getting comfy getting settled

getting comfy getting settled

I've put the old cushions on my chair and it feels better

so that led to the idea of getting comfy

so I may write something about  that later

Thanks UAE and Saudi too for passing by

though you might just be Yanks at an airbase

or Emirs with camels having a read on you ipad

while the camel fills up with water

you can draw your own cartoon

I really do wish I could draw

sadly I use words to draw with

you have to provide your own coloured crayons

Poland was looking too

and the Russian Translation of BBU is being read again too

so thank you all everywhere

History is so full of Hate at the moment

so I'll just say Peace to Everybody everywhere

and Voting is the only way out in USA

otherwise its all hot air like a fart

so register and VOTE.

As the Lights go Down

As the Lights go Down ©

By Michael Casey

As the lights go down, I switch the lamp on in the living room

I pile my cushions high on the sofa really to hold my bulk

Then  I’ll switch the tv on, ready to entertain me

I should have bought a taller sofa, so instead I pile all the cushions high

My kids tell me off, but I say the sofa’s for me not me for the sofa

So they cannot even sit  next to me but are relegated to another chair

From there they can watch the tv with me

Switch Trump off dad, you watch too much tv news they sing

At me in perfect cross, very cross harmony

So waving a finger or is it two at Trump I change channels

Then we watch a  film together, no matter what the weather

Outside a storm can be brewing and there are too many now

But inside in the house we are warm and  have a film to watch

Stopping only to run to the kitchen for snacks and stuff

Which reminds me there is bottled Bud in the house

Trump sent it over as a bribe I told the kids

Yes, because he knows you prefer Stella Artois

We laugh, but I cannot find a bottle opener

So the Bud will stay in the fridge another week or more

Only finally being drunk when our “chef” wants the space

For some exotic fruit, so it’s drink it or share it with the neighbour

We get back to the film, a buckets of blood Vampire thing

Eating snacks and talking  over the film, we’ve seen it before

When the  girls were much younger, but scene by scene they remember

The cat calls from outside so we let Totoro in

Totoro is fed and we get back to the film, it’s not as interesting as the cat

All the flashing teeth remind me I should visit the dentist

Well it’s late now so I’ll just check the computer before bedtime

I see where you all are and what you are reading

I look at the news online too Trump is hugging himself again

It’s so obviously the pin to stop the  anger exploding, in public

Just like in , It’s Ok , to NOT be Ok my Kdrama that I just finished

Well this is an attempt at a poem so my friends I hope you all like it

A running narrative perhaps, whatever you want to call it

Just remember to HUG with Love , every day, and avoid Dramas.

As the Lights go Down ©

By Michael Casey

As the lights go down, I switch the lamp on in the living room

I pile my cushions high on the sofa really to hold my bulk

Then  I’ll switch the tv on, ready to entertain me

I should have bought a taller sofa, so instead I pile all the cushions high

My kids tell me off, but I say the sofa’s for me not me for the sofa

So they cannot even sit  next to me but are relegated to another chair

From there they can watch the tv with me

Switch Trump off dad, you watch too much tv news they sing

At me in perfect cross, very cross harmony

So waving a finger or is it two at Trump I change channels

Then we watch a  film together, no matter what the weather

Outside a storm can be brewing and there are too many now

But inside in the house we are warm and  have a film to watch

Stopping only to run to the kitchen for snacks and stuff

Which reminds me there is bottled Bud in the house

Trump sent it over as a bribe I told the kids

Yes, because he knows you prefer Stella Artois

We laugh, but I cannot find a bottle opener

So the Bud will stay in the fridge another week or more

Only finally being drunk when our “chef” wants the space

For some exotic fruit, so it’s drink it or share it with the neighbour

We get back to the film, a buckets of blood Vampire thing

Eating snacks and talking  over the film, we’ve seen it before

When the  girls were much younger, but scene by scene they remember

The cat calls from outside so we let Totoro in

Totoro is fed and we get back to the film, it’s not as interesting as the cat

All the flashing teeth remind me I should visit the dentist

Well it’s late now so I’ll just check the computer before bedtime

I see where you all are and what you are reading

I look at the news online too Trump is hugging himself again

It’s so obviously the pin to stop the  anger exploding, in public

Just like in , It’s Ok , to NOT be Ok my Kdrama that I just finished

Well this is an attempt at a poem so my friends I hope you all like it

A running narrative perhaps, whatever you want to call it

Just remember to HUG with Love , every day, and avoid Dramas.

dry run in the rain 27/08/2020

dry run in the rain

my small daughter and 2 of her friends are scouting out the new College

they will be attending, so they are stuck on the bus all masked up in the rain

the rain is outside, we don't have open air buses in Birmingham

though I've just remembered seeing a tourist one

but that was 20 years ago, before the fountain was

turned into a flower pot in Victoria Square

Now UAE and Saudi are amongst today's readers

and Spanish file being read so is the King reading me?

Russian translation of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

is being read too

somebody in Switzerland too

So maybe a Russian billionaire is reading me to his kids

as a punishment

He'll put Disney on if they are good

but for now he is reading my book aloud to them

he wanted to be a Newsreader but his voice wasn't

good enough

so Alexi Goodenoff bought the company instead

2billion USD and he sponsored an ice hockey team

with the small change left over

I'm smiling now, but at least you see how my mind words

no drugs required

IMAGINATION is all you need

wherever you are reading me

Thank you, and tell everybody you know in you address book

send unwanted advertising to MZ and tell him

io io it's off to work we go, looking for apples

to poison the witch with....

another lazy day in Birmingham

another lazy day in Birmingham

so no new stuff, had a fun time just surfing

but the pain monster has returned to hurt me

this is my life

like playing Battleship, where my  body in being sunk by  pain

so here's an old piece to keep you all happy

The UK had a spike lat night, must be bored night shift workers somewhere

or do Prisoners check me out via their phones

Captive Readers

here's something from 8 years ago 2012

Laughter Before Bedtime ©

By

 Michael Casey

“They’ll be Tears Before Bedtime”  is what a wise mum might say, and she’ll be right, mums are always right after all.

However in our house its Laughter before Bedtime. I can remember growing up and hearing the banshee like laughter from my mum as we all squeezed into our small living room, I smiling now as I think back over 40 years. We did have a few laughs, my dad used to tell stories too and I really really enjoyed them.

I spent a long time talking to my dad and hearing  these stories over and over again. When I left home of course I visited often, I’d come for the dinner. I’d be in the living room talking to dad and my sister was in the kitchen talking to mum. Before my sister drove me home in her car we’d swop parents and share more news. Normal family business, I hope you all share that same kind of love. Naturally an hour or so after the family dinner I’d go and have a kebab, which is the normal lad thing to do.

Sharing laughter is a great family experience, who did what and where they did it, and just how stupid it all was, is a natural family experience. I really find it hard to believe when some people say “I hate my dad, or my mum’s the pits” whatever happened to love each other. If you want a little peace form a Christian family. Or form a Sikh family or Muslim family. The key word is family, which means a group of people of the same blood who love each other and share things together. JKRowling’s new book is about the opposite thing, though she’s forgotten to send me a copy of her new book.

We imitate old uncle John with his walking stick and big boots, we love him but when he’s gone back to Manchester we make fun of him of him. It’s normal. If anybody else makes fun of him we’d him them with a walking stick, but he is our uncle, our blood so we laugh at him, but we really love him. He gives us  10p and says go buy some sweets, he’s forgotten that Deciminalisation was 40years ago, the price of sweets have gone up, penny liquorice  cost 50p now.

Family laughter is the chains of love that keep us together, once on holiday in France me and my sister met a priest who went to school with our dad’s brother, this would be back in the 20s and 30s, the 1920s and 1930s. It turned out that the priest’s family were quiet rich at the time, so the future priest had a bicycle so the Casey boys would steal it and ride it. This was 1981, the story stuck in the back of my mind, so 10 years later I had the idea when writing my comic novel that a priest blackmails a police inspector because the police man stole the priest’s bicycle when the police man was a teenager. In England we don’t have the statute of limitations, so in theory the police man could be charged and go to jail.

You don’t know when an old story can bubble up in your mind and you can use it again. Tonight we were laughing about pillows and we were stealing each other’s pillows from the beds because we wanted the new super soft and comfy pillows for ourselves. I had tried an old new pillow that had been in the cupboard, it was too hard, grandma had sent it  to Birmingham from Shanghai  telling JJ to take it back to England as she did not want it. And why didn’t grandma want it? Because when you sleep on it, it blocks off the blood supply as you sleep and you wake up with a funny arm, all the blood has stopped circulating. You have to shake and shake your entire arm before it goes back to normal. So I told my 3 girls this as I was trying to get them to go to bed, they just laughed at me, like I was some kind of fool.

Biography of Sorts August 2017

Biography of Sorts    August 2017

I'm Michael Casey sometimes listed as Mr. Michael G Casey聽
so check both till you find all 14 books
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1聽
I started writing a long time ago. 1987 to be exact.
It took me a year to learn how to write. I spent 20 years listening to BBC Radio 4 BEFORE I picked up a pen. I used to read by the yard too. I hope I write for ears if that doesn't sound too pretentious.
My Face is on all the books so you know who to blame I am not the Monk of the same name.
www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com to HEAR my words.

Stop Press, for those of you who wished I'd stop writing, well it nearly happened. I had an Unplanned Triple Heart Bypass in Jan 2015, and I didn't even know I had heart problems. 6 months later I learnt I had 4 grafts, so is that a Quadruple? Anyways Thanks to Birmingham's City Hospital and our Queen Elizabeth hospital I am still here with you. Though I'm still getting pain as it takes a long time to heal, and just for fun my Arthritis plays up too. I have given up eating meat and I don't eat frozen food any more. So I've lost nearly 10kilos, and I eat salmon and chicken all the time now, which is boring. But the alternative could be pushing up the daisies. I write 2 or 3 new pieces a week on my site so have a look there. And yes I write about pain as well, for without pain in our life we have not experienced all of life. Though I'd love a break from all the pain, as would all of us. Its Dec 2016 now i'm still writing as often as possible its good for the brain, and the tv news says coffee is good too, so I may drink more of my Kenco Rapore with milk. I've nearly reached 1,000,000 WORDS after 30 years of writing, my kids can put it on my tombstone, along with a new copy of microsoft word that I can use in the next life for a few thousand years.

Biography
I've been close but no cigar most of my life, such as having a play accepted by a professional theatre back in 1989, the play was Shoplife. Life is not a straight road, its more a long and winding road. I can even remember being at grammar school when Monty Python first came out. And look what happened to them. One of my brothers was actually at the same college and University as John Cleese. Another brother was at the same college and University as Mr Bean. Though not at the same time. As for me I went to work. Our dad by the was a Blacksmith then sweated for 40 years in a steel works.

The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker is a slow burner that really does catch fire, and the best place to be when a book catches fire is, down the pub, The Trader in the book. Hidden in the cellar since WWII is a hoard of whisky, whisky galore you might say. When the street of shops in the book is threatened the shopkeepers can and will resort to anything. Such as a Poet and Undertaker using blackmail. When Patrick finds his one true love, and breaks the bed to prove it what does his priest do? The priest makes him organise a fete for the children's home, now that he has made a baby he has to take responsibility for it, and the children's home fete. The priest too uses a little blackmail, so the local police stop all traffic and detour it so as it passes the children's home 3 times, just in time for the fete. The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker is a fun book for all the family with an explosive ending.
So buy it. Amazon Kindle books can be downloaded to Kindle, PC and Laptop. So you have no excuse, or does the writer have to persuade you?
www.michaelgcasey.wordpress.com &聽

http://butcherbakerundertaker.blogspot.co.uk/

Now my book of blogs has many funny pieces in it, here's a taster of what you get if you buy the book.

Stuffing Tony漏聽
By Michael Casey

Stuffing Tony, what am I talking about, no not our tame turkey whom we've decided to eat, nor anything else. Tony is in fact a soft toy, he's my small daughter's favourite, the one she loves the most. He's a white tiger, he was in fact he was her sister's Birthday tiger from a few years ago, but she cried until she owned him. Tony is a very washed out bleached kind of tiger. Tony has been through the washing machine a couple of times, he was very very dizzy when he came out. Yesterday Tony got a brother, his brother is a ginger tiger, now christened Ginger. Ginger makes us laugher because Ginger is how English people call my wife if they cannot pronounce her Chinese name.
Tony is one of 40 stuffed toys the girls have, they live up a corner behind the sofa which is just behind me. They are allowed out to form a class when my small daughter plays teacher, afterwards they climb back into their Iceland bags and go to sleep. There is a problem with Tony though, he's lived in the fast lane and lost a lot of weight. So following strict instructions, today I have done a stuffing transplant, which is like a heart transplant but much more important and dangerous. Today without any sedative I have made Loony Chick donate some stuffing to Tony. I took the scissors and make an incision in Loony Chick's behind, I then proceeded to remove the stuffing. I had previously made an incision in Tony's neck at the back, it was then a process of removing from Loony Chick and stuffing Tony.
The whole procedure lasted 20mins, Tony now looks very plumped up and proud, as the leader of the pride should look. As for Loony Chick, he, she or should I say it now looks as if he'd had a few dodgy kebabs, very slim, but at least the head still looks plump. When the girls come home from school we'll decide what to do with Loony Chick, should we stuff him with chopped up old clothes, or bubble wrap? Or should he face the death sentence and be sent to a Charity shop, I know it sounds cruel, but since he came back from Shanghai in 2009 he'd mainly been a cushion.
These are the very serious things a modern parent has to deal with, luckily I know how to sew, and I have a special relationship with all the toys. Now that Tony is full and looks like a weightlifting Tiger I hope Ginger won't be jealous, otherwise one of them may have to end up in a zoo, or the closest equivalent, in one of the 13 charity shops near our house.

www.michaelgcasey.wordpress.com
www.michalgcasey.typepad.com to hear me read my stuff
www.michaelgcasey.tumblr.com to hear me read my stuff
http://butcherbakerundertaker.blogspot.co.uk/
are places to read my stuff, comic in the main.

I would love a spot in a newspaper or magazine, print or online.
I would love a spot on the radio too, 90 seconds with Michael聽
where I'd read a blog out on the radio every day. I have 900!
So if you agree with me that it would be a great feature do get in touch

I also think a book of my stories with facing page translation plus my audio聽
attached would be a great way to teach English via humour to foreigners聽
I have enough material for a series of 20 books.
So angel investors get in touch
My shorts/blogs are 90 seconds long.
My 12 books can be bought here on Amazon Kindle,
DON'T FORGET KINDLE BOOKS CAN BE LOADED TO PC AND LAPTOP NOT JUST KINdle



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I've just grabbed this so you can have a read over night. 

some links do not work  so google "michaelgcasey" to find me in all my glory

or sniff for the smell, of Movelat pain killer gel



JOHN LEWIS here in UK is opening its Christmas shop online, it is a fantastic shop by the way

anyway here's a randomly  chosen piece about Christmas

4 months before the event, but Christmas in UK is worth a visit

and you can sit on my knee and I'll go HO HO HO

 now there's an offer to entice all my far flung readers

Christmas Was Cold

Christmas Was Cold ©

By Michael Casey

Christmas was cold, and Kevin did not like it, he didn’t like it one bit. The agency had said they had a job for him , it was a temp job and it involved a lot of travel, and it paid well, very well.

So Kevin took it like a shot, he’d been unemployed for a while and he wanted to bring some money in so he could go on holiday to some place any place warm. They had said he’d get a free holiday as part of the package IF he took the job.

He arrived at the port and went into a warehouse, he’d be interviewed in there said the agency. He looked all around and he could see nobody, nobody at all. Then he heard the sound of boots echoing behind him, he spun around to see and elf approaching. He laughed, the man in the costume looked so silly.

Only it wasn’t a man in a costume, it was a real elf, only Kevin was too stupid to realise it. He’d never seen a real elf in his life. The elf looked Kevin up and down, he half smiled. Kevin was fat, very fat, the kind of fat where his belly was bursting his belt, it wasn’t overhanging his belt, that would have been disgusting. No Kevin was fat, perfect fat, for the perfect job.

The elf asked him did he know why he was here, and did he have his passport with him, the usual stuff when you apply for a job nowadays. The elf walked away with Kevin’s documentation in his hand.  Kevin looked around the warehouse it was empty, full of nothing.

Full of nothing as far as stupid people could see, if Kevin could use his eyes then he’d see that the warehouse was brimming with people and every kind of thing. This was Christmas warehouse. The elf returned holding a Santa suit in his hand, Kevin laughed, so that was the job, Santa at a store. Well he needed the money so he put the suit on.

Kevin felt dizzy, he had to lean on the elf for support, he had stars in his eyes, he was seeing things. The elf took a glass of water out of his pocket and Kevin drunk it willingly. Noise and fireworks appeared in the empty warehouse. Kevin fainted.

Kevin awoke in another world, in Santa’s world, now he could see that he was in Santa’s workshop, there were elves everywhere. He must have been drugged, he rubbed his eyes and felt his face. He had a beard, a long white beard. He’d been drugged and transformed into Santa, suit and all.

The elf explained, that only a man with a perfect belly could stand in for Santa at Christmas. Kevin was the chosen one, he was the man, he was Santa. The real Santa had broken his leg while skiing in Birmingham, so Kevin was the standin.

The elf went through the Health and Safety rules, HO HO HO, always 3 HO HO HOs, other than that there were no Health and Safety rules. The reindeer would explain everything. Kevin looked around he could see no reindeer, the elf led him outside to the dock.

A submarine surfaced and the sleigh and the reindeer emerged, reindeer can hold their breath for such a long time.  They are waterproof or seaproof too, the sleigh has water repellent paint on it too, made in the paint factory in Birmingham, you know the one just down the road from the reindeers friends in Ladywood Fire Station.

Kevin was impressed this was more like James Bond, he high fived the reindeer, they licked his new beard, that’s what reindeer always do to Santa. The elf smiled he was sure they’d get on well. The elf answered the unasked question, why the submarine?

The submarine was to get into countries where Santa was not welcome, North Korea was one of them. A sleigh would be spotted on radar, so Santa would sneak in and shower love and happiness and hope amongst the people.

Kevin shed a tear, he was Santa now, so his heart felt the things Santa felt. The submarine levitated and turned/merged into a bigger sleigh, a very large sleigh. Eat your heart out James Bond, Santa has much better toys, literally.

Kevin shook the reins and away they went into the night sky, Kevin ho ho hoed his way around the world. His fat belly was too big to get down a lot of the chimneys, but that’s where the reindeer came in, they formed a team, a tug of war team and pulled him up and down the chimneys.

The reindeer could of course get down all the chimneys, they held their breath and wriggled their bums, it was easy for them they had been doing it for centuries. That’s why your Christmas trees get nibbled in the night, it’s the reindeer, its hungry work flying around the world with Christmas presents.

Kevin, or should I say Santa realised why he needed the beard, it kept him warm, it got cold, very cold flying high in the sky. They did stop on the River Po, just to say hello to Don Camillo, he was a priest but sometimes he was on the naughty list, and sometimes he came off the naughty list, depending on what he and the mayor had been doing.

The sleigh/submarine had a never-ending supply of presents, Kevin, I mean Santa got into the swing of things, the reindeer sung carols, 1000s of them in lots of different languages, they were a carol jukebox. Some brought tears to Santa’s eyes.

Dive, dive, dive they had to sneak into a country to bring Hope and Love, no presents just a loaf of bread. The reindeer didn’t nibble on any trees, as Christmas trees and Christmas itself were banned. The reindeer cried, but there was always Hope.

High and Low, Up and Down the sleigh went over the face of the earth, Santa HO HO Hoed, tonight Christ was born, a new light had entered the world.

The work was done, the world had been crissed and crossed, the reindeer headed back to the warehouse. As the sleigh landed Kevin’s beard dissolved, he was Santa no more. He looked around the warehouse, the elves were dissolving into nothingness, the reindeer trotted away still singing Rejoice Rejoice Emanuel.

Had he been drugged, was this all an hallucination, it couldn’t be he felt Love in his heart, he had been Santa for a night. As he walked out of the warehouse his footsteps echoed into sky, Kevin looked up and could see Santa in his sleight, his crutches besides him, and the reindeer still sung Rejoice Rejoice Emanuel.    

25th August 2020 fresh out of bath what do you think Japan? post 2970

lazy day today, I may write a new piece in the morning, ie. Wednesday, Tinnitus keeps me awake till dawn these past 2 nights, so I listen to music to keep the Hiss at bay, as well as reading Trump news. Finished my Kdrama:- Its Ok, to not be OK, was really good. The Autistic character was very well acted. The whole thing had the most crying in, more than any Kdrama I’ve seen so far. If you want to watch a Korean hunk cry then ladies watch this show. There was a lady crying too, as usual, which breaks any heart, but the sight of a man crying might be too much if you are a lady.

one day I may start taking nice photos, where I pose properly and comb my hair

What  do you think Japan?

Unholy Words

Unholy Words ©

By

Michael Casey

Now yesterday, Sunday, I said what I may write about today, but nothing is certain in life except Death and Taxes and Trump lying, so I may not end up doing what I hoped. No, I’m not a liar, circumstances change, so you have to react, children or Autistic people have difficulty coping when things don’t go in straight lines. It’s Ok to not be Ok, my latest Kdrama has an actor playing an Autistic person, he is very good in the part by the way, I have to finish the series this week. The point being, if there’s a storm we have to stay home, or if there is Covid 19 we have to take precautions, not unless your Freedom gets in the way of your Common Sense. This morning in the Press in France 100 nudists caught Covid 19, despite being masked up, naked just with masks, no I’m not making this up, see DM website. So events change and we need to react and also be proactive when we know a storm of whatever nature is coming. In USA twin storms are due to hit Louisiana, so I hope folks get to shelter and are safe. They can read all my rubbish while the storm blows.

Now some words are Unholy and they need to be, if somebody is about to have an accident, walking into traffic while looking at their iphone for example, then you shout a warning, or you may decide that you are interfering with his Liberty so you allow him to get killed. It may be the way I’ve been brought up, or perhaps I’m a good parent, I look for danger and protect against it. My kids joke I am Mr Brown from the Paddington film, I do have very fast reactions for a fat guy, just my hands, I catch and grab stuff. My daughter sliding off the edge of the sofa being one memorable example, I caught her, I still remind her 15 years later. Working in a hotel for 3 years means I’m proactive, some were just lazy, and passed the buck. Going back 40 years and more, I had to clean up after the previous shift, hanging all the magtapes up, yes I’m that old, magnetic tapes with read/write rings in, and punch cards too.

But the long nights and the days off in the middle of the week means I’ve had plenty of time to THINK, yes it’s not popular nowadays, people just want to Tweet like fools, but enough of Trump for today. So this allows you time for your brain to grow, education does not stop at the school door, some think it does, and some who spent a long time in school are still pretty DUMB, but I won’t do on about Mickey Mouse degrees, or folks having No Common Sense.  Before I finish this theme, you tell me what Intelligence is. No, wrong, if you just said having X Y Z and this or that degree, it’s speed of thought. Now go think about that.

I did think yesterday about writing about Euthanasian, but I thought you’d all split into 2 camps, right to die v life at all costs. What about quality of life? And then there are those who are Pro Life, but what about  the quality of life of the Living, support the unborn, but the living can live in Hell. These are just a few thoughts for you, but already you are Twitter judging me.  These past 5 sentences are there to make you THINK, my own opinion would take 20 pages, or 6000 words and I’ve barely gone over 600 right now in total. I have written a poem called The Dead and The Living it’s Percy the Undertaker from The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker describing his holy vocation, those are my opinions on The Dead and The Living. I wrote it in November 1987 when I was on the 82 bus going to work, I scribbled it down, I recited the piece to KJ and he said it was poetic.  

The more you know about a subject the better, you can make a reasoned judgement, you are less judgemental the more you actually know. You’ll condemn less, and love move if you have a better understanding. I watched Constantine last night on Tv, I saw it before  a few years ago, Keanu Reeves is in it, he chases Devils in the film. There is a suicide and the cop twin sister does not want her sister to rot in Hell because of suicide, and no Christian burial either. Now these themes disturb as well as making good film material. So the next big question is, how deep is God’s love for us? Absolute means absolute. So everybody can gain forgiveness, we pray for the Souls in Purgatory after all.

Now if you are reading this you may think this is a departure from Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham’s normal writing. Actually it is not, you assume you know me because you’ve read  a few bits and bobs. There are 1,630,000 words I’ve penned into books, but maybe the full total in 2,000,000 or 10,500 pages at a  guess. The point is you have to delve deep, do not be a Twitter person trying to be a smart Alec, and some of my words have 2 meanings, you have to decide am I serious or am I really taking the Mick. Maybe I’m doing both simultaneously, or is that not allow? Words have to follow your construct. This is obviously not the case.

The next point is, should you joke about some things, is Black Humour not allowed? Now because of the age we are in I have to explain to some youngsters that Black Humour is not Eddie Murphy, it’s humour with/from a dark place. Mel Brookes wrote the Producers and Spring Time for Hitler is in it, then Jerry Lewis was making a film about a Nazi Prison Camp, but he canned everything. He was too ahead of his time, years later Life is Beautiful was made in 1998. So you can debate that for yourselves.

I have had folks read my  more serious stuff and they prefer the comedy, or say I should stick to comedy, but today this has percolated to the top, so you can suffer this. I did write something called Revolution about an old people’s home,  

I think that was 30 years ago maybe, but the ideas return in a chapter when I finally write Tears for a Butcher, in fact they may all appear in the finale, but I may never actually write that full length book. I need a speed typist, as I’ve mentioned previously, otherwise it’d be too exhausting, I cannot spare a full year just to one project. But my point is the way you use the words changes, the words have to fit the situation. A love poem for a wedding is one thing, and Valentine Poem is online, or  a sheet of profanity might be needed for something else. I tend to use metaphors as they are funnier and can do the job.

So as the pain attacks me, I need to finish, and yes I can hear you muttering, He is finished as far as I’m concerned. He tried to make me think, I’m not having that I’d rather have a President grab my….