Word Association (c)
by Michael Casey
It's Saturday 15th July 2023, for all of you keeping notes
I went back to bed as I needed more sleep
Tinnitus tires you out, as you have to fight against it
Sky is playing on the computer, the Classic Rock Band from the 80s
I'm going to finish off GLOW later, I've had my dinner and our cat Totoro
is back in as she is a Who ER cat, likes going out all the time
The wind is epic, no sunshine here in Birmingham
Portugal is lovely my smallest got back earlier and went to bed
she was up at 3am whole big sister had just gone to bed here in Birmingham
Studying/chilling or whatever
I dug out my Rosary beads from Malta, they are i fact Stations of the Cross
So I'll get into the groove with them
only I broke them, so I've repaired them
No I'm far from holy, but what do you do if Tinnitus keeps you awake?
Now Word Association at the top is the theme which I'll get around to
Google Ronnie Corbett monologues
So it's very easy to write, as everything has an association
The thing is how do you stitch them together
Any pile of ingredients are just that Ingredients
Until the cook, the builder, the singer, the carpenter or the teacher
Puts them together
It's the way I tell them as Frank Carson used to say
Your ingenuity makes all the difference
Just as it's the staff that makes the Hotel good
and yes I was great, it was the hardest job of my life
But I had FUN
So a singer or a writer puts ideas together
The pencil, I remember using a very sharp craft knife to sharpen mine
at Primary school, I remember Mr Skullian, this is 1967 maybe
So the pencil brings back those memories
Suddenly I discovered I'd have Mr Gallagher in class 4, the next year
that changed my Life, because partly out of Fear I started to read heavily
Radio 4 appeared a couple of years later
Mr Marshall had a motor bike, and fell off once
1968 maybe, I've only just remembered that
Our neighbour at the family house he had a bike
And bikers turned up, Hells Angels, a prostitute lived
in a house in between our house and neighbour
Dope floating in the air, old Mrs Patrick's house
13 motor bikes in a row, they did not stay forever
the neighbour's son got involved, County Lines
Before the term was invented
Ended up in Winson Green Jail,
was that where one of the Great Train Robbers got out
https://hansard.parliament.uk/Commons/1967-11-16/debates/f8c6ba97-a218-49d1-a067-652c2e775834/WinsonGreenPrison(Escapes)
The Green as the Locals used to call it
Anyway the neighbour caught TB or something
Came around to us to say Goodbye
He died, maybe 40 years ago
One of our old lodger he always talked to them
He had a motorbike in his youth
He was yet another Alcoholic
That's why as a family we never got into alcohol
Save your money for a deposit on a house
If all your lodgers alcoholic then its a turn off
Some were not, for clarity
Anyway this one Jim C
it was sheet ice on the ground, 1inch/2cm thick
He still went to the pub, with 2 walking sticks
But he got a lift home, squeezed into the motor bike side car
The neighour's wife always rode in the side car
Jim C died in his room, and we contacted his brother
His brother was a Doctor
These are some of the things I've grown up with
Being the 5th of 6th in the family
I was closer to the lodgers and their lives
My brothers were busy studying till 2 am
Oxford and Cambridge has to be won
It is not given away
Now as usual I'm meandering but I hope it's interesting
So if you think, I'm just a Posh Fat Guy, then that idea is plain BO%$$$
Education is one way out,
and by the way Lord Daniel Moylan was a few doors further up the street
until his Labour Voting dad moved to a nicer and bigger house
But I digress, and yes I really did chase Danny up the road throwing
snow balls at him after Midnight Mass
I'm Michael the least of the Caseys , 5 of 6
I need to finish now as the pain is growing and Hemp needs
to be slapped on my shoulder
If Danny or anybody read The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
my first book he'll spot some places, I've just transposed them
But as I've not made any money from the writing
Does that mean I'm a total failure
despite 3,000,000 in words, 20 Books and a ton of Bullet Points
no money
Despite readers in up to 162 countries so far
At Least somebody in Singapore loves my writing
As this past month they have read nearly all of it
Is it my new carer/lover/muse/cleaner speed typist
or just a boring AI
I'll never know not unless they take me out for dinner
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