Time to Burn Books

Time to Burn Books ©

By Michael Casey

As a child I read by the yard, I must have read most of the History books on the shelves by my desk in Class One at Primary school. I read all the Alistair Maclean thrillers too I spent many happy years as a reader. I even read the Bible in Mass on a Sunday. Though as a catholic a reader is just that a reader, not anybody with special training to preach. So reading has been part of my life. Nowadays I read the newspapers online, so I’m still a reader. When I write a new story I read it back out loud and the girls give me marks out of ten for each new story, yes it’s a form of punishment for them.

So with the reading bug inside me my girls have grown up as big readers too. We have 3 bookcases in the house, and now after years of reading there is no more room in the house for any more books. So it’s time to burn the books, you will all be horrified, am I a Right wing or Left wing dictator?  Or just a demigod of a dad? When I say burn books I would never burn books. Books are special and cost money. Hudson’s in Birmingham used to be a rabbit warren of a book shop and I have happy memories of it.

No book should be ever burned, maybe used a toilet paper as a last resort, but books should be treasured. You should give them to a Charity Shop, or to a jumble sale but never never burn them. So why did I use the title, time to burn books? To get you attention, also because books are “burnt” now, as in burnt to a disc or to a device. Kindle books are what I’m talking about. Technically the word burnt is wrong, but technicians can argue about that.

So Kindle will be coming to town, or to our house. My small daughter asked for one because she has no more space  on her bookshelves. The cheapest one is the same price as 10 books, that’s real books. So once you have paid that price you have a platform to read you books on. Can I recommend 10 great ebooks

https://www.amazon.com/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_ebooks_1  yes my ten books which are on Amazon worldwide.

I’m told there are load of free books too, the Classics, so I’m happy about that. Then for a few quid you get loads of new books. If I read by the yard my girls read by the kilometre, my small daughter if she does not become a horror writer could become an editor as she reads so fast. The joke about editors is that if one was at the dentist and somebody drops a magazine, and it flutters to the floor, before it hits the ground the editor will have read it.

So I’m full on anticipation for the future and Kindle, to kindle means to set on fire, and kindling is used to start a fire. So it’s a good name for a reading product because it sets minds on fire, it fires the imagination, and sparks make all the difference in the world of learning. So I’ll get back to you all with news of the Kindle when it arrives next week. I will of course hide the charger and cable from Totoro our cat, for she loves to nibble cable. Totoro will no doubt hear many many tales, do you think Puss in Boots is available? 

August Approaches

August Approaches

As a new month approaches I’ve deleted older posts, and I’ll be writing new stuff soon

Quiet Moments

Quiet Moments ©

By Michael Casey

We all have quiet moments, even if we have to wait until the kids are in bed asleep. As I sit in front of the computer I can hear the sound of cars splashing or should I say surfing through the rain. The clock is gently ticking on the shelf beside me, as I type the sound of the keyboard overtakes the sound of the clock and I can no longer hear it, it’s an old clunky keyboard that suits my sausage fingers. I may put some music on in a minute but for now I’m going with the theme to see where it will lead me.

The street outside is empty, who wants to walk in the rain, maybe only Barry White and Love Unlimited, which picks the music I will play in a minute or so, funny how choices are made, a random thought leads to the music you will listen too. My small daughter loves Barry White too, because she’s heard me play him, so she has adopted Barry White, not literally, she is so small and Barry was so big, but you have a mental picture in your mind now, a cartoon of a tiny child and big Barry.

I look over to my plant corner and I’m happy to see that my orange plant has started to bud again, the geranium has lost its flowers but new buds have started to grow, then there is my limy/yellow plant which is doing just fine. Totoro has left them alone, for the moment so they should create a nice display. They say you should look away from your screen and give your eyes a rest for at least 5 minutes every hour. I did actually go “blind” for a day about 8 years ago as I was constantly on the computer at work controlling the high speed printers, you can find the story in one of my books no doubt.

If you just stop and listen it’s like being in a waiting room, the tick of the clock and the pendulum swing, very peaceful, until you think of Miley Cyrus and her wrecking ball. If you were in a waiting room and you started to laugh out loud as the image came to mind people would stare at you, but you are safe you are at home. While I think of it there is a comedy version of wrecking ball with a bearded guy on Utube.

You scratch an itch and  it is as if every sound is magnified,  like some Art House film, that nobody watches but wins awards, time seems to drag, it’s an illusion, time is constant ask Einstein, but if you are all alone waiting then time appears to drag. In my hotel days we mentioned Time on a course, with regards to guests feeling that we were taking too long to sort a problem. So 2 people were sent to walk to the far end of the hotel and back again. Then you had to say how long they had been. The answer varied so much, apart for me, I knew it exactly, because it was part of my daily security patrol, so I knew exactly how long that walk would be.

A quiet moment can work wonders, it gives you time to pull yourself together before you face the world. But, you do need to fill time too or it appears to drag, as some people thought on the course. If you fill time then people won’t realise they are waiting, and then when they get the answer to their question they are relaxed and less likely to complain.

Prayer is quiet time, it’s a moment to talk to God, though lots of people don’t do that nowadays. You can get out of the habit, or your pain is so unbearable that you lose your Faith, or you just stop going to Church. Personally I think any kind of conversation is a prayer no need to formalise it or to go to a building whatever you call it.

 Perhaps all you need to do is sit and listen to the ticking of a clock, look at the beauty of the flowers in the pots, look out the window and see the birds flying by, hear the chatter of the magpies. Listen to the falling rain, which literally is the water of life, live one moment at a time, for all life is divine. And then put that Barry White record on, for God loves us Just the Way We Are.

Using a Computer

Using a Computer ©

By Michael Casey

We all use computers now, but it wasn’t always like that. When my brother said try computers back in 1978, yes nearly 40 years ago, they were new, and if you told anybody you were using a computer they were impressed, very impressed. They always misunderstood what a computer operator was, they thought it involved programming though people call it coding nowadays.

A computer disc drive was as big as a washing machine and vibrated just as much, tape drives were as big as wardrobes and the rest of the computer was long enough to sleep on, but that’s another story. So if you compare then to now, a computer is as small as a text book with a dinky keyboard attached.

I use the family desktop to write my stories and load them up to Amazon  books when I have a collection of 100 or so, not forgetting my 3 websites. I share the computer with my girls and they use the printer at my feet, so very typical of most families the world over. Then we all had the gift of Windows 10 which is good in my opinion. So we all use computers in our daily lives.

So how do you use your computer? If you are rich and/or have worked hard then you may have an Apple Mac, these look very pretty, I’ve never been lucky enough to have a play on one. However I do note that the keyboard is very small, it’s very pretty in an artistic way, but with my sausage fingers way too small. Even the standard size keyboard it a bit fiddly.

I did have some luck though as I was allowed to take home an old Microsoft keyboard, it’s almost as big as a skateboard, it was going to be binned, but I was allowed to rescue it. Once home I gave it a big scrub and tried it in the family PC and to my delight it worked, it’s the perfect size for my sausage size fingers, it has lots of little buttons I never use, nor do I really know what they are for, but the keyboard is ergonomic as the call it. It means its curvy like a woman’s body if I’m allowed to use that word.

A computer desk is a nice thing, the keyboard can slide in and out, though I tend to have the keyboard on my lap as I talk to you all, I have a drink perched on the desk in front of the PC, for safety the drink is not above the PC itself but on the opposite side. It is above the printer, but that’s always switched off till the girls need it.  And that’s how I am as I talk to you, not forgetting the screaming in Mandarin from the room behind me, you try living with 3 girls and a bilingual cat called Totoro.

Now a computer used to be very boring, then speakers came along, so you can listen to radio online, or play your music while you are using the PC, of course there is Utube too, but I’m assuming you are using your eyes so it’s just your ears free. So for few quid, or the price of 5 pints in a pub you can get some decent speakers. Then you are never alone as you work on the computer, I tend to play the same albums over and over, though now with Magic Radio and its sister stations I have plenty of advert free music.

At work people have postit notes stuck to their computer, like Autumn leaves about to fall, with curled up edges. Some have photos of kids stuck all around the edges of their PC, though some of the people I used to work with may have had phone numbers of 3 pubs stuck to the frame of their PC. WE were market research into alcohol sales after all.

Others have pens and pencils and felt tips in the grooves of the keyboard, personally I need a clear keyboard, as it’s balanced on my lap anything on the keyboard would soon fall to the ground and Totoro would run away with it. I do keep a pen to hand in front of the screen and last year’s diary I recycle to scribble any notes on, like don’t forget to buy Fairy Liquid.

The screen does make a difference, I was one of the 1^st to have a flat screen, maybe 14 years ago, we knew somebody whose factory made them, so I got one, it was very expensive at the time, a new one today with a much bigger screen size is ¼ the price of what I paid back then. Dinky size screens are just irritating, so a nice large screen is good. Back in my computer operator days in 1978 they were cube shaped with just black and white letters on, no pictures at all. So today when we have HD and all singing and dancing screens it’s a revolution, and the work of the devil compared to 40 years ago when I first started in computers.

The bottom line though is what you produce on your computer. Otherwise it’s pretty but a waste of money. Me I write my stories and will reach 800 next month or in early September 2016, then maybe by Christmas 2018 I’ll get to my 1,000,000 WORD, and maybe 1000^th story. So if my chair is broken by then I’ll treat myself to a new chair, they do tend to only last a year as I’m 100kilos plus and 40 hours a week plus sat in it is a lot of weigh.

Before I forget, a word of warning, never trust a computer, not ever, assume it’s a Politician who’ll stab you in the back, topical reference thrown in for good measure. Always back off your files to at least 2 usb sticks, or any other removable media. Always back to the cloud too, and just to be extra safe email your important files to yourself, you should have at least 2 email addresses, or more, as they are free. Email stuff to your 90 year old maiden aunt too, so if anything happens, like Donald Trump’s Russian friends hacking you, at least you have safe copies in cyberspace.

On that note I’ll say goodnight, I have to watch to Politics on Sky and the BBC now, though I tend to watch it on the computer too, so freeing up the family tv for my 3 girls and our bilingual cat Totoro. Trust Nobody as Mulder says….

The Dead and The Living

The Dead and The Living ©

by

Michael Casey

I first saw a deceased when I was nine years old , my father said not

to worry as the dead are the same as the living , only the laughter

has left them , the sparkle has gone from their eyes , the worry has

been lifted from their shoulders , and their voice has vanished to

eternity .

In paradise the sparkle will return for it is the twinkle of the

stars , the laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and

the turning tides are their sides shaking with laughter .

I treat the deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living ,

though I find the deceased are always more polite . My father also

had a few words to say about the living .

He said that the living are only the caretakers of the soul , yet

they think their existence is everything , that they know everything

because they experience many things with their senses .

What the living don't acknowledge is that their time is short and

when I lay their bodies to rest then their souls continue without

them , without their strong , without their weak , without their

beautiful or even ugly temporary form , to where I cannot say , only

that it is a better place .

Percy the undertaker placed the lid on the coffin, the soul was free

THE BEGINNING

Let my Tears be my Words

Let There Be Light ©

By Michael Casey


Let my tears be my words

Let the candle light be my eyes

Let the flowers in bloom be my lips

Let their scent be my blood

Let the wind be my breath

Let clouds be my mood

Let children’s laughter be my hope

Let widows’ sighs be my conscience

Let a stranger’s prayers be my delight

Let the bees be my wisdom

Let the trees be my strength

Let my patience reach to the stars

Let me be always remembered in your prayers



***** I think the world everywhere needs prayers for Peace, now more than ever

Surviving the Summer Holidays, Part One

Surviving the Summer Holidays, Part One ©

By Michael Casey

Ian Dury the singer had a song called Reasons to be Cheerful Part One, so I’ve used the idea for today’s title. If you haven’t heard his music go to Utube or your music store and get an album. Ian had a disability but that did not get in the way of his Life, he is worth a google. Now what am I actually going to talk about is Surviving the Summer Holidays, and if I survive them there will be a Part Two.

So your kids are off school, and what’s the first thing they do? They look into the fridge and say, “there’s nothing to eat” the fact that there are at least 6 different food items or menus inside does not matter. Totoro the cat is sat on top of the fridge peering downwards hoping to sneak inside if the girls are not quick enough in closing the door again. Totoro has leapt into the fridge before, she has even climbed into the cupboards too, that’s why they are now sealed with tape. My girls, your girls, everybody’s girls look into the cupboards and declare like Old Mother Hubbard that there is nothing to eat in their either.

So they put their puppy dog eyes look on, and demand you go to the corner shop for chocolate, what’s it with chocolate, girls love chocolate more that life itself, certainly more than boys, but ponies are a 2^nd best after chocolate. So I have to slip on a pair of trousers over my slob PJs and go to the corner shop, the things a dad has to do for his daughters. I should add we live in Birmingham, the Cadbury’s factory is just down the road from us, so if ever you visit the Cadbury’s factory you can thing of us.

You hide the chocolate in the freezer box so it’s cool, on a hot day this is a good tip, put your chocolate in the freezer box for 30 minutes before your girls devour it. Make some ice cubes too, ready for their cool drinks, so they then think you are a cool dad, otherwise they think you are worse than useless.

You have to do your daily shop, but now for the next six weeks you are feeding your pigs too, no school dinners to satisfy them it’s up to you to bring something home that’ll keep them happy, or grunting happily. The food bill triples too, you have to buy a pasta this or a pasta that, not forgetting a cereal which is 90% chocolate at least, it must have all RED on the food Traffic Lights on the wrapper. 

You have to buy healthy food for them, all GREEN on the food Traffic Lights, apart from the chocolate tasting cereals. Some of the foods you can eat yourself, others you want to eat but your daughters insist it’s bad for you, so you cannot have it. You try having a daughter who wants to be a Doctor in the family. Not forgetting that they are rice eaters because they are ½ Shanghai girls, so they are very slim, so they are allowed to pig out with sugary foods, because normally they eat rice every day.

I’ve had a coffee break, very weak instant coffee with milk, no sugar. As I pass by the living room the girls are perched on the sofa reading, so I ask what do they want to eat today. It’ll be pasta with tomatoes, buy ten I’m told, I tell them they get how many are in a packet in Aldi. They want beef mince too, so it’ll be some mixture of pasta and tomatoes and the beef mince, and you can bet they’ll say I cannot have any, as it would be bad for my heart.

Celine Dion is singing Refuse to Dance in the background, you didn’t know she is a neighbour, well she isn’t, it’s from my music collection on the computer. Refuse to feed dad could be a song, as that’s what I get, often. Thought if they make too much then and only then am I allowed to have their food, I get the slops, only because Totoro the vacuum cleaner cat does not want them. How do you know your children love you? They give you their slops.

The children’s rubbish is like the tide it starts in their room and is washed up on the shores of the living room downstairs or on the steps of the stairs itself, before abandoned books and scarves and single shoes clutter the room where you do your writing. You me anybody, gets up from his writing chair and immediately trips up over a shoe, then Totoro who’s been hiding underneath the chair you are sat on jumps out to play claw your ankles. You scream in fright and the girls laugh and come to rescue the cat from you the BFG.

Alone in the bathroom the cat comes in to watch you, you never get any privacy, even less in the Summer holidays. Girls, your girls any girls leave their perfume everywhere, and not just the sweet smelling variety, all the chocolate and mince beef and 10 tomatoes pasta  has its effect, its own perfume. So you have to rush to open the window, while Totoro the cat decides to play with your dangling down trousers.

In the evening you wife the worker comes home, so you can hide now, as she berates you for the state of the house. It’s the pigs fault you say, you should have supervised is the reply. Perhaps we should build a pig pen in the garden, before she can reply Totoro appears from her sleeping place in a South facing window, so Totoro gets a cuddle and you are forgotten.

This is the kind of average day for a dad on Summer holidays daughters duty, I hope you you’re all enjoying the lazy days of Summer, if you want to escape it The Trader in Old Forge and Singing Anvil is a very nice pub, maybe I’ll see you down there.

At the end of the day

At the End of the Day ©

By Michael Casey

I hadn’t intended to write anything as it’s so late, 23:40, I said to myself “it’s the end of the day” then that triggered what I’m going to write now, so I’ve put Gerry Rafferty’s album on while I talk to you, hope you like it.

At the end of the day what do you do? Me and my small daughter have a ritual she comes and proffers her cheek and I kiss her goodnight, she prefers it when I’ve shaved that day. It’s our end of day ritual, it makes us both happy, one night could be the last night, so we both treasure it. Either that or she’s practicing her acting, she’ll probably end up an actor, the next Julie Walters.

Julie actually used to live ½ a mile up the road from where we now live. When I was writing my first book, The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker I had Julie Walters in mind to play Mrs Murphy if ever my book was filmed. At the end of the day that’s just a big big Hope.

At the end of the day you may count how much cash you have left in your wallet or purse. Then you reach for the cash box you keep under your bed, next to the chamber pot, and transfer money into your wife’s purse. This is a nightly act of love, though you have to be careful not to spill the chamber pot, garde de l’eau  is what the French used to say as they flung the contents of a chamber pot out into the street below. Then once you have transferred money into your wife’s purse so she can buy things for the family, she will thank you, by falling asleep in the middle of the bed.

At the end of the day you may have a quiet drink of hot chocolate, or an alcoholic drink to help you unwind. You may worry about your job or your family, or the bills, or just hope that the little leak in the bathroom does not become a big one. All kind of thoughts clutter your head. Totoro the cat comes for a cuddle, cats like being stroked, you have to be careful or she will spill your drink. Tototo hopes you’ll save some of your drink for her, she can smell the warm milk.

At the end of the day you’ll rerun the spool of film in your head which is your day, it could have gone better, but what happened happened, no use crying over spilt milk. Totoro would rejoice if you did spill some milk, she’d lap it all up. You sigh and give the cat the dregs before putting your favourite dog mug in the sink, tomorrow’s another day.

Its too hot to write a story

It’s too hot to write a story ©

By Michael Casey

Well we’ve had a lazy 1^st day of the school holidays, we’ve all been dressed in our slobs just busy doing nothing. That’s apart from being nagged as mum attacks us and the carpets with the vacuum. I’m listening to Celine Dion again, her French album, my small daughter has decided that her school bag is too scruffy for her next year, so a new Totoro theme bag has been taken from the back of the wardrobe.

My own 1^st school bag was a gift from Embassy cigarettes, our lodger had saved the coupons and had a bag delivered. It was a secret but we worked out it was him because of the with compliments slip inside.  He’s gone 36 years now, but I still pray for his soul, he did get me a school bag after all.

As for my daughter’s bag I left it in the street, some child will love her panda themed old school bag, all they really need to do is put it in the washing machine. Girls do like new things after all, bags, clothes etc, so my small daughter has now moved on to a Totoro school bag. My Embassy school bag lasted a few years of grammar school, though as for cigarettes I detest them, any slight whiff makes me feel sick.

Though I believe Dunhill still to do some very high quality leather products. Which is interesting how brands change and morph into something else, I hope my writing morphs into a training scheme for English, anything really so long as it puts money in my pocket.

It’s still too hot to write, maybe 25degrees in the house itself, we have the doors and windows open, Totoro our cat has decided to hide under my sheets on my bed, she is not stupid after all. I always have to make sure she is not hiding otherwise she’d be a very squashed pussy.

What else can’t I write about, oh my plant corner to my right next to our piano. I threw one plant away, or rather banished it to the front garden because it had died, Totoro thinks eating plant leaves is like chewing gum for cats, so the plant dies. A potted plant is the same price as a lottery ticket, so instead of a losing lottery ticket I buy a plant which will last longer, or until Totoro chews too much from it.

So because of the minor heat wave we are having in Birmingham the plant on the naughty step so to speak seems to have come back to life.  This means it returns to the shelf by the piano and the other plant in the posh vase gets put outside, Totoro may have fresh breath, but the plant is on its last legs despite its posh vase.

I should take a photo really, but it’s just too hot to do anything, except talk about all the things it’s too hot to do. I’ve just remembered we have ice lollies in the freezer so I’m going to have one, before I’m told they are bad for me. Well the ice lolly was great and while I was sucking it I had a quick look at the Dunhill site, Duke Large Zip Tote  looked great, if only I could afford it, when I’m rich, though I’m still alive so that must count as being rich.

I’ve put the other Celine Dion album on, the one in English, it’s very good too, it’s still too hot to write a story and the clock is clicking, in 30 mins its 9pm when all the films start on tv, so I have to  finish for that. I do want to thank the merry band of readers I have. Sometimes 70 or so a day from all over the world, Switzerland and China have recently joined my readership. If your name is Jack and Weibo is your company, please get in touch about my teaching English with humour idea.

Though it’s more than likely it’s a guy in a takeaway in Hong Kong who has stumbled over me, or the gay fashion designer Gok Wan wondered what was so special about me and did a few clicks.  He’d need a double size tape measure if he designed anything for me. Whoever and whatever country you are from all I can say is thank you, it’s nice having any readers, and don’t forget to buy a few books on Amazon.  

The final ice lolly is in the freezer so I may force myself to have it, before we settle down for a film, we are a film critic family such is the level of our film knowledge. Did I tell you the end of my book The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker could have been turned into a film, it was another case of close but no cigar, but as you know I don’t like smoke. So stay happy and cuddle up with you own family and watch a good film or Sky 785 has some good Chinese series on, even with no Chinese you can laugh your head off. My favourite one was about a guy who worked in the marriage office!