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Michael Casey <michaelgcasey@gmail.com>
michael casey the fat silver haired writer from Birmingham. and the new TOLSTOY. maybe. RUSSIAN translations plus many others

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Russian, from 2 years ago

Sunday, 30 April 2023

Здравствуй РОССИЯ большой пик вчерашний день надеюсь путин ФСБ вас всех не заберет Hello RUSSIA big peak yesterday, I hope Putin FSB does not take you all away

Здравствуй РОССИЯ большой пик вчерашний день надеюсь путин ФСБ вас всех не заберет

ты знаешь, что я говорю правильно

Путина надо убрать

Северная Корея на поезде может быть

Тогда МИР может вернуться

200 000 русских мальчиков погибли в грязи

Триллион долларов потрачен впустую на эго Путина

Сколько больниц и школ

и новые дома

или ИЗОЛИРОВАТЬ старые дома

все это и многое другое

МОЖНО еще сделать

Уберите ПУТИНА

Zdravstvuy ROSSIYA bol’shoy pik vcherashniy den’ nadeyus’ putin FSB vas vsekh ne zaberet

ty znayesh’, chto ya govoryu pravil’no

Putina nado ubrat’

Severnaya Koreya na poyezde mozhet byt’

Togda MIR mozhet vernut’sya

200 000 russkikh mal’chikov pogibli v gryazi

Trillion dollarov potrachen vpustuyu na ego Putina

Skol’ko bol’nits i shkol

i novyye doma

ili IZOLIROVAT’ staryye doma

vse eto i mnogoye drugoye

MOZHNO yeshche sdelat’

Uberite PUTINA

Hello RUSSIA big peak yesterday, I hope Putin FSB does not take you all away

you know what I say is correct

Putin must be spirited away

North Korea on a train maybe

Then PEACE can return

200,000 Russian boys dead in the mud

A Trillion USD wasted on Putin’s ego

How many Hospitals and Schools

and new homes

or INSULATE older homes

all this and much much more 

CAN still be done

JUst remove PUTIN

 read a book and Love Thy Neighbour

I hope ordinary Russians realise PUTIN is destroying your Country

I hope you decide NOT to fight and DIE in Ukraine for Putin’s Vanity

I hope you decide to Remove him is easier than Dying in Ukraine

Fight to Remove Putin, and not die in Ukraine for his Insanity

I write for everybody, in 162 places now, though it might just be one person

Running away from me, but Removing Putin will save your soul

and reading my Rubbish  will remind you what a Soul really is

Love thy Neighbour, as somebody said 2000 years ago

or have you forgotten His Name too?

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I have been reading/admiring a few books about Orthodox Icons

so I know Faith used to be in Moscow

BUT

Putin has corrupted it, for his own will

I also know the new czars have stolen Billions

from ordinary Russians

for the price of a field 

men are corrupted

30 pieces of silver

were used to buy a field 

with blood money

2000 years ago

So Russians time to show your true faith

to one another

and remove Putin and all his corruption

1917 at Fatima was a warning

Do you want Putin to destroy ALL the World

or you are you  strong enough to remove Putin

The Future of the World lies within Russia

Remove PUTIN

believe the Fridge not his TV

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перейти к содержанию Юмор Письмо толстого седовласого писателя в оттенках из Бирмингема, Англия. Юмор Письмо толстого седовласого писателя в оттенках из Бирмингема, Англия. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Майкл-Кейси/e/B00571G0YC О Электронная почта michaelgcasey@hotmail.com Дома О Электронная почта michaelgcasey@hotmail.com Дома Черное и белое Опубликовано michaelgcasey03.02.2022Опубликовано вБез рубрикиРедактироватьЧерное и белое Среда, 2 марта 2022 г. Черное и белое Черное и белое Нет, это не альбом Майкла Джексона. Сегодня Пепельная среда 2022 года – Всемирный день молитвы за мир в Украине Если вы в России, вот новости Россию ненавидят везде Из-за войны Путина русские этого не хотели русские этого не хотят Русские никогда не увидят, как возвращаются тела Потому что у Путина за спиной мобильный крематорий 7000 русских убиты до сих пор, 1000 в день, из-за войны ПУТИНА Украинцы, ваши родные гибнут и их бомбят Не фотобомба или селфи Настоящие БОМБЫ, которые вспыхивают, объединяются и убивают, кровь повсюду Больницы разбомблены, все Мать Россия проснись Демонстрация в 19:00 по будням и в 14:00 по выходным. Распространяйте информацию в России, пусть Путин услышит ваш голос Путин выступает за своих товарищей-миллиардеров, укравших ваши деньги В то время как сыновья России отправляются сражаться, истекать кровью и умирать на земле ваших кузенов Украина — твой двоюродный брат, так почему же Путин отправляет твоих братьев воевать, истекать кровью и умирать? Идет конвой, растянувшийся на мили и мили, километры и километры Он продолжает останавливаться Это на пути к Голгофе, чтобы снова распять Иисуса, ибо это то, что представляет собой это вторжение. Иисус снова распинается Путиным в Украине снова и снова и снова Русские в этой колонне должны протестовать и бороться, чтобы остановить ее. Остановить конвой смерти Русские контрактники, зачем вы опять несете смерть на Голгофу? Вечная трагедия, русские мальчики отправлены истекать кровью и умирать Почему Для Путина и его коллег-миллиардеров Спросите себя, почему я должен быть частью этого геноцида Путин в своем теплом бункере далеко, его суперяхта Миллиардер двинулась от греха подальше в Германии Тем временем обычные русские пацаны в колонне на пути к смерти Сражаться, истекать кровью и умирать, а затем быть кремированным на полях сражений. ТАК твоя мама не может поцеловать тебя на прощание, пока тебя не похоронят Не обычный русский рядовой тебя сожгут в передвижном крематории И Украину может постичь та же участь ликвидировать лидеров В эту Пепельную среду по-русски по-военному Это безумие должно прекратиться Откажись умирать за ПУТИНА, останови конвой смерти, пока ты тоже не умер Русские рядовые, спрыгивайте с конвоя и отворачивайтесь от СМЕРТИ Это черно-белое без танцев Майкла Джексона Посмотри в зеркало и изменись Спрыгнуть с конвоя Смерти Прежде чем ты потеряешь свою душу Крик Останавливаться Вернуться назад и измениться Это не дорога в Дамаск Это дорога в Киев Но и те и другие одинаковы, воздержитесь от травли УКРАИНЫ Желтым не значит убегать от Зла Увидеть ГОЛУБОЕ неба, или Свободу Синий и желтый вместе – это УКРАИНА Итак, матушка Россия, слушай Это ваш собственный шанс на свободу Пока Военные Коты далеко, то Выходите Играть Демонстрации по всей России в 19:00 и 14:00 по выходным Покончить с этим ПУТИНЫМ Ибо без Свободы ты уже Мертв Да здравствует Украина

pereyti k soderzhaniyu Yumor Pis’mo tolstogo sedovlasogo pisatelya v ottenkakh iz Birmingema, Angliya. Yumor Pis’mo tolstogo sedovlasogo pisatelya v ottenkakh iz Birmingema, Angliya. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Maykl-Keysi/e/B00571G0YC O Elektronnaya pochta michaelgcasey@hotmail.com Doma O Elektronnaya pochta michaelgcasey@hotmail.com Doma Chernoye i beloye Opublikovano michaelgcasey03.02.2022Opublikovano vBez rubrikiRedaktirovat’Chernoye i beloye Sreda, 2 marta 2022 g. Chernoye i beloye Chernoye i beloye Net, eto ne al’bom Maykla Dzheksona. Segodnya Pepel’naya sreda 2022 goda – Vsemirnyy den’ molitvy za mir v Ukraine Yesli vy v Rossii, vot novosti Rossiyu nenavidyat vezde Iz-za voyny Putina russkiye etogo ne khoteli russkiye etogo ne khotyat Russkiye nikogda ne uvidyat, kak vozvrashchayutsya tela Potomu chto u Putina za spinoy mobil’nyy krematoriy 7000 russkikh ubity do sikh por, 1000 v den’, iz-za voyny PUTINA Ukraintsy, vashi rodnyye gibnut i ikh bombyat Ne fotobomba ili selfi Nastoyashchiye BOMBY, kotoryye vspykhivayut, ob”yedinyayutsya i ubivayut, krov’ povsyudu Bol’nitsy razbombleny, vse Mat’ Rossiya prosnis’ Demonstratsiya v 19:00 po budnyam i v 14:00 po vykhodnym. Rasprostranyayte informatsiyu v Rossii, pust’ Putin uslyshit vash golos Putin vystupayet za svoikh tovarishchey-milliarderov, ukravshikh vashi den’gi V to vremya kak synov’ya Rossii otpravlyayutsya srazhat’sya, istekat’ krov’yu i umirat’ na zemle vashikh kuzenov Ukraina — tvoy dvoyurodnyy brat, tak pochemu zhe Putin otpravlyayet tvoikh brat’yev voyevat’, istekat’ krov’yu i umirat’? Idet konvoy, rastyanuvshiysya na mili i mili, kilometry i kilometry On prodolzhayet ostanavlivat’sya Eto na puti k Golgofe, chtoby snova raspyat’ Iisusa, ibo eto to, chto predstavlyayet soboy eto vtorzheniye. Iisus snova raspinayetsya Putinym v Ukraine snova i snova i snova Russkiye v etoy kolonne dolzhny protestovat’ i borot’sya, chtoby ostanovit’ yeye. Ostanovit’ konvoy smerti Russkiye kontraktniki, zachem vy opyat’ nesete smert’ na Golgofu? Vechnaya tragediya, russkiye mal’chiki otpravleny istekat’ krov’yu i umirat’ Pochemu Dlya Putina i yego kolleg-milliarderov Sprosite sebya, pochemu ya dolzhen byt’ chast’yu etogo genotsida Putin v svoyem teplom bunkere daleko, yego superyakhta Milliarder dvinulas’ ot grekha podal’she v Germanii Tem vremenem obychnyye russkiye patsany v kolonne na puti k smerti Srazhat’sya, istekat’ krov’yu i umirat’, a zatem byt’ kremirovannym na polyakh srazheniy. TAK tvoya mama ne mozhet potselovat’ tebya na proshchaniye, poka tebya ne pokhoronyat Ne obychnyy russkiy ryadovoy tebya sozhgut v peredvizhnom krematorii I Ukrainu mozhet postich’ ta zhe uchast’ likvidirovat’ liderov V etu Pepel’nuyu sredu po-russki po-voyennomu Eto bezumiye dolzhno prekratit’sya Otkazhis’ umirat’ za PUTINA, ostanovi konvoy smerti, poka ty tozhe ne umer Russkiye ryadovyye, sprygivayte s konvoya i otvorachivaytes’ ot SMERTI Eto cherno-beloye bez tantsev Maykla Dzheksona Posmotri v zerkalo i izmenis’ Sprygnut’ s konvoya Smerti Prezhde chem ty poteryayesh’ svoyu dushu Krik Ostanavlivat’sya Vernut’sya nazad i izmenit’sya Eto ne doroga v Damask Eto doroga v Kiyev No i te i drugiye odinakovy, vozderzhites’ ot travli UKRAINY Zheltym ne znachit ubegat’ ot Zla Uvidet’ GOLUBOYe neba, ili Svobodu Siniy i zheltyy vmeste – eto UKRAINA Itak, matushka Rossiya, slushay Eto vash sobstvennyy shans na svobodu Poka Voyennyye Koty daleko, to Vykhodite Igrat’ Demonstratsii po vsey Rossii v 19:00 i 14:00 po vykhodnym Pokonchit’ s etim PUTINYM Ibo bez Svobody ty uzhe Mertv Da zdravstvuyet Ukraina

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    That’s your lot 17 or so languages, you count, 3,000,000,000 of you covered by me words

    so why not all of you say a Rosary, or whatever prayer you use in your faith

    Then a Tsunami of Faith will sweep Putin’s Evil away

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    Birmingham is Ballet plus Russian and Ukrainian Translations

    I hope this amuses Everybody and that soon we can all dance again,

    once Putin has been Removed

    Birmingham is Ballet ©

    By

    Michael Casey

    If you have been  following me on my site you’ll know that the pain monster attacked at 4am this morning, I had a cuppa and as I’d managed to waken my daughter I told her about this story. It will actually form a chapter in Tears for a Butcher the comic sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker, assuming I get around to doing it. I have a vain hope that I could borrow a legal secretary, then in 12 weeks the sequel would be done. I’ll just sit and dictate it.

    Now why Ballet? Well as you should also know my wife’s first friend in Birmingham was a ballerina from the Birmingham Royal Ballet. I was vetted in a straight bar in the Gay Quarter of Birmingham, by the ballerina herself. The bar is called The Queens Tavern, you can have a beer there next time you are in Birmingham at the ballet, it’s just up the side of the Hippodrome Theatre past the Subway sandwich place.

    Now if you put your 4 pints of Stella down on the coffee table Boris, and those three Subway sandwiches, eating alone again, then I’ll begin. Remember as ever these are all my copyrighted ideas.

    Catherine and Damien were ecstatic they had scored top marks in the Law exam, in fact along with their friends, Peter and Paul all four had scored top marks. All because one of the partners suggested they go to visit Marcus in the old people’s home, the one owned by The Old Forge and Singing Anvil Coop, but that’s another story which I’ll tell you later. But you may need another 10 pints of Stella Artois and 6 more Subway sandwiches Boris, but Annie can clear the table away for you, or Bettie her twin sister.

    Now where was I, yes Catherine and Damien and the other two had visited Marcus in the home, after his stroke he needed a little help but otherwise he still had it. So with Marcus’s help the four of them scored the highest ever scores in the Birmingham Law exams. Now it is a tradition that the Law firm that gets the best results gets a bottle of whisky from the other firms. As you may know if you wander around Saint Phillips cathedral area, we have a lot of lawyers in Birmingham. Obviously I worked at the best firm, Pinsent Masons, but I digress.

    So back to the tale, grace a Marcus as the French might say, the foyer of Catherine’s company was littered with whisky. Not bottles but cases of the stuff. As her company the gained the top 4 spots, the other firms thought it was only fair to send not a bottle but a case of whisky. I am probably underestimating the figure, but 30 firms sending 30 cases of whisky, equals 360 bottles of whisky.

    The senior partner arrived and raised half an eyebrow. It’s the legal results Sir, explained Tony on Security. We got a case instead of a bottle seeing as we did so well. 360 bottles. Yes Sir 360 bottles, litre ones too. The senior partner smiled, well if you put 5 cases upstairs in the boardroom. And the rest Sir? Well if I remember rightly it’s your Regimental Reunion soon, would it be an imposition if I asked you to dispose of it. 300 bottles may be a little too much to ask you to dispose of? I suppose we might find a good home for it all. Thank you Tony, said the senior partner. The senior partner stopped for a second, no he hadn’t changed his mind, oh by the way, ask Maggie our cleaning lady for the hangover cure, it works wonders, so I am well informed, touching his nose as he skipped away smiling. It was a happy ship their firm, one big happy family.

    So the night of the Regimental Reunion arrived, Tony had hired a room in the local bar, in the corner the prize, 25 cases of whisky. Not your rubbish stuff from Asda or any other supermarket. 40 year old malt whisky, they were lawyers after all, they had standards to maintain. In a neighboring bar Catherine and the others were celebrating too. Catherine and Damien were having a quiet fag, when 3 lads asked could they have a light, when Catherine held out her lighter one grabbed her arm, they were going to be robbed. Catherine let out a scream, one of the lads pulled a knife.

    Inside the Regimental Reunion things were going well, very well in fact, half the Tonys were tipsy. Ex army tend to work as security in Law Firms, and they always but always are called Tony, its almost like a religious cult. Ex army, law firms and the name Tony. If you don’t believe me ask Tony Cruise, the action film guy, is real name is Tony by the way. Catherine’s scream was heard, and like a mother running to save her baby half the room exited. But they were too late, blood had been spilled and bodies were on the floor.

    Somebody else had heard Catherine’s call, it was a ballet dancer new in town, like a new gun slinger. It was Anton Bollockoff from Russia. He had dashed and pranced and pranced and dashed, three times in fact. He had kicked them high and low, and low and high and high and low again. The assassins were on the floor bleeding. Are you ok, my dear said Anton looking into Catherine’s eyes and she looked into his. It was thunder and lightning, may I introduce myself. Damien screamed, the Tonys ran faster, as fast as 40 year old malt whisky allows you. You are THE Aton Bollockoff, the ballet dancer, screamed Damien, he was so excited. He had been rescued by THE Anton Bollockoff, nobody would believe him down the gay bar.

    The Tonys arrived and bounced the three criminals against a wall or two. You are banned from Birmingham yelled a RSM, another Tony took their photos, do you hear me YOU ARE BANNED FROM BIRMINGHAM, yelled the RSM. Now get lost, he would have used stronger language, the kind RSM have qualifications in but there was a lady present. Damien explained all. Tony from Catherine’s law firm thanked Anton Bollockoff if ever you need a favour just ask, you saved one of my girls and boys, I owe you.

    Anton Bollockoff knew when to leap so he leapt. If I could get into a good Italian restaurant tonight with the beautiful lady that would reward enough. Catherine swooned, delayed shock, Anton caught her in his arms. This was love at first sight, and the Tonys were there to see it, Damien was slightly disappointed, but he believed in love, he has watched Moulin Rouge 12 times already.

    So Tony took their photos too, he explained henceforth they were on the Angel list, never wait, straight to Heaven at any place in Birmingham where there was security. As for the 3 bad guys, they were on the Hell list, forever barred. Photos were appearing on mobiles all over Birmingham as he spoke.

    So thanking the Tonys, Damien, Catherine and Anton Bollockoff made their way across town to the new gay bar and then to the Italian restaurant. Were they afraid of meeting any nasty people along the way? No because Anton was with them. Besides every security camera along the way was following them and as they passed every bar and eatery a security guy or girl waved and spoke into their radio. It was as if the Queen was strolling by, with security watching.

    Damien had everything, a bright future in the law beckoned, but he wanted love. And you cannot buy love. He waved Catherine and Anton away as he queued outside of the new happening gay bar. He had a slight tear in his eye, all he wanted was somebody to love. He’d have a great future but without somebody to share it with. He brushed a tear of envy away from his eye. At that moment Martin appeared, Martin was the head of security, he was just checking the lines. Do you want a tissue he asked as he handed Damien a tissue, then looking at his phone he said, you are on the Angel list come with me.

    Once inside Damien had a cocoa with Martin, you can’t have alcohol while you are working after all. Damien offloaded his life to Martin, it turned out that as well as being a body builder, Martin’s dad was a lawyer. Only they had argued so Martin ended up having a security company instead of a law firm. They say that God works in mysterious ways, but that night they had found each other, 60 years they were together, but I’ll leave the future to God.

    Meanwhile Anton Bollockoff and Catherine were walking hand in hand through the backstreets till they arrived at the best Italian Restaurant in Birmingham. All the time security cameras and doormen charting their progress. The Regimental Reunion was I full swing, Tony was happy his eyes were everywhere protecting his children.

    At Don Camillo’s Anton and Catherine instinctively queued, a security giant and his small blonde pig-tailed girlfriend ushered them in. Paolo was a ballet nut and when he saw walked through the door he screamed. The best table in the house given to them, best food and wine was produced. Catherine was all loved up, here in front of her was THE Anton Bollockoff from Russia. He was wearing a very tight shirt and even tighter cream coloured trousers. She was in love in lust and in love again.

    People would have asked for autographs but one look from the pig-tailed security girl stopped that. Paolo refused payment, Anton said why not come to the ballet tomorrow for a full dress rehearsal, and the nice security people. So it was settled. Anton told Paulo to step outside then he asked Catherine to lean on a lamppost.

    What happened next cannot really be explained by a ballet baby such as I. But I will do my best, with Paolo standing on the steps of his restaurant Anton floated back and forth only to return to stroke Catherine’s hair, her face and shoulders. Away and return, away and return. A crowd of hundreds appeared, held back by security. This went on and on and on, like singing in the rain but without the rain, this is Birmingham not Manchester after all. Anton stroked her hair, her face, her shoulders, her behind, her breast, her thighs. Ever so gently, ever so romantically. Women and men fainted in the crowd, erotic dancing, ballet dancing while fully clothed. Catherine’s breathing increased, the crowds breathing increased. Anton Bollockoff was making love to every woman in the crowd.

    Finally it was just too much, 40 mins of balletic foreplay, Anton stroked a stroke too far. Catherine wheeled and sprung, she tore his shirt off in the street, Bollockoff shirt off in the street. This would be The Sun’s headline in the morning. She jumped on him and began to devour him on the bench outside the old church that was was now a 70s disco nightclub. For God’s sake get her to the church on time.

    The security saved the day as ever, the couple, it was close but not quiet, the couple were grabbed and carried up the street to the Novotel. They were flung through the doors of the Presidential suite. But then something wonderful happened as they stood naked in front of each other. Not the urge, the urge was there, very much there. They just showered together and each other but then they stopped, naked but in love. They spent the night talking, they were up all night, talking. Can it be true, can it be really true? Yes. The exact same thing was happening for Damien and his new life long love. Both couples had stopped on the verge of coupling. They wanted to be sure it was LOVE.

    Then they slept. 

    In the morning the Sun screamed out Bollockoff Shirtoff in the Street. As the couple talked and slept their love had gone viral. Everybody but everybody in the crowd had filmed it and uploaded it. Ballet Lovers Website crashed 14 times, such was the pull of the ballet. By afternoon on the streets of Bangkok you could buy a DVD of Bollockoff and the Mystery girl. To say Bollockoff was huge was a massive understatement. But what would transpire after breakfast would dwarf.

    Catherine arrived at her law firm and Tony smiled, she kissed him on the cheek. Tony on security blushed, he was like a proud dad, as all law firm security people are. Now a major new client had been visiting and as Catherine spoke fluent Italian she was ushered to the boardroom just to be on hand. Now as luck or Fate would have it, the client had been at Paolo’s restaurant the night before. This could be tricky very tricky, but he was a Ballet Nut. He did not want to want to talk about contracts just ballet. Catherine looked helpless and trapped for a moment, the senior stepped in, not as elegantly as Bollockoff but just as nice.

    If Catherine doesn’t feel too overwhelmed then I’ll permit it, he ventured, senior partners love their staff almost as the Tonys on reception, but with much posher language. Forgive me, I am just a farmer replied the Italian in clothes worth at least 10,000. He bowed and kissed her hand. So they talked business with Catherine doing a bit of translation. As talks had gone well, extremely well, the Italian could not keep his mind off Bollockoff’s performance. Catherine decided to do some of her own venturing.

    Actually, there is a full dress rehearsal today and Anton said I should sneak out over a long lunch break and come and see him perform. The Italian screamed and dropped his man-bag leaving a tiny tiny scratch on it. Could we, please, we have finished here, my cousin Marco would be so jealous if I saw Bollockoff first. The Italian gave his best pleading eyes to he senior partner. Well if you are sure the business is closed. The Italian drew out his most expensive yet stylist pen and signed the 200million deal.

    Let’s go and see Bollockoff he screamed in delight. The senior partner leaned over his phone and asked Tony on reception to tell the Italian’s driver to be ready. In the ride down in the lift Catherine told the Italian how she had met Bollockoff. So when the lift doors opened Tony was a superhero, putting Bollockoff on the angel list had been angels’ delight for the Italian. Bollockoff was at the restaurant as the Italian magnate and he had seen him dance in the street. The Italian kissed Tony on both cheeks, you should have a reward, Tony’s eyebrows formed question marks. The senior partner shrugged his shoulders, the Italian asked sheepishly would his man-bag be a suitable reward. The tiny scratch on it meant the Italian would not be seen dead with it. With the senior partner nodding his assent Tony accepted the gift. It was a PacoMacotaco man-bag not that Tony knew that till he googled the label inside. Retail value 4000.

    The car whisked them to the ballet, the lights had gone down but they were ushered to a box. The music started and the lights came on. As their eyes adjusted to the light Catherine could see the security from the restaurant and Paulo from the restaurant in the boxes beside them. Then as she looked about she realised the Hippodrome home of the Birmingham Royal Ballet was overflowing. Every security in  Birmingham had come. Invite one, invite all.

    Bollockoff and the Birmingham Royal Ballet were on fire, his energy had supercharged everybody. The fact that the other newspapers  had followed up on the Sun’s headline really made everybody feel happy. The show was an entire tour de force or whatever the French say. At the interval a miracle happened. Everybody got a drink, the Chairman of the Federation of Security Personnel Birmingham Branch had slapped down his American Express card and said fill everything and have every ice-cream in the building ready. It was a military operation, everybody but everybody was fed and watered in those 20 mins.

    Happy with smudges of ice-cream on their lips which eager girlfriends more than eager to lick off slowly, the security all sat in eager anticipation. They were not denied anything. Ballerinas danced and Ballet dancers pranced. It was like Christmas for a child. Grown men cried and their girlfriends had to console them, and they’d console them much more when they got home to bed. Afternoon delights are a regular feature if you work late nights.

    The Italian sneaked out his iphone and streamed a minute to his cousin in Milan. The cousin was so lividly jealous. As the curtain fell the entire audience leapt to their feet. The community of Birmingham security has lost their Ballet Virginity, and they wanted more,and when they got home they would have more ballet, but the horizontal variety. The corps to ballet bowed and the audience screamed.

    Bollockoff stepped forward, I am sorry if my performance was not perfect it’s my first time on this stage but I promise to improve here in my new home, Birmingham. I met somebody so special last night and we spent the entire night talking , just talking. So did I screamed Damien and Martin in unison. The audience roared their approval. Things could not get any better. Catherine screamed out, I love you. Italian and the senior partner could go to hell she was in love. The entire audience screamed out I love you.

    The corps to ballet bowed, the applause and screaming lasted 10 full minutes was like a pop concert. Then when the screaming stopped Catherine screamed again. It’s me, I love you. The spotlight moved to cover her, he’s seen her in the Sun now he’d spotted her in the crowd. The audience gasped it was her, the girl dancing or rather ripping his shirt off from Bollockoff. Anton saw the love of his life and dived into the crowd. His ballet dancing had lifted them up, now it was their turn to lift him up. So walking on palms Anton Bollockoff reached his girl. It was like Romeo and Juliette. Marry me and have all my babies he said in Russian. What did he say asked the audience? The Italian who also spoke Russia stood and with tears in his eyes translated. He said Marry Me and have all my babies.

    Versuvius erupted, Catherine was lowered to Bollockoff’s level and still standing on the hands of security they kissed. Then hand in hand they walked over the hands to the stage. The Italian kissed the senior partner he was so happy. His Milanese cousin would die, absolutely die. After a few more bows the corps to ballet were about to leave the stage when Anton hissed, do you trust me? Yes. So the Corps de ballet left the stage by walking over the hands of the audience.

    It took 90 seconds to empty the theatre they were all trained security personnel. Then outside the Hippodrome Anton reprised his dance from the night before, but with the Birmingham Royal Ballet improvising around him. If my mother were alive she would have thrown a bucket of water on them. As it was the Fire Brigade had been doing some routine checks so they decided to sprinkle the ballet. It was an utter internet sensation. Kirov can Bollockoff was the headline on the Sun the next day. Two days with 2 ballet headlines in the sun, was the editor drunk, or just drunk on ballet.  

    Linking his arm through the senior partner’s arm the Italian walked back to the law office, the crowds had gathered, his car could never get through now. I like you, your firm, your security Tony, I like everything, like a family, and I adore the ballet. This is the happiest day of my business life ever. Only when I bought the racing car company comes a 2nd closest, to this day. Ballet in Birmingham day, I think I’ll tell my biographer to write a whole page about it, maybe two.

    The Birmingham Royal Ballet went inside to change, Catherine and Anton decided to consummate their love in a box of the Hippodrome. Damien and Martin were ahead of them, in a box on the other side of the Hippodrome. As they say Ballet is Universal, the Birmingham Royal Ballet encapsulates it all. And yes I really was vetted by a Chinese Ballerina from the Birmingham Royal Ballet in the Queens Tavern about 20 years ago. Where do you thing the ideas come from?

    ok. if only I broke free via a Ballet, come on use your imagination, all of you

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    Майкл Кейси

    Если вы следили за мной на моем сайте, то знаете, что чудовище боли напало сегодня в 4 утра, я выпил чашку чая и, поскольку мне удалось разбудить мою дочь, я рассказал ей эту историю. На самом деле это станет главой в «Слезах мясника», комическом продолжении «Мясник, Пекарь и Гробовщик», если я соберусь это сделать. Я тщетно надеюсь, что смогу одолжить юридического секретаря, тогда за 12 недель будет готово продолжение. Я просто сижу и диктую.

    Теперь, почему Балет? Ну, как вы также должны знать, первой подругой моей жены в Бирмингеме была балерина из Бирмингемского Королевского балета. Меня проверила в баре для гетеросексуалов в гей-квартале Бирмингема сама балерина. Бар называется The Queens Tavern, вы можете выпить пива там, когда в следующий раз будете в Бирмингеме на балете, он находится рядом с Театром Ипподром, за закусочной Subway.

    Теперь, если ты поставишь свои 4 пинты Стеллы на журнальный столик, Борис, и эти три бутерброда Сабвэй, снова будешь есть в одиночестве, тогда я начну. Помните, как всегда, что это все мои идеи, защищенные авторским правом.

    Кэтрин и Дэмиен были в восторге от того, что они получили высшие оценки на экзамене по юриспруденции, на самом деле вместе со своими друзьями, Питером и Полом, все четверо получили высшие оценки. Все потому, что один из напарников предложил им пойти навестить Маркуса в дом престарелых, принадлежащий The Old Forge и Singing Anvil Coop, но это уже другая история, о которой я расскажу позже. Но вам может понадобиться еще 10 пинт Stella Artois и еще 6 бутербродов Subway Борис, но Энни может убрать со стола для вас, или Бетти, ее сестра-близнец.

    Теперь, где я был, да, Кэтрин, Дэмиен и двое других посетили Маркуса в доме, после инсульта ему нужна была небольшая помощь, но в остальном она все еще была у него. Таким образом, с помощью Маркуса четверо из них набрали самые высокие баллы на экзаменах по праву в Бирмингеме. Теперь стало традицией, что юридическая фирма, добившаяся наилучших результатов, получает бутылку виски от других фирм. Как вы, возможно, знаете, если будете бродить по району собора Сент-Филлипс, у нас в Бирмингеме много юристов. Очевидно, я работал в лучшей фирме, Pinsent Masons, но я отвлекся.

    Итак, вернемся к сказке, благослови Маркуса, как сказали бы французы, фойе компании Кэтрин было завалено виски. Не бутылки, а ящики. Когда ее компания заняла первые 4 места, другие фирмы сочли справедливым отправить не бутылку, а ящик виски. Возможно, я занижаю цифру, но 30 фирм, отправляющих 30 ящиков виски, равняются 360 бутылкам виски.

    Подошел старший партнер и приподнял половину брови. Это юридические результаты, сэр, объяснил Тони из службы безопасности. Мы получили ящик вместо бутылки, потому что у нас все получилось. 360 бутылок. Да сэр 360 бутылок, литровых тоже. Старший партнер улыбнулся, ну если поставить 5 кейсов наверху в зале заседаний. А остальные сэр? Ну, если я правильно помню, скоро у вас воссоединение полка, не будет ли это навязыванием, если я попрошу вас избавиться от него. 300 бутылок может быть слишком много, чтобы попросить вас избавиться от них? Я полагаю, мы могли бы найти хороший дом для всего этого. Спасибо, Тони, сказал старший партнер. Старший партнер остановился на секунду, нет, он не передумал, да, кстати, попросите у Мэгги, нашей уборщицы, лекарство от похмелья, оно творит чудеса, так что я в курсе, касаясь его носа, когда он убегал, улыбаясь. . Это был счастливый корабль их фирмы, одной большой счастливой семьи.

    Итак, наступила ночь встречи полка, Тони снял комнату в местном баре, в углу приз, 25 ящиков виски. Не ваш мусор из Асды или любого другого супермаркета. Солодовый виски 40-летней выдержки, в конце концов, они были юристами, им нужно было соблюдать стандарты. В соседнем баре Кэтрин и другие тоже праздновали. Кэтрин и Дэмиен тихо курили, когда трое парней спросили, можно ли им прикурить, когда Кэтрин протянула зажигалку, один схватил ее за руку, их собирались ограбить. Екатерина вскрикнула, один из парней вытащил нож.

    На собрании полка дела шли хорошо, даже очень хорошо, половина Тони была навеселе. Бывшие военные, как правило, работают охранниками в юридических фирмах, и их всегда, но всегда зовут Тони, это почти как религиозный культ. Бывшая армия, юридические фирмы и имя Тони. Если вы мне не верите, спросите Тони Круза, парня из боевиков, кстати, его настоящее имя Тони. Крик Кэтрин был услышан, и, как мать, бегущая спасать своего ребенка, половина комнаты вышла. Но они опоздали, пролилась кровь и на полу валялись тела.

    Кто-то еще услышал зов Кэтрин, это была балерина, недавно приехавшая в город, как новый стрелок. Это был Антон Боллоков из России. Он мчался, и скакал, и скакал, и мчался, фактически три раза. Он пинал их высоко и низко, снова низко и высоко и снова высоко и низко. Убийцы лежали на полу, истекая кровью. Ты в порядке, мой милый, сказал Антон, глядя Катрин в глаза, а она посмотрела в его. Это были гром и молния, позвольте представиться. Дэмиен закричал, «Тони» побежали быстрее, настолько быстро, насколько позволяет вам 40-летний солодовый виски. Ты ЭТО Атон Боллокофф, артист балета, кричал Дэмиен, он был так взволнован. Его спас Антон Боллоков, никто не поверил бы ему даже в гей-баре.

    Прибыли Тони и отшвырнули троих преступников о стену или две. Вам запрещен въезд в Бирмингем, кричал RSM, другой Тони фотографировал их, вы меня слышите, ВАМ ЗАПРЕЩЕНО В БИРМИНГЕМЕ, кричал RSM. А теперь заблудитесь, он бы использовал более резкие выражения, в которых у RSM есть квалификация, но там была дама. Дэмиен все объяснил. Тони из юридической фирмы Кэтрин поблагодарил Антона Боллокоффа, если вам когда-нибудь понадобится услуга, просто попросите, вы спасли одну из моих девочек и мальчиков, я вам должен.

    Антон Боллокофф знал, когда нужно прыгнуть, и он прыгнул. Если бы я сегодня вечером попал в хороший итальянский ресторан с красивой дамой, это было бы достаточно. Екатерина потеряла сознание, отсрочив шок, Антон подхватил ее на руки. Это была любовь с первого взгляда, и Тони были там, чтобы увидеть это, Дэмиен был немного разочарован, но он верил в любовь, он посмотрел Мулен Руж уже 12 раз.

    Так что Тони тоже сфотографировал их, он объяснил, что отныне они в списке ангелов, никогда не ждите, прямо в рай в любом месте в Бирмингеме, где есть охрана. Что касается трех плохих парней, то они были в адском списке навсегда. Фотографии появлялись на мобильных телефонах по всему Бирмингему, пока он говорил.

    Итак, поблагодарив Тони, Дэмиен, Кэтрин и Антон Боллокофф отправились через город в новый гей-бар, а затем в итальянский ресторан. Боялись ли они встретить каких-нибудь неприятных людей по пути? Нет, потому что с ними был Антон. Кроме того, за ними следили все камеры слежения по пути, и, когда они проходили мимо каждого бара и забегаловки, парень или девушка из службы безопасности махали рукой и говорили в их рацию. Как будто мимо проходила королева в сопровождении охраны.

    У Дэмиена было все, манило блестящее будущее в юриспруденции, но он хотел любви. И вы не можете купить любовь. Он отмахнулся от Кэтрин и Антона, стоя в очереди перед новым гей-баром. У него была небольшая слеза в глазах, все, что он хотел, это кого-то любить. У него будет большое будущее, но ему не с кем его разделить. Он смахнул слезу зависти с глаз. В этот момент появился Мартин, Мартин был начальником службы безопасности, он как раз проверял линии. «Хочешь салфетку», — спросил он, протягивая Дэмиену салфетку, затем, посмотрев на свой телефон, сказал: «Ты в списке ангелов, пойдем со мной».

    Однажды внутри Дэмиен выпил какао с Мартином, ведь во время работы нельзя пить алкоголь. Дэмиен переложил свою жизнь на Мартина, оказалось, что отец Мартина был не только бодибилдером, но и юристом. Только они поспорили, так что у Мартина вместо юридической фирмы оказалась охранная компания. Говорят, что Бог действует таинственным образом, но в ту ночь они нашли друг друга, 60 лет они были вместе, но я оставлю будущее Богу.

    Тем временем Антон Боллоков и Кэтрин рука об руку шли по закоулкам, пока не пришли к лучшему итальянскому ресторану в Бирмингеме. Камеры слежения и швейцары постоянно следят за их продвижением. Полковое воссоединение было в самом разгаре, Тони был счастлив, что его глаза повсюду защищали его детей.

    В «Дон Камилло» Антон и Кэтрин инстинктивно выстроились в очередь, их впустил гигант службы безопасности и его маленькая светловолосая подружка с косичками. Паоло был помешан на балете, и когда он увидел, как кто-то входит в дверь, он закричал. Им давали лучший стол в доме , производили лучшую еду и вино. Екатерина была вся в восторге, вот перед ней был Антон Боллоков из России. На нем была очень узкая рубашка и еще более узкие кремовые брюки. Она была влюблена в похоть и снова влюблялась.

    Люди бы попросили автографы, но один взгляд охранницы с косичками остановил это. Паоло отказался от оплаты, Антон сказал, почему бы не прийти завтра на балет на генеральную репетицию, и милые охранники. Так было решено. Антон сказал Пауло выйти на улицу, а затем попросил Кэтрин опереться на фонарный столб.

    То, что произошло дальше, не может быть объяснено таким балетным ребенком, как я. Но я сделаю все, что в моих силах, пока Паоло стоит на ступеньках своего ресторана, Антон плавает взад и вперед только для того, чтобы вернуться, чтобы погладить волосы Кэтрин, ее лицо и плечи. Уйти и вернуться, уйти и вернуться. Появилась толпа из сотен человек, сдерживаемая охраной. Это продолжалось и продолжалось, и продолжалось, как пение под дождем, но без дождя, в конце концов, это Бирмингем, а не Манчестер. Антон гладил ее волосы, лицо, плечи, зад, грудь, бедра. Очень нежно, очень романтично. Женщины и мужчины падали в обморок в толпе, эротические танцы, балетные танцы в полной одежде. Дыхание Екатерины учащалось, дыхание толпы учащалось. Антон Боллоков занимался любовью с каждой женщиной в толпе.

    В конце концов, это было уже слишком, 40 минут балетной прелюдии, Антон зашел слишком далеко. Кэтрин крутилась и прыгала, она сорвала с него рубашку на улице, Боллокову рубашку на улице. Это будет заголовок The Sun утром. Она прыгнула на него и начала пожирать его на скамейке возле старой церкви, которая теперь была ночным дискотечным клубом 70-х. Ради бога, отвези ее в церковь вовремя.

    Охрана как всегда спасла положение, пара, было близко, но не тихо, пару схватили и понесли по улице к Новотелю. Их вышвырнули через двери президентского люкса. Но затем произошло нечто чудесное, когда они стояли обнаженными друг перед другом. Не побуждение, побуждение было, очень сильно. Они просто принимали душ вместе и друг друга, но потом остановились, голые, но влюбленные. Они всю ночь разговаривали, всю ночь не спали, разговаривали. Может ли это быть правдой, может ли это быть правдой? Да. То же самое происходило с Дэмиеном и его новой любовью на всю жизнь. Обе пары остановились на грани соединения. Они хотели быть уверены, что это была ЛЮБОВЬ.

    Потом они спали.

    Утром Солнце выкрикивало на улице Боллокофф Рубахофф. Пока пара разговаривала и спала, их любовь стала вирусной. Все, кроме всех в толпе, сняли это на видео и выложили. Сайт любителей балета падал 14 раз, такова была тяга к балету. К полудню на улицах Бангкока можно было купить DVD Боллокова и девушки-загадки. Сказать, что Bollockoff был огромным, было огромным преуменьшением. Но то, что произойдет после завтрака, будет карликом.

    Кэтрин прибыла в свою юридическую фирму, и Тони улыбнулась, она поцеловала его в щеку. Тони из службы безопасности покраснел, он был как гордый папа, как и все сотрудники службы безопасности юридической фирмы. Теперь к нам приезжал новый крупный клиент, и, поскольку Кэтрин бегло говорила по-итальянски, ее проводили в зал заседаний, просто чтобы быть под рукой. Как назло или судьба распорядились так, что накануне вечером клиент был в ресторане Паоло. Это может быть сложно, очень сложно, но он был Балетным Орехом. Он не хотел говорить о контрактах, просто о балете. Кэтрин на мгновение выглядела беспомощной и пойманной в ловушку, вмешалась старшая, не так элегантно, как Боллокофф, но так же мило.

    Если Кэтрин не чувствует себя слишком подавленной, то я позволю, рискнул он, старшие партнеры любят своих сотрудников почти так же, как Тони на приеме, но с гораздо более аристократичным языком. Простите меня, я всего лишь фермер, — ответил итальянец в одежде стоимостью не менее 10 000 долларов. Он поклонился и поцеловал ее руку. Итак, они поговорили о делах с Кэтрин, которая немного переводила. Поскольку переговоры прошли хорошо, очень хорошо, итальянец не мог не думать о выступлении Боллокоффа. Екатерина решила немного поэкспериментировать.

    Вообще-то, сегодня генеральная репетиция, и Антон сказал, что я должна улизнуть во время длинного обеденного перерыва и прийти посмотреть на его выступление. Итальянец вскрикнул и уронил свою мужскую сумку, оставив на ней крошечную царапину. Можем ли мы, пожалуйста, мы закончили здесь, мой кузен Марко будет так ревновать, если я увижу Боллокова первым. Итальянец умоляюще посмотрел на старшего партнера. Хорошо, если вы уверены, что бизнес закрыт. Итальянец вытащил свою самую дорогую стилистическую ручку и подписал контракт на 200 миллионов долларов.

    Пойдем к Боллокову, — закричал он от восторга. Старший партнер склонился над своим телефоном и попросил Тони на стойке регистрации сказать водителю итальянца, чтобы он был готов. Спускаясь в лифте, Кэтрин рассказала итальянцу, как она познакомилась с Боллоковым. Так что, когда двери лифта открылись, Тони был супергероем, и включение Боллокоффа в список ангелов было ангельским наслаждением для итальянца. Боллоков был в ресторане в образе итальянского магната и видел, как тот танцует на улице. Итальянец поцеловал Тони в обе щеки, ты должен получить награду, брови Тони сдвинулись вопросительными знаками. Старший партнер пожал плечами, итальянец застенчиво спросил, будет ли его мужская сумка подходящей наградой. Крошечная царапина на нем означала, что итальянца с ним не увидят мертвым. Когда старший партнер кивнул в знак согласия, Тони принял подарок. Это была мужская сумка PacoMacotaco, и Тони не знал об этом, пока не погуглил этикетку внутри. Розничная стоимость 4000р.

    Машина отвезла их на балет, свет погас, но их проводили в ложу. Заиграла музыка и зажегся свет. Когда их глаза привыкли к свету, Кэтрин смогла разглядеть охрану из ресторана и Пауло из ресторана в ящиках рядом с ними. Затем, оглядевшись, она поняла, что ипподром, где размещается Бирмингемский Королевский балет, переполнен. Приехали все службы безопасности Бирмингема. Пригласить одного, пригласить всех.

    Боллоков и Бирмингемский Королевский балет были в огне, его энергия заряжала всех. Тот факт, что другие газеты подхватили заголовок Sun, действительно всех порадовал. Шоу было полным проявлением силы или как там говорят французы. В перерыве произошло чудо. Все выпили, председатель Бирмингемского отделения Федерации сотрудников службы безопасности швырнул на стол свою карточку «Америкэн экспресс» и сказал: наполните все и приготовьте все мороженое в здании. Это была военная операция, всех кроме всех накормили и напоили за эти 20 минут.

    Довольные пятнами мороженого на губах, которые нетерпеливые подружки более чем жаждут медленно слизывать, охрана сидела в нетерпеливом ожидании. Им ни в чем не отказывали. Танцевали балерины и гарцевали артисты балета. Это было как Рождество для ребенка. Взрослые мужчины плакали, и их подруги должны были их утешать, и они утешали их гораздо больше, когда они возвращались домой спать. Послеобеденные удовольствия — обычное дело, если вы работаете до поздней ночи.

    Итальянец тайком достал свой айфон и стримил минутку со своим двоюродным братом в Милане. Кузина так яростно ревновала. Когда занавес опустился, вся публика вскочила на ноги. Сообщество службы безопасности Бирмингема потеряло свою балетную девственность, и они хотели большего, и когда они вернутся домой, у них будет больше балета, но горизонтального разнообразия. Корпус балету кланялся, публика кричала.

    Bollockoff выступил вперед, мне жаль, если мое выступление было не идеальным, я впервые на этой сцене, но я обещаю стать лучше здесь, в моем новом доме, в Бирмингеме. Вчера вечером я встретил кое-кого особенного, и мы всю ночь разговаривали, просто разговаривали. Я тоже закричала Дэмиену и Мартину в унисон. Зрители взревели в знак одобрения. Вещи не могли стать лучше. Кэтрин закричала, я люблю тебя. Итальянец и старший партнер могли пойти к черту, она была влюблена. Вся аудитория кричала, я люблю тебя.

    Корпус балету кланялся, аплодисменты и крики длились полных 10 минут, это было как эстрадный концерт. Затем, когда крик прекратился, Кэтрин снова закричала. Это я, я люблю тебя. Прожектор переместился, чтобы осветить ее, он видел ее на солнце, теперь он заметил ее в толпе. Зрители ахнули, это была она, девушка, танцующая или, вернее, сдирающая с Боллокоффа рубашку. Антон увидел любовь всей своей жизни и нырнул в толпу. Его балетный танец воодушевил их, теперь настала их очередь поднять его. Так, прогуливаясь по ладоням, Антон Боллоков добрался до своей девушки. Это было похоже на Ромео и Джульетту. Выходи за меня замуж и рожай всех моих детей, сказал он по-русски. Что он сказал, спросили зрители? Итальянец, который тоже говорил по-русски, стоял и со слезами на глазах переводил. Он сказал «Выходи за меня замуж и рожай всех моих детей».

    Вспыхнул Версувий, Екатерину опустили до уровня Боллокова и, все еще стоя на руках охраны, они поцеловались. Затем рука об руку они прошли по рукам на сцену. Итальянец поцеловал старшего партнера, он был так счастлив. Его миланский двоюродный брат умрет, абсолютно умрет. После еще нескольких поклонов кордебалет собирался покинуть сцену, когда Антон прошипел, ты мне веришь? Да. Так кордебалет ушел со сцены, пройдя по рукам зрителей.

    Потребовалось 90 секунд, чтобы опустошить театр, все они были обученными сотрудниками службы безопасности. Затем за пределами Ипподрома Антон повторил свой танец накануне вечером, но с импровизацией Бирмингемского Королевского балета. Если бы моя мать была жива, она бы вылила на них ведро воды. Так как пожарная бригада проводила рутинные проверки, они решили посыпать балет. Это была настоящая интернет-сенсация. Киров может Bollockoff был заголовком на Солнце на следующий день. Два дня с двумя балетными заголовками на солнце, был ли редактор пьян или просто пьян на балете.

    Сцепив руку старшего партнера, итальянец пошел обратно в адвокатскую контору, собралась толпа, его машина теперь не могла проехать. Ты мне нравишься, твоя фирма, твоя охрана Тони, мне все нравится, как семья, и я обожаю балет. Это самый счастливый день в моей деловой жизни. Только когда я купил гоночный автомобиль, компания подошла к 2- му ближайшему, по сей день. День балета в Бирмингеме, думаю, я скажу своему биографу написать об этом целую страницу, может, две.

    Королевский балет Бирмингема зашел внутрь переодеться, Екатерина и Антон решили завершить свою любовь в ложе Ипподрома. Дэмиен и Мартин шли впереди них, в ложе на другой стороне ипподрома. Как говорится, балет универсален, Королевский балет Бирмингема воплощает в себе все это. И да, меня действительно проверяла китайская балерина из Королевского балета Бирмингема в таверне Queens около 20 лет назад. Как вы думаете, откуда берутся идеи?

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    Якщо ви слідкували за мною на моєму сайті, ви знаєте, що монстр болю напав о 4 ранку сьогодні вранці, я випив чашку, і коли мені вдалося розбудити свою дочку, я розповів їй про цю історію. Це фактично утворить розділ у «Сльозах для м’ясника», продовженні коміксів «М’ясник, пекар» і «гробовщик», якщо я зможу це зробити. У мене є марна надія, що я зможу позичити юридичного секретаря, то через 12 тижнів буде зроблено продовження. Я просто буду сидіти і диктувати це.

    Тепер чому балет? Ви також повинні знати, що перша подруга моєї дружини в Бірмінгемі була балериною з Королівського балету Бірмінгема. Мене перевірила сама балерина в прямому барі в гей-кварталі Бірмінгема. Бар називається The Queens Tavern, ви можете випити там пива наступного разу, коли будете в Бірмінгемі на балеті, це просто з боку театру Іподром, за бутербродами Subway.

    Тепер, якщо ви покладете свої 4 пінти «Стелли» на журнальний столик «Борис» і ці три бутерброди «Метро» і знову їсте самі, тоді я почну. Пам’ятайте, як завжди, це всі мої ідеї, захищені авторським правом.

    Кетрін і Дем’єн були в захваті від того, що набрали найкращі бали на іспиті з права, насправді разом зі своїми друзями Петром і Павлом усі четверо отримали найвищі бали. Усе тому, що один із партнерів запропонував їм піти відвідати Маркуса в будинок престарілих, який належить The Old Forge та Singing Anvil Coop, але це інша історія, яку я розповім вам пізніше. Але вам може знадобитися ще 10 пінт Stella Artois і ще 6 бутербродів Subway Boris, але Енні може прибрати стіл для вас або Бетті, її сестра-близнюк.

    Де я був, так, Кетрін, Демієн і двоє інших відвідали Маркуса вдома, після інсульту йому потрібна була невелика допомога, але в іншому він все ще мав її. Тож за допомогою Маркуса четверо з них набрали найвищі бали на іспитах з права в Бірмінгемі. Тепер за традицією юридична фірма, яка має найкращі результати, отримує пляшку віскі від інших фірм. Як ви можете знати, коли ви блукаєте по району собору Святого Філліпса, у Бірмінгемі є багато юристів. Очевидно, я працював у найкращій фірмі Pinsent Masons, але я відволікся.

    Тож повернемося до казки, як могли б сказати французи, благодать Маркусу, фойє компанії Кетрін було завалено віскі. Не пляшки, а футляри з речами. Оскільки її компанія зайняла перші 4 місця, інші фірми вважали справедливим відправити не пляшку, а ящик віскі. Я, мабуть, занижую цифру, але 30 фірм, що відправляють 30 ящиків віскі, дорівнює 360 пляшкам віскі.

    Підійшов старший партнер і підняв півброви. Це юридичні результати, сер, пояснив Тоні з безпеки. Ми отримали футляр замість пляшки, оскільки ми зробили це добре. 360 пляшок. Так, сер 360 пляшок, літрових теж. Старший партнер посміхнувся, добре якщо поставити 5 шаф нагорі в залі засідань. А решта сер? Ну, якщо я правильно пам’ятаю, що незабаром відбудеться ваше Полкове З’єднання, чи було б нав’язуванням, якби я попросив вас позбутися цього. 300 пляшок може бути занадто багато, щоб попросити вас утилізувати? Я вважаю, що ми можемо знайти гарний дім для всього цього. Дякую Тоні, — сказав старший партнер. Старший партнер зупинився на секунду, ні, він не передумав, до речі, попросіть Меґґі, нашу прибиральницю, ліки від похмілля, воно творить чудеса, тому я добре поінформований, торкаючись його носа, коли він бігав, усміхаючись . Це був щасливий корабель їхньої фірми, одна велика щаслива родина.

    Тож настала ніч полкового возз’єднання, Тоні найняв кімнату в місцевому барі, у кутку — приз, 25 ящиків віскі. Не ваше сміття з Asda чи будь-якого іншого супермаркету. 40-річний солодовий віскі, вони все-таки були юристами, у них були стандарти, які потрібно підтримувати. У сусідньому барі Катерина та інші також святкували. У Кетрін і Демієна було тихо, коли троє хлопців запитали, чи можна їм запалити, коли Катерина простягнула запальничку, схопила її за руку, їх збиралися пограбувати. Катерина закричала, один із хлопців витяг ножа.

    Всередині Regimental Reunion справи йшли добре, насправді дуже добре, половина Тоні була напідпитку. Колишні військові, як правило, працюють як охорона в юридичних фірмах, і їх завжди, але завжди звуть Тоні, це майже як релігійний культ. Колишня армія, юридичні фірми та ім’я Тоні. Якщо ви мені не вірите, спитайте Тоні Круза, хлопця з бойовиків, справжнє ім’я, до речі, Тоні. Почувся крик Катерини, і, як мати, що біжить рятувати дитину, половина кімнати вийшла. Але вони були надто пізні, кров пролилася, а тіла лежали на підлозі.

    Хтось ще почув дзвінок Катерини, це була нова у місті артистка балету, як нова стрілецька. Це був росіянин Антон Боллокофф. Він стрибав і гарцував, гарцував і стрибав, насправді тричі. Він штовхав їх високо і низько, і знову низько і високо, високо і низько. Вбивці лежали на підлозі, стікаючи кров’ю. Ти добре, любий сказав Антон, дивлячись в очі Катерині, а вона в його. Були грім і блискавка, дозвольте мені представитися. Дем’єн закричав, «Тоні» побігли швидше, настільки швидко, наскільки дозволяє вам 40-річний солодовий віскі. Ти — Атон Боллокофф, балетний танцюрист, — кричав Дем’єн, він був так схвильований. Його врятував Антон Боллокофф, ніхто не повірить йому в гей-барі.

    Прибули Тоні й відбили трьох злочинців об одну чи дві стіни. Тобі заборонили в’їзд у Бірмінгем закричав RSM, інший Тоні зробив свої фотографії, ти чуєш мене, ТЕБЕ ЗАБОРОНЕНО В БІРМІНГЕМІ, закричав RSM. А тепер заблукайте, він би використав більш жорсткі слова, такі RSM мають кваліфікацію, але була присутній жінка. Демієн все пояснив. Тоні з юридичної фірми Кетрін подякував Антону Боллокоффу, якщо коли-небудь вам знадобиться послуга, просто попросіть, ви врятували одну з моїх дівчат і хлопців, я вам зобов’язаний.

    Антон Боллокофф знав, коли стрибати, тому стрибнув. Якби я міг потрапити сьогодні в хороший італійський ресторан з прекрасною жінкою, це було б достатньо винагороди. Катерина знепритомніла, затягнувши шок, Антон схопив її в обійми. Це була любов з першого погляду, і Тоні були там, щоб це побачити, Дем’єн був трохи розчарований, але він вірив у кохання, він дивився «Мулен Руж» вже 12 разів.

    Тоні також зробив їхні фотографії, він пояснив, що відтепер вони в списку Ангелів, ніколи не чекайте, прямо в рай у будь-якому місці в Бірмінгемі, де є охорона. Що стосується 3 поганих хлопців, вони були в списку пекла, назавжди заборонені. Під час його розмови на мобільних телефонах по всьому Бірмінгему з’являлися фотографії.

    Тож, подякувавши Тоні, Дем’єн, Кетрін та Антон Боллокофф пройшли через місто до нового гей-бару, а потім до італійського ресторану. Чи боялися вони зустріти неприємних людей по дорозі? Ні, бо з ними був Антон. Окрім того, за ними слідкувала кожна камера спостереження, а коли вони проходили повз кожен бар і забігайлівку, хлопець чи дівчина з охорони махали рукою та говорили в їх радіо. Наче королева прогулювалася поруч із охороною.

    У Демієна було все, світле майбутнє в законі манило, але він хотів любові. І кохання не купиш. Він відмахнувся від Кетрін та Антона, коли стояв у черзі біля нового гей-бару. У нього була легка сльоза на очах, все, що він хотів, це когось любити. У нього було б велике майбутнє, але без кого б його поділити. Він змахнув з ока сльозу заздрості. У цей момент з’явився Мартін, Мартін був начальником охорони, він якраз перевіряв лінії. «Хочеш серветку», він запитав, передаючи Демієну серветку, а потім, дивлячись на телефон, сказав: «Ти в списку ангелів, ходімо зі мною».

    Після того, як усередині Демієн випив какао з Мартіном, ви не можете вживати алкоголь під час роботи. Демієн переклав своє життя на Мартіна, виявилося, що батько Мартіна, крім того, що він був бодібілдером, був юристом. Тільки вони посперечалися, тому Мартін в підсумку отримав охоронну компанію замість юридичної фірми. Кажуть, що Бог діє таємничими шляхами, але тієї ночі вони знайшли один одного, 60 років вони разом, але майбутнє я залишу Богові.

    Тим часом Антон Боллокофф і Кетрін йшли, рука об руку, вуличками, поки не прийшли до найкращого італійського ресторану Бірмінгема. Весь час камери відеоспостереження та швейцари відображають їхній прогрес. Полкове возз’єднання було в самому розпалі, Тоні був щасливий, що його очі скрізь захищали його дітей.

    До «Дона Камілло» Антон і Катерина інстинктивно стояли в черзі, велетень охорони та його маленька білява дівчина з косим хвостом ввели їх. Паоло був балетним горіхом, і, побачивши, що він увійшов у двері, він закричав. Їм дали найкращий стіл у домі , виготовили найкращу їжу та вино. Катерина була вся закохана, тут перед нею був Антон Боллокофф з Росії. Був одягнений у дуже вузьку сорочку і ще більш вузькі штани кремового кольору. Вона була закохана в хіть і знову закохалася.

    Люди хотіли б попросити автографи, але один погляд дівчини з охорони з косим хвостом зупинив це. Паоло відмовився від оплати, Антон сказав, чому б не прийти завтра на балет на генеральну репетицію, і приємні охоронці. Так було вирішено. Антон сказав Пауло вийти на вулицю, а потім попросив Катерину спертися на ліхтарний стовп.

    Те, що сталося далі, неможливо пояснити такою балетною дитиною, як я. Але я зроблю все, що в моїх силах, коли Паоло стояв на сходах свого ресторану. Антон пливав взад-вперед лише для того, щоб повернутись, щоб погладити волосся, обличчя та плечі Катерини. Геть і повертатися, геть і повертатися. З’явився натовп із сотень, стриманий охороною. Це тривало і продовжувалося, як співати під дощем, але без дощу, це все-таки Бірмінгем, а не Манчестер. Антон гладив її волосся, обличчя, плечі, спину, груди, стегна. Так ніжно, так романтично. Жінки та чоловіки знепритомніли в натовпі, еротичних танцях, балетних танцях, будучи повністю одягненими. Дихання Катерини почастішало, дихання натовпу почастішало. Антон Боллокофф займався любов’ю з кожною жінкою в натовпі.

    Зрештою, це було забагато, 40 хвилин балетної прелюдії, Антон погладив удар занадто далеко. Кетрін крутилася і стрибнула, вона зірвала з нього сорочку на вулиці, сорочку Боллокоф на вулиці. Це був би ранковий заголовок The Sun. Вона стрибнула на нього і почала пожирати його на лавці біля старої церкви, яка тепер була нічним клубом-дискотекою 70-х років. Заради Бога, заведіть її вчасно до церкви.

    Охорона врятувала ситуацію, як завжди, подружжя, було близько, але не тихо, пару схопили і понесли вулицею до Новотелю. Їх викинули через двері президентського номеру. Але потім сталося щось чудове, коли вони стояли голими один перед одним. Не потяг, бажання було, дуже багато. Вони просто купалися разом і один одного, але потім зупинилися, голі, але закохані. Вночі вони розмовляли, всю ніч не спали, розмовляли. Чи може це бути правдою, чи це дійсно так? Так. Те ж саме відбувалося з Демієном і його новою любов’ю. Обидві пари зупинилися на межі поєднання. Вони хотіли бути впевненими, що це ЛЮБОВ.

    Потім вони спали.

    Вранці Сонце вигукнуло на вулиці Bollockoff Shirtoff. Поки пара розмовляла і спала, їхнє кохання стало вірусним. Усі, крім усіх у натовпі, зняли це та завантажили. Веб-сайт любителів балету зірвався 14 разів, такою була тяга балету. У другій половині дня на вулицях Бангкока можна було придбати DVD з фільмом Боллокофф і дівчина-таємниця. Сказати, що Bollockoff був величезним, було значною мірою. Але те, що станеться після сніданку, буде карликом.

    Кетрін прибула в свою юридичну фірму, і Тоні посміхнувся, поцілувавши його в щоку. Тоні з охорони почервонів, він був як гордий тато, як і всі охоронці юридичної фірми. Тепер у гості був новий великий клієнт, і оскільки Кетрін вільно розмовляла італійською, її провели до зали засідань просто для того, щоб вона була під рукою. На щастя чи доля, клієнт був у ресторані Паоло напередодні ввечері. Це могло бути дуже складно, але він був балетним горіхом. Він не хотів говорити про контракти тільки про балет. Кетрін на мить виглядала безпорадною та затиснутою, увійшов старший, не так елегантно, як Боллокофф, але так само мило.

    Якщо Кетрін не відчуває себе надто перевантаженою, я дозволю це, — наважився він, — старші партнери люблять своїх співробітників майже як Тоні на прийомі, але з дуже шикарною мовою. Вибачте, я просто фермер відповів італієць в одязі вартістю не менше 10 000. Він вклонився і поцілував їй руку. Тож вони поговорили про бізнес з Кетрін, яка займалася перекладом. Оскільки переговори пройшли добре, надзвичайно добре, італієць не міг відвернути увагу від виступу Боллокоффа. Катерина вирішила зайнятися власною ініціативою.

    Насправді, сьогодні генеральна репетиція, і Антон сказав, що я повинен вийти на довгу обідню перерву і прийти подивитися на його виступ. Італієць закричав і впустив свою чоловічу сумку, залишивши на ній крихітну подряпинку. Чи не могли б ми, будь ласка, закінчили тут, мій двоюрідний брат Марко був би такий ревнивий, якби я першим побачив Боллокоффа. Італієць виклав свої найкращі благаючі очі на старшого партнера. Добре, якщо ви впевнені, що бізнес закритий. Італієць дістав свою найдорожчу ручку стиліста і підписав угоду на 200 мільйонів.

    Ходімо подивимось на Боллокоффа, — крикнув він у захваті. Старший партнер схилився над телефоном і попросив Тоні на ресепшені переказати водію італійця, щоб він був готовий. Під час спуску на ліфті Кетрін розповіла італійці, як вона зустріла Боллокоффа. Тож, коли двері ліфта відчинилися, Тоні був супергероєм, італійця внесли Боллокоффа в список ангелів. Боллокофф був у ресторані як італійський магнат, і він бачив, як він танцював на вулиці. Італієць поцілував Тоні в обидві щоки, у вас повинна бути винагорода, на бровах Тоні утворилися знаки питання. Старший партнер знизав плечима, італієць сором’язливо запитав, чи буде його чоловіча сумка відповідною нагородою. Маленька подряпина на ньому означала, що італійця не побачать мертвим. Старший партнер кивнув на згоду, Тоні прийняв подарунок. Це була чоловіча сумка PacoMacotaco, не те, що Тоні знав, доки не пошукав етикетку всередині. Роздрібна вартість 4000 грн.

    Машина повезла їх на балет, світло згасло, але їх відвезли до ложі. Почалася музика і загорілося світло. Коли їхні очі пристосувалися до світла, Кетрін побачила охорону з ресторану та Пауло з ресторану в ложах біля них. Потім, озирнувшись навколо, вона зрозуміла, що будинок Королівського балету Бірмінгема на Іподромі переповнений. Усі охоронці Бірмінгема прийшли. Запросіть одного, запросіть усіх.

    Боллокофф і Бірмінгемський королівський балет горіли, його енергія переповнювала всіх. Той факт, що інші газети продовжили заголовок Sun, справді зрадів усіх. Шоу було цілим tour de force або як там кажуть французи. У той час сталося диво. Усі випили, голова Бірмінгемської філії Федерації персоналу безпеки збив свою картку American Express і сказав заповнити все і приготувати все морозиво в будівлі. Це була військова операція, за ці 20 хвилин усіх, крім усіх, нагодували та напоїли.

    Щасливі з плямами морозива на губах, які подруги з нетерпінням більше ніж прагнули повільно злизати, охорона сиділа в нетерплячому очікуванні. Їм ні в чому не відмовляли. Танцювали балерини, танцювали артисти балету. Це було як Різдво для дитини. Дорослі чоловіки плакали, і їхнім подругам доводилося втішати їх, і вони втішали їх набагато більше, коли поверталися додому спати. Післяобідні ласощі є звичайною функцією, якщо ви працюєте пізно ввечері.

    Італієць вихопив свій айфон і на хвилину транслював до свого двоюрідного брата в Мілан. Двоюрідний брат так люто ревнував. Коли завіса опустилася, вся аудиторія підскочила на ноги. Спільнота безпеки Бірмінгема втратила свою балетну невинність, і вони хотіли більшого, а коли повернулися додому, у них було б більше балету, але горизонтальне різноманіття. Корпус балету вклонився, а зал закричав.

    Боллокофф зробив крок вперед, мені шкода, якщо моя гра не була ідеальною, це мій перший раз на цій сцені, але я обіцяю покращитися тут, у моєму новому домі, Бірмінгемі. Минулої ночі я зустрів когось такого особливого, і ми провели цілу ніч, розмовляючи, просто розмовляючи. Так само я закричав Демієна й Мартіна в унісон. Глядачі схвально вигукували. Справи не могли стати кращими. Катерина крикнула, я люблю тебе. Італієць і старший партнер могли піти до біса, в яку вона була закохана. Вся аудиторія кричала «Я люблю тебе».

    Корпус балету вклонився, оплески і крики тривали повних 10 хвилин, нагадували естрадний концерт. Потім, коли крик припинився, Кетрін закричала знову. Це я, я люблю тебе. Прожектор перемістився, щоб охопити її, він бачив її на сонці, тепер він помітив її в натовпі. Публіка ахнула, що це була вона, дівчина, яка танцює або, точніше, здирає його сорочку з Боллокоффа. Антон побачив кохання всього свого життя і пірнув у натовп. Його балет підняв їх, тепер настала їхня черга підняти його. Так ходячи на долонях Антон Боллокофф досяг своєї дівчини. Це було як Ромео і Джульєтта. «Виходь за мене заміж і народи всіх моїх дітей», — сказав він російською. Що він сказав, запитали присутніх? Італієць, який також говорив російською, стояв і зі сльозами на очах перекладав. Він сказав виходь за мене заміж і народи всіх моїх дітей.

    Верзувій спалахнув, Кетрін опустили до рівня Боллокоффа і все ще стояла на руках охорони, яку вони поцілували. Потім, взявшись за руки, пройшли через руки на сцену. Італієць поцілував старшого партнера, що так зрадів. Його міланський двоюрідний брат помре, точно помре. Після ще кількох поклонів трупи балету вже збиралися піти зі сцени, як Антон зашипів: ти мені віриш? Так. Тож кордебалет пішов зі сцени, пройшовши по руках глядачів.

    Для спорожнення театру знадобилося 90 секунд, усі вони були навченими співробітниками служби безпеки. Потім біля іподрому Антон повторив свій танець з минулої ночі, але біля нього імпровізував Королівський балет Бірмінгема. Якби мама була жива, вона б кинула на них відро води. Оскільки пожежна команда проводила звичайні перевірки, вони вирішили окропити балет. Це була повна інтернет-сенсація. Наступного дня в заголовку газети «Сан» був заголовок Кірова може Боллокофф. Два дні з 2 балетними заголовками на сонці був редактор п’яним, або просто п’яним на балеті.

    З’єднавши руку старшого партнера, італієць повернувся до юридичної контори, натовп зібрався, і його машина зараз не могла проїхати. Мені подобаєшся ти, твоя фірма, твоя охорона Тоні, мені подобається все, як сім’я, і я обожнюю балет. Це найщасливіший день у моєму діловому житті. Тільки коли я купив гоночний автомобіль, компанія прийшла до 2- го найближчого, до цього дня. Балет у Бірмінгемі, я думаю, я скажу своєму біографу написати про це цілу сторінку, можливо, дві.

    Королівський балет Бірмінгема зайшов всередину, щоб змінитися, Катерина та Антон вирішили завершити свою любов у ложі Іподрому. Дем’єн і Мартін були попереду них, у ложі з іншого боку іподрому. Як кажуть, балет є універсальним, Королівський балет Бірмінгема інкапсулює все це. І так, мене дійсно перевірила китайська балерина з Королівського балету Бірмінгема в таверні Queens близько 20 років тому. Звідки, на вашу думку, беруться ідеї?

    добре. якби я вирвався на волю за допомогою балету, будьте всі, використовуйте свою уяву

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    I've updated this 15th Sept 2024 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

    The Power of Peace with Russian and Ukrainian Translations

    The Power of Peace

    Close your eyes and Pray

    Why did PUTIN act this way

    Does it take an Earthquake to destroy all of Moscow

    Before the People see the Truth

    If Putin is so right

    Why is all the news hidden

    Let people use their own eyes

    But that is Forbidden

    I watched Fiddler on the Roof again, a few days ago

    What was happening there and then

    Russians hating their own neighbours

    And still it goes on

    This is Holy Week, when Christ washed his disciples feet

    Putin has just stolen all the money

    and would never wash anybody’s feet

    All Putin has done is take 30 pieces of silver

    to buy a Potter’s Field hidden away

    to hide the 21,000 Russian dead soldiers

    in just a few weeks

    Putin loves money, he does not love his men

    And as for Faith, he hammers nails in Christ every day

    And slaughters Christians in Ukraine in every way he can think of

    Russian Translation

    Сила мира

    Закрой глаза и молись

    Почему ПУТИН так поступил

    Нужно ли землетрясение, чтобы разрушить всю Москву

    Прежде чем люди увидят правду

    Если Путин так прав

    Почему все новости скрыты

    Пусть люди используют свои собственные глаза

    Но это Запрещено

    Несколько дней назад я снова посмотрел «Скрипача на крыше».

    Что происходило там и тогда

    Русские ненавидят своих соседей

    И все же это продолжается

    Это Страстная неделя, когда Христос омыл ноги своим ученикам

    Путин только что украл все деньги

    и никому бы ноги не помыл

    Все, что сделал Путин, это взял 30 сребреников

    купить спрятанное Гончарное поле

    чтобы спрятать 21000 погибших русских солдат

    всего за несколько недель

    Путин любит деньги, он не любит своих людей

    А что касается Веры, то он каждый день забивает гвозди во Христа

    И вырезает христиан в Украине всеми возможными способами.

    Sila mira

    Ukrainian Translation

    Сила миру

    Закрийте очі і моліться

    Чому ПУТІН так вчинив

    Чи потрібен землетрус, щоб знищити всю Москву

    Перш ніж люди побачать правду

    Якщо Путін так правий

    Чому всі новини приховані

    Нехай люди використовують власні очі

    Але це Заборонено

    Кілька днів тому я знову дивився «Скрипаля на даху».

    Що відбувалося там і тоді

    Росіяни ненавидять власних сусідів

    І досі це триває

    Це Страсний тиждень, коли Христос омив ноги своїм учням

    Путін щойно вкрав усі гроші

    і ніколи б нікому не мив ноги

    Все, що зробив Путін, це взяв 30 срібняків

    купити заховане Поле Поттера

    щоб сховати 21 000 загиблих російських солдатів

    всього за кілька тижнів

    Путін любить гроші, він не любить своїх чоловіків

    А щодо Віри, то він щодня забиває цвяхи в Христа

    І вбиває християн в Україні всіма способами, які тільки можуть придумати

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    Short stories from Birmingham readers in 172 countries so far HEAR ME READ ALOUD 207 stories written & read by me https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1VFNwQSaGBYgNgZdintU4ZKeAd73ijM4O?usp=sharing

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    I've updated this 15th Sept 2024 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 3,000,000 Words worth over 36years 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 102 now if he is still alive, so say a prayer for him 56 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 56 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, 35 years 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" 5000 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 167 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 167 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 5 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 or not at all, a merry go around of noise 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. Fresh Fields, i decided was a better title, when the USA election is over I'll launch it 96,000 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. my 2 daughters are at University now, so if you finally pay me, I can pass it on to them 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, it is the worse thing in my life ever, and I've had far to many horrible things. That's why I go the other direction and write comedy Michael Casey aka the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England https://2.gravatar.com/avatar/efda2dca0de5b9269191b7c8b0102473?s=400&d=mm

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    By

    Michael Casey

    Lech, Boris and Gregorgi were a bit unsteady on their feet, well the new batch of vodka was very fresh, still slightly warm when they tested it. They had used new ingredients, potatoes, in fact it was more Irish Poteen than Eastern vodka, it had a kick and a half. Brian down the allotment had a few potatoes left over so the boys took them away, and thought what use they could make of them.

    The new still in Warley Woods needed a bit of maturing, so if they made some poteen it would help flavour the inside of the still. Go ask a brewer if you want any more information, they used to say if you want to know the time ask a policeman, there was in fact a retired policeman who was a friend of theirs, he always knew the time. When a batch was ready, that’s why his face was always so red, sampling fresh home brew. But he did have perfect timing, he always turned up in time to arrest naughty boys, Tom was his name, Sergeant Tom, he always knew the exact time a new batch was ready in a still.

    There are laws about home brew and stills and amounts you can make for home consumption, but Tom was 1/2 Eastern, from Poland they said. So his views on amounts were more Eastern than Western. When his nose led him to the boys still, any other Policeman may have said I am arresting you. Tom just said give me a glass and then told them to add a bit more of this and that. A firm friendship was formed.

    They say back in this writer’s dad’s closest town the still was using the chimney back to back with the police station. A young and stupid policeman informed his sergeant, so the sergeant had the wet policeman transferred as far away from Castleisland as possible. When the sergeant retired all 20 public houses gave him a bottle, that was 1930s Kerry for you.

    But back to Tom, Tom and the boys are firm friends, lubrication is necessary, so let sleeping dogs lie was Tom’s philosophy,and dogs certainly lay down and slept after sampling Lech, Boris and Gregorgi’s home brew or still water. At Mrs Black’s funeral the bottle was punished and all her old dear friends were in attendance, the sandwiches were laid out on the pool table and there was a table with home brew and still water, plus fizzy pop for any stray children. Just in case there are any non drinkers reading this, still water is not posh water, its water that’s been in a still, as in vodka or poteen, now do I make myself clear, you’ll tell me you are a vegetarian next, God help us.

    Mrs Black herself enjoyed the after funeral feed, sitting on the side of the pool table she enjoyed the turnout. She hated how they had dressed her corpse, and sewed her lips together, she had enjoyed talking so much when she was alive. They all seem really sad that she had died, those Eastern boys were so kind too, the lips were loosened and the talk was good. Yet she could not join in, as her lips were sealed, well sown together, they had lost her false teeth so sewing her lips was the compromise. It was a good funeral, as good as many she had attended, she wondered what would happen next.

    The angel came to take her to Heaven, only she was not ready, the angel said he had 5 other spirits to take home. Mrs Black replied she just wished to try the spirits at her own funeral then she would depart willingly. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi had had plenty of spirits now, they swore they could see angel and some shadows next to it. Mrs Black hearing this stood right in front of the boys and begged them to cut her lips open. So drunkenly the boys whipped out their knives, this frighten the crowd. But they explained and the crowd just laughed. #

    It was hard to cut Mrs Black’s lips free, you try cutting thread with a huge knife if you don’t believe me, and if you’ve been punishing a bottle and its the lips of a ghost. You don’t want to cut yourself, nor cut the head off the ghost do you. Eventually Mrs Black’s lips were free, then she picked up a glass and toasted herself. She passed the glass back for the other spirits to share, the angel had nothing, not because it was boring, but because angels are tee total and never jump in where fools rush in.

    Now it must be the magical properties of Lech, Boris and Gregorgi’s still but all the ghosts appeared before the crowd, they were afraid. Well apart from Tom the policeman, he’d wasn’t afraid of anything, well except spiders. The boys had spirits in them, beside the Holy Spirit had a soft spot for them too, after all the Good Works they did, so the boys were not afraid. Just stay where you are everybody advised Tom, there room for all.

    So the ghosts had a few jars while the angel plucked on its harp, angels don’t have watches after all. Then as darkness fell it really was time for the ghosts to go to heaven, Percy the undertaker came running in, he’d found Mrs Black’s teeth. So Mrs Black the ghost grabbed her teeth from Percy the undertaker, and went happily into the afterlife. Lech belched, followed by Boris’ burp and Gregorgi’s rasping fart, so that sent the ghosts scurrying off to Heaven.

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    Michael Casey

    Lech, Boris and Gregorgi have been visiting this Christmas time, they said they only came to see Totoro the cat, as they have so much in common, Vodka. They also need to bring a few bottles home of the new batch for Miss Slapalotoff their old school teacher, just so she has some next to her Kalashnikov under her bed. Totoro of course likes to run about in the woods now that they are so close. Being a Ninja cat she likes a bit of vodka too, so naturally Lech, Boris and Gregorgi love her as if she were a dog. They do bring a bit of shopping for me as well, that’s a Slavic bit, enough to fill all my cupboards and freezer space, as if we were expecting a siege. They did bring some long johns too as they know I feel the cold more. They would have brought some long johns for Totoro too but she has her own fur coat, which has gone very fluffy lately.

    All in all we are all happy, they drove the water bowser all through Eastern Europe and through France and Germany so that they could bring the new batch of vodka home in one go. If may be technically illegal, ok totally and utterly illegal, but they say its holy water if anybody asks. As the writing on the bowser is in the Cyrillic alphabet if they say it’s holy water then it is holy water, besides at this time of year they are fully bearded up, just like monks, so would monks lie?

    So the boys decided it was time to go, so they climbed into their bowser and Totoro jumped on Lech’s shoulder like a witch’s cat though it was not Halloween. With that they were done, like 3 gunslingers and a cat. They parked the bowser on double yellow lines, nobody would steal it or move it. Then they wandered around the Christmas Market, lots of Polish voices from the stall holders, even though it was called a German market.

    As you know Lech is big because he is Polish, Boris is Ukrainian so is big and very tall, he cannot hide, and then Gregorgi is just so very very wide, as wide as the Russian Urals. They are all first cousins where their lands met and merged. So you can imagine when they strode down the street it was like a wave breaking on a beach, or like an ice breaker against the crowd. One old lady grabbed Lech’s coat to steady herself, Lech spun around and smiled. Make way for the lady, so her linked his arm with hers. Never in all her life could she feel such energy, a giant of a man linking arms with her, if only her husband was still alive. So she started to cry.

    As she cried the boys looked on, she reminded them of their teacher, Mrs Slapalotoff. So Boris got her a drink of beer, and Gregori got her a sandwich. Tororo climbed down and sat on her lap purring, the old lady smiled. God Bless you she said. They waved goodbye, but not before leaving 2 more beers for her to drink and another sandwich, Slavs love their old people. Maybe that’s why the boys like me, because of my silver hair.

    The boys carried on looking at all the things to behold at the Christmas market, people looked back, they were so big and bearded after all, and why was there a cat sat on a shoulder, jumping from each giant to the next. It was so noisy, then Totoro leapt, had she seen a rat in the crowd? No she had heard a woman cry, about all the noise Totoro could hear a cry and a scream. Totoro raced up an alley, a woman was in distress. The boys followed, the woman was going to have a baby, all the excitement and bussle had brought labour on  weeks early, she’s been a stupid woman to visit the market, while she as so far pregnant. But Jezza always called her stupid so she was trying to prove him wrong, so she would have her baby in the street.

    The boys immediately knew what to do, so they delivered the baby, but mother and baby still needed to get to the hospital. Totoro had in fact bitten the umbilical cord off before the boys could get a knife from their pocket. And yes the woman’s name was Mary, Mary Theresa. But she would name her baby boy Lech, Boris, Gregorgi, Totoro Cameron, for Cameron was her surname. Next Gregorgi held Mary Theresa in his arms with Lech and Boris in the lead, a human snowplough though the crowds. Tororo jumped from shoulders to shoulders making noises like a rabid cat, the crowds parted and mother and baby were handed over to a standby ambulance.

    It felt good, they had done a good deed, Mrs Slapalotoff would be so proud of them, they mused as they had a celebratory beer. No she would slap us for looking at a half naked women, she’d say we should have closed our eyes and delivered the baby that way. They laughed, but it was nice to have a baby named after all of them, but what kind of name was Cameron?

    The boys moved on through the market, you bleeding pooh, you dirty bent bastard. Somebody was cursing, not blessing this Christmas season, a small man, ran into them, he was scared beyond belief. 3 large men were after him. One each said Lech, one each said Boris, one each said Gregorgi. Stepping forward the boys blocked the cavemen’s path, they did not like bullies, not at home and not here in England.

    Out of the way you fat gypsies jostled the cavemen. Let me shake your hand and wish you a merry Christmas said Lech, let me shake your hand and wish you a merry Christmas said Boris, and let me shake your hand and wish you a peaceful new year said Gregorgi.

    Watching from a safe distance the intended victim saw what happened next, the cavemen’s hands were taken and twisted and the cavemen were spun around and pushed against a shop window. At home we have a word for people like you, it’s a very long word that you would not possible be able to pronounce not unless you have been to the East.

    The boys gently pushed the cavemen into the shop window, their squashed faces were seen on the cctv inside. In English we think the word is Nazi Bully, and you can only imagine just how much we hate Nazis and Bullies. So will say this once, being afraid of somebody because you don’t understand their way of life does not give you the right to torment them ever. We could be Gay too, though our wives know we never could be, but we all have brothers and uncles and friends who might be Gay or are Gay. So can you just be nice and not nasty, nasty Nazi Bullies only die in the end. With that still pushing the three cavemen against the shop window Lech, Boris and Gregorgi spanked them just as Miss Spankalotoff has spanked them all those years ago, though that was for calling Dimitri four eyes. Then they released the cave men, the boys then blessed them just as the Bishop does back home in the East. Dimitri went on to help build the rocket for the USSR space missions, he still sends them postcards.

    The victim has filmed everything and seconds later the three Slavs were national Friends of Gays. But they only had done what Miss Slapalotoff had instilled in them, Love everybody, a Slav is always your brother no matter what the difference. As they walked further around the market smiles greeted them. They were 3 Slav kings spreading Peace and Goodwill, though now danger was just around the next corner.

    A couple of drunken lads had bet each other they could climb the Christmas tree, so they were up it like a flash only their weight made the tree sway and what happens when a tree sways. Rock a By Baby by the tree top, when the tree sways the baby will fall, or so the rhythm goes. Now the two lads were swinging from the Christmas tree they were going to fall right on top of a mother with a baby in a pram.

    A scream from the mother, a gasp from the crowd, death and disaster at the Christmas market. Two cheeky lads falling the Christmas tree to their deaths, killing a mother and baby below. But NO. Miss Slapalotov had also instilled team work into the boys. Lech to the left ran and caught one cheeky boy. Boris to the right ran and caught the other cheeky boy. Gregorgi ran to push the mother out of the way. But what of the baby in the pram? Totoro had been sitting on Gregorgi’s shoulder so Tororo leapt and pushed the pram out of the way.

    A miracle, 3 Slavs, 2 cheeky boys, a mother and a pram with a baby in, and no deaths, all thanks to them and a cat called Totoro. The crowd erupted, this was what Peace on Earth was all about. Totoro was rewarded with the bottle of milk from the baby’s pram. The boys told the mother that breast was best, and she agreed, today was her first and last ever attempt a formula milk.

    So the boys stopped for a few more drinks before coming home. The three Slavs had come from the East to bring Love and Peace and Goodwill to all men. And I think they had achieved it. As they made their way back to the bowser their old school friend the rocket man Dimitri shouted from the crowd. He’d been at the market and had shadowed their every move, he thought they’d been fantastic. In fact he’d phoned the space station to tell Tim Peake the news, as he just loved stories.

    When they got to the bowser their was a parking ticket on it, so Dimitri made a phone call, he had friends in high places after all, not just in Space. A policeman to take the ticket away, then a police inspector. What’s inside asked the inspector? Rocket fuel lied Dimitri, flashing his NASA badge, he worked for them now. Ok, said the inspector. When the inspector left, the boys and Dimitri had a toast of rocket fuel drawn from the bowser.

    If Miss Slapalotov knew you’d turned into such a liar it would be you who’d have been spanked not us. I’ve been keeping an eye on you stills from Space you know. The boys blushed. Just make sure you add me to the list of people who get a bottle, oh and one for Tim Peake, he’s almost Russian you know.

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    By Michael Casey

    Lech was an altar boy in Cracow, this writer was an altar boy too but that was in Birmingham in the 1960s and 1970s, they do have one thing in common and that was Ghosts. Lech was big and strong and he’d punch anybody who said serving Mass was for mothers’ boys, he had a Faith as strong as he was. And besides he liked dressing up and carrying candles, it was fun and was very theatrical, especially the orb thing that you put charcoal in and the priest adds incense to, they you get to shake it all about. It was a kind of very smelly high, smoke everywhere.

    Lech was always the last boy to finish after the Mass or Benediction or the Funeral or whatever it was, because Fr. Thomas also shared a cigarette with him when nobody was looking. Fr. Thomas had been in the Missions and had come home to Cracow to die, he had picked up a few diseases while abroad and as Cracow had a good hospital the Bishop brought him home to serve in a small church so Fr. Thomas could be close to a hospital. The Bishop also happened to be Fr. Thomas’s friend from 50 years before when they were at school together. Fr. Thomas had beaten a bully, in fact he had knocked seven shades of, well you know the next word, so no need to say it. So Fr. Thomas had saved the future Bishop and that’s why they became friends.

    Lech reminded Fr. Thomas of himself, a big strong lad who was afraid of nothing, so that’s why they shared a cigarette when both should not. Fr. Thomas knew Lech would never be a priest, he’d be a father sure, but not a Fr. more like a father of 10. Lech was a magnet for girls, girls of all ages, 16 to 160 years old, they all thought he was so pretty, he’d tempt anybody even some of the statues of the saints scattered around the church.  

    It was just after Lech and Fr. Thomas had finished their cigarette one Thursday evening that Fr. Thomas collapsed, Lech caught him in his arms and saw the life slip away from him. Fr. Thomas gasped for breath but as he was dying he said “if I was a father a real father, you would have been the perfect son for me, just promise me you’ll give up smoking” Lech promised he’d give up the cigarettes and Fr. Thomas died with a smile on his lips. Fr. Thomas had died a “father”, with a son called Lech who was as big as and as strong as an Ox.

    Fr. Thomas’s funeral stopped Cracow, everybody came , priests galore, and everybody had a good time, Lech was the chief altar boy and he was given the honour of reading the passage from the Bible about Lazarus being raised from the dead and Jesus cried for his friend.

    After the burial all the were gathered around chatting, and having a crafty smoke, priest and nurses are devils for a cigarette, but you know that already. Lech was going to join in, but he could hear a voice in his head, promise me you’ll never smoke, it was almost as if Fr. Thomas was standing behind him. He had the cigarette lit in his hand, so instead he stubbed it out and put it in his pocket.

    At times of stress or sadness, we may all hear or see voices or shadows, or echoes or reflections, its normal when your mum dies, or when your favourite dog dies, you may hear it bark and so on. In Lech’s case whenever he reached for a cigarette he could hear Fr. Thomas’s voice, he could hear him asking him to promise not to smoke.

    Once he looked up from the cigarette in his hand and he thought he could see Fr. Thomas’s, reflection in the presbytery’s kitchen window, he spun around only nobody was there. If it was cannabis he could have explained it, but since Fr. Thomas’s death he had kept his promise not to smoke, he had always heard Fr. Thomas’s voice in his head just as he was about to put any cigarette of any kind to his lips. 

    This went on for 2 years, he could light a cigarette but as soon as he was about to put it to his lips the Voice the Advice from a Dead Priest was in his head. Finally he threw his cigarette lighter into the river that ran through Cracow, only as he was so angry at the dead priest he miss-threw it and it hit a girl on the side of her head and she fell in the street.

    Karolina was her name and she was a nurse who smoked like the devil, or she did till Lech picked her up from the gutter in the street. She was so angry, yet so beautiful, wouldn’t you be if an oaf, an ox had hit you with a cigarette lighter. Lech took out his dirty snotty handkerchief and held it against her head to stop the bleeding. As he apologised he looked into Karolina’s eyes and she looked into his, what would you do if you were a Polish girl from Cracow and a huge hunk was looking into your eyes. Well tell me, tell me right now, or I’ll stop the story. STOP.

    Ok, I stopped the story while I had a drink of water, Girls have you made up YOUR mind, what would you do to Lech? She battered him, but all the time he held his dirty snotty handkerchief to her wound, he had to stop the bleeding after all.  Then she laughed and laughed, then she kissed him more and more. Only a fool would behave in such a fashion taking everything she threw at him, be it blows or kisses but all the time holding a filthy rag at her face to stop the bleeding.

    The church was still open so Lech suggested they go back and she could wash her face. He also said she could go to confession to ask for forgiveness for beating him, then they started laughing again. It turned out she was single and that her boyfriend had dumped her when he found out just before getting engaged that she could not have children. Lech was angry and cursed him whoever he was, he even offered to beat the living daylights out of him. Karolina lost her heart to him at that very second.

    In church one of the confessionals had a light on so Karolina went inside to have Confession while Lech went to find the first aid kit. Cracow confessions are very quick, to the point and quick. Inside the priest said all you have to do is give up smoking, and then you’ll find a husband. Lech is a nice boy Karolina. I absolve you, and for your penance you must promise never to beat your husband Lech again. Karolina was dumbfounded, how did the priest know all about it.

    Lech came back with the first aid kit and tended to Karolina’s wounds, she said you have to go to confession now I’ve just been, so after putting a final plaster on her hear Lech went to Confession. Lech was about to confess when he heard the familiar voice of Fr. Thomas telling him he should marry Karolina, but he should stop throwing cigarette lighters about or he could really hurt somebody. As for having children, Michael Casey the Birmingham writer who translates into Polish, well he asked  Padre Pio for a wife and children, but he left it all up top God. So Lech just leave it all up to God.

    Lech left the confessional as white as a sheet, as if he had seen a ghost. He looked at Karolina, I will marry you and we will leave it up to God to see if we have children. Karolina got up from her seat and pointed, Lech spun around and there was Fr. Thomas was walking into the sacristy, he was arm in arm with another Cracow priest, Karol was his name in life.

    Lech and Karolina got married as soon has her wound was healed on her head. She only ever had two pregnancies, triplets, three girls, then quads four boys, making 7 children in all. Because when asked in the Bible how many times you should forgive, 7 times? NO 77x 7 times. Karolina forgave him 7 times, and that was enough for both of them.

    Lech, Boris and Gregorgi Chase a Thief ©

    By

    Michael Casey

    Popaloffoff is the name of Lech, Boris and Gregorgi’s home village, where Poland, Ukraine and Russia make love on the map. It minds its own business and likes it when others do the same. It does not matter is it Polish or Ukrainian or even Russian territory, it’s Popaloffoff  through and through. Everybody knows each other and any of the 3 languages will do. But American dollars are preferred, that is always best the world over.

    The Priest in Popaloffoff is called Tolstoy, yes really, he always has a Bible story to tell, it’s up to you the reader to decide which kind of story you prefer, a Tolstoy epic from the writer, or a Bible story from Tolstoy the Priest. Tolstoy the Priest always wears rose tinted glasses, not because he poses like a Pop star, or because the Bible makes him see things differently. But for a far far tragic reason, you see Tolstoy only has one eye. There was an accident or should I say incident, Tolstoy lost his eye when he was a young man, a young priest sent to Popaloffoff to tend the sheep.

    Tolstoy had and still has a fierce Faith, when the tide was turning in the War, the Nazi bastards were retreating, the people of Popaloffoff feared they would come and destroy their church, and their village. Anything to destroy the Soul of the people. Tolstoy said he’s take the Holy Icon out of the church and stand at the Pass in the mountains and pray that the Evil Nazis went away, went back from where they came from. So in the middle of Winter Tolstoy stood for 15 days holding the Holy Icon aloft. Mary Mother of Popaloffoff  protect us. And so she did, Tolstoy lost two toes and 2 fingers due to frostbite, but the village was saved from the retreating evil. Tolstoy put the icon back in a leather bag and was still saying the Rosary when he heard a motorbike.

    A Nazi SS man had wanted to see what was at the end of the Pass, so he had taken a motorbike and went alone to see what was what. Tolstoy spun around, you cannot pass, this town is under the protection of the Mother Mary, I have her icon here. The Nazi SS man laughed and drew his dagger. Tolstoy was tired and weak after the 15 days standing in the snow. So she has her eyes on your nothing village. YES said a defiant Tolstoy. So if she has her eyes, then you don’t need yours. Then the Nazi SS man stabbed Tolstoy in his right eye, leaving his dagger in the socket. Tolstoy screamed, his scream set off an avalanche, the Nazi was swept from the pass, only his motor bike remained. Tolstoy’s blood formed a cross in the snow, not an Iron cross, just a Holy Cross.

    Tolstoy took the motorbike and rode down the mountain to the village, they were safe, the pass was blocked and the retreating Nazi bastards would not bother them. The Blacksmith in Popaloffoff removed the dagger and used a red hot horseshoe to cauterise the wound. He did make sure the horseshoe was the right way up, so the Priest could say it was good luck. And that is why Tolstoy wears rose tinted glasses, so as not to frighten people with his looks.

    The Icon was returned to the village, and left in a place of honour. As for the Nazi bastard, the wolves had his body for dinner they are not picky who they dine on. So life went on in the village, minding its own business, until Tolstoy was crying from his one eye saying that the Icon was missing. This was over 70 years later, Tolstoy was still the Priest and though a bit slower, he was still loved so much. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi came running. Our icon is missing.

    Now let me try to explain, an icon is not photo of your favourite footballer, or a selfie of a President and a Dictator, though it can be hard to tell which is which. An Icon is something you treasure, like a wedding ring, or memories you have of your mother. It has value thousands or millions of times greater than it’s worth. As a work of Art and Love and Prayer combined it is in fact Priceless. In fact some Icons if sold would fetch millions of dollars, and Professional Criminals use Art of a way of moving money, like Bearers Bonds.

    And yes Popaloffoff’s icon was Priceless and worth many many millions, in fact when Andrew Graham Dixon, England’s greatest Art Expert happened upon Popaloffoff when he was on a hiking and food holiday with his Italian friend, he cried for 30 mins nonstop. Tolstoy had to give him a hug and Bless him. Andrew Graham Dixon was so overwhelmed, when he was allowed to examine it, he wondered about the blood stains on the back, so Tolstoy explained how he’d lost his eye and some fingers and toes years before. Andrew Graham Dixon cried even more. Then his Italian friend shared a recipe with the women of Popaloffoff, then everybody got blind drunk, if you excuse the expression.

    But now, but now the Holy Icon of Polaloffoff was missing. There had been a bus of tourists, who had had visited the day before, but they were long gone. That’s if it were them, but who else could it have been? Mother Mary of Popaloffoff Speak to Me, Hear my Voice, Hear my Prayer said Tolstoy the Priest, tears still streaming from his one good eye, as he fell to his knees in the middle of the square outside their church. Bori, Lech and Gregorgi sunk to their knees besides him, soon the entire village were on their knees praying. Mother Mary of Popaloffoff was moved, Tolstoy could hear a quiet voice in his head, I am always with you. Do not cry, an Icon is nothing, compared to my love.

    Tolstoy shook his head, I know, I know forgive me, but we want you back where you belong, here in Popaloffoff. Mary smiled, Tolstoy smiled, he’d bring her back if it was the last thing he did before he died. WE RIDE said Tolstoy as he got to his feet, Lech, Boris and Gregorgi wondered what he meant. They followed him, to the shed by the church. Inside was the Nazi’s motorbike, still in mint condition. There was no time to argue, Lech and Boris sat on the bike with Gregorgi and Tolstoy squeezed into the sidecar.

    As they roared off they sent a text message to Andrew Graham Dixon, our Lady of Popaloffoff STOLEN. That’s all it said but they knew he would help. In fact Andrew Graham Dixon sent a message to every Art Collector he knew, nobody could attempt selling it on, and if they did Andrew Graham Dixon would know and he had friends in Interpol. This was Sacrilege, then he cried, before having his beans on toast, with lobster and a Guinness.

    The trio of cousins did not know where they were going, they were just doing as their old priest told them. When they got to new main road they stopped. Left or Right? Tolstoy took off his rose tinted sunglasses and looked to the Heavens. A tiny voice in his head told him Left, so they went left. The Trio of Cousins wondered what was going on, but said nothing. On they rode, further and further away from the village.

    They came across a car with a puncture, so they stopped to help. They had to be good Samaritans after all. They did not have a jack just a spare tyre, so Lech, Boris and Gregorgi lifted the car while Tolstoy helped change the tyre. A family with a baby thanked them, as they were about to go Tolstoy asked had the baby been baptised. No, was the reply, so on the spot Tolstoy baptised the baby, with Lech, Boris and Gregorgi as Godfathers. The family were deeply touched and shouted God Bless You as they rode away.

    See a Blessing, said Tolstoy. But Fate and Evil always rears its ugly head, they were running out of petrol. They stopped at the side of the road, and what appeared coming from the opposite direction. A gang of Hells Angels. Tolstoy said, God is Good, as the Hells Angels approached, but he reached into his boot and brought out the dagger the SS Nazi had put in his eye. He’d kept the dagger all those years, now maybe he’s need to use it to defend himself.

    The Hells Angels circled and pulled over besides them, Tolstoy took off his rose tinted sunglasses. Perhaps they’d be impressed by his scar, they were. One lady on a bike actually puked. Then the leader of the Hells Angels spoke, Hi I’m Wayne from Fort Worth, we are on a biking holiday, how can we help. They were tourists on a trip of a lifetime.

    Tolstoy explained. Son of a Bitch, said the Hells Angels in Unison. Wayne texted his friend in the FBI, those bastards wouldn’t sell the icon in USA, or his name wasn’t Wayne Duke Hazzard III. So the Hells Angels said they’d ride with them part of the way. They had some extra petrol so they’d all be underway. Tolstoy asked could he ride pillion with somebody as he was a bit cramped in the sidecar with Gregorgi. So Tolstoy rode with Mary-Beth.

    As they rode Tolstoy asked, did she enjoy being a Hells Angel, she replied it was a bit of fun at weekends, as they had no children. Tolstoy remarked you have the breasts for a great mother, Mary-Beth laughed but there was sadness too in her laughter. So Tolstoy silently prayed for her and all the Hells Angels. Further up the road they went their separate ways. But first Tolstoy Bless all of Them, may Our Lady of Popaloffoff protect you. He also showed them a photo of the icon.

    Little did he know, little did the pretend Hells Angels know, what the future would bring. And on they rode, Tolstoy listening to the quiet voice in his head which was leading him to the Icon. It was getting dark, and they would have to stop for the night. But there was no room at the inn, a Beer Festival was taking place, so everywhere was booked out. But they were welcome to stop in the hay loft above cows in the barn.

    So they did, and luckily the cows did not complain about the smell, in their leathers they’d managed to get very smelly. In the middle of the night there was a commotion, one of the cows a prize one at that was having difficulty giving birth. The Inn Keeper came out running in his night shirt. He was so worried for has Beauty, for that was the name of his cow. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi knew what to do and they must hurry. So Tolstoy gave them the Nazi’s dagger and they cut the cow out, before sewing the cow back up again. Blood everywhere, but in fact two cows were born, one in fact a bull, that’s why the mum was having difficulty. When the boys had finished the vet finally arrived. He was impressed to say the least.

    The Innkeeper was delighted and in the morning made breakfast for all 4 of them, himself. Then Tolstoy said Mass in the carpark for everybody, and everybody said God Bless, and the cows in all the fields mooed in unison. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi wondered would they ever catch the Icon thief, but Tolstoy always said God was Good, and still the little voice in Tolstoys head encouraged him. In fact the voice was getting stronger, so Our Lady of Popaloffoff Icon was getting closer to them.

    They continued along the road, and there was nothing but fields, fields and fields. Then they noticed a sign, Air Strip this way. They stopped the bike, in the distance was a small aircraft. Fly, Tolstoy Fly was what the old priest could hear in his head. So the floored the motorbike, went as fast as they could go. But it was too late, the light aircraft was going to take off.

    But then Luck shone on them, the light aircraft turned around, it was heading towards them, it had been taxiing to the end of the strip. Now they had a chance. A chance to play chicken. Lech headed straight for the plane. The pilot thought he was mad, and so he was. You never steal from Popaloffoff, and never from a church in Popaloffoff, and Our Lady of Popaloffoff Icon belongs in only one place, Popaloffoff.

    Tolstoy stood up in the sidecar and took the Nazi dagger from his boot, then he prayed, guide my hand Mary of Popaloffoff. He threw the dagger into the engine as Lech passed underneath the light aircraft. 70+ years ago the icon had saved village, now he would save the icon.

    The plane stopped, and the engine caught fire, luckily they had a fire engine at the strip. Unlucky for the pilot and his 2 passengers there were Police galore hiding. All 3 bad guys were arrested. You see Andrew Graham Dixon and Wayne had both contacted Interpol and the FBI immediately. It turned out Art thieves were on a road trip, but now it was the end of the road, or rather the end of the airstrip for them.

    So Tolstoy was reunited with his beloved Icon, and several more were rescued. As for the dagger, Evil had been turned to good. One of the Policemen knew of a motor bike museum, so the Nazi’s motor bike was retired too, after it had been turned from Evil to Good. Then Tolstoy and the boys were given a helicopter ride home with the icon.

    Tolstoy held the Icon of Mary of Popaloffoff aloft and then sunk to his knees in praise. It was decided to put a laser alarm around the icon, the strange thing was though that Tolstoy could walk through the laser without setting it off. Our Lady of Popaloffoff knew he was a friend after all.

    There was the sound of thunder, coming down the mountain when she comes, singing ai ai wippy ai ai hey, as she comes. This was 9 months+ later you see Mary-Beth did have breasts for children. She had twins, and every other biker chick had had a child too. Mary-Beth liked to ride a bike, but, well, you know. So Tolstoy baptised all the babies, and Lech, Boris and Gregorgi suddenly had even more Godchildren. They all had new leather jackets too, on the back was the image of Our Lady of Popaloffoff with the Logo “Our Lady of Popaloffoff Angels”

    Lech, Boris and Gregorgi come in from the Cold ©

    By Michael Casey

    Now it’s hard when building work goes on and there is dust everywhere, when there is cursing galore, and that is just from mom and dad. Builders blush when they overhear such language, but building is a blessed thing, blessed with plenty of cursing. Anastasia was visiting family in the village, when she had a phone call from her granddad, the builders had let him down, now all he had was dust everywhere. This made her own problem small beer, she had bought a brand new car for herself as a graduation present, but it broke down repeatedly. The dealership just laughed at her and called her little Russian Princess. Now as Lech’s, Boris’s and Gregorgi’s wives chopped meat their blood boiled.

    Anastasia’s granddad was Denis Nellis, he was very very old now, but when he was very very young he was a sailor on the Artic Convoy to Russia, after the war he married the sister of a Polish Battle of Britain pilot. So he was a man of great bravery, who should be honored and as he had a connection to the village through marriage he was FAMILY. The boys’ wives sharpened their knives, but Anastasia said the Pen is Mightier than the sword, and far far sharper, with a wicked smile. The boys’ wives agree as they did some target practice on the back of the kitchen door.

    But where were the boys, where were Lech, Boris and Gregorgi? The Summer of 2018 was so terrible hot, some like it hot, as they say, but Gregorgi had a friend who owned a former Russian nuclear submarine, he had bought it in an army or navy surplus sale. He ran trips to the North, the far North, ½ way to the North Pole. Ice Station Zebra and all that. Some of the crew had gone sick, so Gregorgi had persuaded Lech and Boris to come and have an adventure, or were they little girls? So the three of them found themselves on an ice shelf playing football. The new or rather ex Soviet winter warmer clothes were being sold to the tourists as Lech, Boris and Gregorgi larked about on the ice. The pay was very good after all, and it was in US dollars, perfect, what more did they want.

    Their wives could bear it no longer, they dug out the old SW set and setting it to the emergency frequency they sent a message to the North Pole. Come home the dinner is getting cold, family matter to attend to. That was all it said, signed 3 wives. Now the American’s went mad trying to work out what it meant. The Russian’s wanted to know what it meant too. Only the British knew what it really meant. You see Anastasia had a secret, she had just signed on to work for GCHQ, so she had told them about her holiday plans, and having Denis Nellis as a relative had swung the interview for her, that and having a Double First from Downing Cambridge. Or the University of Monty Python as some card in recruitment called it, you see Downing was where John Cleese went, and Michael Winner and this writer’s brother.

    Lech, Boris and Gregorgi worried for a full minute, before finishing off the submarine’s supply of vodka, their wives could look after themselves, they knew how to use knives and riffles. So as the icicles melted from them they enjoyed their vodka, the trip had been a success and they’d been invited to join the regular crew roster.

    When they got home to the village their wives feed them well and took them to bed. They had to make sure everything still worked after the cold of the North Pole. In the morning their wife’s gave them the Eastern look, they explained about Denis Nellis and Anastasia. Then Anastasia explained about the builder saying her grandad would have to face facts and surrender to reality. The car company has said the same, just surrender to life. Now Gregorgi started to twitch, you never say Surrender to a Russian, after what those Nazi bastards did. Lech and Boris weren’t happy either, this was Family. The Scots never say surrender too, go ask the Black Watch if you don’t believe me.

    There was just enough time to finish all the food their wives had prepared while they were at the North Pole, then they made love to their wives 10 more times, before they were ready to hit the road. At David Nellis’s house it was like the Nazi bastards had shelled it. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi set to work. The bathroom extension with downstairs bedroom would soon be sorted. The boys worked like slaves, worse than slaves, they worked like men from the East, they worked like family. If you married into the East, then you were part of the East. They only stopped for 5 mins just to send me an email asking that I looked after Still 17 in Warley Woods, it would be reaching perfection too, by pure, 95% pure, coincidence they would be in England to taste it.

    When the dust settled Dennis Nellis had his bathroom and new bedroom downstairs. Gregorgi shed a tear, and for once his cousins did not mock him for crying like a little girl. This was family. I had tapped Still 17 and send the postman to deliver 10 litres, so toasting Dennis Nellis sailor from the Artic Convoys they got drunk. What else do you expect?

    Now Anastasia had not been forgotten, still hung over the boys decided to go visit the car dealership. The car dealer had ignored Anastasia, even though she was so pretty, and so very very intelligent. But boys will be boys, and they had come in from the cold, and their 3 wives had asked did they want to repeat their performance, once they had sorted out Anastasia’s broken brand new car. So they went to the car show room, now they could have physically turned all the cars over like turtles. Just as Big Sid does in the finale of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker.

    However they had seen the Full Monty on Dennis Nellis’s tv the night before, so they just played the music on their Spotify on their iphones so they started to strip. The girls in the car show room giggled and live streamed it on Facebook to their friends, they stopped giggling as more and more clothes came off. Where was the nearest Polish/Ukrainian and Russian food store, these were MEN with a capital M! The car showroom owner came down to see the still drunk cousins sprawled naked over his cars, leaving marks all over the polish, that’s polish not POLISH by the way.

    He tried to threaten them but this was no Spring Time for Hitler. Your Cars have one thing in common with us slurred Lech, Boris and Gregorgi, and what is that asked the car show room owner? BIG BOLLOCKS! And with that the boys left the showroom. And did Anastasia get a new car from the car dealer. No, he was going to offer, but the Police closed down his showroom after 100s of complaints, the Police even said he did not have a licence for Erotic Dancers so were able to close him down immediately. But Peter Stringfellow saw it all online and sent Anastasia a brand new car, a much better car. He did offer the boys a job as well, but they decided, The winner wives take it all, it was For Their Eyes Only.

    Lech, Boris and Gregorgi Rescue the Old People’s Home ©

    By

    Michael Casey

    Well as we are all stuck in the snow I’ve decided to share this story, you can believe it or not, its up to you. It’s 1st March 2018, Putin is boasting about his toys of war, as are other leaders. Can we just put these things away and advance science for all Mankind instead? The best of all our people is in its Spirit. So let me tell Putin and Kim and Trump a story about real Spirit. This is the story of how Lech, Boris and Gregorgi rescued 100 old people trapped in a blizzard with medicine and food running out.

    Now Popaloffoff lies somewhere in the East where Poland, Ukraine and Russia make love on the map. They make love in bed too but I’m just trying to give you an estimation of where it is. Up in the mountains along a winding road and perched like an eagle looking down on a fast flowing river is an old monastery that is also an old people’s home for locals.  So priests and shepherds live there, the priest paint icons and the shepherds produce the finest vodka anywhere in the world, if you live in that climate you need a good drink.

    This Winter 2017/2018 has been bad, today 1st March 2018 the weather is savage. Lech and Boris and Gregorgi got a call on the CB radio, Shepherd down, we are running out of supplies especially medicine. We may have to burn the icons to keep warm. Now to anybody in the East an icon is a Holy Holy thing, its worth more than gold, worth more than beating USA at the ice hockey. I’m  whispering this now but an icon is worth more than Vodka.

    So when the message came on the CB radio Lech, Boris and Gregorgi had to do something. The Blizzard could go to Hell, in fact it could kiss Gregorgi’s fat ass, and his ass was fat, very fat indeed. They mounted their snowploughs and drove to base. Grit was poured to over-brimming on all three trucks, and a trailer was attached to each. Not forgetting a case of vodka in each cabin. With a blessing from an atheist they departed.

    Only a fool, a madman, and a believer would even attempt it in this weather, but that would describe the Trio. In Popaloffoff they got the message that help was on its way, then the CB died. So they huddled together and prayed. A few of the icons were near the fire for when the firewood ended. Now as I said before Saint Michael considers Lech, Boris and Gregorgi to be his friends. As for the icons they have special powers too, but more of that later.

    Driving in a blizzard is no fun, the Trio laughed and joked and cursed at each other over the radio. They were on a mission, a mission from God. They were not Blues Brothers they were Slavic cousins, and they were better drivers. Slip sliding away they went, round and round a garden like a teddy bear one step two step and a tickle under there. Good job there was vodka on the seat beside them. It was barely above freezing inside the cab, though they had their furs to keep them warm. That bear had nearly killed them 10 years ago, but they had sworn an oath to high Heaven that if they did not die they would repay the favour. So now wrapped in that bear’s clothes it was time to repay that debt. Popaloffoff was calling them, I saved your 3 lives, now you must save the least of my brethren.

    It was logical, well logical to a fool, a madman and a believer, they were each and all of those things. They had visited Popaloffoff when they were kids and it had made a big big impression, so now, they had to do it, they just had to answer the call. Slip sliding away, the trailers sliding like a puppet on a string.

    Disaster almost struck. Lech was leading his plough veered to the left, then magically it shot to the right along the mountain road. Boris and Gregorgi swore they saw an angle appear and push his truck back on the road. Was it the vodka, it was hard to tell through all the snow. It was Saint Michael himself, he had skin in this game, as did all the angels and saint on the icons.

    After that save, like a diving ice hockey player in the Olympic final, Saint Michael was joined by a multitude of angels. If their icons were burned it did not matter, saving the lives of a Trio such as Lech, Boris and Gregorgi did matter.

    Now the road to Poploffoff is very dangerous and you an slip off and never be seen again, or until Spring comes and the snow melts. The wind howled and the snow fell. The vodka was drunk as the Trio drunk through the blizzard. How they stayed on the road nobody would ever know, but if you were an angel looking down you could see snow angels in the snow to the left and to the right as angels pushed the truck to keep it on the road. Hundreds of snow angels made in the snow by real angels. But you don’t believe me, do you? You think I’m drinking vodka?

    The fire was burning low so the priest with tears in his eyes put an icon on the fire. Then he closed his eyes, he did not want to see his sin. 100 people and more huddled around a fire with their eyes closed, begging the angles and saints to forgive them for their sin. The angles and saints were crying, not for their icons but because they were humbled to see such Faith.

    Lech, Boris and Gregorgi drove on the perilous road, slip, sliding away. They cursed each other more, to encourage each other more. Then a tragedy, the vodka was finished. They fell silent, not long to go now, they had to concentrate more, the road was at its most dangerous now. Saint Michael called for reinforcements, a wall of angels their wings outstretched with swords drawn lined the road. Nothing would prevent them from getting to Popaloffoff now, only the Devil himself had come to see what was happening, he had smelt the scent of burning icons.

    While Saint Michael hacked at the Devil with his sword Lech’s truck went over the cliff. It was hanging half on and half off the road. Boris and Gregorgi slammed on the brakes on their trucks. He would be dead in seconds. Only then 3 enormous bears appears and pulled the trailer and truck back on the road. The bears disappeared to be replaced by a golden angel, a beautiful golden angel.

    Nobody said anything they drove in silence up the mountain road to Popaloffoff. They entered the courtyard and ran to refectory where everybody had been gathered. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi handed out medicine and food and unpacked the supplies. A madman, a fool and a believer had saved the day.

    The Trio looked about and could see the icons that had been put on the fire. But when they took them out they noticed something, they wiped the soot away and the icons were perfect, intact. Babushka asked the trio to follow her to where she had been painting a new icon. She turned the icon around, and there Lech, Boris and Gregorgi could see a golden angle with 3 bears on it.

    I need a drink they said in unison. So they had a drink, a real good drink. In fact they were given the recipe for Popaloffoff vodka, so if you wonder why Lech, Bori and Gregorgi are in Warley Woods or any woods for that matter its is because they are attending to their still. Oh, and before I forget, I have an angel on my wall as I talk to you all. And as for golden angel icon with 3 bears on, that is on the wall in Putin’s private office, as well as a few bottles of Popaloffoff vodka. Pope Francis has been invited to Russia you know, maybe Putin will give him a photocopy of the icon, or just some Popaloffoff vodka.     

    Lech, Boris and Gregorgi Save Christmas ©

    By

    Michael Casey

    The cousins had decided to buy and trade a few old Army Surplus materials. Putin has updated his army so there was a lot of old kit being thrown away. So obviously the enterprising cousins decided this was their chance. There were all kinds of everything for sale at rock bottom prices, such as Arctic gear, and even parachutes and an ancient flame thrower or two. Junk to you or me, but to the cousins it was an opportunity.

    Sometime what is discarded becomes the most important thing, like a broken heart healed by love, or the dream of a dead mother on the feast of Saint Francis, that comes to heal and strengthen. But I’m talking about the Slav cousins, and their wives just laughed at them, they were just so stupid, but that made them love them the more. So as the wives sharpened their knives ready for the Christmas preparations, which meant death for some of the animals, but it for good purpose, to celebrate the feast of Christmas.

    Amongst the junk was an old military radio or two, so the cousins’ children were allowed top play with one. To their surprise they were able to contact some other children, so soon there was a radio friendship. It turned out that they had discovered School 76 in Novablizt, which was a fair distance from where they all lived. It was a boarding school for children of army officers, really they should not be talking to outsiders. But it was a military frequency on an old channel, so that’s how the wall came down.

    As Lech, Boris and Gregorgi rummaged through their treasure their children were enjoying the radio. It turned out that the parents of School 76 were in reality Space Engineers, they would not say more than that, but it was interesting to say the least. Now Christmas was approaching fast and the cousins had managed to sell boots and coats and the like, so they were content, they had at least made some money. There was the Christmas feast on the horizon and their wives were glowing, happy and so deeply in love. However when all the cousins’ children explained all the anticipated fun and love that they would have to the children of School 76 they were met with sadness.

    You see at School 76 the parents would be working far away, launching satellites into space for the highest bidder. Christmas was lost to them, duty came first, if only they got to see a fake Santa, it would be fun amongst all the books. Now Lech, Boris and Gregorgi were saddened when they heard this, Christmas without even a fake Saint Nicolas, this was too much.

    Their wives looked at them and all the children looked at them. We need to talk to your fathers said the three mothers. So the three mothers took the three cousins to the 3 bedrooms. It is always best to discuss things in a comfortable environment. 6 hours later, the mothers emerged smiling, and the cousins emerged too. It had been decided, the 3 mothers would sacrifice their 3 cousin husbands for Christmas. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi would bring Christmas to School 76.

    Now School 76 is not on any map as it was classed as Military even though it was just a boarding school. So a map reference was sent and Lech marked it on a map with Rudolf’s nose, that was all the map they would need. They loaded their snow plough with items they might need, and what could they bring the students? Boiled eggs painted and some English chocolate, Cadburys of course, and some Oranges. There was some vodka too, but that was for any stray teachers or caretakers. It was the thought that counted, there would not be any other gifts as such, or so was the plan. You see the school was in a remote area and Lech, Boris and Gregorgi may have to walk in the last leg.

    When School 76 heard the news they erupted. They would not only get one fake Santa but three. Carols erupted from School 76, but the could not tell the teachers, the caretaker staff as it was still technically called a Military establishment. So with a final kiss to their wives, who were probably pregnant by now, what do you think they were doing for 6 hours, knitting? So Lech, Boris and Gregorgi set off to bring Christmas to School 76. As they dove away a fancy 4×4 passed in the opposite direction, paths had been crossed.

    In the 4×4 was Mikhail Mikhailovich who you will remember was the Spaceman who had a visit from the Archangel Saint Michael, by sheer chance he was driving through Lech, Boris and Gregorgi’s village.Now there is no such thing as coincidence, there is only the will of God. Mikhail Mikhailovich went into the inn and had some food and a rest, he was going to plough on and get home for Christmas himself but then the Heavens opened and it was a Whiteout, a mountain of snow had fallen. So he just knew he’s be spending Christmas there, Mikhail Mikhailovich was soon telling tales and enjoying all the company. His eyes popped open wide when he heard what Lech, Boris and Gregorgi were up to, he had studied at School 76 himself in his youth before he became the world’s greatest Cosmonaut and then the world’s greatest storyteller.

    I actually drove past them, will they be safe? They are like Polar Bears replied the three wives, besides we’ll kill them if they don’t come back, as they brandished their knives. Besides we are all pregnant so they will not abandon an unborn baby at Christmas. How many weeks are you pregnant asked Mikhail Mikhailovich? About 15 hours not weeks came the proud reply.Mikhail Mikhailovich blushed, this was like one of his stories, but true.

    Mikhail Mikhailovich took out his satellite phone and recited another story so that Radio Russia would have a new story over Christmas. Then the military radio crackled, it was Lech, Boris and Gregorgi. Well we are 20k short of our destination, the snow plough cannot go any further so we will walk. We have skis and a sledge, it will be fun. Everybody looked out the window and saw the snow, it was deadly dangerous.Mikhail Mikhailovich took the microphone, hello I’m Mikhail Mikhailovich can I help in any way? We love stories replied the 3 in unison. I was meaning help in getting to your destination? We think we will be ok, we have vodka to keep us warm and multiple layers too, we have got old USSR army kit, so we should be just fine.

    Mikhail Mikhailovich looked about him, these fine people deserved their own Archangel, so he took out his satellite phone. In seconds he was talking to Chuck from the USA, his friend Tim Peak who was back in space again, and Petrov a fine Russian cosmonaut. Mikhail Mikhailovich was talking to the Heavens Above AKA the Space Station. Hello guys, do you want to test that new thing you have. In seconds it was decided, it was a method of tracking Polar Bears, but now it would be tracking 3 polar bears called Lech, Boris and Gregorgi.

    The only problem was their was no radio tracking device on a collar, just a vintage USSR radio. Looking around again, Mikhail Mikhailovich rung his good friend Esther, the mother of the zillionaire space satellite magnate. Shalom he began, and then Mikhail Mikhailovich explained, Esther would help he knew it. Ester put her cards down she was playing poker in Vegas, the winner chose which Charity got the pot, 10million had been raised just through her poker habit, if you can remember back to the Malta story. A phone rang in the situation room at the Pentagon, the ring tone was If I were a Rich Man sung by Topol, an actual one off recording just for a ring tone.If you are zillionaire then you can have such things.Sorry said the zillionaire turning to General Jim Mathis, mom insisted on the ring tone. In seconds all was explained and Esther went back to her poker, she wanted to win.

    The zillionaire looked around, I wasn’t going to show you this yet, but a friend wants a favour. So with General Jim Mathis looking on the zillionaire brought up the satellite image. It was not perfect but through the snow Lec, Boris and Gregorgi could be made out. We’re guiding them through the snow to School 76. So the zillionaire spoke to Mikhail Mikhailovich and then he guided the three cousins.

    In deep deep snow they went up and down and around and around , and this way and that way, leaving a trail as they dragged their sledge. High in space the zillionaire and brought a couple of other satellites into play, it was Christmas after all, they were not the three Magi, but they had friends in high places, very high places. But then disaster, the radio broke down, at minus 20 even a thirty year old USSR radio had to come to the end of their life.

    All we can do is watch and pray, said General Jim Mathis as he looked up from the book Esther had sent him, first edition of a Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.So watching from on high they all watched and prayed. Three cousins, Lech, Boris and Gregorgi would go around and around until the cold killed them. From space they tracked their route, then the zillionaire spotted a pattern. Marked in the snow was PAX VOBISCOM, or Peace Be With You. Then through the snow the satellite could see a sledge drawn by enormous reindeer, there was a giant of a man on board. The giant waved at the sky as if he knew the satellites were all watching him.

    Santa Claus himself had come to rescue them, if the Archangel Saint Michael had saved Mikhail Mikhailovich why shouldn’t Santa Claus save three Slav heroes called Lech,Boris and Gregorgi. And that is how Christmas was saved by Lech, Boris and Gregorgi or rather how Santa Claus saved them. School 76 had the best Christmas ever, 3 fake Santas plus the real thing. Now if you think this story is far fetched, just watch Norad track Santa this and every Christmas. And if you still don’t believe me, why are there photos of the Real Father Christmas locked in General Jim Mathis’ safe with a signed copy of a Christmas Carol on top. Marked 25 levels higher than TOP SECRET.

    Lech, Boris and Gregorgi’s big misadventure ©

    By

    Michael Casey

    The boys got off to a late start, they had left the magazine in the toilet, and they needed the magazine. What am I on about? Well the magazine belonged to Ivan and Ivan had given it to Lech with words of advice. Ivan was a very very old man and magazines was all he had in his life, because he was so very old. Lech was young at the time and as Lech and Boris and Gregorgi carried Ivan home Ivan had said Lech could have his magazine because he knew he’d be dead soon.

    The magazine was an old National Geographical one, in French. Lech just put it in his pocket and carried on carrying Ivan home with his 2 cousins. Ivan was right, he was dead soon. Ivan was 97 and the final 15 pints was too much for him. Ivan was found dead in his chair by the fire with a big smile on his lips, 2 days later.Everybody assumed he’d been sleeping off the booze, but when he didn’t feed his dogs people heard the howling and came to see what the trouble was. There was no trouble, Ivan was dead, as stiff as a poker, but with a big smile on his lips.

    His funeral was a great occasion with holy relics held in front of his coffin. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi dug the grave themselves as was the custom, you dig your friends and neighbours’ graves. Later in the day Lech looked at the magazine in French, but could not understand as it was not an Eastern language, but he enjoyed the pictures. Round things of all shapes and colours. And what am I talking about? Truffles of course. It was an article on truffles. Lech put the magazine on top of his wardrobe next to his riffle, and promptly forgot all about it.

    The snow was deep, and they had nothing planned so they were watching tv together, together with a large supply of alcohol, they were boys from the East after all, not girls from the West. Up popped and item on truffles, they would have dropped their beer glasses but luckily they were drinking from bottles so they did not, it’s a sin to waste good alcohol, ask your mother if you don’t believe me. Lech stuttered, ok he dribbled, so much money for those things. Ivan gave me a magazine with pictures of truffles in before he died years ago. Lech reached up to the top of the wardrobe, only he accidentally pulled the trigger, CLICK. They all ducked instinctively. Lech was from the East so of course there were no bullets in the riffle. He ws not an American after all.

    Together they looked at the pictures in the magazine, all the varieties and the price you could get just for small amounts. A small amount was as valuable as gold. As they flicked through the magazine a piece of paper fell out. It was in Ivan’s handwriting, it was a map and a message, we have truffles too, if you can find them. And that was all it took for the lads to think of having an adventure up in the mountains. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi the truffle hunters, not as dynamic as Indiana Jones, but it could make them a bit of money.

    Lech needed the toilet, so still clutching the magazine he left the others to throw some things together, they would be going truffle hunting. They climbed into the snow plough and had gone 3 km before they realised they’d left the magazine in the toilet. They needed the magazine to help identify the truffles. So they returned like fools for the magazine before setting off again. They drove 50 km into the mountains before the road ended. Now they would have to walk and climb. It was fun and a nice stretch of the legs, this was no Duke of Edinburgh Gold stroll, this was a nice men of the East walk, they did not have any Irn Bru they had 70% proof vodka.

    Looking at the piece of paper they reached spot on the map where the truffles should be. The only problem was that truffles are under the ground. And there was snow too. That did not deter them, they had their knives. So they dug through the snow and started digging for truffles,only stopping for the occasional drop of vodka. Lech’s knife has a history, he won it from Boris in a bet. So Boris was beaten by his dad, Lech’s uncle, the beating was a long one. But Lech bore it and never told his dad how he’d lost his knife.

    Gregorgi had bets with other kids as to how long the beating would last, in fact Gregorgi signaled to Boris to be cheeky so the beating would continue. Boris took his queue. Finally beating over, Gregorgi collected all the money and gave it to Boris refusing any commission. So Boris bought an even better knife and in fact he bought two. He gift wrapped one and left it in his dad’s boots. Boris’ dad nearly cried for joy, all he said was you know I love you dearly. Of course dad replied Boris, and if anybody says otherwise I’ll skin them alive with my new knife. Like father like son.

    So the boys hacked about for truffles, they even tried to understand what the French writing said. Then luck appeared, a wild boar came running towards them, it started rooting in the earth where the cousins had cleared the snow. Soon the boar had found various truffles, they had to wrestle the boar so it did not eat them. So they fed it bread with 70% vodka soaked into it. A drunken wild boar and 3 Eastern cousins truffle hunting with a National Geographical magazine in French plus a scribbled note from a long dead 97 year old man called Ivan. Of course this happened, this is the East, they don’t do walks in park, well can you all just shut up muttering and let me get on with the story.

    The boar fell over dead, probably too much rooting, but by now they had sack full of truffles. They were hungry and it was a pity to waste a boar, so they skinned it and made a fire, they had found some shelter by an outcrop of rocks. It had been a good day trip but now the snow began to fall heavily. Of course they don’t look at the weather forecast on an App, they just go where they want when they want, they were Men of the East. They were thinking could they find more shelter, when they heard a snap and a scream of pain.

    A mountain bear had been caught in a trap. The trap had caught it on the neck but had not killed it. They were going to shoot it to put it out of its misery but they remember when they rescued the people in teh old people’s home. So they fed the bear vodka soaked in bread, then together they removed the bear trap. They felt pity for the bear, so Lech took his belt off and tied it around the bear’s neck, the other two followed, 3 strong leather belts tied tight around the bear’s neck to stop the flow of blood. Then they rubbed boar fat from their dinner around the wound to seal it, then wastefully they poured a little vodka around the wound too.

    They could hear a noise, they followed the noise to a cave, 3 small bear cubs were inside, this was the mother they had saved. Now what would become of the bears? Gregorgi knew what must be done, so he picked one up and put it in his rucksack, the others followed. Mother bear was unconscious now, she might not make it. Gregorgi took his mobile out and pressed the distress button. He also took out a crumbed picture of an icon from his wallet and put it on the belts. They had done all they could for her, now they must save the babies.

    There was an old log below their campfire.They climbed inside and attaching their braces to the log the pushed off. This was Cool Runnings Eastern style, down the side of a mountain. Now 3 Eastern men in a log, was no gentle English story about a men in a boat. This was 3 growling bears in ruck sacks racing down a mountainside, with 3 Eastern men for company. Now the crumpled picture Gregorgi had left on the mother bear was a picture of the Black Madonna, so was she guiding the cousins down the mountainside.

    Back in the cab the snow plough started immediately, the amount of time they spent tinkering with its engine was more than love. They headed home,ringing the zoo to ask dd tey want 3 bear cubs. What a stupid question. But what of mother bear, a mother alone on a mountain, bleeding with only 3 belts tightly fastened keeping her alive. Boris rung his friend Olga, he told her to save the mother bear. Olga had a helicopter you see. Olga flew though the snow and scooped up the bear in a net.

    Yes mother and bear cubs all lived happily ever after. As for the dead boar, its death had saved the mother bear. The zoo called the mother bear Olga, and the baby bears were called Lech, Boris and Gregorgi. And what about the truffles, well Olga scooped them up too and as she flew to the zoo she dropped them from the sky to Lech’s garden. They were rubbish truffles not worth a penny, but the Black Madonna had saved Lech, Boris and Gregorgi, the baby bears I mean. Or so the cousins thought. A month later a French chef was visiting from Paris, he nearly fainted. The truffles weren’t worth any money. But chef did leave his 4×4 behind instead as payment for the truffles, and you know what on the dashboard an icon of the Black Madonna.  

    Lech, Boris and Gregorgi Check it Out ©

    By

    Michael Casey

    So your small girl is a big girl now, leaving home to go to University. I nodded trying to hold back the tears, the boys understood and put protective arms on my shoulder. She’ll miss Totoro the cat no doubt, but her little sister will send updates on the cat’s progress to her studying bigger sister. She may even miss her old dad, the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England. I began to sniffle, but the boys understood, they were Popaloffoff’s finest, they visited me often just to see how Totoro the cat was, or so they claimed. But now the family was scattering, they knew what they had to do and do it they would.

    The boys left me as I looked through the photo albums of my treasure soon to be far away in a different part of the country and I wouldn’t be there to protect her. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi went to the still hidden in the woods, the Vodka wouldn’t be ready for 3 more days. More than enough time to check out my daughter’s new home and University.

    As they drove their tanker down the motorway they phoned home, their wives all agreed, they had to do what they had to do. And if only they hadn’t been so spontaneously the wives could have prepared a gift. The Butcher’s Choice, a step by step guide on how to butcher pigs along with a lethal knife. They did not expect my daughter to become a Home Butcher and chef like them, however it also taught knife skills that a single girl might need in a hurry, and I don’t mean when an unexpected dinner party arrives.

    When they arrived at the University town the boys sat on a bench next to a drunk, so they asked the drunk all about the city in exchange for a tiny bottle of their fresh vodka. So that’s how they got the low down on the city, ask a tramp, they know everything. So first of all they went to the local Gay bar, and had a pint of Guinness each, by way of a change. The clients all thought Christmas had come early, or the were a Strip Act. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi laughed, we’ve done that before but only at a car showroom, the memories made them smile. Sorry but certain things are only for our wives eyes only.

    They explained that their friend, the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England had a pussy called Totoro, and that his daughter only got a cat 4 years ago as he promised her and her little sister a pet if he had a heart attack, or they could have a dog if he died. And now she was going to their city to Study. Is she Gay asked the clients? We don’t think so, it’s not something you ask somebody, of course she not, here’s her photo, so the boys showed my daughter’s photo. A few sighs went up, they were quickly silenced as the boys gave them a look. You see if she comes here she’ll be safe from BASTARDS, explained the boys.

    They had another Guinness each, this time on the house. In exchange they handed out a Holy Picture of the Icon of Mary of Popaloffoff. If you put that in the window, she’ll know she’s safe here, the owners of the club promised they would, wiping away tears as they did so. The boys left the Jester, they were no fools, they had found the 1st place of safety for my daughter. They did take the boys’ photo too and would place that next to the Holy Picture. Faith and Brawn, nobody would ever dare to even think of playing games there, a new symbiotic relationship.

    They went around town to sandwich bars, and coffee shops explaining the situation, at each place they handed out the Holy Picture of the Holy Icon of Mary Popaloffoff. Each place took their photo too and would display it next to the Holy Picture, something was happening, Mary of Popaloffoff was doing her bit but they were doing theirs too. The boys saw themselves just as cuddly Slav Bears, from where Russia, Ukraine and Poland make love on the Map. But to a University town in England, they were strong men from the Circus. One so strong, one so tall, one so very wide, not the kind of men you see in the back streets of a small university two.

    They were hungry now, so they went to Greggs only the machinery had broken and they may have to throw the food away. If we fix it, can we have free food? So a deal was done. In the East, you have to fix things, 2 metres of snow, who’s going to come and fix your plant, Father Christmas? So in one hour they fixed it. The staff were mightily impressed as were the queue of people who were all dying for what only Greggs can supply. Our Lady of Popaloffoff and the boys own photo was soon installed by the door.

    This had not been their plan, they just wanted to make sure my  daughter would be safe. Now over 200 Holy Pictures of Our Lady of Popaloffoff Icon were everywhere. There was a man walking with his nose in a book, he walk straight into them, spilling hundreds of Our Lady of Popaloffoff Holy Pictures everywhere. He bent down to pick them up, then he began to cry. It was Andrew Graham Dixon the greatest Art Critic in England, and friend of Popaloffoff, the boys each gave him a bear hug and kiss on the lips, like old friends do in the East. Andrew Graham Dixon took a copy of my daughter’s photo, phone to phone transfer and  said his Italian friend had a restaurant in the town, so should she want a job he was sure he could persuade his friend.

    So the lads were pleased, but now the most dangerous part was to be done. The drunk had told them about the bad side of town, so now they must confront it. They banged on the door and waited, 3 large men with Rotts appeared, the 3 men laughed at them. You are those bleeding poofs we saw in the street picking up all those rubbish leaflets up, and then kissing that bloke on the lips, bleeding poofs, just get lost or I’ll set the Rottweilers on you.

    Now you never ever ever speak to a man from Popaloffoff like that, or to anybody, straight or gay or any which way. And to say that a Holy Picture of Our Lady of Popaloffoff Icon was rubbish, was just too much. Lech looked at Boris and Boris looked at Gregorgi. They cursed the bad men with the worst word you can use in the East. NAZIS. After that the Rottweilers attacked, but punch on the nose had all 3 run away like puppy dogs. NAZIS Lech, Boris and Gregorgi  again screamed. In seconds those 3 hard men were no longer hard men, they were very scared men.

    All were going to ask, was that you turn this girl away if she comes to your club your place by accident, tell her to go home and put her in Mr George’s taxi, he is a nice man we met him today. But to say the Icon of Popaloffoff is rubbish, and then to set the dogs on us. That is to much. Being called Gay does not matter, one day one of our sons may say he is gay, or one of our daughters may say she is Lesbian. WE WOULD STILL LOVE THEM AS THAT IS OUR JOB TO LOVE THEM ALWAYS WHATEVER THEY ARE. We are from the East and we love our Motherlands just as we love our own mothers and daughters.  With that Lech, Boris and Gregorgi spat in the Nazis faces.

    Then there were Police everywhere, they had been watching the club, and knew a knew loads more drugs must be there with 3 Rottweilers to guard everything. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi had speeded up the process. In fact there was a reward, but they insisted it went to the Drugs Rehabilitation Centre.

    So that is how the boys spent their day. And yes the Chief Superintendent himself kissed the boys of the lips, much to the shock of the PCs, but he had a Russian wife, so he knew about the Culture of the East. There was one other thing to mention, inside the Holy Pictures was a tiny chip, and they would give my daughter an App, it would show her all the Safe Places, and guide her safely home, whatever the darkness.

    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.

    Worth more than Vodka ©

    By

    Michael Casey

    Now some things are worth more than Gold, like friendship, or a gun if you are a hunter, but to be worth more than Gold? For Lech, Boris and Gregorgi for anything to be worth more than Vodka? They were visiting me the other day, they said it was just to see if I was looking after Totoro the cat properly. They had a new still in Warley Woods, so to kill to birds with one stone they popped by. Their friend at NASA who knew Esther’s son the satellite guy, he’d started to send them texts with news from the stills. Some billion dollar technology, being used to make sure the Vodka was just right. Don’t ask me how, ask that nice lady Dr who created the Smiley image of a Black Hole. Only somebody as bright as her could explain, I cannot, the only black hole I know I’m sitting on.

    So the boys stocked up my cupboards with enough soup and beans to last a siege, then whistling Tchaikovsky they were gone. They were gone until darkness fell, they were panting, and Lech had something under his sheepskin. It was a baby with the umbilical still attached. Quick ring a doctor, he almost looked scared. I reached for the phone, but at that very moment Nurse Vicky came in for a cup of tea. Vicky was a retired midwife, sometimes God sends you things. Put him back under your coat she ordered. Then she grabbed tin foil from the kitchen and a pair of my old winter long johns. Then she wrapped the baby and ordered Lech to resume his warming.

    I’ll call the ambulance now, the child looks ok, but what about the mother, she could be bleeding to death somewhere. Where did you find the baby? In the woods. So the mother could be in danger? Asked Lech, Boris and Gregorgi their Slav sense of family coming to the fore. We have to go, to look for the mother. They headed for the door, Vicky interrupted, the mother could be anywhere, but you forgot one thing. Give me the baby now. So Lech carefully passed the baby to Vicky who then it against her own enormous bosoms, and smothered the newborn in love and warmth.

    The blue flashing light of the ambulance flashed outside, the boys disappeared over my back garden fence. This is more important than any vodka, we must find the mother. The warmth from the still had saved the baby, but now the mother must be found, the mother must be found. Their NASA friend sent texts but they had never replied, that was the deal. But now in their Black Hole of worry for the mother, they just had to. But what message should they send, could they send?

    Three Kings looking for Mary. He’d understand he was clever. So they texted it. Three Kings looking for Mary. The baby was safe and warm at City Hospital, what Vicky had forgotten was more than most knew. The baby was called Michael, she didn’t tell me, but as it was a boy and it was my house, so it was small Michael. The Police said the mother could be lost in the woods, but was probably long gone, so no search till daylight, just in case.

    For the boys, NOW means NOW, they were all fathers, what if it were one of their daughters? They had to look, they had to look. They were Slavs, a daughter in trouble had to be loved, had to be loved. At Nasa a message to a restricted number flags up big time. All the Spy agencies were on the case. And what did Three Kings looking for Mary mean?

    Their friend knew immediately, it’s my 3 friends from school back in the Homeland where Russia/Poland and Ukraine make love on the map. They are looking for a mother obviously. Who is Mary then? Mary was a new mother, so they are looking for a new mother. But why look for a new mother? Probably because because they found her baby. It’s an abandoned baby. It must be that. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi knew he was clever, he did work for Nasa after all.

    Lech’s phone rang, it was Nasa. Could their friend help find the mother. Their friend looked at array of top Nasa and spy agency people looking at him. Well I left the East to work here, prove to me you have a heart. The man in the suit took out his phone and showed a picture of a new born. This is my first granddaughter she was born yesterday in England. The man in the suit said two words. DO IT!

    And that is how billion dollar satellites were used to find Mary and help the Three Kings bring her offerings. As the woods were dark and only heat would show up in space the new super dupper satellite was tested. It spotted the bulk of the boys easily. A search area and grid pattern was assigned and the satellites put to work. The girl from the Black Hole discovery teams poked her head around the corner, what’s going on. They told her, so she found a space and opened her laptop and did some space magic.

    A few foxes in woods were spotted and a few stray birds flying past. But what if “Mary” the mother had fallen, her signature wood be smaller. The lady Dr worked away at her laptop. Lech Boris and Gregorgi were hunting frantically but not very successfully. They found a bloody bag and waved to space then phoned in the news. This was added to the plot. This went on for two hours the woods were so big after all. Saint Jude help us screamed Lech and Boris with Gregorgi echoing their prayers.

    In the Space Station the Russian crew told the rest what was going on, they all said Saint Jude’s prayer. Friends in higher places were needed. Then not one, two, three or four, but five sparks of life and light came up from Space, including the Space Station. Saint Jude does not mess about.

    The Black Hole Dr Lady jumped up, there she pointed at the wall size screen. In Polish/Russian and Ukrainian the Nasa people and Spooks screamed instructions to Lech, Boris and Gregorgi. The Three Kings have found Mary flashed all over the world’s satellites. The old joke used to be why did the Americans  get to the Moon first, they had more German scientists than the Russians. But now, but now the Three Kings from the East had found Mary lost in the woods.

    The girl really did need medical attention, and her name really was Mary. The Spy people had a helicopter on standby and Lech, Boris and Gregorgi  waved and it descended into the black hole and took her back to the light. But what about their still, it would be lost, and the Police would be nosey etc. GCHQ in England knew what was going on, that’s their job, Prince William will tell you that if ever you meet him by the coffee machine. As luck would have it the new head of GCHQ was call Havis McTavish from a very long line of Scottish Whisky makers. Do you think he’d let anybody know what had happened the night before. I should cocoa, I repeat I should cocoa. GCHQ slapped a D notice with a 30 year rule on everything.

    Nobody or nothing would ever know what happened. A man had found a baby and given it to Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham,the one in England. His dear friend Vicky a midwife had taken it to hospital. Then another man out walking his dog had found the mother. Full Stop, Period as the Americans say. Or as  Intelligence sources say. MIND YOU OWN BUSINESS.

    There is a p.s. to this story. The man in the suit came to England to see his new grandchild and obviously he’s so high up he gets Police escort. The Police handed him, a brown paper bag with a 2 litre bottle of fresh Vodka in it. Tied to the bottle on a luggage label was written in Polish/Ukrainian and Russian, with love from The Three Kings and baby Michael. I heard that Havis McTavis from GCHQ also got one, Prince William told me at the coffee machine, he delivered it personally.

    Be Kind to me, and tell Polish/Ukrainian/Russians to read my stories

    The 3 first cousins are from Popaloffoff and any language will do, any USD dollars are accepted too. Peace and Goodwill and lots of Vodka to Everybody

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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&nbsp;View more posts

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    I've updated this 15th Sept 2024 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 3,000,000 Words worth over 36years 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 102 now if he is still alive, so say a prayer for him 56 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 56 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, 35 years 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" 5000 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 167 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 167 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 5 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 or not at all, a merry go around of noise 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. Fresh Fields, i decided was a better title, when the USA election is over I'll launch it 96,000 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. my 2 daughters are at University now, so if you finally pay me, I can pass it on to them 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, it is the worse thing in my life ever, and I've had far to many horrible things. That's why I go the other direction and write comedy Michael Casey aka the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England https://2.gravatar.com/avatar/efda2dca0de5b9269191b7c8b0102473?s=400&d=mm

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