Tell the Truth and Shame the Devil

Tell The Truth and Shame the Devil ©

By Michael Casey

I don’t know about you but when I was a kid and I did something wrong my mum would say she would not hit me, just tell the truth and shame the devil. This has stuck with me all my life, so I just cannot abide liars, if you lie to me and I find out I will never trust you again. If you cannot be trusted in small things, how can you be trusted with big things. There is no such thing as its so insignificant it does not matter, everything does matter.

My mothers values were taught to her at the nipple, from her 19^th Century mother, so maybe my values come from there too. The reason I mention this is that Post Truth is the word of 2016 apparently. In other words LIARS WIN, or they would if all of us were not careful. Today Trump has sacked the son of his Nation Security Advisor, check BBC for full and accurate report. Basically some cock and bull story about Hillary and a pizza house in DC, which ended up with a guy and a rifle turning up at the pizza place. This is madness, are people so stupid that they believe anything a blogger writes in cyberspace, have people lost their brains, do they only read the web and not BBC, nor ABC, NBC or even Fox, check facts  from 3 different sources at least.

So with Post Truth in mind can you tell what is true or fiction from what I’m about to write. Mark Zuckerberg is really black but has the same condition as Michael Jackson had. Facebook is really part of the Mafia, and if you go to the Italian version you can see for yourself that what I say is true. The Pope, Francis is really a pizza maker from Venice,and he has a gondola parked at the back of the Vatican, on a little lake he had 10,000 nuns dig with spoons.

Hillary is really Mrs Doubtfire, now that she has ditched the make-up you can see the resemblance, that’s why she looks so happy now she has lost the Presidency. As for Obama he refuses to move out of The White House, that’s why there is no room for Trump’s wife and son, its all a pretence that Baron has to finish school The Truth is that the Obamas are squatting, until Obama’s kids finish their school. Both the Obama girls are doing hairdressing courses specialising in hair cuts for seniors, and blue rinses for the over 95s.

Mylie Cyrus is really a construction worker, hence the wrecking ball in  her video, she is flat broke really, if she was making money from music then she could afford clothes, she’s broke that’s why she is nearly always naked. And as for Taylor Swift she is really a dwarf, she just performs on stilts, you look closely and you’ll see I’m right.

As for Bond, James Bond, Daniel Craig is really a woman, nobody could have such come to bed eyes if they were a man, his bedroom eyes proves he is a woman, you know its true. All the action sequences are done by a body double, another woman.

I can go on and on telling you the Truth, but are you prepared to accept it, the Truth hurts you know. Milk is not milk you know, it comes from the breasts of triple breasted aliens who have been give sanctuary on Earth so long as they give us milk. They can sometimes by seen in Playboy magazine, that’s why Hugh Heffner looks so happy, he has several living over his garage.

My 12 books are on Amazon and if you buy them girls will jump into bed with you. Or boys if you don’t want girls in your bed. Follow link.    https://www.amazon.com/MichaelCasey/e/B00571G0YC 

Now this Final Post Truth  statement is either the biggest lie or just plain bad or is it good marketing, perhaps I need to put it on Facebook before any of you believe me, cos if its on Facebook it must be true. Hang on Putin has come in to use my bathroom perhaps I’ll ask him for advice.

i came down stairs for pain killers and ended up writing this its nearly 3am

I want to Sleep with You

I want to Sleep with You  ©

By Michael Casey

Before you all get the wrong idea, what I mean is that I just read a piece in the newspaper about Hästens Vividus which is the most expensive bed in the world. One of my dreams is that when we finally move house I'd like a new plush bed, though the one I've just read about costs as much as my house, so I really do need to win the lottery or for all of you to buy all of my books on Amazon.Your purchase will send me to sleep, unlike my writing which should make you laugh.

Beds are nice comfy things, where you sleep and make love, and scream in my case scream in pain these past few years due to my Arthritis. But there is nothing nicer than a nice warm bed, and a nice warm lover besides you. Or if you are too young for that a teddy bear or your dog or cat sleeping on the duvet at your feet.

When we were kids we used to pull back the curtains of our bedroom and bounce up and down on the mattress doing a show for our neighbours at the bottom of the garden. Once we spoke to our neigbours over the garden fence, they asked who the stupid people were, so we denied all knowledge 3 times, just then  our other neighbours’ cock crowed.

Beds take a lot of knocks, so the leg broke, not the same bed we were dancing on, but another one, we were a large family after all. So what do you do with a broken bed, we could not replace it just for that reason. So a baked bean tin was used in place of the broken bed leg, though when we wanted beans on toast the bed lost its substitute leg. So we then used a 100 year old iron,the old fashioned one that you heated up to iron your clothes with, one of those ones. And it was a perfect replacement leg, luckily we had an electric iron to keep our clothes pressed with.

Headboards are an add-on and the bed shop charges for one of those, if your headboard breaks then you have to suffer, or just put an extra pillow on  your bed, and hope it does not slide off the wall behind your bed. In hotels you have really big and majestic headboards, these can cost 100s of pounds, and if ever I really do get my fancy bed a headboard can cost 50% of the cost of the fancy mattress. The headboard also acts as noise insulation for snoring and other noises that come from beds. Though I’m hoping some fancy bed company sends me a fancy bed in the future, I could be a bed tester.I tend to wake up every 2 hours like Dracula rising from his grave, I am like clockwork in that regard.

I have of course broken a couple of beds, because because because, I am just so heavy. 110 kilos or 245pounds if you are American or 17.5stones in English. I weigh more that a heavyweight boxer, and I am 5feet 10inches or 178cm in French.I look much much lighter as its all compact tight fat, not wobbly fat, that’s why I am a George Clooney look alike.

So a bed just has to be strong. I did have one that lasted 25 years, but its replacement a metal one just wilted under the weight.Imagine a giraffe that’s fallen over after having too much grass,the green grass in fields, giraffe’s don’t do drugs, they always say NO. So my metal bed legs just gave way. We put the old bed frame in the street and a passing Polish guy picked it up and hammered it back into shape. He was only half my weight.

So my next bed was a nice wooden one that you assemble, only it had a tiny crack in it. That bed was really nice and pretty to look at, it coped with my mass really well. That is until one night there was a loud big BANG, in my bed. It woke me up,the crack over the 2 years I had it just got bigger until it snapped and one side of the bed gave way. So in the morning I took the bed downstairs and used it to form a garden fence, it still looks pretty at the bottom of my garden, like a fancy stile.

So finally I tried Argos and they had a 700pound bed frame, luckily it was reduced to 150quid. It weighs a ton and would not fit up my stairs until I removed all the packaging.I could barely lift the sections together but somehow I managed to put the jigsaw together. This is the bed I am still sleeping in, it looks quite posh too. It will stay in the house if ever we finally move as I do not have the strength now to take it apart.

I have bought a new mattress to go with it, and my advice is not to skimp on the mattress, the mattress should cost at least twice as much as the bed frame. So a cheap 100 quid bed should have a 200quid mattress on it. Don’t forget duck pillows and Egyptian cotton sheets. See you all want to sleep with me now, or rather not with me but in my bed. If I roll over I’d kill you as I’m so heavy, I am in fact 3 times heavier than my wife.

A good bed and mattress such as the Hypnos brand is a thing of beauty that’ll last for years and bring you much pleasure whatever you are doing in it,even if its just sleeping, so don’t buy a second hand BMW, but a great bed instead, and get a bus pass. Then you’ll have a greater appreciation of life and loving, without adding to pollution, though you may add to population. 

Having a Cold

Having a Cold ©

By Michael Casey

I have a COLD it is December after all, but you had the Flu jab so you should not have a cold nags my Shanghai wife. The Flu jab is not an exorcism I try to explain, but I have to explain what an exorcism is, there are still a few missing words in her English vocabulary. I do have to look after myself more as I am more like a target for infections now, such is the state of my body. Still extremely gorgeous and more good looking that George Clooney, but only if he was 70 pounds heavier as the Americans say, with surgery scars on chest and both legs.

As I have a cold I need a new roll of toilet paper besides me to blow my nose into and to cough and spit into, yes I am Steptoe personified, you can google Steptoe and Son for yourselves and then buy the shows from the BBC. Let’s just say he was 75 and needed a shave and was a rag and bone man in Oil Drum Lane, he could at least multi-task, by doing the washing up in the shower while he washed himself, saved water too, maybe he was an early Green party member, while he washed his member.

While you are being disgusted by Classic British Comedy, let’s get back to my cold, I am wearing at least 7 layers and 3 pairs of socks to keep to keep me warm, I am of course wearing my slippers too, or rather a pair of Clarks trainers that I wear around the house only. My first trip to Shanghai to meet my Chinese family was so cold, the weather not the welcome, that I wore 3 pairs of socks then too.

So when I bought a pair of new shoes in a shoe shop in Shanghai I had to first remove several pairs of socks in order to squeeze the new shoes on. The staff all had old coffee jars full of tea, which they kept on the shelves, and had a sneaky drink when customers were not present, and for some reason they thought I was strange, they would not have know who George Clooney was even if he was stood next to me.

I’ve been drinking lots of hot water, diluted with coffee, tea, and green tea throughout the day, I have sucked loads of Soothers and Lockets too, so much so I needed to brush my teeth several times as well, George Clooney’s smile would look as bad as Steptoes compared to mine, me his lookalike would look better than him.

The thing about having a cold is that your voice is so deep, I was playing Barry White earlier and as I sang along I realised he sounded like a choirboy or Michael Jackson compared to me. I did sing into the toilet roll and dance around the living room singing you are my first my last my everything to my Shanghai wife. She just laughed and poked me with a wooden spoon telling me to open the kitchen window to let the steam out and all my pollution as she did not want to catch my cold. Yesterday she gave me some exotic vegetable, Ki I think it was called, she told me it was good for me health, all it did was make me FART.

I can tell my cold is getting better as the snot rate has lessoned, my nose is dripping less, like a tap which has been turned tighter and the drips lessen and the echoes in your bathroom fade. My nose is rather red, Rudolf is quite jealous and left some dung on our roof, but I will sell it for £5 for 50grams, if anybody is interested do let me know, it grows red in the dark, as does my nose.

I have to have another hot drink now,then a hot bath, the theory is the heat will chase the cold away both inside and out. Then I’ll go to bed and not be able to sleep as I’m too hot, you need to be cool to sleep, so I may open my bedroom window and sing Barry White songs to the stars, now that’s cool.    

Three Times Repeat Method

Three Times Repeat Method ©

By Michael Casey

Well we just watched Groundhog Day again on tv, it’s such a great film, it’s always better on the BBC because then there are no adverts to ruin it, just the film on its own. As you know the reporter’s life is repeated until he redeems himself. So it made me wonder about my own life, and maybe you all think about your own lives when you see the film.

When you are learning something for school you may have used the 3 times repeat method, it worked for me for my French and Spanish, maybe it could work for you too. Or the little bit often method, my brother told me that 45 years or so ago when I was starting on my exams, no doubt your kids have just done their mocks. So you will have given them advice on how to study.

You can apply this methodology to lots of things, such as kissing girls, boys, teddy bears or just your old cat. I’ll just leave that to you imagination, as I say this Lionel Richie sings, make it last forever. See I can’t even talk to you without somebody injecting their opinion into the mix. But what I wanted to talk about is how Life is not a straight line, and it cannot be rewound so you have try and get it right the first time.

Yes you can practice and its great when you improve, whatever you are doing, baking cakes or hitting a ball with a bat, but I know now you are all now thinking everything I say is a metaphor for something else, all I’ll say is that your Priest is always available to hear confessions.

So what would you practice most, me I’d love to go bowling often, I am rubbish at it but its the only thing I enjoy even though I am terrible at it. Because every throw of the ball brings a different result, I suppose some love Roulette for the very same reason. You can have a beer and a snack as you hurl the bowling balls down the lane.

Its years since I’ve been but the romanticised memory lingers on, just like the memory of that first kiss. The reality may be that she bit your lip accidentally and you had to go to hospital for 2 stitches in your lip. Rather like the Royal Princess accidentally cutting Ed Sheeran’s face last week. One thing was planned but another actually happened.

I’ve sidetracked myself so let’s get back on track, what is so important to you that as you lie on your death bed wishing you had done something better. Would it be that house you wished you’d bought in the first place, or would you just smack that boring bastard of a boss in the mouth.

I’ve had a couple of really bad bosses in my life, so I can understand if any of you out there in Czech or Poland or around the corner from my house in Birmingham think you should have smacked him in the mouth. Though speaking as your virtual priest, I have to advise you to love your enemy and turn the other cheek, and fart in his face.

Hopefully if you had good parents as I did then you are on the right track from the start of your life, as you grow older you realise just how right they were. Apart from the things you disagreed on, but you should be wise enough not to dump on your own parents, give them the illusion of being demi gods, Long Life to he who honours his parents was in the Bible after all.

Then when you are their age you will realise they were right all alone, age brings wisdom, or rather the convergence of thought. Thought is a circle in families, you’ll discover this for yourselves. I’m sure as my dead family members are looking down at me, the angels and the saints are saying, he is exactly like your dad. Which in a way is the greatest compliment a dad can receive, though he may have to be dead and buried before he hears it.

At the end of Groundhog Day the reporter has finally achieved humility and wisdom and he wakes up in bed fully clothed with the girl of his dreams and they live happily ever after, that’s if they didn’t freeze to death in the snow. He has learnt how to be a nice person and how to play piano and ice sculpt, not forgetting French poetry.

So I hope we can all become more like a fictional reporter in a film and then we’ll have a happy life. I do have a book of poetry on my book shelves, and I do know a little French, so perhaps I have a head start. There is a piano behind me too, and its freezing outside, so if you read this piece and and again it’ll mean that one of us or all of us is having their own Groundhog Day. But if you get stuck repeating yourself then just remember the three times repeat method, and a little bit often, then you’ll really enjoy yourself whether this is a metaphor or not.   

Metaphor this

I  stumbled over this from 5 years ago

Metaphor This © 

By

Michael Casey

Well first of all I have to confess I am using Arabic Typesetting  as my font type. I stumbled over it recently on my Word settings, I’m using a very old copy of Word, If anybody wants to sent me a new super duper version of MS Office I’d be over the moon.

Tomorrow I pray MU beats Spain, and that Sir Francis Drake can bowl everybody over, I just want Sir Alex to get what he deserves. It will be a game of two halves, one whisky and one bitter, but I’m sure at the end of the day, all will be equal in love and war, and as Bill Shankly said its more important than that.

So MU will be fighting their corner and especially when there is a corner I hope Rooney can reach for the stars and fly us all to the moon when he gets one or three in the back of the net. No doubt their will be lots of kissing between men, because that’s what they do wen they are happy. And perhaps folk will be doing The Lambert Walk, people will be cock a hoop all over the land, in London and in Manchester too, even here in Birmingham you’ll hear all the screams of delight, in the privacy of bedrooms and in the bars, for scoring is scoring is scoring, either with a line of white, or with a  boy or a girl, for when you get what you want you are always happy and over the moon. And IF things go down the drain then we’ll all be as sick as parrots even Joey in the Red Cow who sits on a perch and says “shut the bleeding door”. I’m fit to burst with all the emotion and with all the tension, its enough to give me the runs, and I do hope I get back in time from the bog so I won’t miss any action. I may have an each way bet on the result, I can even play both ends against the middle and make a killing. But realistically I hope Manchester United give it to the Spaniards so we’ll all be done proud, otherwise we’ll all be as sick as parrots and have to drown our sorrows.

Well I hope the new CIA computer program understands all of this, otherwise them may come and render the side of my house, which could do with a lick of paint, then when its ship shape I could flog it, I shudder to think what those guys in Langley are thinking now.

Cheerio Michael Casey www.michaelgcasey.wordpress.com 

Dead Symbols

Dead Symbols ©

By Michael Casey

I was wondering what to write this Friday night when my eyes drifted to a bucket, and that was that. I have an idea, bucket list,  then kicking the bucket, then dead symbols. Castro died this week so I have plenty of ideas, but first of all I need a bath, just as all bodies are washed before burial, and yes the undertaker charges for it, I too need a wash, maybe I’ll die later. If I don’t finish this you’ll know what has happened. After my bath I’ll watch the Blacklist before finishing off tonight’s story. Splash.

Blacklist was very good as usual, I used to love James Spader in Boston Legal, so Blacklist is 180degrees different. As for me I am clean now after my wallow in my bath, I did steal my small daughters Lush bath salts, so now I smell really nice, in fact the rest of the family have removed their gas masks. Totoro just climbed up the chimney to get away from my smelly feet.

So now now while I listen to Gerry Rafferty I’ll resume my conversation, I know it’s a bit one sided but we can pretend, this is Radio after all. So this week Castro died, I mentioned him in my first book, but only as a guy who smoked long cigars. You have stage managed and real mourning when a dictator dies, Baptista and the Cuban government were corrupt and needing removing. That was replaced by another corrupt regime, the Castro regime.

It does seem ridiculous to me that folks queue for hours to file past a photo of the leader. No coffin to be seen, closed or opened, just a photo and a flag. Later there will be an urn to admire before the ashes are buried. Thousands or hundreds of thousands will file past. The local bus driver was probably more worthy of such tears.

In North Korea the stage managed grief when somebody dies is even more impressive for all the wrong reasons. Then we have Russia when Lenin is still not buried, the wax looking Revolutionary is kept in his glass coffin like Snow White. I think Mao has been kept too, so they can be adored. They say God is dead, but people have to worship them in their glass coffins. Snow White is worth keeping in her glass coffin, me and the dwarfs were devastated when she ate that apple, but when Prince came along singing Purple Rain we just knew he would wake her up, and he did, so Snow White joined his rock band.

The leaders have to be commemorated so they build statues and enormous things, I just don’t know what to call them. Luckily skateboarders use them to do their tricks on, their is actually a tour taking in North Korea and Russia where you have to do tricks on and over these monuments to these perfect perfect leaders. Its called the Revolutionary Tour, skate with a dictator.

In America land of the free you can buy the perfect souvenirs to remember the beloved dictators. There is the Fidel Castro toilet brush which has his face on it and a cigar like handle, his bushy beard is really good at cleaning your toilet. You can get candles to help you chill out, you sit them around the bath, actually I had some while I was in the bath just. You have Mao, and The Great Leader and Lenin, each has a revolutionary scent that helps your relax. A bit like mace or tear gas, or maybe it was just my old socks.

The dictator who did the most damage always has the biggest monument, think of Mussolini and Hitler, they had monuments galore, Hitler even had a place just to have his parades. Its as if he’s went to the future and seen Ben Hur and told his builders I want one like that. Dictators are just so ludicrous.

Donald Trump will have to deal with North Korea very soon, I heard that he has a new idea. Trump will send all the cheeses of the world to the new Great Leader in the hope that all the saturated fat will kill the Great Leader. Queue 10 million people crying in the street that’s if they don’t starve to death first. Though if the plan fails Trump hopes that the Great Leader will have so many spots he’ll hide in a cave and accidentally set off all his nukes, and end the crisis in one fell swoop.

What about me when I am dead, will there be any monuments? No, the wife is thinking of putting me in the blender and feeding me to the cat, I am so fat with too much meat on me is what she always says. I’m sure Totoro will enjoy eating me, with a straw from a bowl no doubt.

So its time for bed now, I forgot to say watch The Great Dictator, Charlie Chaplin always knew what to say.   

My Next Word

My Next Word (c)

By Michael Casey

I’ve been thinking about my next word, or rather next piece that’ll have many words now that my 1,000,000th word is on the horizon. When I wrote my book my first book, finished on 29^th Feb 1988 The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker was the title by the way, I knew what the last word would be. Yes it sounds corny by today’s standards, but I knew what I wanted to use as a last word because it had so much power and underlined the whole story, in one word. I won’t tell you what that word is, you’ll just have to pay a couple of quid to find out, my 12 books are on Amazon, it may help you win pub quizes in the future.

Another thing about words is how one word leads to another and how key words attract certain people. I used Putin in a story a couple of days ago so now I have Russian readers, though they are probably the same ones who sent me an email boasting about a Russian dating site. I deleted it unopened, I have a Shanghai wife so that should tell them that I lean towards the Far East. I’ve also had Nigerian scammers send me emails, those are all deleted unopened. I also mentioned the word Ghost in the same story, so will I receive emails from ghosts, or will they just stay in the graveyard?

I was looking at my www.michaelgcasey.wordpress.com site which isn’t this one, not unless you are on the wordpress one right now, and I stumbled on how to tidy it up. I only claim to be a writer not a web designer, though I do get web design offers from India, web designs, not Indian offers. I always cut and paste my Elevator Ad and a silly photo of myself saying NO THANKS, depending on mood. So I have changed my wordpress site and lets see if If I get any more traffic on it. There is now a Widget, which I always thought was a piece of plastic at the bottom of a can of larger, to help the beer pour more easily, in fact what it means is that its a button, so that when readers press it there is an instantaneous translation, its for lazy people, or for stupid people like me who cannot cut and paste to do a translation.

The thing about auto translate is that it is not always right, and bad punctuation, or a difference in style can be and is lost in translation. Did you know in Chinese they say Open the Light, not switch on the light, so imagine what auto-translation might do to that. Yesterday one of my bilingual daughters, they speak Chinese too if you didn’t know, said that she switches languages if Chinese is quicker than English when talking to her sister. Normally they speak English, otherwise only the cat Totoro would understand them, as the cat is bilingual.

So it would be nice if I gain more readers world-wide so all the Russians and Japanese, Koreans, and Chinese out there you can read me while they are drinking their cans of lager with its widget, just by pressing the widget on the screen, hic. If you then go to www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com you can HEAR me read 50 or so stories out of my 900, about 2 hours worth, but you may need a drink after listening to me. I still have the vain hope that an Angel Investor will finally arrive and use my writing to help teach English to the world.

Well that’s enough words for now, I have used LibreOffice Writer to put this on the page, you’ll have to decide if it has improved the quality of the writing or not. No doubt I’ll get a ton of emails offering word processor software, the only software I need for Christmas, is soft winter under-ware to help keep the cold from freezing my, my, my, well you can choose which Word for yourself.