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Where
do the tears go when they are shed?Aug 9, '10 3:27 PM
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Where do the tears go when they are shed ©
By
Michael Casey
Where do the tears go when they are shed
While I lie here crying on my bed
Do the tears drip drip away and seep though
The
floorboards and head for the sea.
Do my tears join an ocean that rises and falls
Do the tears yell and scream but only sea farers
Hear them, do whales moan as they crash through them
Only whales know of my distress as my tears groan
In deep deep oceans in the unknown dark deep seas.
Do my tears head north to the North Pole and Santa
Does Santa Ho Ho Ho so much because he is trying to
drown out
The cries and sobs and tears held back for so many
years.
Do tears form ice shelves and become icebergs,
silent and majestic
Like giant cathedrals of ice. Is this the way to
silent the voice of tears.
Frozen in Time for 100s of years, the fears of today
and yesterday are merged
As one, gagged for eternity in an ice cathedral.
Will everything be forgot, deep freezed, quick
frozen like garden peas.
Do my tears evaporate and head for the sky, joining
the clouds as they pass by.
Are my tears blown this way and that, are they taken
far away over the ocean.
As planes pass through the clouds that are my tears,
can the passengers hear
Can the passengers hear my tears, all my hopes and
fears, or are my tears
Drowned out by the in flight movie, 007 killing my
prayers to heaven.
Do my tears wash away my pain, my guilt, are they
like mothers’ milk?
For tears touch us all, they are like a morning mist
that shrouds us.
For tears are the dark dark night of the soul, a
cold coat that covers us.
In the morning we remember we fell asleep crying,
but what of now?
Now we’ve looked at our dead mum’s photo and think
of what she would have said.
We smile as we remember, her fight, her love, her
spirit, her smile.
But never tears, she shed no tears for us, she shed
no tears for us.
Tears will come, tears will come again, but they are
just water, we are stronger
Than mere water, we have a boat and that boat is
Love.
p.s. I stumbled over this poem on my PC so I hope you like it. We were at a wedding a
few weeks ago, that's us in the photos
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Its
Just Got to be Winnie The PoohAug 5, '10 2:21 PM
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Its Just Got to be Winnie The Pooh. My youngest
daughter just loves Winnie The Pooh, my wife thinks its because I look like
Winnie The Pooh, judge for yourselves.
We have a collection of soft toys tidied away behind
the settee, about 40 I think. Every now and then my small daughter lines them
up in rows and she's the teacher. Winnie The Pooh is always 1st in the queue.
Then she takes the register and tells the toys to pay attention. Then she reads
to them, everything is done in an orderly way. I think she'll end up a
scientist as she's so organised, my wife did Science back in Shanghai, so its
in the genes. Her Chinese grandfather did a bit of writing too, as did her
Chinese great uncle, and then there is me www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com , so
writing is in the blood too. Does anybody remember Abbott the Physics text
book? That just sprung to mind, we were told to read it cover to cover, my
brother actually did do that.
So back to Winnie The Pooh, I'm being told that she
wants a Winnie The Pooh lunchbox, she just saw it in the Netto leaflet that
came through our door. Then another leaflet had a Winnie The Pooh duvet and
duvet cover. I did buy her a Winnie The Pooh blow up cushion but that delevoped
a slow leak, so I stuffed Winnie the Pooh with a few old pillows, and she was
able to continue sitting on it. We have Winnie The Pooh dvds and some old VHS
tapes too, and a few days ago we bought her a Winnie The Pooh cutlery set along
with a face cloth. So thats just the tip of a big iceberg, she has a white Tigger
thats not really Tigger but he does look like a very very pale snow Tigger.
When she grows up we will tease her about this. But I know one day a chubby
cuddly man will ask my permission to marry her, perhaps his name will be
Christopher Robin.
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The
Best Days Of Our LivesJul 31, '10 3:50 PM
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The Best Years Of Our Lives ©
By
Michael Casey
They say that the best years of our lives are our
schooldays.
Maybe its true, but we are all too busy doing the
homework, or suffering Latin homework. I can vouch for Latin in Grammar school,
it’s a form of torture, but it does help your vocabulary, and it does make you
persevere.
I suppose Uni is the best days of your lives too,
until you get the bill. And realise that nobody rates a degree any more because
everybody has one so the currency is devalued. 3 years experience doing
something while you did you degree in film studies. So the experienced one gets
the job.
Getting married and setting up home, are they the
best years of our lives?
Then the first baby and the lack of sleep, learning
to catch and throw dirty nappies out the house, just like a wicket keeper.
Finally getting your book published. Getting a few
plays on the stage, having a column in The Sun and The Telegraph, would these
be the best days of our lives. www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com
Or is it the old days, when your life is in part 2,
when the grave can be seen in the distance, it may be 50years away but you’ve
have the 1st 50 years so you are on the slide to the grave. With experience and
love your view of life has changed, you have a young family, but you know how
to love them. You can feel it in the air, you can see it in the garden, you can
hear the children’s laughter, you can enjoy a glass or two, but you are at Peace,
that’s when you have reached The Best Days Of Your Life.
Michael Casey
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The
Lambs are SilentJul 28, '10 4:24 PM
for everyone
The Lambs have gone its Silent, my girls are in
London today, my wife took them there. So I'm home alone, and its so silent.
"Dad, what does xyz mean" asks my big
daughter, but she's not here,
I explain and tell her to use one of the
dictionaries we have. I want her to be able to find out answers
herself. When you explain things you find that you try and be so exact so that
you don't confuse your kids. It probably makes me think more clearly too.
This morning my smallest girl put a Tamagatu purple
cat on the desk, she said it would keep me company while they were away. Its still on the desk besides me as I talk to
you. My old copy of Don Camillo's Dilemma is there too, I've read 50pages just
200 more to go, then its Don Camillo meets the Hells Angels, then I'm done, 6
books all about a Catholic priest and a Communist Lord Mayor. The stories were
1st written over 50 years ago, I know no Italian so I read them in English
translation. I was actually going to learn Italian several years ago, only I
got distracted by this Shanghai girl, I
married her, you can see some photos of us all on this site, we were at a
wedding a few days ago. I'm the George Clooney look alike in the photos, though
my hair looks as though I've washed it in DAZ. Our 2 girls are there too, along
with the wife, not forgetting the Bride and Groom. As for Italian, I put the
books in an old holdall and put that under my bed, years later my nephew was
learning Italian, so I donated everything to him.
You could hear a pin drop in the house, its so
silent, and yes I hate it. All I have is the pain from tearing down the fence,
its sharp and makes me wince a bit, but aren't we all stupid sometimes, or is
it just me who's cornered the market. I look to my right and can hear the clock
ticking, its a battery powered but still I can hear it. No small girls running
about in the room above me. No Blick DAB radio blaring out Galaxy on their
radio above. The clock in the living room strikes nine, my girls should be
getting on the train home now. London Euston to Birmingham, 28pounds for the 3
of them with Virgin trains, see the offers for yourself. I can hear the boiler
click into action, heating the water for baths on their return. The computer
hums in front of me, just by my knee. I hope I win the HP Envy 17 laptop in
this weeks Sun's competitions, our computer is 7 years old and freezes a lot.
The irony is I joined the MySUN site so I could enter the competitions, and
then I stumbled into putting my blogs here on MySun. The sound of the keyboard
echoes around our empty house.
I jump in my seat, the telephone has just exploded,
my wife has just rung to say they missed the train. Only she was teasing, I can
hear our kids in the background on the train. So all is well, but too too
quiet. I know one thing I could never live alone. Tomorrow the kids will want
Tux Paint on the computer, or want to use the Graphic Tablet on the computer.
There will be noise galore, a family noise, the noise I prayed for all those
years ago.
Cheerio from Birmingham and London Euston
www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com
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Take
My Fence AwayJul 27, '10 5:29 PM
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Take my Fence Away ©
By
Michael Casey
Well just for something different today I took my
fence away. The day had started noisily when a courier nearly knocked my door
down, and it wasn’t even my parcel.
So wishing him well I closed my door. Half an hour
later a polite knocker knocked at my door. “Sorry for disturbing you” he began
“yes you are disturbing me” I finished as I closed the door. I don’t know about
you but I just wish cold callers didn’t bother. Or they all got a disease and
took the Junk Email writers with them, a kind of modern plague, where the
skeletons decayed over computers. But perhaps I’m being too mean today.
As for my fence, we have a rickety old one on one
side next to the entry, its parallel
supports with boards nailed alternately
on the inside and on the outside. However with age it’s developed a
stoop, or backward lunge, a kind of limbo dancing look.
The alley is
kind of blocked because of this, but nobody uses it but me, however I decided
it was getting dangerous, so the fence had to go. Just in case. So I leant on
the fence and it creaked and groaned, not unless that was my back. 3 sections
gave way, the supporting posts had had it for years. Then all I had to do was
saw the last bit away. Only I don’t have a saw, but I do have a metal saw ,or
rather just the blade which was part of the tools I inherited 30 years ago.
They gather dust mainly as I am not a DIY kind of person. I can work out what
needs to be done, but as for doing it, I leave that to the experts. I once
tried painting a wall, only it took gallons of paint, the wall was covered in
a wallpaper that was just like carpet,
so it just soaked up the paint, a bit like painting a bear I suppose, not that
I’ve ever tried painting a bear.
But back to the fence, finally I’d sawn away the
last support and I had a kind of woodern
ladder in my entry. All I had to do was heave it to the rubbish area at
the bottom of my garden. I had to jump up and down to break it up, I had to be
very careful too as there were 6 inch nails all over it. Rusty nails but still
dangerous, apart from the one I nearly
stabbed my chest with, everybody must have done similar such things. Did I ever
tell you when I painted my bathroom.
It’s on my site somewhere
www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com Michael’s Bathroom.
But back to the fence, I was triumphant when I was finished, then the washing
line broke, my bright orange Polo top with a polo scene on it went sailing to the ground along with my
jeans. Another task for me.
Over the road in the hardware store I got a plastic
washing line, £4.50 I was robbed.
I also bought some green twine, £1.60, I had an idea
you see. Once home I got my biggest daughter to hold the end while I tied it to
the tree and then to the peg in the wall. I didn’t realise just how long 20m
is, so I was able to have 2 new plastic washing lines. This is good in the long
run as I live with 3 girls, if only I had another bathroom, but I need a
lottery win before that happens, or Rupert Murdoch sees this and gives me a
job. Hold on a second while I watch a pig fly past.
So now I had a new washing line, all I needed was a
new fence. That’s where the twine comes in. I called my girls outside, together
we ran up and down the yard tying the twine to what was left of the supporting
posts. A kind of net, a bit like the net at Wimbledon was formed. Straight
lines then vertical lines in between, plus some coloured paper to make it more
attractive. My big daughter has done crochet at school so she was well pleased
with her efforts. My wife said it looked like prison bars but she just has no
imagination said me and the girls. We hope small birds will rest on the top
line and sing to us. It was a fun hour or so, apart from the twinge in my back,
the fence was heavy after all. I forgot one thing, I wanted to teach the girls
about Gravity, so I shook the Apple Tree at the bottom of the garden and they
watched the apples fall, Newton remembered. Then they gathered a few apples and
pretended to cook them, the apples were bobbing in a container, Archimedes came
to mind so I mentioned him to them. All in all an educational Summers Day
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Sherlock
HolmesJul 26, '10 6:39 AM
for everyone
Sherlock Holmes
What were you doing 40 years ago? Me, I was reading
all the Sherlock Holmes books. A Study in Scarlet was the first one. I was
reading them before mummy was born I told my small girls. Which proves 2
things, I have a young wife, and that I was a bookworm all those years ago. At
the moment I’m working my way through all the Don Camillo books, which are
about a Catholic priest in Italy and his adventures fighting a Communist Mayor,
though I fear some people may think its
a Mafia story, if they spent a second on google then they’ll know what’s what.
Sherlock Holmes has had a good life in film and on
TV. Basil Rathbone is the best film actor, and we have all seen The Hound Of
The Baskervilles. Peter Cushing also did a great version on the telly, I’m old
enough to remember watching it on TV, in black and white, we only had black and
white tv at the time. Kids today will think I’m joking when I mention Black and
White TV. Colour 3D is arriving as we
speak.
Its 2010 and Sherlock Holmes lives. Sherlock last
night on the TV was a very good concept. As I watched it it made me think of
the new Dr Who, then when it finished I saw Steven Moffat’s name on the
credits, the new Dr Who boss. As for the show last night it had some great
touches and it did remind me of Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci code, the style and
so forth. You all know what I think of
Dan Brown, see profile. But back to last night, I liked seeing Una Stubbs as
Mrs Hudson, the landlady, not the housekeeper. I can remember her as Alf
Garnet’s daughter, am I really this old. My mind says I’m 20, its just the
Birth Certificate that says otherwise. I’ll be a Pensioner before finally I get
my books published, www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com Getting back to Sherlock it was a nice twist
with his brother when we all thought he was Moriarty, and then in this opening
episode Sherlock says Moriarty who? All in all I’d recommend Sherlock 8/10
it’ll be interesting to see it grow, there’s potential for Dr Watson too.
If you want to know more about Sherlock just pop
along to your local library, mine is 150yards away. Then there’s always the
local bookshop or even charity shop. As for me I’ve got to finish off Don
Camillo and The Devil then I’ve only got 2 more left to read. After that maybe
I’ll carry on writing Tears For a Butcher my 3rd book, the games afoot as they
say.
Michael
www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com
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So
Hypnotize MeJul 21, '10 1:33 PM
for everyone
So hypnotize me
I was just picking up the kids from the school on
the hill, I overheard a mum saying that her son was thinking of doing Hypnotism
as a subject for part of his University course. It made me think about what
kind of world we’d be if we could use hypnotism to iron out the rough spots. If
we could use it to make us all shiny and new all the time. It made me think of
Scifi films, from Logan’s Run to Matrix,
the perfect world.
So what if it was just weight loss, or fear of
animals that was hypnotized away. You used to be able to listen to a tape while
you slept and then hey presto in the morning you could speak Chinese.
That’d be good in our house as my wife is a Shanghai
girl and our girls speak Chinese with her while I’m trying to write here at the
computer.
Learning piano via hypnotism would be good too, my
small daughter is now trying out the guitar after playing on the piano for
30mins. We saved up for years to buy the piano and then my brother gave us a
child size guitar which he’d picked up cheap in The Works. My girl is making up
a song now behind me as I talk to you, its hard trying to type when you’re
trying not to laugh, try it for yourself.
Now hypnotists use a watch to hypnotize, so that’d
interest me straight away, just the watch. I have a Russian KGB officer
automatic at present, if you’re read The Watch and Me you’ll know about me and
watches. When I have some money I hope to buy an Oris watch, but it will have
to be a strong one. So there I am being hypnotized to learn after dinner
speaking, I’d really love to get on that circuit, however I don’t know any
Freemasons. I’m being hypnotized when I realize the hypnotist has a lovely
Omega, so what happens. My love of watches overrules the hypnotist, I escape
with his Omega and the hypnotist is found staring at the clock at New Street
Station, he’s mumbling just look into my eyes, look into my eyes. I’m sent back
to the hypnotist, he’s very famous, he has a Cartier Bleu watch, he just gives
it to me, everything becomes a blur.
In the morning I wake up in bed speaking Chinese and
giving an after dinner speech, on one wrist is an Omega, on the other is a
Cartier Bleu. As for the hypnotist he’s found on the no8 bus going around and
around Birmingham, on his wrist is my Russian KGB officer watch, and guess
what, he’s speaking Russian.
Das Vidanya Everybody,
Michael www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com
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Cover
LetterJul 10, '10 2:42 PM
for everyone
I just read a piece in a newspaper on how to write a
good cover letter/cv. Then I realised I'd done that already. So was it my age
or the fact that I like writing which is held against me?
Rather than give you a list , I’ll show you what I
have done/can do.
In some ways I’ve had my life in reverse. Having a
big job 1st and then having smaller jobs.10years ago I was made redundant from
XXXXX after 21years, this was mainly a bulk printing operation working 24/7.In
1999 I met my Shanghai wife in the old
people’s home where my dad lived after he’d survived a near fatal heart attack.
I visited every day literally, on the way to work on my 12 to 8pm shift,
finally after 3years of visits I met the Chinese cleaner. I was then vetted by
a Chinese Ballet dancer from the Birmingham Royal Ballet. In 2000 I went to
Shanghai to meet my future family, so that was 1st hand experience of a very
different Culture. It continues to this
day and we have 2 girls aged 6 and 8.
Working in a hotel and ending up Employee of The Year, as close runner
up. That experience of Customer Service on the Front Line was great fun and
hard hard work. Cleaning rooms, working in the laundry, doing security patrols,
picking up litter in the car park, organising taxis, recommending restaurants
and places of interest to visitors from all over the world, using a bit of
French and Spanish. Working on switchboard and reception duties as well as
concierge duties too. Using Opera which
was the hotel’s computer system. Looking after celebrities, whether it be Will Young or Sharon Osborne, then switching
from that to helping a blind person negotiate the lobby. Pushing the occasional
wheelchair, making time for anybody who needed that little bit of extra
consideration. All the different needs of different people had to be catered
for. I hope everybody I met felt looked after and cared for. I never treated
anybody as just another body to be sorted, each person was an individual with
individual needs, that’s why I had thank you letters sent in to the hotel. While
they were in the hotel I tried to make it a home from home for them. It was a
business hotel and our guests all worked very hard so it was only right that we
worked hard for them in turn, whatever it was, even cleaning their shoes. I would have stayed there till retirement but
my hours were changed so I’d not see as much of my children, so I left. Coming
home at Midnight is not family friendly so I left. The 12 noon to 8pm shift
which I’ve often done fits with our family life. I imagine I will have to do some
degree of shift working but so long as I can see my kids I am very flexible. My
job at a major law firm where I worked
for nearly 3 years until they made me redundant ,was in a very hot Print Room,
standing all day, talking to Lawyers and Secretaries. Jobs also came to us via
the PC and we’d do the job as required, such as printing A1 or A0 plans. Doing
bulk printing, making up training manuals by the score from a few pieces of
paper. When we finished we had a good glossy product that could be used in
seminars or as a pitch document to bring in new work in for the Firm. We would
also take documents apart to copy and/or scan them. I would then have to put
them back together again using binding machines. Heat binding, wire binding or
plastic binding. Or with very old documents which could be 100years old we
would sew back together with silk or green ribbon. You can actually taste the
document as you repair them. I have also done lots of laminating for training
courses. As you can imagine Training is a good revenue stream for a Law
Firm. I know I can talk to anybody and
everybody and have done so all my life, starting all those years ago (1978)
when I was a computer operator in a very busy computer room working on a 24/7
basis. All those years ago computers were a novelty and as big as washing
machines that vibrated just as much. Not to mention punch cards and magnetic
tapes. For 10 years I have a PC at home and I now blog on the MY SUN as the
Christian site where I used to practice my writing has closed down that
section. I have been writing for over 20
years, I have written 2 books so far,
The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker plus Essays and Plays, I also
blog a bit on my own web site www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com it’s a kind of car park where I leave my
writing in the hope that somebody will one day discover me, however I think it
may be the next generation before we have a
paid writer in the Casey family.
Earlier today I was talking/broadcasting to Shanghai where my wife and our 2
kids are enjoying the Summer and Grandma is teaching them psalms from the
Bible. My 8 year old is very blasé about talking to Birmingham over the
internet, none of this existed when I grew up, but she and I use it as a tool
so that we can tell each other that we love each other. Technology is such a
great great tool. That’s all I can say really, apart from the fact that I can
and will do anything, this makes me a useful person to have on the team. I
counted 10 different roles that I did at the XXXX hotel during my time there.
Flexible and adaptable is what I’d call myself, it’s all on my CV in greater
detail. Thanks for taking the time to read this. I hope its more interesting
than a bare list.
Well, I hope my cover letter makes you smile. I hope
that somebody in MySUN world will help
get me a writing job. Though anything would do. Providing this does not
get deleted.
Cheerio from sunny Birmingham, there's tons of stuff
to read on my site.
Michael
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Pizza
and RiceJul 9, '10 12:19 PM
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JULY 9TH, 2010 13:23
Pizza and Rice
I wouldn’t say I have a love affair with frozen
food, say pizza, nor that I like my bacon sandwiches so much. Its just that I
used to work such odd hours. Getting home at 9pm doesn’t encourage you to get
Delia’s book out and be creative. You just want something quick, as its 6 hours
or so since your late lunch at 3pm. It may even be nearly 10pm when you get
home, after doing a workfavour for somebody. So now your stomach does think
that your throat has been cut, it rumbles away as you sit on the bus, other
passengers think its the deep base of somebody’s personal stereo. Once home its
flick Sky on grab dinner from the freezer, in 10 minutes time the dinnertime
Pizza is ready, washed down by two mugs of
milky coffee. If Delia has got 1/2 a page left to fill she could just squeeze it into one of her
books.
Time moves on and I’m married and we have two little
girls. Rice is on the menu daily, you
need a degree in Oriental Languages to know whats in the fridge. I have a
Shanghai wife who really can cook. Chopsticks make an appearance, as does the
spoon shovelling techniques for eating. I can come home to find movement in the
kitchen sink, its alive and will soon be dinner, its a crab. Fish is being
cooked too, the rice cooker is on, you would not believe just how fluffy and
nice rice can be. Before Shanghai, I’d have scoffed at the idea of rice being
so different, Ambrosia creamed rice from a tin was the height of my experience,
now I scoff nice rice. My wife goes to the Korean shop to buy the rice as it
tastes so good. We are lucky we have a huge Ying Yip down the road a few miles
too. Once dinner is ready there are 3 or 5 dishes on the table, Phoenix is of
the TV too. I think my wife only came around to my house in the first place all
those years ago because I had Chinese tv, either that or she really loved my
frozen pizza. Ocassionally there are prawn crackers on offer, you really have
to be quick to make these or you’ll burn them and yourself.
My dad used to have a bowl of corn flakes as a snack
before bedtime if he was peckish, I do the same. Cereals tend to be my
breakfast too as they are so quick and easy to make, well they make themselves.
My wife likes snacks too, but they can seem tasteless to a Western tongue.
However biscuits and cakes from Sainsbury’s are a delight for her, if I search
hard enough I can find them, our girls love them too. You have to understand if
you follow the Eastern diet then you are very slim, both of my girls are slim
and tall, so to fall of the Eastern diet is a treat. Going to the chip shop for
them is a bit of a wonder, they get “takeaway” every day at home, so chips is a
treat. As for me my diet has improved as I have the left overs, though I still
weigh 3 times more than my size 0 wife. As for me and Delia, we do have one
thing in common, and I don’t mean our love of food, Delia and Me are catholics.
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FAMILY
FEATURESJul 4, '10 12:34 PM
for everyone
I was thinking about what to talk about today, as I
need to practice my writing skills, Eric Clapton once said in an interview that
if you don't practice you could lose your gifts, so practice. So this is what
I'm thinking about today.
Our kids, all of our kids inherit things from their
parents. Beauty or lack of it, freckles and red hair or not. Being a bonnie
baby or not, being quiet or not. Our first daughter was very quiet and did not
wake us up in the night. However the 2nd one was the opposite, if she was the
1st one then maybe we wouldn't have bothered with a 2nd. Ask your own friends for
their experiences. Our 1st one was born in the early hours, I got home at 3am
and had to explain to my Shanghai mother in law that it was a daughter. A week
previously I had been to my brother's house where we loaded up an estate car,
Steve from Steve's takeaway had helped. My brother had saved everything from
his kids and now he passed it on to me.Then once home me and the mother in law
had constructed the cot, without any common language between us, it took
1.5hours. Today it would take 1/2 that time as the mother in law understands a
lot more English and I'm much better at contructing flat packs.
Our 1st girl
was born almost on Padre Pio's own Birthday, he being the Saint who'd
started the ball rolling so to speak. Our daughter was big, like me I suppose.
But she has perfect Chinese hair, the kind of hair girls would kill for. Look
at the photos here and judge for yourself. Apart from that I suppose she looks
very Western.
The thing you learn very fast when you have a baby
is how to change nappies and get them and their smell out the house. You save
all the plastic bags from shopping, and its a bit like wicket keeping, a catch
and a throw and out the door. Ask any cricketers if nappy changing is as I've
explained. I'm sure they'll agree.
As children grow then traits appear. Our 2nd child
is very funny. Before she was born she was in Shanghai and her granddad was
making my wife laugh. A child in the womb can hear, so our daughter would have
heard all the laughter, as did her born sister. I think my wife was 8 months
pregnant when she returned home. I can remember waiting at Heathrow after
they'd had 2 months in Shanghai. My daughter was sitting on the luggage trolley
being pushed by grandma, behind was my very pregnant wife. I was crying with
happiness. And as the cot was already ready, no 1.5hours of lego like building.
Drawing is a delight for both my girls. My wife can
do all fancy stuff, Caligraphy and Chinese letters etc. She even used to go
drawing of some sort for the Police in Shanghai. One of my brothers is good
too. So drawing is in both sides of the gene pool.
As kids grow the family features show. My big
daughter looks like me when I was her age, its like Dr Who in a way, she is my
past and I am her future, its a bit spooky as the resemblance is so very
strong. My other daughter apparantly looks exactly like my wife when she was
young. So Nature has given each of us, a clone so to speak. Our youngest also has the fantasic hair too. You'd have to
do some market research amongst your friends to see if all of them rate hair as
the best thing to have. So long as neither of them go white early like me.
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Social
SecretaryJul 3, '10 1:57 PM
for everyone
Once you have kids you become a servant, sometimes
till you die. Today our biggest girl was off to the bowling alley. Her friend
was celebrating her birthday so her mum took her and her friends bowling. To be
followed by Frankie and Benny's Pizza. A really good day out. We the parents
have to get the child to the venue and organise a present and a card. Normal
stuff, only in our house we have two calendars, one just besides me here where
I'm talking from and another a much bigger kitchen calendar. So all the kids
events are marked out. Only there is one
drawback, my wife will write things down in Chinese, not Pinyin , but your
actual Chinese Chinese with all the fancy squiggles. Why didn't you tell me its
Florences party tomorrow, how would I know, but its on the calendar, see right
there, and JJ points to 23rd. Yes but that’s Chinese I explain, you're so
stupid she replies before demanding my wallet so she can rush out to Asda's.
I'm her Clever and Stupid husband you see, I'm her Panzi which means Fat Fat
Boy. My calendar is prettier, but the Chinese one is best as it has more room on. Our smallest writes her Birthday on it just
to make sure we don't forget. I told them that 30years ago or more we forgot
our dad's birthday and his Birthday was on 11th NOV which is an impossible date
to forget, but in a big household thesethings happen. My mum sent me upstairs
to steal a fiver from dad's wallet and I had to get a box of Cadbury's Milk
Tray. Now if in them days the Casey family had a huge calendar from China then
we'd have not have forgotten. But when he spent his later years in a home he
had twice as many visits as all the other residents put together. Padre Pio and
Me on my site www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com explains it.I suppose we should
have an excel spread sheet and that would cover everything, but it wouldn't be
as much fun would it.
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homeJul
1, '10 6:07 AM
for everyone
Home ©
by
Michael Casey
Home is where
the heart is.
Homeless is outside a house looking in wishing it
were your home.
Put into a Home is where due to circumstances a
loved one has to be put into care.
As I talk to you this morning I have a drawing on
the desk propped up by the computer speakers.
It’s a drawing of a girl with all her hair to one
side, she has long eyelashes and is carrying a small bag.
Besides the biro drawing of the girl is a big heart
and some stars, written above is “For Daddy.”
I have a notepad on the desk in front of the
computer monitor so my girls love leaving drawings.
On the side of the fridge is this week’s spelling
list, held there by magnets that aunty gave us.
On top of the fridge is a fruit bowl full of fruit
and sweets.
By the fruit bowl is container full of pens and
crayons, a shopping list in Mandarin beside it.
There are photos of family scattered about the
house, in one corner photos of my mum and dad both long gone, but still much
loved. When you get to Heaven you’ll see them is what I say to my girls.
We found a stilly photo of me so I put it on the
shelf next to the huge red Chinese dictionary, the fairy from the Christmas
tree is also on that shelf waiting ever
patiently for Christmas to return.
Behind me is a painting of an angel a Burne Jones
copy, blowing a flute thing.
Girls shoes are scattered about the house, waiting
to trip me up.
Behind the sofa in this room are two huge bags of
soft toys, waiting to escape.
Once my smallest is back home she’ll release the
soft toys from their Jail.
Then she’ll line them up in rows and sitting on the
teddy bear wooden stool she’ll be teacher.
All the toys have names and she’ll chide them as
together they learn this week’s spellings.
Her big sister has her nose in a book, she’s
determined to win a prize from the local library for reading the most books. I
told her I read everything in the school library when I was young.
The sound of chickens comes from the living room
LULU, not that lulu, but a chat show queen on Phoenix can be heard. Then my
wife is on the phone while she shakes her big wok.
I look outside and am pleased to see my sea of
shamrock, I transplanted it here many years ago, it nearly died during the harsh
Winter we just had but now I have enough for all of Riverdance.
I’ll stop there for now.
But you can see what I’m on about. A home is a
combination of all the things I’ve just talked about.
A home is a physical place, but it is much more than
that. It’s the little things inside the house that turn it into a home. Such as
the Looney Chick toy that I’m using as a cushion, my girls brought it back all
the way from Shanghai last year, and now we use it as a cushion.
The drawings on the desk in front of me are done
with love by my girls.
Sharing a pack of Rolos, even though you love them
so much, this is home, this is family.
In the end, where there is love then there is a
home. Without the love even if your home was better than a 5 star hotel, then
it really wouldn’t be a home, it would be just a location.
For as we all know Home is where the Heart is.
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Just
send me something usefulJun 27, '10 6:01 PM
for everyone
I started watching Evan Almighty but it was too
slow. Though it did remind me of a thought I was having. You see if you read
Internet Story here at MYSun or on my
website www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com
then you'll know all about my writing passion IF that's not too strong a
word for it. So yesterday I had a phone call offering cable tv, this gave me a
germ of an idea which led to yesterday's post about Call Centre Calling. Then
today I had an email offering 4600 channels in HD. Only the email came from
Singapore. I know some email providers scan your emails and is it this that
leads to junk emails. I now must get 60 a day, I just wish their computers
died. However going back to films, Bridget Fonda and Nicolas Cage were in one
film where a cop falls in love and shares his lottery with a cafe girl. You
must have all seen it, its a great feel good movie. In the end he has nothing
but his new true love, then New Yorkers post $10 dollars to them, so that
finally they are not just happy in love but rich. In my story Internet Story
the last line is "just send me $10." and no I hadn't seen the film
when I wrote the tag line. In fact the BBC
banned my essay Internet Story because it Solicited money, they did not
see the joke.
My line of thought is, why don't folks send me
something useful, like an English translation of the Don Camillo stories which
were written by Giovanni Guarechiti. But no all I get is rubbish emails, for
viagra, from Barrister this or that, or from the office of Mr Big, Can I be
trusted, can I help as they are dying of cancer but want to give me a Zillion
pounds all in used fivers. I even get emails from myself. I don't know how to
do that BUT I do know its quiet easy for any IT buff. They should just save
their energy, or get a girlfriend.
Though now I have started this piece I'll ask for a new central heating system, British Gas tried
to overcharge me. I told the guy all I needed to do was wait as his quote was
outrageous. Then 3 weeks later they
offer the job at 1/3 OFF. Or if we follow the premise of the lottery win film
then folks can send me a 1 pound lucky dip. If there are any legal brains out
there can you tell me if I'm ok to accept lottery tickets and would there be
any comeback if I won willions. Do the folks need to write FREE TICKET on the
back.
Now having written this email will I get lots more
"you have won the lottery please send all your details" emails. Or
will some nice company offer to replace my boiler. I could do with a new cooker
too, its all gas stuff I need. OR should I cook on my own hot air.
Good Night Everybody as The Waltons used to say.
www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com
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Call
Centre CallingJun 26, '10 3:46 PM
for everyone
We all just love call centres, we all just love it
when they call when we've just sat down on the toilet and we're expecting a
call from grandma in Shanghai. So the phone rings and we dash for the Andrex
and the sink to wash our hands in. Then still pulling up our pants, we fall
down stairs just as Norman Wisdom or Brian Rix would do, then pulling up our
pants and doing up our trousers’ belt we pass by the hall mirror and see the
black eye we've just got. We answer the phone, there is a long long pause, as
if the call centre guy is having a final
drag on his fag before answering,
"hi I'm Guy, could I interest you in cable tv, I've got such a great package to offer."
his voice oh so so sexy, in his
imagination anyway. Has he not heard of Sky, the best package. So we swear in Shanghai dialect, and hang up
the phone. Then we notice our trousers are split, the one's grandma in Shanghai
had made for us, the trousers for her Panzi, her Fat Fat Boy son in law.
If only we could get revenge, just like in Bruce
Almighty. A bottled water company rings, so we click our fingers and its as if
the Dam Busters had breached that dam, a sodden girl will NEVER ring your
number again. Then there's a knock at your door, its the Mormons, you smile and
smile, and they start running away, only asking which way is the airport. Why?
Well I'll leave that to your imagination. The phone rings again, so you do
heavy breathing, only for a voice at the other end of the phone to say
"I'm Sergeant Dixon, would you be interested in joining the neighbourhood
watch scheme." "Sorry Wrong Number is your reply." You decide to
change, you're half way up the stairs when the phone ring again, you turn and
fall down the stairs again. Your wife is just in the door and she answers the
phone, she can see you over her
shoulder, "I told you you were too fat for those trousers" You trip
over again, "bloody call centres is all you can say."
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My
Old AgeJun 24, '10 5:21 AM
for everyone
I'm called "grandpa" by the teachers when
I pick up my kids from school. Because my hair is prematurely white. In a way
its a joke, but I am over 40 years older than my kids. I was a late starter,
but I do have a young wife, who looks even younger because she's from the East, Shanghai to be exact. In the
East they respect Old Age, so I'm all in favour of that. But as for having a
good old age, I think I'll be dead, I won't last that long. I'll have to work
to at least 66, and maybe 67. So I'll be worn out by the time it comes to
retire. My dad was a blacksmith and then spent 40years in a steel works, The
District Iron and Steel in Brasshouse Lane Smethwick. Has a ring to it don't
you agree? He retired a year or two early when the works was closed down. He
had ten golden years with my mum, then mum died, then he had 5 years in an old
people's home, read Padre Pio and Me
www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com But he at least had those golden ten years.
My brother was made redundant and now at 60 he's
retired. He can look forward to 20+years of relaxation and learning. Me I've
got 14 years more to do, if there's any jobs left. If I could win that lottery,
then I'd retire today and write more books. Or if I could get something
produced/published then I'd be able to retire. The chances of that happening,
probably zero, but strange things have happened, read Literary Criticism on my
site. Perhaps the government should start a National Laughter Campaign to cheer
us all up, Ken Dodd should be ringmaster. The thought of years of slavery is
saddening, perhaps we could start a National Singing Campaign, a kind of
whistle while you work, Arthur Askey
reincarnated to pass all those extra working years away. We could sing
the Song of The Hewbrew Slaves, for that's what'll happen, retire at 95 IF
we're still alive, in the year of 2010 If we're still alive
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My
favourite SweetsJun 18, '10 1:32 PM
for everyone
My favourite sweets are, now let me stop before I
continue. What are your favourite sweets, as you sit in front on the PC, a cup
of coffee perched by your screen as you read this instead of doing those oh so
interesting Excel reports for the boss. Can you remember back to when you were
a child? Or have you never given up on sweets, or are you a parent? Well for me
it was always a Cadbury's Crunch. My brother would sell his very soul for a
Rolo, my youngest daughter loves them too, her delight is squashing them until
these stick to our glass coffee table, which is also our Chinese eating table.
If you look though the living room window you'll think you're looking at a
restaurant or looking at China. Well you are, Shanghai to be exact, rice with
everything. With a diet like that my girls are tall and thin. Thats why they
enjoy sweets so much. My big daughter likes Caylie now, if I've spelt it right.
We all adore a nice bag of crisp, so an Aldi 26 pack does down well. I'm old
enough to remember the salt being in a blue bag inside the crisps, and not when
they reinvented it 20 years ago, I mean 45 years ago. Pop came in heavy glass
bottles which had a penny refund on the bottle, and you could get some chews
with the refund. I always used to drink the dregs from the pop bottles before
taking the bottles back. My brother who I'd put a red hot poker on his leg,
just for fun as kids do. Well my brother peed in a few bottles, to simulate
dregs, and yes you've guess it, I drank those dregs. Which reminded me of the
salt in crisps packets. We had an old fashioned sweet shop just a few yards away
from the family house, two ancient sisters with a small husband between them
lived there and made bread but in the front room was a sweet shop with all
those jars of sweets. They used to say to us children as we left "off ye
go, home to your parents. So we called the shop "off ye goes".
As you grow up your tastes change, and its a nice
novelty to rediscover an old fashioned sweet shop. Then the memories come
flooding back. I'm lucky in a way because I drunk so much milk it protected my
teeth from all the sugar. However I did give up sugar in my coffee when I was
19, just to see if I could. Blokes discover beer and stop having sweets, well
until they are parents. As for women its said that a woman would prefer a bar
of Cadburys or Galexy instead of a man.
Give her a Jackie Collins and chocolate
and maybe some Baileys and the whole human race could die. Sobering thought
that. But it does give a whole new meaning to "I'm Sweet on You."
Cheerio from a wet Birmingham, and don't forget
wine/chocolate/beer/Dr Pepper are all best served cold just like revenge, as
any Mafia friend may tell you,
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Drawing
Pictures with WordsJun 17, '10 5:53 PM
for everyone
A picture is worth 1000 words, and its true. A photo
will show more detail and instantly convey so much more that a paragraph or
more or even an entire article. I have lots of photos of me covered in ice
cream like a big kid, or Panzi which is my Chinese nickname, Fat Fat Boy. So a
photo shows I'm just a big kid, even if the teachers ask am I the granddad when
I pick up my kids from school. In fact I'm the dad is my reply. Photos convey
happyness, thats family photos. News photographers will capture sadness and
pain and suffering, and the occasional piece of joy. Years back I was
surgically attached to a basic snap camera and I was there to capture all the
drunkeness of the people I worked with. When you have your own kids you take
lots of snaps and invest in a digital camera so that you can email photos to
Shanghai or where ever the mother in law is best kept. Absence does make the
heart grow fonder, is what they say.
Drawing is a different medium, it changes things, it
can soften or exagerate, it can bring things down to earth, it can deflate
politicians. Its like a close up that pulls back, then it reveals that the
politician is hiding something, even if it reveals the politician is sitting on
the toilet with his pants down and he is wearing ladies underwear,just like
Pinnochio in Shrek. I wish I could draw but I cannot. I can give 1000 ideas to
a cartoonist but I just cannot draw. My wife is very very good and my girls
probably inherit their drawing skills from her. I try and draw pictures with
words, but I am aware I need a minute or two to paint my picture,whereas a
cartoonist can do something in seconds. So I'm jealous of artists, I'm also
jealous of songwriters who get to the punchline so much faster than me. However
when I do get a poem right, then I get a result fast. Perhaps I should not talk
in terms of competition, the biggest competition is with ourselves. One of the
best compliments I ever got about my writing was that I lead up the path and
put a picture in somebody's mind.
Well www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com is my path, will
you follow it?
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Praise
and RewardJun 15, '10 6:52 PM
for everyone
Praise and Reward, its a sticky question. Some
things don't ask for praise or reward. Like if your kids do a small chore for
you, they don't ask for a pound, they are just happy to help you, because they
love you. If you are thirsty they'll fetch you a drink, they won't charge you
for it, they'll do it instinctively. Just as my daughter did this evening when
she watched me decorating, or rather my attempts at decorating, she even
sacrificed her fizzy pop for me, she knows how I prefer pop to alcohol.
Sometimes I'll offer a reward and she'll turn it down. For me this shows I'm
bringing her up the same way I was
brought up. I know the majority of people reading this will think I'm old
fashioned. I do know that her Irish
grandparents would be so proud of her if ever they saw her, Irish grandad did
hold her in his arms but after 7 months or so he was gone, as for my mum she
went early to make the tea.
Encouragement does work and should be used all the
time. My youngest daughter just loves Matilda the fillm based on the Roal Dahl
book. Why does she love it? Because its funny, and because the little girl does
find love with the teacher.The teacher loves and encourages. Just as everybody
reading this does love and encourage their own kids, even if at the moment the
encouragement is to move out of the way of the tv so all dad's mates can watch
the world cup, and isn't the garden a great place to be and dad will give you
some money for pop from the corner shop If only the kids get out of the way of
the tv.
My daugher has joined a sunday choir, so there she
is praising God, and she gets rewarded with a few quid for singing.
They do say we all have to sing for our supper, just
like Little Tommy Tucker.
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The
Windmills of My MindJun 13, '10 10:43 AM
for everyone
I'm dreaming of a White Christmas makes us all think
of Snow and Love and the film with Bing
Crosby, not forgetting Family. A few bars of a song and we are away, our minds
are somewhere else. Mind you in today's
world its a few drugs, or so called legal highs and the youth of today are
away. Their minds turning to mush.
Me I like to use my mind and not destroy it. I've
been thinking about Tears For A Butcher which will be the follow up to The
Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker. Words, ideas,dreams float by and I sew them together, not with a
needle and thread but with imagination. It takes time and a lot of energy to
create a jigsaw that is a story which turns into a book. Its like word association,
or an old photo thats discovered and brings back memories. We found a photo of
me in shorts and wearing glasses I was alongside my tall brother, we were in
Oxford visiting my brother at University. An angelpoise lamp was in the photo,
the same angelpoise lamp thats sat in a corner of my brother's house today.
Pictures lead to memories and in some cases to more futures, dreaming of the
spires of learning, but thats another story and another university. When I
write its with passion, I really am taken over by the words, by the thoughts,
sometimes its like an avalanche and I'm right in the middle of it. I couldn't
be all clinical and planned and precise. I'm not an architech, I am a dustman,
I pick up what I find and use it, I transform it, and If I can be pretentious,
it transforms me too. We have a friend who just loves music so I emailed him my
best 3 poems and to his surprize he now
now thinks I'm a poet, in fact his wife just rung my wife, about some recipe no
doubt. Chinese folks are just mad for their food. Anyways with Poems they sneak
into my mind and then I sit down with the idea and I finish it off. BUT Poems
are in charge of me and now me in charge of them. In Nov 1987 I wrote a poem
called The Dead and The Living because I wanted Percy the Undertaker in my
novel to be a man of great tenderness, a poet in fact. The idea came to me on a
bus as I was on my way to my Sunday shift as a computer operator. I knew then
that I would never write anything better than those few lines. However last
year I had a line come to me while I was in Saint Phillips Cathedral having a
rest and a sit down. The line was Let my Tears be my words. When I got home I
sat down and finished the poem with my daughter sat on the edge of my chair.
When I finished I realised that I'd just written something better than the Dead
and The Living, it had taken 22years. Such is the nature of Poetry. As for my
comedy writing I start somewhere and a connection will take me somewhere else,
a bit like being a ball in a pinball machine, I get knocked and flipped and
nudged until I end up in quite a different place to where I began. It is very
tiring. Two hours is like a 12 hour shift, because I'm using all my juices. I
have toyed with the idea of writing Tears for A Butcher, in fact the 1st
chapter is down on paper and in cyberspace. But I don't want to commit myself
to a year of writing, If I sold some of my other stuff then, or if I had a fan
base, then yes. But for the moment no, so I am content to be a windmill in my
mind, and yes it really is my favourite song.
my stuff can be read for free at
www.michaelgcasey.multiply.com which
is where you are right now
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Kung
Fu FightingJun 11, '10 5:59 PM
for everyone
Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting
Marrying a Shanghai girl brought many changes to my
life. The sound of chickens clucking for one, Chinese really does sound like
chickens in a hen house, if you listen to the wife talk to her friends over the
Internet or on the phone or when a few are around the house.Chickens,
chickens,chickens. The Mandarin for it is "quock quock quar" or
something like that. Just ask ask your own Chinese friends and they will agree.
They'll also tell you that Panzi my own Chinese nickname means FAT FAT BOY, not
a fat boy, but FAT FAT BOY. I finally get married and have a family and I get
called Panzi. Weighing 3 times as much as the wife or mother in law, has
nothing to do with it, honest I'm a priest you can believe me.
Films brought us together and we still enjoy
watching films on tv. If I could afford Sky Films I'd love to have it, and a
Sky+ HD box. Our Sky+ box is always filled
with films for all the family, Over the Hedge, Bride and Prejudice and
all manner of stuff. Occasionally we have to cull the films to make room for
more. Sky+ really is a godsend for any family. I was just watching Kung Fu
Hussle which had Steven Chow in it. It
really was great fun. Lots of Kung Fu action and lots of fun , and I do mean
fun.It was in Chinese with the bottom of the screen cut off for the sub titles.
I was really laughing, it was on Film4. Chinese Kung Fu films are like ballet
and yes beyond belief but great great fun. If you don't normally watch
subtitled films then please take a chance on my review skills. Do watch and
laugh along. I won't tell you anything else about it I don't want to spoil it.
Previously there was another film on the tv, it was called Red Flowers, again
in Chinese with subtitles. This was about a nursery and how a child was dumped
there, it had no Kung Fu in it, but it was really charming. How they got all
the small children to act in it I'll never know but it was well worth a watch.
I was asking my kids just how much Mandarin they each understood, one was busy
reading the subtitles while the other seemed to understand a great deal of it.
Having 2 languages I hope will pay dividends for my kids. In the future they
can bring Crunchies and Dr Pepper to me when I'm retired, they should be able
to afford them if them keep their language skills up. Their heart they get from
me and their beauty from my wife.
I'll leave it there for tonight, let's hope England
can win the football tomorrow.
ok that's all for today, thanks the world over for reading my stuff
If you want pretentious writing go elsewhere
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