You have sampled and explained everything

Nothing to fear, the Rosary has been in Top Gear

while you do the paper, you dad and All Saints

have been there beside you, cheering you along

Besides, Padre Pio himself has been roped in

To mark all the questions for you

So Relax, just do it, and you won’t go far wrong

And as for the Future, amazing happens

when you don’t expect it

Smile, now brush those teeth

And do go to the toilet

after 4 hours doing a Paper

Explosions can happen, so bring your own Roll

and as you sit and pooh

Just think Dad, was right

If only this was in a room with a View

and not just a 4 hour Pooh on Matching Paper

SMILE

Humour Writing by the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England

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Influencers TOO Stupid for Words

Posted bymichaelgcasey 03/05/2023Posted inUncategorized EditInfluencers TOO Stupid for Words

I was going through the Press, and I’m fed up to read about Influencers

Take this first sentence. What is Press?

Where you press your clothes?

Like an ironing machine.

Or the Newspapers, because of Printing Press.

Which spread Knowledge, because Books were mass produced.

And is mass a Mass, as in a Holy Service.

Or a kind of Weight, but let Physics people explain that

Now, I’m fed Up

Does that mean a very fat bastard, who ate all the pies?

Or does it mean I’ve had enough, so I’m fed up.

Like a mark inside my belly, an internal Plimsoll line

If I go over the line, I’ll fall over maybe?

Or does it mean, I’ve had enough BS from ignorant people

Talking about stuff they could not be bothered to do Research about

Quora , or Donald Trump’s mouth do not speak the Gospel Truth.

And that does not mean they are Preachers.

Though Social Justice does descend from Preachers.

Go back to the Marches and Bus Rides, for examples

And what is an Influencer?

Your mum, or the Virgin Mary who asked for more wine indirectly

So Jesus performed his first miracle

Do as HE says, she said

And the rest is History.

SO PLEASE IGNORANT INFLUENCERS

Read a book, do some research, and realise

Things aren’t what they appear.

Linguistics Matter, or are you just in it for the MONEY maybe

Michael Casey the Fat Silver Haired Writer in Shades from Birmingham. ENGLAND

And speak clearly,or Snoop Dog might start commenting in the most direct way

As only Snoop can, TRUMP man TRUMP man, Just TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP you TRUMP

which should be clear enough in Any Language

and YES Trump is the Worst Word in Any Language of the World

Or maybe I’m just an ignorant fat man from Birmingham England

Trying to use TRUMP as the newest word to cause OFFENCE

as TRUMP really is the record breaker for that

Man was not born in chains, so avoid TRUMPING TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP

I am a SOB after all, a real SOB

Son of a Blacksmith, from County Kerry EIRE

Tororo my Ninja Cat

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I’ve updated this 18th March 2022 I’m Michael Casey from Birmingham England, the fat silver haired writer in shades. Beware of Others with the EXACT SAME NAME, they are not me, and would not want to be me … use Google UK to find me, otherwise Posh Americans pop up I’ve done loads of writing, about 2,000,000 Words worth over 34years now But before I started to write, I LISTENED to BBC Radio 4 for 20 years, from the age of 10 or younger Frank Brown our lodger, went back to County Tyrone and he gifted us his Bush Radio. He’d be nearly 100 now if he is still alive, so say a prayer for him 54 years in love with words, and I still look so dashing. I have a picture in the attic, just like Dorian Gray I’ve also had an interest in Politics for 54 years with my dad heckling the tv and Politicians. I almost immediately had a hit, a play called Shoplife was accepted but not finally produced by a Theatre. The Kenneth More Theatre, so thank them for sparing you all. This was back in 1989 yes, 30 years plus ago, the play was written in 1988. So since then I’m more than good enough, as a writer. Anything else….. I also ignore those who just cannot write, pick your own candidate I tend to write Comedy as I’d rather make you laugh than cry I have written over 2000 short pieces of writing, yes 2000 ” (c) by Michael Casey” If you include “chats” 3700 samples, all told, the chats do NOT go into my books when I compile them. My first book ,a full length comedy/drama is The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker You can read translations of it here on this site Up to 20 different languages/translations have been read on the same day via this site, here on WordPress look fo Translations Galore page, and more And in over 90 Countries world wide too so you have no excuse, find your own language and read The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker or Quick Stories or any other of the books in Translation on my WordPress This proves to me that the humour does travel I have readers in over 100 countries now, just to repeat myself From Nepal to American Samoa and all places North South East and West Or its just a hit man on the run, or whatever Unknown Region Means It may also mean that only non English Speakers like my stuff Coverage but lacking penetration as marketing folks might say I did get 21,000 readers in 3 weeks for the Polish version of In Search of an Indian Princess. which is basically the final 3 chapters of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker all by word of mouth. And 50,000 plus in Christmas week 2021 If you add up all the downloads from my WordPress + 13,000 when somebody stole the file. I have had more copies than Boris Johnson’s Churchill book distributed. Maybe 40,000 copies . Not made a penny from it, free downloads in multiple languages. Reverse Logic, if the world knows me, eventually somebody will pay me But in reality I’ll be dead first, and then just 2 pennies to pay the ferryman is enough I’ve cut the Plaudits, you can read/decide for yourself As for my life, I was born in the shadow of a Brewery, I was a computer operator for a market research company into alcohol sales, 21 years altogether, StatsMR Call centre guy, like everybody once in their life I was also a Trainee Betting Shop Manager I was a concierge and 10 other roles at Crowne Plaza NEC Birmingham for 3 years. Spent 3 years at Pinsent Masons Law firm in Birmingham I even hid a copy of my comic novel “BBU” in the Law Library at Pinsent Masons, well just for a day.. I did a few other jobs too, working life in reverse so to speak and I was an Esol English teacher in an Islamic school, for a year, I knew I could teach. I got Excellent, Excellent and Exemplary on the external assessment, yes really And I asked them to pray for me at least once a day beside which I’ve had a Shanghai connection for 20 years now, including 2 bilingual daughters and being a hausfrau a long time too, I’m a great dad, as I’ve had lots of time with my daughters I can always make somebody talk or laugh I believe my short stories could be used to teach English, just package them up correctly or App them Or a Tale a Day from Michael, a story telling App What else, I was brawn and brains, I used to be as strong as an Ox, now I just smell like one We have a cat called Totoro, my daughters wanted a pet I said they could have a dog if I died , or a cat if I had a heart attack. A few weeks after that in Jan 2015 I had an Unplanned Quadruple Heart Bypass , it was supposed to be a triple but it ended up a Quadruple, 33% extra free so to speak. Now with an add on Hernia, the size of your fist, pushing through my bypass scar, it hurts when I laugh, so don’t make me laugh I also have arthritis and other hindrances that hobble my body and give me pain galore. But my mind is free, though having read my stories you may wish I didn’t bother But I’ll ignore you, and carry on regardless. I do get heckled by my own Tinnitus these past 3 years+, so I have music on all night long to drown it out. I sleep with Miley, Taylor, Eric Clapton and Will Young, maybe I should buy a bigger bed, or just get a better mattress. Tinnitus is a curse, just trust me I know, each day I wake up, Tinnitus SCREAMS at me for a full hour till it calms down That’s the end of the tidy version of my life To finish here’s the list of my 20 books, so far:- 1.The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker 2.Shoplife 3.Essays and Plays 4.Blogs 2011 5.300 and Not OUT 6.Shorts 2013 7.More Shorts 2014 8.Quick Stories 9.Still Alive 2015 10.Undiscovered Words 2016 11.Still Smiling 2017 12.Altogether Now 13.New Horizons 14.14 Up 15.15 Down 16.Sweet Sixteen 17. 17 Again 18. 18 New Views 19. The Final Cut of the 19th Hole 20. 2020 Words 21. 21 Door Keys, key to the door 21 on Bingo, hence title, 53,000 words so far I write bullet point stuff mainly now as Tinnitus stops me from getting in the zone to write, story stories. (c) by Michael Casey stuff though my bullet points are better than some “writers” discuss, miaow. That’s why I dream of a speed typist, so I could dictate from the sofa https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC to buy ebooks Loads of Korean and Arabic translations downloaded from my WordPress, 1000s of them Quick Stories in Korean is a big hit. Maybe Kim in North Korea should read my books, instead of wasting his countries resources on what? Just keeping one person in power, him? Instead of joining the real world and opening a string on golf courses. That way we could get rid of Trump too. Into the sunset, as they play golf. Tears for a Butcher will be the sequel to BBU, and it too will be 600pages, however I really need a speed typist to put it down, while I sit and dictate like Barbara Cartland, and hopefully my speed typist would be impressed. we’d marry have half Korean kids, and form a Kpop band with our 4 new kids, with me as manager. And yes this is more for my bucket list, as Tinnitus keeps me awake too much, 6 months of not sleeping till dawn is really killing me Michael Casey aka the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England https://2.gravatar.com/avatar/efda2dca0de5b9269191b7c8b0102473?s=400&d=mm View more posts

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Sunday, 14 May 2023

Time Trial ©

Michael Casey

Well it’s Sunday 14th May 2023, and Putin is bombing Eurovision, and Trump continues to lie, they have not joined an Abba Tribute Band yet, even though I did write such a story a few years ago.

I’ve been lying down on the sofa behind my desk as the Tinnitus roared, and shoulder pain galore, the usual for my life. I’ve had some meat, as I feel weak without a bit of meat in me. So, I’ve had some beef and put a new collar on Totoro our cat, as the pink one with two bells has gone. Now I’m going to see if I can write a new piece, before I need to go to the lavatory which is often due to my CKD. And if you read Johnny No Friends you can read a comedy I wrote all about it, where the wind of change saves the day. I looked down 160 words now, at 10 to 10 in the evening, so let’s see if I can write something new for you all in an hour, I used to be able to do that.

As the kettle boiled I thought of it, a watched kettle never boils after all. And time moves on. So here we go. When we are young, and in my head I’m 20, so that explains some things about me. As you get older you get boring, you not me. I’ll always be just me. Yesterday for example I left the Post Office and a young lad was in a car with the music blaring, his window wound down. So, I moved within eye view and started dancing, just my arms, just like Sam Smith in his Abby Rd, 3rd album, where he says pretend to be in a gay bar. So, there was I, dancing like a queen, the music was so loud, and Eurovison was on later. The driver smiled and drove on when the lights changed from red. He hooted 3 times, so was that approval for my dancing queen act. Two stay Indian pedestrians laughed, but I said it had to be done, so I did it. Abba have got a lot to answer for, or maybe just me.

Now as you get older you won’t do that, but I intend being ME, not you, in all things I do. Or if you are Religious, in all things Love, and that’s the way to be. Stop and talk to a stranger, though soon you get a reputation, and people avoid you. But they are white entitled people, so are they worth your spit in the first place? We are a Human Race after all, and it’s by talking to each that we pass the time and it is not a trial.

I hear far too many say I’m bored, but they could not be bothered to talk to each other. Without studying Anthropology, as my daughter does. I can tell you, cultures based on food are more fun, I’d rather go around to their house. Cultures where people sit closer and touch each other, which ironically meant more Covid when that was around, those cultures are far nicer. Pick your own favourites.

Ditto with Music, a culture with music, singing, chanting and dancing, they know how to use time and enjoy it. Time is more than sand falling from the hour glass of our life to our guaranteed death. Time is for us to use, and feel the rhythm of life, which reminds me of the very old Dave Allen joke, about the Jewish drummer so good at the rhyme method he became an honorary catholic. Use time, don’t waste it, never say you are bored. Be a cat, I’ve just let Totoro out by the way, now with an orange collar, look at the Queen, whether they dance or not. Life is a box of chocolates, just don’t eat to many.

Time Trial. 30 mins, natural finish so i did not do more

Time Trial ©

Michael Casey

Well it’s Sunday 14th May 2023, and Putin is bombing Eurovision, and Trump continues to lie, they have not joined an Abba Tribute Band yet, even though I did write such a story a few years ago.

Forget AI, I’m Michael Casey the (far from) Perfect Man

Posted bymichaelgcasey 16/05/2023Posted inUncategorized EditForget AI, I’m Michael Casey the (far from) Perfect Man

Forget AI, I’m Michael Casey the (far from) Perfect Man (c)

by Michael Casey. ME, SOB

Firstly I’m a SOB, so what more does any woman want, SOB that’s me

Son of a Blacksmith from Kerry Eire, that’s what a SOB is

I’m in Birmingham, all of me, and there’s plenty, see my photo

I have scars so I look like a Pirate, NO Johnny but plenty of Depths

I have a hair back too, so swoon ladies swoon

I like Keith Richards and his smokers laugh, I cannot play an instrument

Though that could open a door to a metaphor, do you want more

I have broad shoulders, I am no wimp, and I do like squeezing pimples

I have strong hairy legs, that’ll indulge you , and you can shave them

It might reduce drag in the wind, though I do dress up in women’s clothing

and Fart a lot, not Monty and his Spam a Lot

I love Kdramas, and I would marry a Korean girl, and have 4 kids

Mathew, Mark, Luke and John I am a writer after all

But it would take a real Kdrama script for that to Happen

and Dr CHA I’ve finished Episode 10, where everybody is drunk

I eat apples and bananas and oranges which makes me sound like a Monkey

Though I more like a silver backed Gorilla, but far smellier

So AI AI AI my backside, I am perfect for somebody

Though can Jokers STOP sending dating site and worse to my emails

You need to talk to me, and treat me nice, and then you can stroke

my hair, ever so soft, just like me

I could go on but I need to out for bread, before darkness falls

I look better in daylight after all

I may be battered, just like the fish in the chip shop

But I’m young at heart, 20 in my head

So with that, I hope you all flock to me

And AI is far from Reality

Though Trump should be matched with a Balloon

And then he’d float away to oblivion

So I’m the far from perfect man

But I can do a CanCan and I know all the words

To the Moulin Rouge film

Which is all about LOVE

And what is AI just a Tin Can

that should be kicked in the Alley

So Dance away the night with me

A perfect Man, well almost

I do shave and my hair does grow very fast

if you want perfection 5 mins after I shave and bathe is the best time

to catch me,

I’ve just remembered the Shy Girl story from over 30 years ago

have a scout and see if you can find it or I may repost later

I found it so here it is. And I hope the Reader whom I wrote it for is Happy and Having Fun with their life. I’m 3,000,000 words down the road now.

Long Live StatsMR. a Company of Friends

Michael G Casey email michaelgcasey@hotmail.com

typos included

The Shy Girl ©

Michael Casey

Helen let herself in the house and shouted hello to her aunt as

she dashed up the stairs two at a time . This was usual for her on a

Friday night . Once in the bathroom she breathed a sigh of relief , her

aunt hadn’t seen the carrier bags she was carrying . Helen put the plug in

the bath and then reaching into the Body Shop carrier she poured a liberal

amount of “enriching body bubble bath” into the bath before turning the

hot tap on . Next she hit the play button on the cassette and began to get

undressed , she got undressed slowly and deliberatly , just as she had

read in Cosmo in the article on how to turn on your man . She’d been

practicing for three months now , she was very good at it.

Helen was twenty five and three months old , she wore baggy

clothes to hide her figure , for she was a shy girl , it was only on

Friday night when she reformed her ritual “temptress” routine before she

tried on her new clothes that she was truely free . All alone in the

bathroom with just a mirror for company Helen could act out her fantasies,

now she stood naked before the mirror , she took a bow , she really had

mastered the the routine Cosmo had suggested . If only she wasn’t so shy

if only she didn’t hide her bust behind a baggy top and her bum behind a

loose fitting three quarter length skirt .

Helen took a long hard look at herself in the mirror , she’d

look good on any page three , only she never bought the Sun , just looked

at it over the shoulder of people on the bus . She always though “tart”

every time she got a glance of page three , but if only she could have a

thimble full of their brazeness , then she wouldn’t be so shy , then she’d

have a steady boyfriend . When she reached 25 she promised herself that

she’d stop being so shy , and for the past three months she’d being buying

things that would show off her figure , next week she was going to get

contacts too , after all men never made a pass at girls who wore glasses.

The only problem was that for three months she’d bought the nice if not

exactly sexy clothes , only all she did was try them on before neatly

folding them and putting them at the bottom of her wardbrobe . She really

was a shy girl , some might think a frump , just to judge by outward

appearences , its just that she was shy , shy shy shy.

Her bath was ready so reaching in her carrier she reached for a

magazine before getting in the bath . This month the main article was

about sex , relationships and why cann’t men just be friends , there was a

picture from the film “When Harry Met Sally” above the article . Helen

started to read , her glasses steaming up already , she reached down for

her bar of Galexy taking a big bite as she read . Helen’s friends had

started to get married and /or have serious relationships , she was

beginning to feel left behind , especially as once her friends had a man

they had less time for friendship with her . She read the article hoping

to find fresh insight into her situation . It was asking how far should

you go on your first date , second date and so on , there was even a chart

so you had an at a glance guide .

Helen thought of her last boyfiend , three months ago in fact ,

he had assused that as it was her birthday the thing she’d like most

would be him ! He’s pressed himself against her , and put his hand on her

breast , only she’d kneed him in the groin , and his fancy watch with its

even fancier watch strap had got stuck on her bra strap , so as she

stormed off , she had his Cartier watch dangling from her chest almost

like a nurse’s watch .

She read on pausing for more chocolate , if only men were as

nice as Galexy that would be something. She finished the article and

turned the page to be met with a picture of agent Fox Mulder from the X

files . She sighed , she wouldn’t be shy with him that was for sure , mind

you millions of woman would doubtless say the same . She spent five

minutes adoring his picture before taking another bite of chocolate , and

then sinking lower into the bath , yes yes yes , oh yes , this chocolate

was something else , or was it Fox Mulder ?

There was another article about pets and stress levels , that

was quite interesting , apparently you live longer if you have a pet , as

you have something to love and it in return loves you unconditionally . if

only she could find a man like that . Mind you animals did have one major

disadvantage . they were very wanton , very caveman like . If a male

animal liked a female it just jumped and got on with it , perhaps she

should be wanton , just once , just to see if it worked , could you find

true love by being a tart just the once and hoping you’d found the man of

your dreams ? She closed her eyes and shook her head before saying outloud

, “a tart is a tart , is a tart ” . Then she farted , giggled helplessly

as the bubbles disappeared . She thought of her friend Vicky , she was

like her , very shy and hiding her figure behind frumpy clothes , she’d

given herself away , only she’d got pregnant and the lad ran a mile , then

her mother threw her out , so she ended up running away to London to have

an abortion . Helen closed her eyes and shivered at the thought of it ,

she turned the hot tap with her big toe , she was determined that would

never happen to her . Why she’d even gone on the pill so determined was

she .

She just wished she’d meet somebody who was gentle and kind who

could make her laugh , and above all was not so fast , she wanted to be

courted , in fact she wanted to tell him , “you can put your hand on my

breast now” , perhaps she was longing for the 50s , even though now it

was nearing the millenium . She wasn’t looking for a man with a book in

his hand all the time and she wasn’t looking for a body builder either ,

Martin was just perfect only the one time he got carried away and had

touched her bum with one hand and felt her breast with his other hand ,

and without asking either . So naturally she’d kneed him in the groin ,

what else was she to do ? In fact the men at work called her “frigid”

behind her back , but she had to have standards didn’t she ? It had been

the first time she’d ever closed her eyes , normally she’d keep

them open so she could keep a lookout for any roving hands , then the

first time she had relented and that had happened . Perhaps one day she’d

love and trust somebody enough to give into her animal insticts , but she

just wasn’t ready now .

The bath water was getting cold now ,so she got out of the bath

and dried herself in front of the mirror , once she was dry she’d try on

her new clothes . She had bought some red skimpy underwear , a red knee

length skirt and a tight fitting blue top , as she got dressed she began

to laugh , if only people could see her now and when she got some

contacts she’d be really knockout . Then she sighed , she’d tried lots of

bright colours over the past three months , but in her heart of hearts she

knew she’d never wear them in public , she just didn’t have the confidence

besides every time she looked at herself in the mirror the only word that

sprang to mind was “Tart” . But she would at least wear her contacts , it

was at least a start wasn’t it ?So slowly and sadly she changed back into

her frumpy clothes , nobody would ever see her at her best . Except the

fourteen year old lad named Michael who had been watching through the

window from the house next door , for in her rush Helen had forgotten to

close the curtains .

– June 03, 2023

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Michael Casey.

Planting Seeds

I’ll be doing that Literally once I finish here at my desk

And yes the pain has descended already

Like Trump and his golden escalator

or is it shower, its all tacky anyway

So tacky everything about him

Bad Taste incarnate

I would never go to his place

Too much boasting, lack of reality

Like 70 made people in GOP

Voting to CRASH the World

over the budget ceiling

God Help Us or is it US

ANd now there are Tapes

I KNOWINGLY KEPT IRAN material

Did he Show or did he not Tell

to anybody for any favours?

Gosh I need a Fag

If I smoked

Fag is Cigarette for American readers

This goes on and on and on

And still Morons trust Trump

Sow seeds of Love

Tears for Fears sung

Trump just raises more and more DREAD

and why bury the DEAD on his Golf Course

It would be a great Tom Sharpe Book

so read Tom if you hate me, I was introduced to his books

by my PhD BioChemistry school friend Dr D

So that’s enough from me and my DOGeral

Snoop Dog Curse the Worse WOrd in the English Language

TRUMP man TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP oh my TRUMP

just TRUMP you TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP

Snoop Dog has left the building still fuming

Puppenmord. Oder Bis dass ihr Tod ihn scheidet

1976

Blott on the Landscape

Tom Sharpe

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(30 March 1928 – 6 June 2013) was an English satirical novelist, best known for his Wilt series, as well as Porterhouse Blue and Blott …Notable works: Wilt series, Porterhouse Blue‎, …‎Born: Thomas Ridley Sharpe; 30 March 1928; …Died: 6 June 2013 (aged 85); Llafranc‎, ‎Catalo…‎

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