Monday, 8 January 2018

Value and Worth, What's Love got to do with it?



Value and Worth, What's Love got to do with it?
By
Michael Casey

Something happened today that got me thinking, and the wife shouting. Our daughter dropped something down the bathroom sink. If it went down the kitchen sink there is a Ubend to save it, but the bathroom sink, no chance. It was one of the wife’s old treasures. Now it had had a water slide down the waste pipe to the sewer. So you can imagine the conversation between my wife and my daughter. There is a very big stink going on.

Though as I talk to you I remember another tale of drains, and no not the cartoon Flushed Away which is a good watch, but the story about my mother. We had lodgers and the drains were blocked, so we asked a local plumber, 4 doors away, but he was too busy doing nothing. So my mother decided to unblock the drains herself. She lay on the yard with her arm down the drain as far as her armpit, or so it seemed. She managed to free the drain but discovered loads and loads of little plastic bags. What are all these little plastic bags she remonstrated, as any mother of six would. I just bit my lip to control my laughter and walked away. Later on dad, the father of six poured Jeyes Fluid all down her arm in plastic bowl in the kitchen sink. Jeyes Fluid is black and thick like a glue, the strongest of all disinfectants. I suppose love is pouring Jeyes Fluid down your wife’s arm, after she has unblocked your drains.

Which brings me to what I wanted to talk about the Value and Worth of something. Value is greater than Worth after all. Worth is just a price, which can vary, such as the price of a bar of soap. But Value is something much more important. That Jeyes Fluid for my mum and dad was priceless, can you imagine the diseases there are down a drain, and as for the little plastic bags, well I leave it to you imagination.

A house with 2 bathrooms or just a downstairs toilet is of great value. Because when you are old getting up the stairs frequently for the toilet could actually kill you, especially if you don’t have a chair lift. So cause of death would be heart attack brought on climbing the stairs 20 times a day for the toilet. And yes I am talking about myself.

There are many things in this life that we do not value, everything has to be monetised, till everything has a worth, but no value. So what price do you put on sunshine? Do you value it less because you live in Florida the sunshine state. Though now the USA is in the midst of a Snowathon event everybody remembers the real value of Sunshine. If crop yields are effected then we will all suffer and know the great value of sunshine. Because we have lost it.

We can lose other things and then only then know their value, your Virginity. Was he worth it, was she a let down? Is Sex just boring anyway, as in making you yarn. Personal relationships are most important in our lives, but we can forget that. We are all too busy, or pretend too busy on FB, the pretend, the fake life. Will you miss speaking, actually speaking to people. Will you value a natter in the newsagents, or gossiping with Gloria, or Bingo with Brian?

I told you once how we broke a pale pink wooden coat hanger, it was the only thing my mother was given by her mother when she left for England in 1944. How my mother cried, I cannot remember did she beat us with the broken halves, no of course she didn’t, though I’ve had and deserved corporal punishment 50 years ago. The value of 4 swipes of the slipper on my bum encouraged me to learn my times tables, and to this day I’m great at mental arithmetic. These are examples of how much things can be valued, and of how much value they are in our lives.

Now I read there is a new way of cremation, which does not value anything. Its water cremation, where under high pressure our bodies are destroyed. Then afterwards the waste water, this is us, is just flushed down the drain. If our body water was used to irrigate a flower garden, that would not be too bad in a way. But to Flush Away our water, our bodies, our lives, down the drain with lost things such as what my daughter lost accidentally today, to mix with sewage and maybe lots of small plastic bags seems to me the saddest of all worlds.

WE should value things and treasure them, some things are worth more than any pearls of great price, their value is Priceless, by which I mean WE The People, Body and Soul.



Sunday, 7 January 2018

LinkedIn Profile and CV what they really mean



LinkedIn Profile  and  CV ©
By
Michael Casey
We’ve all been on Facebook and LinkedIn, we get to know people and make “friends”. On LinkedIn it’s more about connections and maybe business connections. So we have to rely on the Profile, my LinkedIn profile tells my story, as I am a writer. But how accurate are these Profiles?
I am a born leader.
Means he was the firstborn boy in a family of 11 girls.
I created the supply chain structure.
Means he decided to use a clipboard and notepad instead of just his memory.
I optimised the sales among target audiences.
He chatted up all the girls, he was kind to seniors and went to church.
I was inventive and creative in gaining new sales.
Means he designed a flyer and went street to street delivering them.
I was never afraid of going the extra mile for the business.
Means there was a street gang chasing him after he was at  the bank
I am great at communicating the business message.
He just would not shut up, so the boss got him to tidy the fruit outside the ma and pa store.
I always try and improve myself.
Means he has no friends so he reads a lot.
I created the new scheme to optimise the business cash flow.
Means he took the store’s cash and put the money on a horse.
I am now looking for new opportunities to excel
Means he got fired, cops not called as the owner married to his sister
I created a great new idea for centralising purchasing delivery.
Means he was a guard for the money delivery company, crash helmet and visor.
I created my own start-up company
Means he stole the money from the cash delivery company and started his own company.
I am now on a learning sabbatical before resuming my career
Means he is in jail, working in the library.
So when you read those LinkedIn profiles or reading a CV or resume think what do they really mean. Check the photos out too, the reality can be far different. Just like actors, photos can be 10 or 20 years old, and they are. Dig deeper.
Me, I google and check people out, as far as you can on Google. Google me (michaelgcasey) and my sites and think for yourself. I am on a sabbatical myself, no I’m not in a library, thought we have plenty of books in the house, no it’s called arthritis, which comes and goes and makes me scream sometimes. But at least I can sit here and make some of you laugh, as I Google everybody.
Since I wrote this I’ve had the joys of an unplanned quadruple heart bypass.
I have written 1300+ such pieces, perfect for radio, so get in touch. That’s over 1,231,000 words after 30 years of writing and 20 years of Radio Listening BEFORE I started to write.
That's 50 years.
I started to listen as a child...




Saturday, 6 January 2018

Swings and Roundabouts



Swings and Roundabouts ©
By
Michael Casey

Life is strange, You know, you read Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham, are you mocking me, in the very first sentence? You are not confusing me with the Monk or the USA guy or even the Dublin guy of the same name? If I told you me and the Dublin guy had a connection, he did his PhD at Cambridge, same place where my brother went 40 years ago, would that confuse or amuse you? There is a bigger coincidence but HE does not know about it, only if Michael Casey contacts Michael Casey then all could be revealed if that does not sound too ridiculous. So Dublin has to contact Birmingham for all to be revealed. He has a book on Amazon too, but you may stumble over him when you are looking for me. My stuff has my own fat face on, and I am far younger.

So this is an example of a swing and a roundabout, you are looking for me and you find him, and vice versa. Today I met a nice man, he liked the paintings on my walls, and he even liked stories, and he had studied similar stuff to my wife.If he buys my house that would be the icing on the cake, all in all it was a nice 30 mins for both of us. Life is like that you can have a nice time but then you have no result.He may not like my house, or he may like my house but we still cannot find one to suit us all. So we could sell ours only not to be able to find another as nice but bigger. Swings and Roundabouts.

You can find the perfect man, such as a modest Donald Trump, but then not like his personality,because he is too modest. In all other ways he is perfect, it must be true because he tells you, and you believe everything he says, but you just cannot live with a blond. If you are a man a blonde might be perfect, but as a woman a blond man is not acceptable. If only he dyed his hair ginger like that singer,or the Harry Potter actor then you would be putty in his hands, big or small. But he is not, so you dump him by text message, or you just don’t even bother, you just don’t bother to turn up for your Big Mac Happy Meal. That’s swings and roundabouts for you.

House buying is like that, you find the perfect house then discover afterwards its right next to a red light area, or a church, whichever offends you the most. Who annoys you the most, the vicars or the girl without knickers? What if there is a red light zone and a church? Or is it great, because you can sin then be forgiven. Gain indulgences of different kinds. Swings and Roundabouts.

You may discover a school at the bottom of your garden, so you have 400 kids screaming when you get home after the night shifts. Or a park next door, literally you are next to the swings and roundabouts. Or an old abandoned dry cleaning factory is turned into a night club the very week you move in. Yes don’t laugh, this does happen, or nearly happen, where do you think I get my ideas from? I steal them from Donald Trump, of course I do. He’s going to resign at Easter you know, I read it in a fortune cookie.

So life is a balance you gain here, but lose there. You have the perfect wife, but she smelly feet, or smells of onions. How would you describe me? Fat, silver haired, in shades and from Birmingham? Only if you were being kind. Otherwise, a piece of work. I don’t know, I have to use my imagination where I put your words of paper and then my response. Writing is talking to myself and then talking to you. Its Swings and Roundabouts.

I never know what you’ll all like in Poland or lately Ukraine, or in Mexico or Singapore or wherever on the map. From Canada to USA and all over Europe I spread like a rash, I hope you all laugh when I tease you as I try to please you. I hope its the stories which are universal that make you all smile. I even discovered that 11,000 copies of a pirated book of mine had been downloaded, so somebody likes my stuff. So I get the downloads but not a penny in money. Now that is the ultimate Swings and Roundabouts.

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Friday, 5 January 2018

Tomorrow is the last day of Christmas 6th Jan 2018

Tomorrow is the last day of Christmas 6th Jan 2018
Its 3 years since what turned out to be my quadruple heart bypass.
I've been watching a Beatles thing 8 days a week by Ron Howard
so I may write about that.
Or  then again I may go off on another tangent
I've never been a total fan of anything, but as a child everybody did love the Beatles
I'm going to bed now in the morning let's see what I produce
1.2million words after 30 years  of writing is what I've produced.

My words are a chocolate bar to be enjoyed then you go back to whatever is more important.
 Others  may say my words are toilet paper, but then  I'd say its better than using a blade of grass as my mother did when she grew up.


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