Wednesday, 31 July 2019

Today's Languages are

Russian, Chinese and Arabic, Portuguese

you are just some of the languages reading my stuff this morning/evening

So thanks to you all

Tinnitus is still a pain, delaying sleep till dawn, at least I have some good music

playing in the background as  I try to sleep

I may write something later on after I've read the Press

what new lies Trump comes up with today

The Dems need to start beating the drum today

VOTE HIM OUT

Put it on Billboards

By the way some education for Trump, who invented the Concentration Camp?

It was the British in the Boer War in South Africa

Sadly Ignorance and Abuse of Language is all he has mastered


Monday, 29 July 2019

Spinning the Wheel


Spinning the Wheel ©
By
Michael Casey

I’m having a lazy day, well apart from going down the hill to the shops for toothpaste in our local Pound Shop. Save a penny and it soon becomes a pound. Smoke too much and it soon becomes throat cancer. The girl in the Pound Shop sounded like an old woman who’d been smoking for years, I advised her to save her money in a tin and when she had 500 to go on a holiday, it’d be better for her. I hope she follows the advice, I could hear her smoking habit as opposed to smelling the smoke.

And what has this got to do with anything? Well life is like spinning the wheel at a fair, depending on where it lands you get a prize or nothing at all, a rubbish prize or if you are really lucky a really nice one. My brother used to say life was a game of roulette, and in a way he was right, though that’s not totally true either. You can stack the deck or “cheat”. You can stack the deck by putting a pound in an old coffee under the sink, so you are not tempted to spend it. Then when it’s time to go down the pub for a birthday or the monthly office thing you have extra funds to spend. It’s in the coffee jar under the sink. You are the Wise Virgin whereas your mates are the Foolish Virgins.

And yes I know many Foolish Virgins, I grew up with them in the 1970s and 1980s. Yes it’s fun getting drunk and other stuff I’ll leave to your imagination, but personally I like my comfort. Also because I’ve never been much of a drinker, I’d go home and leave the lads carry on. I had my spending money in cash so when it was gone, spent on beer for others, then I’d go home. Very self-disciplined  I suppose, or boring, but I’d hear all the stories on the Monday morning.

Life is choices, do you snog that girl and more, or do you go home and  study for your AAT or your electricians qualification. If you are lucky, the spark between you and the girl will endure. Or she’ll test your electrical knowledge as  you examine her fuse box or trip switches. Naked Study is a great idea, writers of course have help sharpening their pencils, and what they do with the shavings is a big mystery.
You can make up your own metaphors for this and that and of course the other, as you Naked Study with the girl or boy of your choice. Once you  are qualified in many many ways, then you can afford to go out more and buy more stuff for the flat. However if the study process has been fun, then you won’t stop till you are both Phds and fully fledged indoor Nudists.

Professor John Thomas will today lecture on Electronics, and afterwards he’ll take a few questions. How did you master such a difficult subject? I studied in the nude he replies. Everybody laughs, then there is the sound of footsteps. It’s Professor Mary-Beth Phd in Applied Nuclear Science. We just got naked and applied ourselves to the subject in hand. He was only rewarded when he got things right, and she was only rewarded when she got things right. More laughter.
Then they hold up their latest book, a joint effort. Study made simple, so simple even a nudist knows everything. And on the rear cover a photo of their rears.

So I spun the wheel and this story came out, I didn’t even have this idea in my head. Life is not a straight path, and already you ae making up your own jokes about that. Life is strange, life is full of fear and hopes and prayers. The Wheel of Life spins, and it’s up to you how you choose to react to it. Think before you act, and be happy with the results whatever they are. Failing that study more, there is nothing worse than a naked mind, apart from a naked man’s hairy behind.











29th July 2019 Updated Profile

I've updated this today 29th July 2019
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 ...

I've done loads of writing, 1,500,000 Words worth over 30 years now
But before I started 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

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

I also had other high praise, so I ignore all the nasty negative people  who use too much alliteration
I also ignore those who just cannot write, making money does not mean you can tell a story
Pick your own famous writer, who you avoid

Today's world has much print, but a page will not refuse ink, as my dad used to say

I tend to write Comedy as I'd rather make you laugh than cry
I must have written over 2000 short pieces of writing
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(Wordpress)
https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/
Up to 7 different translations  have been read on the same day
This proves to me that the humour does travel
I have readers in over 60 countries now
Or its just a hit man on the run, or bored Navy Seals
It may also mean that only non English Speakers like my stuff
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
I also had a low budget  film producer take a look at it
Book Publishers have said I've made the commissioning editor laugh
So close but no cigar is the story of my life
As for my life, I was a computer operator for a market research company into alcohol sales
I also was a concierge and an Esol English teacher in an Islamic school
I can always make somebody talk or laugh, I am an 18 stone George Clooney look alike
Laugh of Die so to speak
I believe my short stories could be used to teach English, just package them up correctly or App them
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.
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.
That's the end of the tidy version of my life, if you want more come and buy me a Stella Artois and all will be revealed. Though 12 pints a year is my ration.
To finish here's the list of my 18 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
My 19th book will be The 19th Hole  and Donald Trump will review it when I finish at Christmas.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC  to buy ebooks
ok, that's your lot, this reads serious, but generally I refuse to be serious, though I do heckle the news for 50 years now

TTFN
Michael Casey





Medicine is for People not PROFIT

‘Insulin is our oxygen’: Bernie Sanders rides another campaign bus to Canada

Accompanying Americans seeking affordable medicine, the Democratic candidate lambasted US pharmaceutical giants
Bernie Sanders holds up a vial of insulin during a rally outside a pharmacy in Windsor, Ontario.
 Bernie Sanders holds up a vial of insulin during a rally outside a pharmacy in Windsor, Ontario. Photograph: Rebecca Cook/Reuters
When Hunter Sego realized the insulin he needed to manage his Type 1 diabetes cost more than $1,400, he called his mother in a panic. His family had insurance. He did not believe it was possible a one-month supply of “life saving” medication could cost so much.
The price tag was correct.
Then a student and football player at DePauw University, he began to ration his insulin, using a quarter of what had been prescribed. He lost weight. His grades dropped. He struggled on the field.
Fortunately, his mother found out and put a stop to the practice, which can have severe consequences.
On Sunday, Hunter and Kathy Sego joined a caravan of roughly a dozen patients with Type 1 diabetes on a bus to Canada. The Vermont senator and presidential candidate Bernie Sanders was there too – his campaign had sponsored the trip. The Americans set out to buy insulin for a fraction of its cost at home, and to highlight what the senator called “the incredible corruption and greed” of the US pharmaceutical industry.
“How does it happen 10 minutes away from the American border in Michigan, people here are paying one-10th of the price for the vitally important drug they need to stay alive?” Sanders asked.
It was, he said, a “national embarrassment”.
Sanders made the trip days before the second Democratic debate in Detroit. Among 20 candidates over two nights, healthcare is expected to be a major flashpoint.
Sanders has exchanged barbs with former Vice-President Joe Biden, who has called the senator’s healthcare policies “risky”. Sanders has accused Biden, whose plan would build on the Affordable Care Act, of not being honest about Medicare for all.
Sanders’ signature proposal, which would give the US something similar to Canada’s national healthcare system, has framed the party debate. Several leading candidates support some version of it.
The bus took about an hour to drive six miles across the Detroit river to Windsor, Ontario. Sanders listened as people told their stories.
Quinn Nystrom, a Type 1 diabetic who organizes caravans out of Minnesota, said she knew people who had lost limbs, been hospitalized or even died as a result of rationing medicine.
“Insulin is our oxygen,” she said, stressing that caravan trips are not a sustainable solution to the problem, especially because many cannot afford to take a day off of work or find the fee to apply for a passport.
“What [the pharmaceutical companies] are doing to Americans is price-gouging us and they’re holding us hostage and people are dying,” she said.
Stephanie Odette, 30, was found to have Type 1 diabetes when she was 11. She said she has had 74 hospital admissions in the last year. Her husband’s insurance covers insulin – but not the brand prescribed by her doctor.
When the bus arrived at the Olde Walkerville Pharmacy, around 100 Canadians greeted the passengers. Some held signs that said “Insulin is a human right”. One wore a shirt that said: “Canada already great, eh?” A little girl held a Sanders plush toy with a button on the back that said: “Push to activate the revolution.” An elderly man played accordion while trying to finagle a moment with the senator.
Kathy and Hunter Sego paid $1,000 for 25 vials of insulin, enough for about six months. They estimated it would have cost $10,000 for the same haul back home.
Sanders talks with type 1 diabetes advocate Quinn Nystrom as they ride the bus across the border.
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Sanders talks with type 1 diabetes advocate Quinn Nystrom as they ride the bus across the border. Photograph: Rebecca Cook/Reuters
In Canada, insulin does not require a prescription. When the American group had finished their purchases, Sanders drew gasps from the Canadian crowd.
Citing a Yale study, he told them that one in four American diabetics ration their insulin because of cost. That cost has jumped by 1,200% in two decades, he said, as pharmaceutical companies have spent “hundreds of millions of dollars on campaign contributions” and “billions of dollars lobbying Congress”.
“They buy and sell politicians, Republicans and Democrats,” the senator said, “to make sure that they can continue to charge the American people any price they want. This is not just insulin, it is prescription drug after prescription drug.”
“Shame!” someone shouted.
Another yelled: “Disgrace!”
Sanders’ Medicare for all plan would cap the cost of prescription drugs at $200 a year. Earlier this year, he introduced a package of bills aimed at lowering prices. The legislation would allow the government to directly negotiate with drug manufacturers, to obtain lower prices for Medicare beneficiaries. It would also enable US consumers to import pills from Canada and other industrialized countries and it would set drug prices based on what they cost in those other places.
“This resonates in Canada as well,” said Nada Temerinski, 29, who had come from Montreal.
Canada’s healthcare system does not cover the cost of prescription drugs. Instead a review board negotiates prices in part based on rates in other countries.
“I would hope that it inspires Canadian politicians,” Temerinski said of Sanders’ work. “I’m hoping as America moves further left, that Canada does as well and ideally we could move towards prescription-free.”
Rachael Lockwood, of Grand Rapids, Michigan, was sharing insulin prescribed for one child with Type 1 diabetes between two when another son was diagnosed.
“We were desperate,” she said, explaining her battle with their insurance company.
In 2016, she voted for Donald Trump. She thought a businessman might fix the nation’s problems. But after years of fighting with her insurance, having to pay out of pocket and traveling to Canada for medicine, she has become a “healthcare voter”. Trump will not be her choice next time.
This was not Sanders’ first trip to Canada for prescription drugs. He said he had made a similar trip from Vermont to Montreal, with women with breast cancer.
“It never ends,” he said, shaking his head. “The greed of the pharmaceutical industry – the corruption of the pharmaceutical industry – is scandalous and we have got to take them on.”
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This is Madness, killing people for PROFIT
Over here in UK we have NHS, and my Medicines keep me alive
they are free for the young and for the old.
Or you can buy a prepayment card for 112 or so which covers everything
Hospital stays and Gp (MD) visits are FREE
my Quadruple heart bypass was free
As is having a baby
America needs to look after the people not Big Pharma
VOTE FOR LIFE not Profits

Sunday, 28 July 2019

you are always better than yourself 2011


You are always better than yourself, because you have the love that made you, so that’s 3 to start with, then there is the love that you gain as you create friendships, and find a partner too, so you are never alone, you are forever growing, add Faith too, so we are all Eternal. Michael Casey

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Saturday, 27 July 2019

The Russians are coming

I once woke up in the middle of the night and said The Russians are Coming

then I went back to sleep.

I once also sat upright in bed and said Launch The Lifeboats

then went back to sleep.

This is nearly 50 years ago, maybe I ate too many beans

Now I've noticed the Russians are reading my book here

BUT they can read all of it on my Wordpress so tell them

Saturday, 27 July 2019


Мясник Бейкера и Undertaker © Майклом Кейси please follow advice below

Мясник Бейкера и Undertaker © Майклом
Кейси
Здравствуйте, Мать Россия, если вы хотите прочитать мою книгу полностью, то это на моем сайте Wordpress.
Это остается моим авторским правом.
Нажмите на ссылку ниже

Спасибо всем, я заметил, что вы все читаете мою книгу, так что СПАСИБО
Zdravstvuyte, Mat' Rossiya, yesli vy khotite prochitat' moyu knigu polnost'yu, to eto na moyem sayte Wordpress.
Eto ostayetsya moim avtorskim pravom.
Nazhmite na ssylku nizhe

Spasibo vsem, ya zametil, chto vy vse chitayete moyu knigu, tak chto SPASIBO

https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/2019/07/27/russian-the-butcher-the-baker-and-the-undertaker-by-michael-casey/


picture  below is me 30 years ago when I wrote the book

Мясник Бейкера и Undertaker © Майклом Кейси please follow advice below

Мясник Бейкера и Undertaker © Майклом
Кейси
Здравствуйте, Мать Россия, если вы хотите прочитать мою книгу полностью, то это на моем сайте Wordpress.
Это остается моим авторским правом.
Нажмите на ссылку ниже

Спасибо всем, я заметил, что вы все читаете мою книгу, так что СПАСИБО
Zdravstvuyte, Mat' Rossiya, yesli vy khotite prochitat' moyu knigu polnost'yu, to eto na moyem sayte Wordpress.
Eto ostayetsya moim avtorskim pravom.
Nazhmite na ssylku nizhe

Spasibo vsem, ya zametil, chto vy vse chitayete moyu knigu, tak chto SPASIBO

https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/2019/07/27/russian-the-butcher-the-baker-and-the-undertaker-by-michael-casey/


picture  below is me 30 years ago when I wrote the book


Thursday, 25 July 2019

The Scrufiest Writer Yet 25 July 2019

The Scruffiest Writer Yet 25 July 2019

Most writers have really PRETENTIOUS photos of themselves on book covers,
with me I go the opposite way. We are not always shaved and booted and suited ready for an interview, sometimes we are just a mess and in need of a shave
So here I am at my worst, maybe tomorrow I’ll shave and give you a “nicer Photo”
so look at these 2 photos, which one excites you the most, or do both make you puke.
Though I don’t know the gender makeup of my readers.
scruffy

valentine me 2019

How do you write a Story?


I wasn't going to write anything today, but this came about

How do you write a Story? ©
By 
Michael Casey

I was just in the kitchen making a coffee after I had an unexpected Chilli wrap, ruined by cucumber, but I removed those first. It does remind me of Barry in the DPS office next to the computer room, I used to tease him 20 years ago and more by saying I’d kiss him. But he always kept cucumber at hand to keep me away.  No neither of us is Gay, just usual office horse play, Barry by the way is so virile just one look and you are pregnant. I won’t give you his nickname, you can imagine it for yourselves, they probably sing it down the Villa.

But back to the plot, there is no plot, I was just in the kitchen and I spontaneously thought, where does a story come from, and how could I explain it? I was putting the milk in my instant coffee, without sugar, and I thought what if I spilt the milk all over the floor. And there you have it, that’s how a story can emerge. So I spill the milk, no use crying over it. But for Totoro our cat, it’s a nice free lunch, who said there was no such thing as a free lunch. Ok, it’s a milk shake, all over the kitchen floor.

An accident can lead to a story, and that leads to a connection. A memory, a tale or cat’s tail or two. It really is that simple, not unless you live with your life stuck to a screen watching rubbish as you walk under a bus, and then sue somebody else when it’s your own fault. See a second of social commentary as well, I do throw things in to see if you are paying attention, there will be a 20 question quiz at the end so sharpen those pencils too.

Going back to the spilt milk in the kitchen, if we use that as a start to a story. What happens next? The cat has a drink. The end. Only dullards will end it there, or 5 year olds. Come on class, I expect better. You don’t wipe it clean, your girlfriend comes home and slips. She bangs her head, and dumps you because you never clean up. Or she is unconscious and a burglar comes in and steals everything, because the windows and door are all open in the heat. If your house is like that today remember to lock up.

Or she falls over and is dead, then the local foxes come in and eat her, as you have gone off to Blackpool for a Stag do. When you  get back, you are arrested for her murder. The Police think you are a bad, mad sad monster for eating her too. And all because you spilt milk.
So that’s one story line. Or your girlfriend is annoyed with you she gets the milk from the fridge and pours it all over your suits in the wardrobe. Or takes them downstairs and piles them in a heap in the kitchen and empties all the food onto your clothes. When you get back he kills her then slips over and bang his head on the Belfast sink Murder Suicide a la laite as the French say.

Or he comes back and laughs, as he gets free samples for his Laudromat business. Then you have a food fight in the kitchen all over his best suits, wiping dairy all over each other’s  face and then body. Until finally naked and covered in dairy you lick it off each other’s bodies. And that is how you finally conceive, a food fight in your kitchen, then you cry with joy over the spilt milk. You have to persuade him not to call  your future child Totoro.

As  you lay there on the kitchen floor naked and  happy and full of joy, your nosey neighbour walks in. I saw the backdoor open she begins, you think she’ll be shocked. Then she reveals she was the model in The Joys of Sex the 1970s bestseller. And of course she’ll babysit in 9 months’ time.

Now these are just a few quick ideas from me thinking about spilling my milk in the kitchen a few minutes ago, no it’s not a metaphor. I’m sure all of you can expand on these ideas for a bigger and better story of your own. Just remember to lock the kitchen back door, and don’t waste too much dairy on the floor, dairy is for eating and licking off slowly, and if you don’t know how to, I can give lessons…







Stink in the Fridge


scroll down for the story




in honour of the heat an old piece

Stink in the Fridge ©

By Michael Casey

I was in the fridge looking for any leftovers when I wondered what it would be like to live in the fridge, it must be so cold after all. Then there is the fact that it is so dark inside, so if you were afraid of the dark it would be a fearsome experience. So how was life in the fridge for all the fridge life inhabitants.

I’m so cold in here that human hates us, leaving us in the cold and in the dark, is he just trying to save on his electricity bill. Come on you tomatoes lets jump up and down and we will create light, hey you sad bottles of milk make some bubbles and lets have some heat in here, those cows must have left some methane in the milk they are always farting, and leaving big messages everywhere.

So the tomatoes jump and the milk shakes and light and heat emerges inside the fridge. Look we are all gonna be eaten so we need to get this party started, lets start with Doe a Dear to cheer us up then there is Somewhere over the Rainbow and Out Of the Fridge. Soon the contents of the fridge were partying, outside nobody would ever know what was going on inside, except for Totoro the family cat who was trying to sleep on top of the fridge and could not due to all of the singing, she was a Cool Cat after all.

The girls came home from school and headed for the fridge, everything stopped inside the fridge, parting kisses were exchanged between the eggs and the tomatoes, the milk looked on and gurgled, the yoghurt and the Camembert just made a stink that’s all they could do. The eggs were taken outside for the firing/scrambling squad, Humpty Dumpty himself could not save them, he was trapped in the freezer box, he had his nose up against a cabbage, a red cabbage at that.

The fridge door opened again, those sisters were so horrid always eating when they came home from school, and in the morning they always had, BREAKFAST, they were savages absolute savages. Now those evil ugly girls were going to drown the bread, dipping it in the eggs, it wasn’t natural forcing eggs to soak bread and then saying it was French, French toast. Then together the egg and bread were burnt alive, Joan of Arc had suffered like that. So why remind the world with this French toast. Those girls were evil, and they even gave some to Totoro the cat when she leapt down from her perch on top of the fridge.

The food in the fridge consoled itself for a few hours singing songs, always look on the bright side of life was very popular as it reminded them of the light going on. Then at Midnight, and they knew it was Midnight as the clock chimed, the fridge door was flung open and Totoro who had been asleep on top of the fridge purred with delight.

Midnight feast, everything left in fridge was flung into the wok, and Mrs Casey and her evil daughters made Egg Fried Everything. The tomatoes leaked everywhere as they were diced and spliced and flung into the wok. The milk gurgled and the yoghurt bubbled, as for the Camembert it made an almighty stink in protest before it too was flung into the wok, Chinese words and laughter as it melted into the melange, those Casey women had raided the fridge and left it empty and pointless. Totoro leapt inside he could smell some spilt dairy and was busy licking I as the fridge door was being closed. A sad solitary tomato laughed in glee, but Totoro slashed his cheeky cheeks before leaping out of the fridge. The Midnight feast was over, time to sneak into a bed, Totoro was not stupid for she had just been fed, and as for the tomato it was DEAD.
  
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Wednesday, 24 July 2019

missed a day

Don't know how, but I thought today was Tuesday not Wednesday

Maybe it was it was all the fireworks in the sky last night

Amazing display of Lightning last night

Totoro our cat just sat  in the window looking at it

Really massive lightning for hours, but not much rain nor thunder where we were

Anyways missing a day, means I'm still on budget for this week

we live on a tight budget, otherwise I cannot give my daughters the extras they need

I haven't forgotten the Timberlake story idea, it may morph into something else

Listening to Classic Hard Rock as I talk to you, though it doesn't seem to hard to my ears

Managed to tear my chest scar when I hammered on the bathroom door after I locked myself in

I once got trapped in the toilet on the  Paris to Calais train, but that's another Feb 83 or 84 story

Saw the Mueller thing on tv, first session he looked like an old man

Trump is guilty and corrupt but the Dems would be out voted, so they'll never win that one

 VOTE HIM OUT, VOTE HIM OUT is the Mantra they should adopt.

Though sadly things look bad, as Power has corrupted folks.

When the heat calms down I'll write something  new

As for something old I managed to get rid of my daughters' old caste offs.

Romanian Gypsies are now wearing my girls old stuff

I told the leader that they could pray for me, as I nearly collapsed in the heat

https://profile.typepad.com/michaelgcasey  follow link for 12 hours of material for EARS

last load of audio 177 to 207 and I finish needing a drink

































everything I write and record is in one take as I'm not clever enough to waste time doing more.
please buy the books on Amazon and tell all your friends

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Koreans running to me

 It may just be the rush to Midnight Mass Big Big catholic country I am catholic from the nipple myself So here's your Christmas present...