so no new stuff, had a fun time just surfing
but the pain monster has returned to hurt me
this is my life
like playing Battleship, where my body in being sunk by pain
so here's an old piece to keep you all happy
The UK had a spike lat night, must be bored night shift workers somewhere
or do Prisoners check me out via their phones
Captive Readers
here's something from 8 years ago 2012
Laughter
Before Bedtime ©
By
Michael
Casey
“They’ll be
Tears Before Bedtime” is what a wise mum
might say, and she’ll be right, mums are always right after all.
However in
our house its Laughter before Bedtime. I can remember growing up and hearing
the banshee like laughter from my mum as we all squeezed into our small living
room, I smiling now as I think back over 40 years. We did have a few laughs, my
dad used to tell stories too and I really really enjoyed them.
I spent a
long time talking to my dad and hearing
these stories over and over again. When I left home of course I visited
often, I’d come for the dinner. I’d be in the living room talking to dad and my
sister was in the kitchen talking to mum. Before my sister drove me home in her
car we’d swop parents and share more news. Normal family business, I hope you
all share that same kind of love. Naturally an hour or so after the family
dinner I’d go and have a kebab, which is the normal lad thing to do.
Sharing
laughter is a great family experience, who did what and where they did it, and
just how stupid it all was, is a natural family experience. I really find it
hard to believe when some people say “I hate my dad, or my mum’s the pits”
whatever happened to love each other. If you want a little peace form a
Christian family. Or form a Sikh family or Muslim family. The key word is
family, which means a group of people of the same blood who love each other and
share things together. JKRowling’s new book is about the opposite thing, though
she’s forgotten to send me a copy of her new book.
We imitate
old uncle John with his walking stick and big boots, we love him but when he’s
gone back to Manchester we make fun of him of him. It’s normal. If anybody else
makes fun of him we’d him them with a walking stick, but he is our uncle, our
blood so we laugh at him, but we really love him. He gives us 10p and says go buy some sweets, he’s
forgotten that Deciminalisation was 40years ago, the price of sweets have gone
up, penny liquorice cost 50p now.
Family
laughter is the chains of love that keep us together, once on holiday in France
me and my sister met a priest who went to school with our dad’s brother, this
would be back in the 20s and 30s, the 1920s and 1930s. It turned out that the
priest’s family were quiet rich at the time, so the future priest had a bicycle
so the Casey boys would steal it and ride it. This was 1981, the story stuck in
the back of my mind, so 10 years later I had the idea when writing my comic
novel that a priest blackmails a police inspector because the police man stole
the priest’s bicycle when the police man was a teenager. In England we don’t
have the statute of limitations, so in theory the police man could be charged
and go to jail.
You don’t
know when an old story can bubble up in your mind and you can use it again.
Tonight we were laughing about pillows and we were stealing each other’s
pillows from the beds because we wanted the new super soft and comfy pillows for
ourselves. I had tried an old new pillow that had been in the cupboard, it was
too hard, grandma had sent it to
Birmingham from Shanghai telling JJ to
take it back to England as she did not want it. And why didn’t grandma want it?
Because when you sleep on it, it blocks off the blood supply as you sleep and
you wake up with a funny arm, all the blood has stopped circulating. You have
to shake and shake your entire arm before it goes back to normal. So I told my
3 girls this as I was trying to get them to go to bed, they just laughed at me,
like I was some kind of fool.
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