No it’s NOT Kinky Sex it’s just PAIN © an old painful repeating piece
By Michael Casey
Well
its 3am and I’m screaming in pain, the neighbours think there is a
Kinky Sex Club somewhere in the neighbourhood, but there is not, it’s
just me screaming again, in pain. I wanted to use this title before but I
held off, but now it seems so right. I’ve had a couple of pain killers
and they are slowly beginning to work.
My
dad was in the war and he never took pain killers, says one, or my
child had this or that and she never complained. Well God Bless them,
but I’ll remind you, there is no competition in pain, it just F****
hurts. So when your grannie or child or cat or dog IS in pain, do be a
little supportive. Don’t say shut up, you are trying to watch the chart
show on the myriad of rubbish music channels on Sky. Why are they so
badly presented with really rubbishy graphics. Just give us the Music,
Old Grey Whistle Test leads the way, or Jools Holland’s Later.
Veteran09
from the DT will no doubt offer his prayers, so thank you again, and a
very Merry Xmas to you. Maybe the Queen will send you a Christmas card
this year as you are so loyal, he is also very kind. Now the rest of
you, how about adding pain relief to your Will, you could set up a pain
relief centre here in Birmingham or sponsor somebody at the Medical
School. I’m not a Brummie mad person, I’m just lazy, if you set up the
centre here in Birmingham I’d just be a bus ride away from it, so I
could jump the queue.
Pain
Relief Centre does sound like a house of ill repute, you could have a
competition
to name the centre, and the best name wins the pot of money,
hopefully here in Birmingham. Rich people DO leave money to good causes
and they frequently leave it in their own name. So could we have the
Michael Casey Centre for Slapping on Movelat Gel, or the Michael Casey
Slapping Centre for short. Though that does sound like a kinky sex club,
though it is NOT.
We have so much modern medicine but still pain
persists. And by the way I have NO money, if any billionaire is reading
this I’d love to have a nice big house, so think of me in your will.
Assuming you have any money left after buying another football club.
So
anybody out there reading this why not leave your money to this good
cause, pain relief, and no I’m not suggesting a French Maid arrives to
relieve pain either. I’m suggesting we study pain, and then kill it off.
Obviously with my Shanghai connections maybe we could get a Chinese Dr
to teach acupuncture here in Birmingham, as needles are far cheaper than
pharmaceuticals.
Yes
I’ve used humour in this piece, but I have grabbed your attention, you
could call it the Frankie Howerd and Kenneth Williams Pain Centre, and
have David Walliams as the visiting Professor, call it anything, just
take the F****** pain away. It’s 3.35 now, time for a green tea and
hopefully the pain has ebbed before I go back to bed, alone, no French
maid, yet……..
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