Thursday, 20 December 2018

High Noon for Three Santas



High Noon for Three Santas ©
By
Michael Casey

Lech, Boris and Gregorgi have been visiting this Christmas time, they said they only came to see Totoro the cat, as they have so much in common, Vodka. They also need to bring a few bottles home of the new batch for Miss Slapalotoff their old school teacher, just so she has some next to her Kalashnikov under her bed. Totoro of course likes to run about in the woods now that they are so close. Being a Ninja cat she likes a bit of vodka too, so naturally Lech, Boris and Gregorgi love her as if she were a dog. They do bring a bit of shopping for me as well, that’s a Slavic bit, enough to fill all my cupboards and freezer space, as if we were expecting a siege. They did bring some long johns too as they know I feel the cold more. They would have brought some long johns for Totoro too but she has her own fur coat, which has gone very fluffy lately.

All in all we are all happy, they drove the water bowser all through Eastern Europe and through France and Germany so that they could bring the new batch of vodka home in one go. If may be technically illegal, ok totally and utterly illegal, but they say its holy water if anybody asks. As the writing on the bowser is in the Cyrillic alphabet if they say it’s holy water then it is holy water, besides at this time of year they are fully bearded up, just like monks, so would monks lie?

So the boys decided it was time to go, so they climbed into their bowser and Totoro jumped on Lech’s shoulder like a witch’s cat though it was not Halloween. With that they were done, like 3 gunslingers and a cat. They parked the bowser on double yellow lines, nobody would steal it or move it. Then they wandered around the Christmas Market, lots of Polish voices from the stall holders, even though it was called a German market.

As you know Lech is big because he is Polish, Boris is Ukrainian so is big and very tall, he cannot hide, and then Gregorgi is just so very very wide, as wide as the Russian Urals. They are all first cousins where their lands met and merged. So you can imagine when they strode down the street it was like a wave breaking on a beach, or like an ice breaker against the crowd. One old lady grabbed Lech’s coat to steady herself, Lech spun around and smiled. Make way for the lady, so her linked his arm with hers. Never in all her life could she feel such energy, a giant of a man linking arms with her, if only her husband was still alive. So she started to cry.

As she cried the boys looked on, she reminded them of their teacher, Mrs Slapalotoff. So Boris got her a drink of beer, and Gregori got her a sandwich. Tororo climbed down and sat on her lap purring, the old lady smiled. God Bless you she said. They waved goodbye, but not before leaving 2 more beers for her to drink and another sandwich, Slavs love their old people. Maybe that’s why the boys like me, because of my silver hair.

The boys carried on looking at all the things to behold at the Christmas market, people looked back, they were so big and bearded after all, and why was there a cat sat on a shoulder, jumping from each giant to the next. It was so noisy, then Totoro leapt, had she seen a rat in the crowd? No she had heard a woman cry, about all the noise Totoro could hear a cry and a scream. Totoro raced up an alley, a woman was in distress. The boys followed, the woman was going to have a baby, all the excitement and bussle had brought labour on  weeks early, she’s been a stupid woman to visit the market, while she as so far pregnant. But Jezza always called her stupid so she was trying to prove him wrong, so she would have her baby in the street.

The boys immediately knew what to do, so they delivered the baby, but mother and baby still needed to get to the hospital. Totoro had in fact bitten the umbilical cord off before the boys could get a knife from their pocket. And yes the woman’s name was Mary, Mary Theresa. But she would name her baby boy Lech, Boris, Gregorgi, Totoro Cameron, for Cameron was her surname. Next Gregorgi held Mary Theresa in his arms with Lech and Boris in the lead, a human snowplough though the crowds. Tororo jumped from shoulders to shoulders making noises like a rabid cat, the crowds parted and mother and baby were handed over to a standby ambulance.

It felt good, they had done a good deed, Mrs Slapalotoff would be so proud of them, they mused as they had a celebratory beer. No she would slap us for looking at a half naked women, she’d say we should have closed our eyes and delivered the baby that way. They laughed, but it was nice to have a baby named after all of them, but what kind of name was Cameron?

The boys moved on through the market, you bleeding pooh, you dirty bent bastard. Somebody was cursing, not blessing this Christmas season, a small man, ran into them, he was scared beyond belief. 3 large men were after him. One each said Lech, one each said Boris, one each said Gregorgi. Stepping forward the boys blocked the cavemen’s path, they did not like bullies, not at home and not here in England.

Out of the way you fat gypsies jostled the cavemen. Let me shake your hand and wish you a merry Christmas said Lech, let me shake your hand and wish you a merry Christmas said Boris, and let me shake your hand and wish you a peaceful new year said Gregorgi.

Watching from a safe distance the intended victim saw what happened next, the cavemen’s hands were taken and twisted and the cavemen were spun around and pushed against a shop window. At home we have a word for people like you, it’s a very long word that you would not possible be able to pronounce not unless you have been to the East.

The boys gently pushed the cavemen into the shop window, their squashed faces were seen on the cctv inside. In English we think the word is Nazi Bully, and you can only imagine just how much we hate Nazis and Bullies. So will say this once, being afraid of somebody because you don’t understand their way of life does not give you the right to torment them ever. We could be Gay too, though our wives know we never could be, but we all have brothers and uncles and friends who might be Gay or are Gay. So can you just be nice and not nasty, nasty Nazi Bullies only die in the end. With that still pushing the three cavemen against the shop window Lech, Boris and Gregorgi spanked them just as Miss Spankalotoff has spanked them all those years ago, though that was for calling Dimitri four eyes. Then they released the cave men, the boys then blessed them just as the Bishop does back home in the East. Dimitri went on to help build the rocket for the USSR space missions, he still sends them postcards.

The victim has filmed everything and seconds later the three Slavs were national Friends of Gays. But they only had done what Miss Slapalotoff had instilled in them, Love everybody, a Slav is always your brother no matter what the difference. As they walked further around the market smiles greeted them. They were 3 Slav kings spreading Peace and Goodwill, though now danger was just around the next corner.

A couple of drunken lads had bet each other they could climb the Christmas tree, so they were up it like a flash only their weight made the tree sway and what happens when a tree sways. Rock a By Baby by the tree top, when the tree sways the baby will fall, or so the rhythm goes. Now the two lads were swinging from the Christmas tree they were going to fall right on top of a mother with a baby in a pram.

A scream from the mother, a gasp from the crowd, death and disaster at the Christmas market. Two cheeky lads falling the Christmas tree to their deaths, killing a mother and baby below. But NO. Miss Slapalotov had also instilled team work into the boys. Lech to the left ran and caught one cheeky boy. Boris to the right ran and caught the other cheeky boy. Gregorgi ran to push the mother out of the way. But what of the baby in the pram? Totoro had been sitting on Gregorgi’s shoulder so Tororo leapt and pushed the pram out of the way.

A miracle, 3 Slavs, 2 cheeky boys, a mother and a pram with a baby in, and no deaths, all thanks to them and a cat called Totoro. The crowd erupted, this was what Peace on Earth was all about. Totoro was rewarded with the bottle of milk from the baby’s pram. The boys told the mother that breast was best, and she agreed, today was her first and last ever attempt a formula milk.

So the boys stopped for a few more drinks before coming home. The three Slavs had come from the East to bring Love and Peace and Goodwill to all men. And I think they had achieved it. As they made their way back to the bowser their old school friend the rocket man Dimitri shouted from the crowd. He’d been at the market and had shadowed their every move, he thought they’d been fantastic. In fact he’d phoned the space station to tell Tim Peake the news, as he just loved stories.

When they got to the bowser their was a parking ticket on it, so Dimitri made a phone call, he had friends in high places after all, not just in Space. A policeman to take the ticket away, then a police inspector. What’s inside asked the inspector? Rocket fuel lied Dimitri, flashing his NASA badge, he worked for them now. Ok, said the inspector. When the inspector left, the boys and Dimitri had a toast of rocket fuel drawn from the bowser.

If Miss Slapalotov knew you’d turned into such a liar it would be you who’d have been spanked not us. I’ve been keeping an eye on you stills from Space you know. The boys blushed. Just make sure you add me to the list of people who get a bottle, oh and one for Tim Peake, he’s almost Russian you know.










heads up for thursday

I've decided we need a family orientated story for Christmas, so Totoro and Lech Boris and Gregorgi  will all appear in a new family story tomorrow.As you know today was the 175th anniversary of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, so I'll try and conjure up something in the morning.

If you want more family centric material then read the earlier years,

Kids grow up so there is less material to talk about and use/weave into stories.
So the stories change.

 Try The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker in English
and 300 and Not OUT for all round family entertainment

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

but  there are still over 2000 pieces to read right here.

Or if you just want to listen then www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com has 12 hours of audio and 200+ stories.


come back later, and pray my aches and pains stay away
































Wednesday, 19 December 2018

The Perfect Present



The Perfect Present ©
By
Michael Casey

Well Xmas 2018 is nearly here, I’ll probably be Home Alone in bed if I cannot get rid of this cold/flu. I once missed Easter as I had a cold for 2 weeks over my holiday period, but it did make Ang, not Ang  but Ang, another Ang I used to work with , it made her laugh. So then as now the perfect present would have been Lockets or Halls’ Soothers for my throat and nose. A present has to suit the needs of the recipient. Something they like and preferably need. So I’d jump for joy, if I could jump, if I got throat  sweets and some tissues.

An executioner would enjoy a new rope and a black mask, perfect Pierpont present, maybe a weighing scales too, useful to weigh the soon to be dead. Though what with 50 Shades of Grey those kinds of presents could be put to kinky uses, or so I’m told. You must be thoughtful when you pick presents for those you love. And if you are lazy and Re-gifty as it is called, just be careful you remove all the old gift tags with the original recipient’s name on.

Recycling  is good, it Saves the Planet, though sometimes there’s a message inside all the packaging. Such as Happy Birthday Granddad, or Droopy Drawers. So it might be wise to totally unwrap rather than passing on regardless. We once had hand lotion that had been opened and a stray name tag. We were always wary thereafter when we got presents from that person.

A hidden 2nd present can be inside the original wrapped present, so you must be careful. A jumbo pack of  condoms inside a large box of chocolates. It might startle a maiden aunt, she might blow them up thinking they are balloons, so when you visit her for New Year they are decorating her living room just like a Hen Night, or she uses them as rubber gloves when doing the washing up. 

Or if received by grandpa he takes it as a blessing for him to start an affair with the girl from the post office. Which is all fine and good, but instead of saving his pension for you his grandchild, and you were looking forward to buying a car after Uni. Now he is in a hotel on Broad Street enjoying cheap days on Sundays with the girl from the post office, all due to inadvertently receiving a  gross of condoms.

In general though, we give with care. Michael has smelly feet so he can have Odor Eaters, Jane has greasy hair so she can have hair products, Vincent is colour blind so he can have a colouring book, they were on offer so he can like it or lump it. And on it  goes, whatever is on offer that  is the present your friends and family. Though for yourself it’s a the Game Boy, not the computer game, but the guy in the electrical  shop, you’ll buy a gross of condoms just to be ready, as well as a champagne food hamper from Netto.

Watching people’s faces as they open their deluxe Christmas presents is always nice, then you tear open the paper to see what you have got in  return. Though as I type this,  I have to confess I’ve been so tied up, no not with that rope and Pierpont’s mask thingy, but with snot, and yes you can be tied up with snot.  And a few other bits and pieces, that I’ve totally forgotten to buy a present for the one person who deserves one. Though having said that all the money has been spent on the new house, so an IOU might be in order this year, until I win the lottery. Like never.

My kids just got a nice present from their uncle so thank you to him, I’d have forgotten him too but for the postman. The postman did bring me a present too, can you guess what it was? It was an invitation, not to a Ball or a Pantomime, but from my GP, they haven’t forgotten me. They just want to prick me to see if I bleed, a needle for Christmas, what more could I want, maybe a haystack full of enough money to pay the mortgage.






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