The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

Friday, 7 November 2025

I've been talking philosophy with Gemini and Meta AI. UPDATED now

come back in a bit

I'll fill the space below

so I've been to the Post Office and got a lottery

the only way I'll get the cash to move to B17 Harborne

and no hills to climb, had to stop and rest 6 times

such is the hill

but at least the Tsunami of Tinnitus has calmed down

I taught two little black kids

the look and remember game

you look

you close your eyes and try and remember

so what colour is my hat/trousers/coat

I told their mum if she repeated this

as a game

it would be good for their brain

she said thank you

and as I was saying to Helen of Troy

my friend behind the counter

a small event can change your life

like me losing one job in 1977

but in 1978 I got into computers

and that did change my life

and provide steady income

NOW after I died nearly, getting up the hill again

I have been talking and educating ai

while Tinnitus swirls in my head

Its like ESOL English teaching to me

and I was excellent, excellent, exemplary at that

yes my OUTSIDE assessor said that

better than the fully qualified teachers

So put that in your pipe and smoke it

I'm not a Mickey Mouse person

So I've battered and bruised AI

but will the Bosses agree

and I'm so cheap too

but excellent quality.

or will they continue to stick their heads in the sand

What else, TRUMP

I built a ballroom

I put a gold sign on my door

and paved over a rose garden

and had a Party for Great Gatsby

While USA. people starved

because no food to eat

and I'm indulging in phoney wars

just to hear chants of USA

Now all flights cancelled

and Epstein still hidden

BUT

eventually

Vinegar will be spilt and

Trumps rocks will split

and Elephants will leave the room

Hannibal Lector

has crossed the Tiber

and Trump won't be a Survivor

Cos he lacks the brains

to see past his own conceit

I've been talking Philosophy with gemini and meta AI

God's Fool, Michael Casey (looks like) a gorilla with a Rosary

come back in a bit

I'll fill the space below

so I've been to the Post Office and got a lottery

the only way I'll get the cash to move to B17 Harborne

and no hills to climb, had to stop and rest 6 times

such is the hill

but at least the Tsunami of Tinnitus has calmed down

I taught two little black kids

the look and remember game

you look

you close your eyes and try and remember

so what colour is my hat/trousers/coat

I told their mum if she repeated this

as a game

it would be good for their brain

she said thank you

and as I was saying to Helen of Troy

my friend behind the counter

a small event can change your life

like me losing one job in 1977

but in 1978 I got into computers

and that did change my life

and provide steady income

NOW after I died nearly, getting up the hill again

I have been talking and educating ai

while Tinnitus swirls in my head

Its like ESOL English teaching to me

and I was excellent, excellent, exemplary at that

yes my OUTSIDE assessor said that

better than the fully qualified teachers

So put that in your pipe and smoke it

I'm not a Mickey Mouse person

So I've battered and bruised AI

but will the Bosses agree

and I'm so cheap too

but excellent quality.

or will they continue to stick their heads in the sand

What else, TRUMP

I built a ballroom

I put a gold sign on my door

and paved over a rose garden

and had a Party for Great Gatsby

While USA. people starved

because no food to eat

and I'm indulging in phoney wars

just to hear chants of USA

Now all flights cancelled

and Epstein still hidden

BUT

eventually

Vinegar will be spilt and

Trumps rocks will split

and Elephants will leave the room

Hannibal Lector

has crossed the Tiber

and Trump won't be a Survivor

Cos he lacks the brains

to see past his own conceit

Thursday, 6 November 2025

I hate everybody, I'm the dear leader

I hate you, and everything you do

I don''t what my approval rating is

36% is a lie

The PROBLEM is all of YOU

Nothing to do with me

Its all your FAULT not mine

I can turn water into wine

I can walk on Water

Whatever I say is right

and you are all WRONG

Everybody loves me

I won the Election

so I own everybody and everything

For all Eternity

Even the sea moves up and down

I am Canute

everybody agrees with that

You should be Flushed away

But lies block the toilet

as they did before

Beware you are losing your marbles

and The system might fall

Flushed away by being a fart

shared ignorance Trump and Putin, even less toilet paper but more mess

Annie and Bettie get their Man

Michael Casey

Now if you have read The Butcher The Baker and the Undertaker then you will have heard about Annie and Bettie, I don’t think I’ve mixed the names up, but it is over 30 years ago since I wrote the book. However the twin sisters are still impossibly beautiful, and still work behind the bar of The Trader, their dad’s pub. They have now gone through puberty and have complexions to die for, I won’t say any more but imagine English Roses to the Nth degree.

As the whole world comes through the doors of The Trader they have become experts in People Watching, to be honest growing up in a bar they have a degree in psychology at very least. The Human Animal observed from behind the taps of a bar. Customer service was of course ingrained into them, though this does not mean they did not know how to have fun.

Today they were dressed as Pregnant Nuns, Rodney or is it Roger the Traffic Warden had imprinted his love of dressing up and amateur dramatics on them from an early age. So they dressed up and acted out dramas as they served behind the bar, it made life more interesting for them and it helped pass the time. As you can imagine The Trader was a very happy place to have a drink in, very very rarely was there any trouble.

The twins’ mother was worried that her beauties might do the wrong thing and get pregnant by some BASTARD, so she made them promise at age 7 that they would stay pure, and only ever go to bed with their husband. The twins honoured this promise as they loved their mum and dad so much. It was an easy promise to keep as they hadn’t seen any husband material, so they were not tempted.

However these past 3 years a revelation revealed itself to them, the twins had a crush on the draymen, they saw them regularly for years and they’d have a cup of tea together after each delivery. The draymen were just ordinary guys, nothing special. In fact they both had something that marked them out, you see Ken had a stutter, and Len had a limp, caused by dropping a beer barrel on his leg years ago. Other than that they were perfect, Annie and Bettie had decided that they were husband material.

Ken stuttered away but Annie loved him the more, when she heard on the radio about stutterers being able to sing she persuaded Ken to sing for her. And guess what? Ken’s singing voice was like Johhny Cash, so deep and appealing. She would have gone through a Ring of Fire for him. As for Len he was as strong as an ox, as was Ken, but seeing him limp made Bettie love him the more. He had no limp in her eyes, he was husband material too.

Ken and Len didn’t know it but they were marked men, they had husband written all over them. Now over the years the friendships grew, but nothing happened, Annie and Bettie were good girls, and a promise to a mother is a promise to a mother. However the Urge as the call it in Ireland does come, and that Saturday night, the night of the big match, the Urge would win and could lead to Sin.

The Trader was full and everybody was matching the Man U v Villa game on the big screen. Len and Ken were in a corner enjoying the match, Annie and Bettie were sighing, the Urge was upon them. It was a game of two halves and everybody was merry. It was then that it happened. A drink was spilt and angry words were exchanged. Annie and Bettie looked up and stopped the Guinness in mid flow.

Sor sor sor sorry, it was Ken trying to apologize. He was mocked by a giant of a man. Len limped forward trying to be the peace maker. He in turn was mocked. Annie and Bettie felt the urge upon them, Annie whispered to Bettie, tonight is the night I become a woman. Bettie whispered to Annie anything you can do I can do better. Again their men were being mocked.

Sing for me Ken screamed Annie over the noise of the match. Ken knew the song she loved so he sung, Stand by Your Man, his singing was perfect. In seconds Annie had leapt from table to table to be by his side. Bettie was right behind her, Len needed her, she knew she needed him. They were their chests heaving, it was now or never. Annie grabbed Ken and kissed him, his stutter would vanish forever after a kiss like that. Bettie would not be beaten, Len’s limp would never go but Bettie didn’t mind.

Then Annie and Bettie swung around, they were still dressed as pregnant nuns, have you got a problem? The giant of a man laughed in their face, turning to his mates, pregnant nuns are the only girlfriends these guys will ever get. Len and Ken moved forward, they were so angry. Annie and Bettie defused the situation by kissing their men and placing their men’s hands where only a husbands’ hand should be. The whole pub gasped, the match was ignored, was this going to be a Strippergram.

Trust me, said Annie, trust me said Bettie with a parting kiss on the cheek for their HUSBANDS. I don’t like BASTARDS the twin sisters said in unison. With that they simultaneously, dropped kicked the giant of a man, before kick boxing his friends to the ground. GOAL.

Villa beat Man U 3 2 in extra time, but in The Trader a giant of a man and his ugly friends were too dazed to notice.

The whole pub laughed at them, Villa and Man U fans united, they did not like bastards either. Mocking a limp, and mocking a stutter, will only get you in the gutter, and you will see stars. Annie looked at Bettie and Bettie looked at Annie, NOBODY would ever mock her husband. With that they pretended to faint, they were caught by their husbands. The husbands took them to bed. They had waited and now they were ready. Their mother had been out shopping, and she fainted for real when Wayne said their twin daughters were upstairs, being touched for the very first time, Madonna was singing the song on repeat.

But Len and Ken were the perfect husbands for her daughters, though they would still need to go to church and the registry office, to make it official. Were the girls right to beat the bully? Well if you have multiple black belts, in fact they are 3rd Dan in some martial art, I forget which, what would you do? Stand by your Man is such a nice song after all.

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this will be part of Tears for a Butcher if ever I get around to finishing it

the 30 years later sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

though in the fiction it continues on the very next day

All I need is that speed typist…. I could write it in 3 months

or 24 two hour sessions

Mocking the Afflicted, somebody was reading this its worth all of you reading it

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Mocking the Afflicted

Michael Casey

I had to get up early today for a blood test, a fasting one too, which meant I could not eat after 10pm last night. As you can imagine I was starving by the time I got home after the blood test. I had to walk a bit to in the cold which set off my pains. Ok, I won’t bore you with that, the other thing though is that I got a printout of my medical history going back to 1975. So as I had my breakfast and lots to drink, I am a big fluids person after all, I had a look at my medical printout.

Then I swallowed my beta blocker which slows down my heart so it does not explode. My pigs are upstairs having their last lie in of the Christmas holidays while I talk to you all. I was going through the newspapers when I spotted something about a Utuber who was in Japan, it was in the Guardian I think. This person went to a well know suicide spot in a woods and filmed a victim he’d found there. A film star condemned him for such crass behaviour. You can all find it for yourselves and let him know what you think.

Mocking the afflicted is not a sport. In the old days the village idiot was protected by the village, yes they may not treat him perfectly well but he was protected. I was watching Peaky Blinders on Netflix over the holidays, it’s very good by the way. In it there was somebody who suffered from Shell Shock as it would now be called.He was protected by the Brummie gangster who had been a war hero. Yes, the tale did end in tears, but otherwise he was protected.

In my next full length book, Tears for a Butcher, which I may never finish, it’ll take a year of my life, or 3 months if I am lucky enough to be able to borrow a legal secretary I could recite the tale to. In that follow on to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker which is 30 years old this year, yes I cannot believe it either. Well in it you have twin sisters who are the publican’s daughters. They are beautiful beyond compare, but they are also very dangerous, as all girls are.

So who do they fall in love with? They fall in love with the draymen, one of whom has a stutter but can sing, and the other who has a limp. When I write it up it will be both funny and full of pathos. Because the two draymen are mocked by football fans from outside the area. Annie and Betty will not stand for this so they stand by their man. You don’t speak to my bloke like that, leads to Annie and Betty using their martial arts skills to bounce the outsiders out of their home, the pub. Then there is 18 certificate kissing in the bar, they have decided the draymen are theirs and so they put a marker down, or a tongue down throat might be more accurate. Typical writing by me.

The point though is that the twins Annie and Betty want real men, not plastic selfie taking posers. Men who will love them always. Yes one has a limp, but he has personality and great eyes. The other has a stutter but when he sings it disappears and his voice goes straight through her, she’d do anything for him. Tell your own daughters never to be impressed by the superficial. Its depth of character that matters, if he can make you laugh then marry him.

I am also a big believer in the little people, because they always but always surprise us. The least of the brethren are there for a reason. I know some would say I’m on the scrapheap, that I’m useless. So I am reminded of myself when I see people less fortunate than me. That’s why I try in small ways to help others. We all can, it doesn’t have to involve money if you have none to give. You can give a smile, a look, a word, a joke, or just hold open that door for somebody. Or just wave to the bus driver so that he waits for somebody.

All these simple things show our humanity, and it’s how we treat the least of our brethren that shows just who great we are. Annie and Betty in my story see the humanity within and that’s what they find so attractive. Yes life is not perfect, and I certainly am not. But one thing I’d never do is mock and laugh over a body of a stranger in Japan or anywhere else, because he is one of my brethren.

Boris's Coat, somebody was reading this. RUSSIA leave Ukraine today, what are you doing in Ukraine anyway

am I ahead of my time again

from 9 years ago

Monday, 31 October 2016

Boris's Coat

Boris’s Coat ©

By Michael Casey

Boris was a soldier, he was a good soldier because he was still alive, that Winter had been hard, so very hard, it was the Winter that nearly killed him and Mother Russia too. But he and Mother Russia had survived to win the battle and then the war, the Nazis had been pushed back, and with the help God himself Mother Russia was to be freed from the Madness of Hitler.

Boris had a great big warm coat, this had saved his life so many times that Winter, the Winter the Nazis had tried and failed to kill Mother Russia itself. Boris had borrowed it from an officer, a political officer, Boris had said he’s kill him if he didn’t give it to him, so the officer had decided it was politically correct to hand it over. There was a tear inside it as the officer handed it over, or rather Boris snatched it from him, so Boris sewed it up and sewed inside it an icon of Saint Michael, they had been sheltering inside a church as they hid from the Nazis, so Boris thought the icon would help him just as much as the coat would.

By Stalin’s moustache he was right, no sooner had Boris poked his nose, and he did have a big red nose, outside the church when a Nazi sniper took aim at his heart. Boris fell back as if dead, only he soon realised he was not, the icon had taken the bullet instead of Boris’s heart. Boris immediately promised to lead a good life once the Nazis were defeated, though there were 6 million of them on the Eastern Front, none were on the beach having ice cream in France, why did the Nazi bastards come to Mother Russia in the first place, did they not know that Napoleon had tried and failed centuries ago.

While he was on his back Boris spotted where the Nazi snipper was, so he rose like a ghost and threw a grenade killing the bastard. The political officer laughed, saying it served Boris right for stealing his coat. Once they edged forward Boris rescued the dead Nazi’s boots, they were a perfect fit, as for the Nazi’s coat the political officer had it, it had a fur collar so he was quiet happy now. Though Boris reminded him he might get shot at by our snipers so he had better put his ribbons on it, just in case anybody thought he was Hitler.

War is horrible but as you advance you get to improve your wardrobe as you kill the Nazi devils, though using the word devils is a disservice to devils. Boris got shot 3 or was it 4 more times but each bullet just passed through his coat, the political officer joked he must have mice living in it making all the holes. Boris threatened to make one in the political officer’s head, though the next day he did catch a mouse and was going to eat it but decided instead to keep it in his pocket to keep him warm, and once he fattened up the mouse he would eat it.

That mouse was with him when he liberated Berlin from Hitler’s evil, it was there too that Boris met a Yank called Hank. So in exchange for Boris’s coat Hank gave him 100 American cigarettes. Boris jumped at the exchange, before taking a coat off a dead Nazi whose body was still not cold. Those bastards should have their own very Hell to burn in, the suffering they brought to Mother Russia, by Stalin’s moustache it was a close run thing until Russia strength beat those Nazi bastards into the ground.

So the Yank finished his war and Boris finished his war too, what became of them we’ll never know, or so we thought. You see History is a strange thing, and it is a wonderful thing too. Hank the Yank’s grandson became a History Professor and as for Boris his grandson became a History Professor too. One in San Francisco and another in Saint Petersburg, Hank’s grandson was on holiday in Saint Petersburg and was in a bar drinking Russian Vodka, it was a weakness of his. So who did he meet, only Pavlov Boris’s grandson, the bar was called Stalin’s moustache.

They got talking and were amazed to discover the connection, Hank had died of heart failure only the year before, he had kept the coat and it was his stories that had encouraged his grandson Ryan to be a Historian. Of course the coat had to be returned, in fact Ryan had a friend in the State Department called Hillary, so Hillary put it in the Diplomatic bag and it was in Saint Petersburg within 36 hours.

And that’s how an International Friendship was fostered and rekindled, from one saint to another, from Francis to Peter, and an icon will always take a bullet for a sinner, any sinner.