Sam Smith is moping our floor for. Christmas, he is so good

Sam Smith is moping our floor for. Christmas, he is so good

his singing is not too bad either

The attention seeing

that He and ALL Pop stars do

is ultimately boring

His MUSIC leaves everybody speechless

So no need for the He/They/ nonsense

I identify as a fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham ENGLAND

as that's what I see in the mirror, as well as my hernia and bypass scars

and the man inside is me is me, nobody else but me

I can only be myself

Be yourself and don't pander to the audience

Quality Counts

and Yes HE is QUALITY

streets ahead,  smudged with chocolate

Quality Street is a brand of chocolate

for the USA audience

I have to insert a smile into everything I do

Sam is singing Diamonds now

as he gets back to mopping my kitchen floor

he may pour the water from the mop bucket

over me when he's done

It would be an artistic statement

Streamed on Instagram

He might even Tic my  Toc

which sounds painful

But if I close my eyes I might enjoy it

So what is the point of all this

None

I'm just exercising my fingers

a change from picking my nose

is this picket

official or unofficial as Ken Dodd might say

Let all the wrapping paper drop to the floor

this Christmas

which reminds me of an old piece

and no Sam, an old piece is not a metaphor

You are such a cheeky boy

I can almost lip synch to he Abbey Rd video

your guitar boy looks like a tree surgeon neighbour

so here it is from 14 years ago

excuse the typo

Wrapping Paper Oct 24, '09 8:07 AM

for everyone

 

I was in Aldi and I spotted Winnie the Pooh wrapping paper, my smallest girl just loves all things Winnie the Pooh, so I got the paper. I wasn't sure whether to wrap her Birthday present in it or just let her have the paper. In the end I gave her the paper to play with. She was delighted, immediately she wanted to use the wrapping paper to wallpaper the walls with. As I've said before she once said she liked Winnie the Pooh because his belly reminded her of my belly. Such is a child's love, unflattering but love.

 

It did get me thinking though, why do we need wrapping paper? Packaging is part and parcel of ordinary life.  Easter eggs are the thing with the most packaging, so much packaging and then so little chocolate. My mother gave up on Easter Eggs because of the cost, there were so many of us Caseys after all. So we had bars of Cadburys chocolate instead, the Cadburys  factory is just a couple of miles from where I'm sitting. Easter came and we devoured the Cadburys bars, cheaper than the Easter Eggs but so very tasty.

 

People have wrapping paper or layers all around them,we can all remember what Donkey said to Shrek, so many layers like an onion. At the moment I'm dressing up in the wrapping paper called a "suit", so that I can get a new job. So people can see me at my best, hide my tummy and hope they forgive my premature white head of hair, as for my bushy eyebrows God alone knows what they may think. You can judge for yourselves by clicking on the photos on this site. How much do you reveal, how much do you hide as you have an unnatural experience that is called an interview. Perhaps interviews should take place in a coffee shop, as you may know LLoyds of London started in a London coffee shop 100s of years ago. Even better interviews could be held in a bar. You have two pints to prove your worth, so don't spill the peanuts over the interviewer's haut couture dress. Perhaps then at the 2nd interview you have to sing karoki with the 2 interviewers, and IF you can sing My Way word perfect then you get the job. It sure would be more fun.

 

More wrapping paper is used when we are embarrassed or too shy to explain things to our doctor, we waste 5 mins talking about the weather and the Fall leaves before we finally blurt out that its a boil on the bum ort something below the waistline. And why is it that on these occasions the doctor on call is one of the opposite sex, why cann't it be your usual doctor.

 

Wrapping paper is used an awful lot in Faith, we lie to ourselfs and our God/Gods by thinking we don't have to do this or we don't have to do that. Faith can become a Buffet, we lie to ourselves and God, this bit does not matter, so we'll show God only so much of ourselves. A bit like cheating in an exam. I'm sure  God's smiling as he watches us, perhaps the Saints place bets on who will finally come clean, clean being the opperative word. The Saints queue up ready to interven, which 999 or 911 call will come though so that a Saint can be dispatched. I know in1996 when my mum had died suddenly and then 8 bare weeks later my dad was given 1 week to live, we actually picked the hymns for his funeral he was so bad. Then all the layers, all the wrapping paper was off, Padre Pio came to the rescue. So that I met my wife in the old peoples' home, 3 years after my dad came back from the dead. Dad lived long enough to hold his granddaugher in his arms, 5.5 years after that massive heart attack.

 

The ultimate wrapping paper is love, its hard to say you love somebody when your heart has been broken so many times before. Its hard to take a chance when somebody might laugh in your face. Slowly you reveal one thing, then another, then another, yes I can see  the idea of a Monty Python joke as I write this. I do write comedy after all. But when 2 strangers become friends, when 2 become one, then all the wrapping paper is off. She may not mind your hairy back or fat stomach, he may not mind her big feet or whatever she feared. It can turn out that  what one thinks is ugly your Love may find attractive. Love is Blind after all, Love conquers All, Love is all you need. Together naked, the wrapping paper is discarded.

Forgive myself is playing, 

so Forgive me and Forgive yourself

this Christmas and Every Single Day

ps. you missing a spot with the mop