Sunday, 31 December 2023

Lest I forget a HUGE Thank You to Korea and your Kdramas here's a few books to read Happy New Year 2024 already

Lest I forget a HUGE Thank You to Korea and your Kdramas

And give the Stars a bit of space

Let them look like me

Scruffy

Occasionally

And Stop all this SUICIDE

Give everybody a hug

and pray for them

Never push them over the edge

Vote Love, Vote Life

and say a Rosary for all of them

and Me Too

and Governments

HELP people have Families

TAX CREDITS loads and loads of THEM

and avert a Population crash

If I had a Korean wife I'd have 4 kids

Mathew Mark Luke and John

I am a writer after all

I can hear all the ladies run for the door

I have 2 daughters already

so 4 sons would equal my dad's amount

I know what you are thinking

so read this instead

twice

Johnny No Friends by michaelgcasey

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Johnny No Friends ©

By Michael Casey

Peter had no friends, in fact he now was a stay at home person. Though everybody used to call him John or Johnny, because he was always in the toilet, rushing to it in fact. They even moved his desk to the corridor outside the toilet as a prank, so he thanked them and stayed there for 3 years. He did have relationships, but only with delivery drivers who dumped stuff by his desk. So he was a Concierge without actually being a concierge. But he was happy enough because he was near the toilet, he could dump like an Elephant, and smell just as bad. Bad diet and a touch of CKD does that to you.

As the years rolled by he knew more and more about the delivery drivers, as he had a giant thermos on his desk ready to dispense a warming drink. So by the end of the 3rd year he had more Christmas cards than the entire office, but luckily he was a dab hand with a Prit stick so he dabbed them and stuck them to the walls. It looked better than Santa’s Grotto or any church. Everybody took photos and a photographic magazine even awarded a prize. Johnny and his Cards the caption read in the magazine, with Johnny’s email below. Though nobody knew his name was Peter in reality.

Then Johhny’s bladder got so bad, he’d have to wear nappies or have a funnel and a tube from his desk to the toilet. So, Johnny spent his last penny and had to leave. The company were generous, he could have sued the arse off them for the 3 years in the corridor, the company secretary said, who was a bit leaky himself, so obviously he was on Peter’s side. So Johnny got a nice pension, and a framed digital photo of the Christmas Santa’s Grotto, and a very nice tablet which was waterproof so he could use it in the toilet, just as Trump does.

So now Johnny had no friends, but he still had his tablet, well several, as the doctors kept on trying this and that in an attempt to fix him, so he had bottles of tablets, as well as the digital tablet. Johnny got used to his new life, and he had friends on the Internet too, while he continued dashing to the loo. One day out of the blue he had an email from LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com

He was going to delete it in anger, but decided to answer. Lindy Loo was her real name, she was American in Kansas were the mail servers were, and she did have two red shoes which she clicked and she did like ballet too. Out spilled everything, she’d seen the Santa photo in a photographic magazine while she was at the dentists having her teeth fixed.

So Johnny No Friends had found one true friend, which is all you need, and yes she loved the Beatles too, she played them constantly on her Amazon Prime subscription. Now email is a lovely thing, it is a letter that can be read over and over again, you can print them off too and put them in a scrap book too. After a few months, Peter and she called him Peter too, it was so much better than being called Johnny, because he used always to be in the John, so Peter asked for a photo. So LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com sent him a photo, she was tall and big, with horrid teeth and the stereo typical black glasses that Koreans, or American born Koreans wear. But she did have hair to kill for. So obviously Peter fell in love with her instantaneously. Because he knew the real her, and she knew the knew him, so the feeling was mutual.

Though LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com  had lied, because she’d been hurt before, so sent a picture of her best friend from next door. So the friendship continued, and LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com decided she wanted to come and visit Peter in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, so a quaintly named place after all. So Peter said he knew somebody he ran an AirB&B so he could get her discount, it was  the bloke next door. Peter had wondered why he was always carrying large supplies of toilet paper, and did he have some disorder? But his neighbour laughed and said it was for his apartments. So Peter helped let in all the supplies when delivery drivers came, so he was offered discount if ever, if ever he needed an apartment. So that was that, and this was now.

LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com said that was great, as she licked her dinner plate, that was her one bad habit, licking her plate like Oliver Twist, as she read his email on her iPhone12. They’d know each other for 18 months now all told, and so they weren’t being bold. She’d fly in from Kansas and land at Birmingham BHX, and Peter would be there to greet her, old Michael the taxi driver would be ready and he’d drive steady. Now when LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com arrived Michael was in for a surprize, for the girl that landed was not like the photo, in fact how could she be. It was her best friend from next door, the Kansas girl was no witch, though she did wear red shoes. Michael drove her to the apartment where Peter was waiting, he told Michael he must have picked up the wrong girl, but it was the right girl, the perfectly right girl. You see Lindy Loo looked like a Kpop star, but prettier if that is even possible. Peter was shocked but she knew everything about him, and asked was he disappointed, and she’d leave immediately if he felt she’s abused his friendship. You see she felt it best to see if he wanted her for who she really was, and in emails he saw her as she really was. Apart from the photo deception, you see a girl has to know that she’s wanted for herself, not just her looks.

Peter replied, it’s an ill wind that blows no good, and farted before dashing to the toilet. You see Lindy Loo’s dad was a Proctologist, so why should nature get in the way of friendship. She enjoyed a month visiting Old Forge and Singing Anvil, she also revealed she was actually a dentist. Peter felt ten feet tall, and Lindy Loo just knew, she’d break her broom, she’s never go back to Kansas. Besides her dad had worked out how to fix Peter, as he knew he’d be joining the Korean American family. A Break Wind family, was born, Lindy Loo always loved England, and now part of it in the shape of Peter would be all her very own. And yes they had four daughters and formed a Kpop band, you see Love is like the wind it knows no boundaries, and the Kpop band was called The Saint Patricks because that was the day they finally met.

THis is my Life almost for I have CkD too all I need is to meet a Korean Dentist

Johnny No Friends ©

By Michael Casey

Peter had no friends, in fact he now was a stay at home person. Though everybody used to call him John or Johnny, because he was always in the toilet, rushing to it in fact. They even moved his desk to the corridor outside the toilet as a prank, so he thanked them and stayed there for 3 years. He did have relationships, but only with delivery drivers who dumped stuff by his desk. So he was a Concierge without actually being a concierge. But he was happy enough because he was near the toilet, he could dump like an Elephant, and smell just as bad. Bad diet and a touch of CKD does that to you.

As the years rolled by he knew more and more about the delivery drivers, as he had a giant thermos on his desk ready to dispense a warming drink. So by the end of the 3rd year he had more Christmas cards than the entire office, but luckily he was a dab hand with a Prit stick so he dabbed them and stuck them to the walls. It looked better than Santa’s Grotto or any church. Everybody took photos and a photographic magazine even awarded a prize. Johnny and his Cards the caption read in the magazine, with Johnny’s email below. Though nobody knew his name was Peter in reality.

Then Johhny’s bladder got so bad, he’d have to wear nappies or have a funnel and a tube from his desk to the toilet. So, Johnny spent his last penny and had to leave. The company were generous, he could have sued the arse off them for the 3 years in the corridor, the company secretary said, who was a bit leaky himself, so obviously he was on Peter’s side. So Johnny got a nice pension, and a framed digital photo of the Christmas Santa’s Grotto, and a very nice tablet which was waterproof so he could use it in the toilet, just as Trump does.

So now Johnny had no friends, but he still had his tablet, well several, as the doctors kept on trying this and that in an attempt to fix him, so he had bottles of tablets, as well as the digital tablet. Johnny got used to his new life, and he had friends on the Internet too, while he continued dashing to the loo. One day out of the blue he had an email from LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com

He was going to delete it in anger, but decided to answer. Lindy Loo was her real name, she was American in Kansas were the mail servers were, and she did have two red shoes which she clicked and she did like ballet too. Out spilled everything, she’d seen the Santa photo in a photographic magazine while she was at the dentists having her teeth fixed.

So Johnny No Friends had found one true friend, which is all you need, and yes she loved the Beatles too, she played them constantly on her Amazon Prime subscription. Now email is a lovely thing, it is a letter that can be read over and over again, you can print them off too and put them in a scrap book too. After a few months, Peter and she called him Peter too, it was so much better than being called Johnny, because he used always to be in the John, so Peter asked for a photo. So LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com sent him a photo, she was tall and big, with horrid teeth and the stereo typical black glasses that Koreans, or American born Koreans wear. But she did have hair to kill for. So obviously Peter fell in love with her instantaneously. Because he knew the real her, and she knew the knew him, so the feeling was mutual.

Though LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com  had lied, because she’d been hurt before, so sent a picture of her best friend from next door. So the friendship continued, and LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com decided she wanted to come and visit Peter in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, so a quaintly named place after all. So Peter said he knew somebody he ran an AirB&B so he could get her discount, it was  the bloke next door. Peter had wondered why he was always carrying large supplies of toilet paper, and did he have some disorder? But his neighbour laughed and said it was for his apartments. So Peter helped let in all the supplies when delivery drivers came, so he was offered discount if ever, if ever he needed an apartment. So that was that, and this was now.

LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com said that was great, as she licked her dinner plate, that was her one bad habit, licking her plate like Oliver Twist, as she read his email on her iPhone12. They’d know each other for 18 months now all told, and so they weren’t being bold. She’d fly in from Kansas and land at Birmingham BHX, and Peter would be there to greet her, old Michael the taxi driver would be ready and he’d drive steady. Now when LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com arrived Michael was in for a surprize, for the girl that landed was not like the photo, in fact how could she be. It was her best friend from next door, the Kansas girl was no witch, though she did wear red shoes. Michael drove her to the apartment where Peter was waiting, he told Michael he must have picked up the wrong girl, but it was the right girl, the perfectly right girl. You see Lindy Loo looked like a Kpop star, but prettier if that is even possible. Peter was shocked but she knew everything about him, and asked was he disappointed, and she’d leave immediately if he felt she’s abused his friendship. You see she felt it best to see if he wanted her for who she really was, and in emails he saw her as she really was. Apart from the photo deception, you see a girl has to know that she’s wanted for herself, not just her looks.

Peter replied, it’s an ill wind that blows no good, and farted before dashing to the toilet. You see Lindy Loo’s dad was a Proctologist, so why should nature get in the way of friendship. She enjoyed a month visiting Old Forge and Singing Anvil, she also revealed she was actually a dentist. Peter felt ten feet tall, and Lindy Loo just knew, she’d break her broom, she’s never go back to Kansas. Besides her dad had worked out how to fix Peter, as he knew he’d be joining the Korean American family. A Break Wind family, was born, Lindy Loo always loved England, and now part of it in the shape of Peter would be all her very own. And yes they had four daughters and formed a Kpop band, you see Love is like the wind it knows no boundaries, and the Kpop band was called The Saint Patricks because that was the day they finally met.

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Korean Translation of My Soul Is

by Michael Casey

내 영혼은 ©

으로

마이클 케이시

내 영혼은 많은 것

내 영혼은 비어 있고 사랑이 부족해

내 영혼은 표류하며 항구를 찾아

내 영혼은 공허함과 슬픔을 울리게한다

내 영혼은 빈 약속으로 길을 잃었다

내 영혼은 방향이없고 표류와 흔들림

내 영혼은 아무데도 없어 세상 끝날 무렵에

내 영혼은 어둠 속에, 그림자 속에

내 영혼은 방향없이 표류 캐스팅

내 영혼은 저주받을지도 몰라

그리고 나는 오랫동안 죽은 엄마를 기억합니다

무슨 말을하는지 모르더라도 계속기도하십시오

내 영혼은 아주 작은 목소리를 듣습니다

내 영혼은 아주 작은 빛을 본다

내 영혼은 작은 작은 바람을 느낀다

내 영혼은 어디에서나 온기를 잡아

내 영혼은 더 좋은쪽으로 이끌려

내 영혼이 더 강해지기 시작합니다

내 영혼 내 기분이 좋아진다

내 영혼은 방향을 찾습니다

내 영혼이 윙윙 거리는 새처럼 윙윙 거리기 시작해

내 영혼은 더 이상 황혼에 없습니다

내 영혼은 빛으로 움직인다

내 영혼은 노래와 미소

내 영혼은 무료입니다

내 영혼은 더 이상 부담을 느끼지 않습니다

내 영혼은 춤과 같다

내 영혼은 들판에서 노래하고 춤추고

내 영혼은 더 이상 수축되거나 제한되지 않습니다

My Soul은 그물없이 자유롭게 움직이는 곡예사

내 영혼은 이중 무료입니다

내 영혼 내 영혼은 다시 희망의 일부입니다

내 영혼 내 영혼은 다시 사랑의 일부

내 영혼 내 영혼은 은혜로 가득

계속 기도해, 천사들은 항상 거기있어

모든 것을 잃었다 고 생각하더라도

내 영혼은 하나의 영혼의 일부입니다

당신의 영혼을 하나님 인 모자이크에 다시 넣으십시오

비록 우리는 독신이지만 여전히 하나의 일부입니다

nae yeonghon-eun ©

eulo

maikeul keisi

nae yeonghon-eun manh-eun geos

nae yeonghon-eun bieo issgo salang-i bujoghae

nae yeonghon-eun pyolyuhamyeo hang-guleul chaj-a

nae yeonghon-eun gongheohamgwa seulpeum-eul ulligehanda

nae yeonghon-eun bin yagsog-eulo gil-eul ilh-eossda

nae yeonghon-eun banghyang-ieobsgo pyolyuwa heundeullim

nae yeonghon-eun amudedo eobs-eo sesang kkeutnal mulyeob-e

nae yeonghon-eun eodum sog-e, geulimja sog-e

nae yeonghon-eun banghyang-eobs-i pyolyu kaeseuting

nae yeonghon-eun jeojubad-euljido molla

geuligo naneun olaesdong-an jug-eun eommaleul gieoghabnida

museun mal-eulhaneunji moleudeolado gyesoggidohasibsio

nae yeonghon-eun aju jag-eun mogsolileul deudseubnida

nae yeonghon-eun aju jag-eun bich-eul bonda

nae yeonghon-eun jag-eun jag-eun balam-eul neukkinda

nae yeonghon-eun eodieseona ongileul jab-a

nae yeonghon-eun deo joh-eunjjog-eulo ikkeullyeo

nae yeonghon-i deo ganghaejigi sijaghabnida

nae yeonghon nae gibun-i joh-ajinda

nae yeonghon-eun banghyang-eul chajseubnida

nae yeonghon-i wing-wing geolineun saecheoleom wing-wing geoligi sijaghae

nae yeonghon-eun deo isang hwanghon-e eobs-seubnida

nae yeonghon-eun bich-eulo umjig-inda

nae yeonghon-eun nolaewa miso

nae yeonghon-eun mulyoibnida

nae yeonghon-eun deo isang budam-eul neukkiji anhseubnida

nae yeonghon-eun chumgwa gatda

nae yeonghon-eun deulpan-eseo nolaehago chumchugo

nae yeonghon-eun deo isang suchugdoegeona jehandoeji anhseubnida

My Soul-eun geumul-eobs-i jayulobge umjig-ineun gog-yesa

nae yeonghon-eun ijung mulyoibnida

nae yeonghon nae yeonghon-eun dasi huimang-ui ilbu-ibnida

nae yeonghon nae yeonghon-eun dasi salang-ui ilbu

nae yeonghon nae yeonghon-eun eunhyelo gadeug

gyesog gidohae, cheonsadeul-eun hangsang geogiiss-eo

modeun geos-eul ilh-eossda go saeng-gaghadeolado

nae yeonghon-eun hanaui yeonghon-ui ilbu-ibnida

dangsin-ui yeonghon-eul hananim in mojaikeue dasi neoh-eusibsio

bilog ulineun dogsin-ijiman yeojeonhi hanaui ilbu-ibnida

My Soul Is ©

By Michael Casey

My Soul is many things

My Soul is empty, lacking in Love

My Soul is drifting, looking  for a harbour

My Soul is rocked by emptiness, and echoing sadness

My Soul is led astray by empty promises

My Soul is rudderless, drifting and rocking

My Soul is nowhere, about to fall off the end of the world

My Soul is in the dark, in the shadows

My Soul is cast adrift, without direction

My Soul is maybe damned

Then I remember my long dead mother

Just keep on praying, even if you don’t know what you are saying

My Soul hears a tiny tiny voice

My Soul sees a tiny tiny light

My Soul feels a tiny tiny breeze

My Soul catches a warmth coming from nowhere

My Soul is drawn towards something better

My Soul begins to beat stronger

My Soul  my mood lifts

My Soul finds a direction

My Soul begins to hum like a humming bird

My Soul is no longer in the twilight any more

My Soul moves into the light

My Soul sings and smiles

My Soul is free

My Soul feels no more burdens

My Soul is like a dance, moving forward

My Soul is singing and dancing in a field

My Soul is no longer constricted or restricted

My Soul is an acrobat freewheeling without a net

My Soul is doubly free

My Soul My Soul is part of Hope again

My Soul My Soul is part of Love again

My Soul  My Soul is full of Grace

So keep on praying, the Angels are always there

Even if you think all is Lost

My Soul is part of One Soul

Put your Soul back into the Mosaic that is God

For though we are Single we are still part of One

Published by michaelgcasey

I've updated this 18th March 2022 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 ... use Google UK to find me, otherwise Posh Americans pop up I've done loads of writing, about 2,000,000 Words worth over 34years now But before I started to write, 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 54 years in love with words, and I still look so dashing. I have a picture in the attic, just like Dorian Gray I've also had an interest in Politics for 54 years with my dad heckling the tv and Politicians. 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 yes, 30 years plus ago, the play was written in 1988. So since then I'm more than good enough, as a writer. Anything else..... I also ignore those who just cannot write, pick your own candidate I tend to write Comedy as I'd rather make you laugh than cry I have written over 2000 short pieces of writing, yes 2000 " (c) by Michael Casey" If you include "chats" 3700 samples, all told, the chats do NOT go into my books when I compile them. 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 Up to 20 different languages/translations have been read on the same day via this site, here on Wordpress look fo Translations Galore page, and more And in over 90 Countries world wide too so you have no excuse, find your own language and read The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker or Quick Stories or any other of the books in Translation on my Wordpress This proves to me that the humour does travel I have readers in over 100 countries now, just to repeat myself From Nepal to American Samoa and all places North South East and West Or its just a hit man on the run, or whatever Unknown Region Means It may also mean that only non English Speakers like my stuff Coverage but lacking penetration as marketing folks might say 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 all by word of mouth. And 50,000 plus in Christmas week 2021 If you add up all the downloads from my Wordpress + 13,000 when somebody stole the file. I have had more copies than Boris Johnson's Churchill book distributed. Maybe 40,000 copies . Not made a penny from it, free downloads in multiple languages. Reverse Logic, if the world knows me, eventually somebody will pay me But in reality I'll be dead first, and then just 2 pennies to pay the ferryman is enough I've cut the Plaudits, you can read/decide for yourself As for my life, I was born in the shadow of a Brewery, I was a computer operator for a market research company into alcohol sales, 21 years altogether, StatsMR Call centre guy, like everybody once in their life I was also a Trainee Betting Shop Manager I was a concierge and 10 other roles at Crowne Plaza NEC Birmingham for 3 years. Spent 3 years at Pinsent Masons Law firm in Birmingham I even hid a copy of my comic novel "BBU" in the Law Library at Pinsent Masons, well just for a day.. I did a few other jobs too, working life in reverse so to speak and I was an Esol English teacher in an Islamic school, for a year, I knew I could teach. I got Excellent, Excellent and Exemplary on the external assessment, yes really And I asked them to pray for me at least once a day beside which I've had a Shanghai connection for 20 years now, including 2 bilingual daughters and being a hausfrau a long time too, I'm a great dad, as I've had lots of time with my daughters I can always make somebody talk or laugh I believe my short stories could be used to teach English, just package them up correctly or App them Or a Tale a Day from Michael, a story telling App 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. Now with an add on Hernia, the size of your fist, pushing through my bypass scar, it hurts when I laugh, so don't make me laugh 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. I do get heckled by my own Tinnitus these past 3 years+, so I have music on all night long to drown it out. I sleep with Miley, Taylor, Eric Clapton and Will Young, maybe I should buy a bigger bed, or just get a better mattress. Tinnitus is a curse, just trust me I know, each day I wake up, Tinnitus SCREAMS at me for a full hour till it calms down That's the end of the tidy version of my life To finish here's the list of my 20 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 19. The Final Cut of the 19th Hole 20. 2020 Words 21. 21 Door Keys, key to the door 21 on Bingo, hence title, 53,000 words so far I write bullet point stuff mainly now as Tinnitus stops me from getting in the zone to write, story stories. (c) by Michael Casey stuff though my bullet points are better than some "writers" discuss, miaow. That's why I dream of a speed typist, so I could dictate from the sofa https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC to buy ebooks Loads of Korean and Arabic translations downloaded from my Wordpress, 1000s of them Quick Stories in Korean is a big hit. Maybe Kim in North Korea should read my books, instead of wasting his countries resources on what? Just keeping one person in power, him? Instead of joining the real world and opening a string on golf courses. That way we could get rid of Trump too. Into the sunset, as they play golf. Tears for a Butcher will be the sequel to BBU, and it too will be 600pages, however I really need a speed typist to put it down, while I sit and dictate like Barbara Cartland, and hopefully my speed typist would be impressed. we'd marry have half Korean kids, and form a Kpop band with our 4 new kids, with me as manager. And yes this is more for my bucket list, as Tinnitus keeps me awake too much, 6 months of not sleeping till dawn is really killing me Michael Casey aka the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England https://2.gravatar.com/avatar/efda2dca0de5b9269191b7c8b0102473?s=400&d=mm 

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