Tuesday, 25 February 2020

Tyson Fury and Me

Tyson Fury and Me
Tyson Fury and Me. He is 6feet 9inches and 115kilos I am 5feet 10 inches & 118kilos We have nothing in common But I remain the fat (heavy weight) writer in shades because I am denser than him not a lot of people know that, as Michael Caine might say









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Saturday, 22 February 2020

The Navvy

The Navvy (c)
By
Michael Casey
Now as Donald Trump flies off to India I was thinking what to talk about today, then as I looked out the window the answer lay there. The Navvy, you see Virgin Media are laying cable everywhere, its suppose to be the fastest and the best, according to the reviews. Sadly out of my price range, but if you are reading this Richard, feel free to give me the whole package for free, and I’ll thank you in pectore if I spelt that right. But obviously that’ll never happen, not unless it’s him in American Samoa who is reading me. Though it’s probably a desk clerk bored with porn who is reading me.
Now a Navvy is a misspelling of Navy, no Donald it is not, word blindness is a bad thing, it slows you down, you get tenses wrong, P for B and so on, and yes I do all that, but maybe it’s because I’m too fast. So let’s hold hands Donald and tip toe through the Tulips, just watch of for Tiny Tim, you know the boy from a Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens, the British Writer who pees all over Twain, leaving his Mark on him. But enough of the friendly Literary Rivalry. Charles is best period as you say over there, though over here a period is well, a period.
Now as you also know a Navvy was/ is the guy who digs things, not the fab and groovy, hey man what was in this cigarette, or fag as we say over here in England, not that kind of “dig” but the dig as in digging, not to be confused with Mick Diggings who used to live in Cromane Kerry if memory serves. I hope you are keeping notes Donald, didn’t Kim give you a souvenir, no not that Kim of the curves Kim, but the short fat and bad haircut rocket man Kim, before you became BFFs and pen friends. Anyway back to Digging. The Irish and the Chinese made America, and they still look after America. The Irish are the Cops, and the Chinese make everything sold in America, such as the iphone.
The Irish and the Chinese laid America, by which I mean they laid the railroad tracks, any other kind of laying, must be something to do with eggs. One of the streets where I live is named after the chicken farm that used to be there 100 years ago. Yes it’s called Chicken Lickin Street, nowadays we have roads named after the Brewery that used to be there. I used to hop, as I could smell the hops, as I went down the hill, and yes it’s been all down hill since then I can hear you exclaim, you are so cruel, at least Donald make such remarks, maybe because he thinks this is Abbot and Costello, but no it’s Gerald Wiley, go google NSA.
So the Irish Navvy and the Chinese Navvy linked America from coast to coast by building the Railroads. And AMTRAK was born so to speak. I did have an Uncle, no not the man from UNCLE, by my mother’s brother who worked for Amtrak in Boston, his son is a Cop there, he’s Irish or son of Irish, so obviously he’s a Cop. If he were Chinese then he’d be a business man or run a restaurant, or run a factory building iPhones. Though the Chinese connection is this side of the Atlantic via my Shanghai wife. I hope you are keeping up with all this Donald, or we’ll get Kim to spank you with a rolled copy of the failing Washington Post, by Kim I mean the curvy Kim, though I’m sure your BBF would jump at the chance.
As the railroad advanced people died, so they were buried at the rail side, no doubt Mark Twain would comment, and curse Dickens for being on the train behind, touring Dickens was a great big hit back then. Before TED talks were invented, and how did Roosevelt persuade a bear to talk I just do not know, but it ended in a film, but maybe Donald knows more about film than I. He was in Home Alone, after all, well apart from the Canadian version.
Early photos captured the back breaking toil of the Irish and the Chinese, without them Casey Jones would not even have had a job, and no he’s no relative of mine, Casey is my surname, my family name. There is a Genesis song on the We Can’t Dance album about Navvies. And remember too, who dug the Canals in England 100s of years ago, they were the motorways of their time. I’ll pause now for Movelat painkiller gel, which was not invented back then, so no doubt the Chinese massage was the best alternative back then.
Buy shares in Movelat Gel, it works fast and stops me from screaming in pain, I know it’s you the readers who are in the most pain, from listening to me. You are so cruel. I was going to offer you a cup of tea and biscuits, and no that’s not a metaphor, what kind of boy do you think I am? I did give my navvies outside tea and biscuits, and a couple of apples from Portugal too, as they dug the Virgin Media trench, I know how hard they work, my dad used to sweat for 10 to 16 hours, if he got overtime in the steel works, The District Iron and Steel Brasshouse Lane Smethwick. Years later Betty who taught my girls piano revealed she used to teach in the Primary School in the same road. Small world, and obviously you couldn’t put a piano in front of a furnace, that would be ridiculous.
So Navvies come in all shapes and sizes and are ridiculously strong, they have to be, you and me would just drop down dead if we tried to do their job, so when you get the new superduppa Virgin Media, spare a thought for the navvy who brought it to you. So I’m going to finish now as my belly needs feeding, I heard that Trump, it looks overfed already, you are such a card, and I’m not talking about your golf score card. Just spare a thought for the navvy as you ride the rails, without them, you’d be stuck at home with your mother-in-law all. You couldn’t go and visit the ballet, or the bowling alley, and all the other bs there are, so spare a thought and say a prayer for some soul buried there by the tracks. Irish and Chinese we salute you.
Now if you think this piece is too Robin Williams, then really it’s more Robin, Batman’s boyfriend or is it boy and friend, and Williams, Andy Williams, so as I moon over a river, I’ll say a pray too as Internet Mass is next for me.

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morning all 220220 saturday wordpress


Morning all 220220 Saturday
this is one of my chats, you only get stories in the books
so you don’t feel short changed
stories in books, chats stay here
ok.

Now me an my Tinnitus my Roman slave that sleeps with me have stumbled
over Twitter so I’ve sent a bit of advice to our dear leader, Kim, sorry I mean Trump
If you stumble over michaelgcasey2 on twitter then that’s me

I haven’t mastered Twitter on the phone, nor have I mastered Tinnitus my Roman slave
So forgive mistakes on Twitter if you bother to stumble over there
I may just delete the Twitter, if I can work out how to do it on the phone
I would ask Tinnitus but he/she/it just hisses at me, maybe a Payrise needed?
Or just a good flogging, either way HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS  Tinnitus HiSSSSSSSS

I’m pleased I  hit 11 Translations being read in a day yesterday, so you
all are suckers for The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
10  languages groups reading that and 300 and Not Out in Arabic also being read
making 10 languages plus Arabic again for 300 and Not OUT

My daughter’s boyfriend has Arabic as his mother tongue by the way.
So we are a very international Family.

I spotted UAE and Saudi reading recently, as well as other Arab nations, not forgetting
Persian downloads too.

So I hope I don’t “corrupt” you too much.

My story is about a family, the street of shops. And at the end I reveal the Name
of the Steet. That’s why I know it’ll work worldwide, as it is already doing.
I just need the Tsunami to arrive and then The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
will reach the Mass audience levels, to match the already world wide coverage

And I repeat 50% of any profits will go to pain relief, rising to 90% of any profits
that I the Writer get. Once somebody opens that door, or Window as Ang from
Pinsent Masons Print room fame once said to me.

So that’s my dream. And why Pain relief? Well If you’ve followed my writing for a
while you’ll have noticed me boring you about chronic pain.
So obviously I have more experience than James Bond, about pain

So I’ll give back.

At the moment all I can do is carry on writing

But with your help, we can reach for the sky, which was the title of a book
about Douglas Badder, the fighter pilot and amputee in WWII.
Look what he did in his life, so very brave.

Obviously  all I do is sit and talk to you all, from the comfort of my chair
But my words do reach out everywhere, to 80 Countries and many many languages

So whomever you are, or hey you over there standing somewhere hot, or cold
Just tell 10 friends, or just your mum if you have no friends

And together we can do something about PAIN
Ok, enough of the High Horse stuff, get off your horse and drink your milk,
as the Joke about John Wayne used to be.

That’s it you may get a story later. The wife will reappear after 6 weeks away
tomorrow, so we have to tidy up, ready for a visitation, as the McNally family
used to say




































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Wednesday, 19 February 2020

back to life

back to life

well a very busy few weeks for us here in Birmingham

so I can relax a bit now

Eric Clapton is singing River of Tears

If I knew which saint to pray to in order to get Corrupt Trump removed

then I'd be on my knees

Trump is pardoning all sorts at the moment

Wikileaks says tonight in UK papers that

Trump offered a PARDON if Wikileaks denied Russia DID Help

https://www.theguardian.com/media/2020/feb/19/donald-trump-offered-julian-assange-pardon-russia-hack-wikileaks

Obviously Trump denies everything

We cannot wait for History to Prove Trump a liar

He lies so much, is it 15,000 lies so far?

A USA press place keeps track

Sadly some in USA have the attention span of a goldfish

And that's how Trump gets away with it

It's time to escape the Gold Fish Bowl

And be a Loch Ness monster

Hitler and Mussolini and their ilk won because people

laughed at them at first, and we know where that ended.

Mother Russia lost 40,000,000 souls

So you can  understand how and why they behaved the way they did/do

yes 40,000,000 souls

If you studied Russia History for 5 minutes your eyes would be opened

Instead Trump is allowed to rule, because of  single issue backers

And does Trump believe in anything?

Just the power of his own makeup covering his conceit and contempt

for EVERYBODY.

God complex gone bad

Where are all those Patriots who left office but do NOTHING

except hawk book deals.

As USA Nobility is destroyed, a few good men, try to sell books

When they should be creating a Tsunami to wash Trump away

Perhaps too much Politics, but I have watched this Blood Sport

for 50 years since I was a kid with my dad, cursing all those

useless people, who never sweated. Dad worked in a steelworks




Tuesday, 18 February 2020

Weather Vane


Weather Vane ©
By
Michael Casey

Now, Storm Dennis has been a Menace, just like the kids cartoon of the same name, our 2nd storm in as many weeks. So after I ventured out past the barricades, Virgin Media are digging up the pavement outside, I sit here and think what shall I write about, sorry talk about, today. Then Weather Vane comes to mind, though I may not actually talk about the weather, I’ll leave that to pundits, I hope I’ll write something more interesting and better, though you’ll be the judge, as ever. So Settle Down Now, as an old comedian used to say, as Eric Clapton sings for me as I talk to you. Clapton lounge singer, though I did meet him once, but I’ll save that story.

Clapton is drowning in a river of tears. We all can when events overwhelm you, when bureaucrats put paper before people, you’ve all had your own battles, but what I want to talk about today is how do you overcome them. Events blow, and we are that battered Weather Vane on the roof, we spin and shake and may almost be blown away from our place on the roof, on the committee, in the family, at work or anywhere, or even amongst safe old fashioned church politics.

So how do we survive, we may pray, pray like crazy, or just have a good old session with the local ride, in all senses of the word. Or we visit Nice Nelly, who is such a good listener, she is blind but she can see far better than authority. She is also very very fat, and her dog Dougal too. How do you reward a blind lady? You give her food, the very best of food, and even arrange for a sighted cleaner to come twice a week.

 Nelly listens, she does not miss a heart beat, her sightless eyes, and wonderful ears, as good as any dogs, listen and dissect. She’ll solve your problem, she is patient and kind, and has all the time in the world. She used to be a Litigator in another life but a random act of violence took her sight away. But now though sightless she feels God has given her the chance to do something useful with her life. She is a listener, and thanks God for the opportunity to be of use to the world. Before she used to extract blood from a stone, for profit. But now she extracts Love, Hope and Charity, and spreads it all around. She is better than any therapist.

We all have such a person somewhere in our lives, it may be a friend, a relative, or a random stranger on a bus, paths cross and wisdom is revealed, and you never meet that stranger again. Was it an Angel, an angel with a dirty face, a smelly fat silver haired man in shades on the bus to Birmingham? Was it the man or young girl you thought would rob you in the dark. But a big smile shone out of the darkness, in every sense of the word and saved you, saved you from stepping into a giant puddle, and saved you from your dilemma.

Life blows us, sometimes there is a gentle breeze on our face on a summer day, sometimes there is blinding freezing hail cutting our face as we walk uphill home from work. The weather vane spins, but with hope, friends and love we get back to our True North. So what I’m trying to say is that, you’ll be swamped and even almost Water Boarded by Life, but you can and will survive. You don’t have to be a Hero or Legend, two very over used and over rated words, no you just soldier on quietly. Dig out your own Nice Nelly, and cherish her and her dog. Simple unassuming ordinary or even boring people are the extraordinary people in this life, and I’ve been very lucky indeed to meet some in my life.

Let the wind blow, but know this my mother used to Bless the Wind and tell it to be calm. Just as some other guy you may have heard of used to do when he was out fishing with his mates. The storm may batter the weather vane, but there is only one way up.














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