Thursday, 21 February 2019

Generating Power



Generating Power ©
By
Michael Casey

Well Spring has sprung here in Birmingham, and Thank God for that, its bright and my knickers are hanging on the washing line, so everything is coming up roses. The paracetamol has kicked in too, so my chest doesn’t feel like it’s been kicked by a donkey.I’ve gone down the hill for beans, I even ate a few so thrust power has driven me back home again. I’ve had a look at the newspapers and I spotted some nonsense about gas not being installed in new homes, to save the environment. So we’ll all commit suicide because we cannot afford the power bill. Which will decrease the population, and so cut global warming.

Which brings me to, how can we power ourselves in the Future. Well cheap solar cells are here already and the price has gone lower and lower. Naturally imported from China, though everywhere else produces their own versions too. I think I read somewhere about putting solar cells in our windows, so we get daylight through them and they generate power too. Why should we just have it on our Casio watches, upscale it to all our windows. I’m sure retro technology would allow a film to be attached to windows to generate power in the future.

I grew up with just a coal fire, then dangerous one bar or two bar electric fires in the bedrooms. I can remember sheet ice on the windows in bad Winters. Then in the 1970s we were forced by law to abandon our coal fire, so we got central heating. Which was glorified one bar electric fires in a panel heater design, but it did have thermostats. Loft insulation makes a difference too. No longer exposed roofs in the winter snow, loft insulation meant the heat did not escape so the roofs kept their snow cover. Well all except the drugs dealers houses, all the lamps forcing the cannabis grow meant no snow.

So how can we save energy and make energy. Perhaps we could have sensors under the carpet, so movement on the floor generates electricity. If you have toddlers, or teenagers forever running around the house, their movement would generate loads of electricity. As would highly sexed neighbours, if you could attach movement sensors to their bed, or with miniaturization to,well I don’t know, work it out for yourselves. Or for the aged or infirm every toilet flush generates power, waste really being used to generate power. Maybe I should have that installed here, CKD and all that. The final way to make power would be to use the heat from the crematorium to produce power. Though I read somewhere water cremation is being introduced into UK. Where literally we would all be flushed away.

So you can see generating power, or saving power does create problems, literally and spiritually. Are we just a commodity? Or are we much more than Pounds of Flesh, if we abuse Shakespeare. If you grew up poor, or had an imagination then you improvised and saved money as you went along. That ribbon from a box of chocolates you saved and it became shoe laces, or you used it to hold the roses against the garden fence. That plastic bag you saved in the kitchen drawer so you had one always, decades before everybody was encouraged to save and reuse. In fact a lot of the time I’m thinking I’ve been doing that for decades. And whatever happened to biodegradable, that was on Tomorrows’ World decades ago, James Burke is still alive too.

We are told kids should not have phones is school, I was throwing my students out of class for using them years ago, and no it was an ego thing either. The local school where my girls go have banned them for years too. Now we have the debate in the Press over phones. Some things as just plain old common sense. In class put the phones away and do not disrupt lessons. One good idea came from phones, they attached a fridge to the relay station and then you could store shots, medical shots not alcohol, ready for the doctors in poor countries to use. By thinking tangent-ally you save lives and money and make better use of what you have.

Perhaps we should have the Misers Award, where we get everybody to think of ways to save power and money. Not just by wearing your Winter coat inside the house to avoid using power, old people do that already. Perhaps a special tin foil that would cook your dinner by body heat alone. So you put your chicken wrap inside the tin foil then you place it in your underpants, or by your breasts. Then 4 hours later your dinner is ready, and if you attached a sensor as well your heart and blood pressure is also monitored at the same time and information is sent to your Doctor. He’ll text a message saying you are healthy and your dinner smells great too.

Speaking of dinner, my underpants are steaming and my breasts feel warm, so I’ll finish now, as I’m having dinner with my doctor, he’s bringing a bottle of wine, nicely chilled, but I don’t know exactly how he chilled it. I’ll leave that to your imagination.  






Wednesday, 20 February 2019

Masking Your Feelings

Masking Your Feelings

Masking Your Feelings ©
By
Michael Casey

I was wondering what to talk about tonight, and I put some Music on to mask the noise of my Tinnitus, and I had been checking somebody out by doing a few Googles when I thought that’s it Masking Feelings. People hide or mask things, directly or indirectly, sometimes for good reasons and sometimes for bad. Tinnitus is the latest thing that has arrived to annoy me, 9 months ago or so. In the quiet of the night it can really annoy, so I have music to drown it as I try and get to sleep.
In the day ambient noise drowns it, so hiss hiss hooray.

What else do we hide? We hide the fact we have the hots for Helen, we don’t want her to know, or rather her big hulking brother who knock us into the middle of next week if ever he found out. This goes on for months, until one day the brother breaks a leg so he is off for 3 months and this is your chance. You leap for joy when you hear he’s broken his leg, then have to pretend sympathy when Helen tells you the news.

But it does give a chance for a tender romance to start, 12 weeks of bliss, where each bit of news about his improvement is bad news as far as you are concerned.But you have to feign happiness when inside you just wish he’d break his leg again. Which reminds me of John Gordon, one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, though HE did break his leg twice, almost habit forming. He actually saved our company but did it all very modestly, if my memory serves. He hid his light under a bushel while he worked under the cover of kindness.

Michael, just go to the bar and get the drinks in, HE would no doubt say right now, with Barry and Steve seconding the motion. So what else do we mask? Some people buy more beers than others, because it lubricates friendship, but they pretend it does not matter. Or do they have no friends so they “buy” friends with beer. Or do they just have more cash because they don’t drink, just buy beers, sounds all very Irish I suppose.
I’ve seen many an alcoholic, decades of them, so I know drink can hide pain, the loss of a marriage, or the loss of a job, and even losing both because of the drink. It is a circle after all. I was the sandy drinker, the light drinker, but most of our lodgers were alcoholics, and I was born in the shadow of a brewery, then I worked for a market research company into alcohol sales for 21 years. Yes Really, I’m not making it up.

Rivalries at work can be terrible, we may have to hide the fact we hate this person or that person. But that’s not as bad as being overlooked for promotion and the dullard gets the job, and then they are your boss. You would leave but you have nowhere to go, so you hide your feelings and get on with the job. Does that sound familiar, have you been there? So you go home and kick a punchbag instead. One Lady I know, and she is a Lady became a Brown Belt, I don’t know was it because she thought of the company hate figure as she practiced or not, she really was a remarkable Lady. If she is reading this I hope she is not climbing the stairs still. Maybe she opened her own Martial Arts school instead.

Working through pain is the hardest thing of all, and I don’t mean physical pain. Imagine your child is sick but you still have to go to work, you still have to carry on while your child is at death’s door. You have to have a mask or you’d go mad with pain and tears. Your fellow workers don’t know what to say.

Then the cleaner who everybody despises, it’s her who comes and gives you a big hug, and then the tears fall, the much needed tears fall. Your colleagues are about to scold the cleaner, for making you cry, but you hold Jane closer to you. She is better than any pills, any counselling, better than your friends. Because she jumped the barrier of reserve, she knew only a hug would do, so she gave you one.

Now the barriers fall, Jane the cleaner is recognised for what she is, the cog, the oil that lubricates the office. She gets Christmas presents in the future, she is more the confessional for the office, she’s is Nan, for real she is Nan. I might add my life has been spent talking to cleaners, so I know their real value.

To finish I’d say let those feelings out, tell somebody you love them, say you need a hug, ask and you will receive, knock that door if you need help. Don’t bottle things up, you can do lots of things with a bottle after all. I know what you are all thinking, Michael Casey’s brother used to leave pee in bottles knowing I’d drink it. So on that note I’ll drink to your health, and mine.


































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On a serious note 19th Feb 2019

On a serious note 19th Feb

Lagerfeld died today, 85 is  a good innings. He really was a genius. Find the 2 hour documentary and you'll  agree. I posted my spoof piece earlier where he dresses politicians and me, but I'm sure he'll be laughing in heaven.

I was trying my sales pitch earlier today,  let's see what tomorrow brings.

I'll write something new tomorrow, don't know what, it's more fun for me having a challenge every time I sit down. I hope you are all enjoying the Lego sections I've produced. Somewhere somebody is stealing all my copyrighted ideas. Everything I write and you see here remains my copyright, but somehow I don't think you'll all respect that, some will, but generally the Internet is the wild west.  As is USA Politics, what does Trump have to do before he is arrested, does he have to make his horse a Senator first?

 Bernie Saunders is far too old to be running.  Socialism is a dirty word in USA, though what is espoused is not really socialism at all, by any European stretch of the imagination. If you explained it was Christian Compassion for fellow man, that's why Health Care is needed and Education builds a country's future. It's a Jewish compassion thing too, and any  faith believes in helping their fellow man and woman. Trump throws dirt but everybody needs to hold the mirror to him and fact check him constantly. Government is by the people for the people, it is not a chance to make money off the people's backs. By  rich clique abusing privilege to help themselves and not the people they are supposed to be serving.

On another note, I've been watching New Amsterdam, 10/10 in my opinion, Tom from the Blacklist is the lead star. The Ethos of New Amsterdam is How Can I Help. This is what all Governments should be doing. You don't go into government to make money for yourself and family, if that is happening anywhere then it is corruption.

Government should be making all families happier and more secure. That's why we have inoculation programs. If bad science is marketed by government itself then the weakest in society suffer and die. Sometimes I despair at the ignorance allowed to spread, Education is supposed to uplift everybody, but if government itself does not even accept Global Warming, because it costs money to fix it, then people have truly been brainwashed by ignorance.

It feels like in the Bible where the people are worshiping idols, and Moses has to sort it. Bible students will know it far better than me. My point is we seem to be living in an era where the love of money is the thing. Money is not evil. The Love of money is. But he's a Billionaire  so he must be clever etc. When in actual fact USA seems all over the place, and the rest of the world is praying to God that Trump does not  destroy all of us. Its like a blindfolded driver in charge of the school bus.

But who listens to me, nobody.

It is nice that everybody the world over does read my stuff. Russia is reading my stuff tonight, so hello Putin or whoever it is. Italians in USA are reading a translation of my book, as are Korean readers. So wherever you are, whatever translation you are reading of my stories you are all most welcome. I write for Everybody, if you  are in Canada or Australia or Argentina or Japan, or Germany wherever you all are thanks. SO TELL YOUR FRIENDS, its good for my soul to see the graphs everyday. maybe one day finally I'll get a media deal. Though I won't hold my breath

Now go to bed and say your prayers, and pray for my health.

michael casey
the fat silver haired writer is shades from Birmingham England
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Tuesday, 19 February 2019

Political Statements v Fashion Statements

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

Political Statements v Fashion Statements

Political Statements v Fashion Statements

last night I wrote about Funerals, and as I speak my daughter is singing at one. I’ve just read that Karl Lagerfeld has died, so here’s a piece  wrote 3 years ago, I know he’ll be laughing in Heaven

Political Statements v Fashion Statements ©
By Michael Casey
Well what a week we are having in Politics, it’s been an interest of mine since I watched Robin Day with my dad on tv, nearly 50 years ago now, where have all the years gone? We’ve also had news about Posh Spice being bailed out by Beckham, which is the more important you can decide for yourself, if you are female no doubt the size of IDS’s lapels is of extra ordinary importance, it makes your eyes water just thinking about them. The size of somebody’s lapels may or may not be connected to the size of their majority, or hands, if you know what Trump is on about.
In England people, or rather politicians say something without saying something, or even anything. Then they go on political interview shows to say the same thing over and over again, without even saying anything at all. They never want to be nailed down to say anything just in case they cannot deny it in the Future. On Fox news in the USA they’ll say he’s a SOB, but in the quaint nice way Southerns  say things, I do have a soft spot for the Country and Western way they speak.
As for Fashion, everything is a statement, it screams and shouts, and lets it all out, especially now that we have FAT models, though they are too pretentious to say FAT models, and yes I am still livid because I was not chosen to be one.
Once Fashion has gotten over its fixation with Black, which is just a ruse to hide FAT, then it IS much more interesting. Some of the Fashion really are works of Art, there was a show on tv that explained it all to me, and yes I was converted, I think it was Karl Lagerfeld who has the different coloured gloves from when he is working to his normal day wear. My own daughter wears her old horrid glasses when she is studying and her fancier ones when she is trying to look fashionable, the frames she stole from me, but that’s another story. Judging by the scores she gets, the method really does work.
So we have the idea of bright and brash fashion, and the dull politics we have here in England, though if you are a Politics Nerd then this weekend is like 4th July, or should I say Bonfire Night 5th November. So what if  Karl Lagerfeld got his hands on our Politicians.
Cameron is wearing a pair of clowns  shoes and a see-through shirt split to the navel to display his six pack, with skin tight trousers to display his plump derriere, with a blue, very bright blue Bolero jacket, he is a Tory after all and blue is his colour. His hair is in a Mohican style, with all the colours of the rainbow sprayed on, we are all in this together after all, the colours represent all the strands of society.
Jezza Corbyn has been first dipped in sheep dip,  Karl Lagerfeld refused to touch him without that first being done. Jezza Corbyn has had his beard dyed and clipped, he looks like Van Dyke now, not Dick Van Dyke with a fake London accent, but the painter. He has a designer T shirt, with a hand painted design on it, “Winner”, what that really means Karl Lagerfeld refuses to say, and he’s not the kind of person you annoy by asking such questions to. Jezza has  red cords on, he stubbornly insisted on these, so Karl Lagerfeld has hand painted windmills all over them with the Haywain stamped on both back pockets.
As for the Scots Nats, they are all wearing Manchester United shirts, which may or may not have anything to do with football, or it could mean they are sulking and taking the ball back home with them.  On their trousers is a graph of oil prices, it ends in the turn-ups, with the word Black Hole hand painted on.
All in all quite a fashion show, our clothes define us, and hint to what we really are. As for me, you have all seen my photo attached to my pieces of writing, not just vanity but I hope you like seeing just who wrote this or that, nearly 720 pieces now, not forgetting the 600 comedy drama novel too. So I said to Karl, and yes I do call him Karl Get The Lagers In, and he does give me a pint of Stella Artois, he just drinks Perrier water by the pint, so I said Karl how about dressing me.
When Karl stopped laughing he changed his gloves, not to his work gloves or any of his exotic pairs, he put a pair of sterile surgery gloves on. Three hours later he said I could open my eyes, you are dressed better than an Emperor he intoned.  I looked into the huge mirror, and indeed I was dressed in the Emperor’s New Clothes, I was naked, but spray painted in gold.

Monday, 18 February 2019

Funeral Experience




Funeral Experience ©
By
Michael Casey

My daughter was asking about Funerals a few minutes ago, as she is off to a Funeral tomorrow morning, an old man from her church is being buried. She and her sister are singing for the dead man. As I’ve told you on other occasions my mother as the “professional” mourner when an unclaimed body was buried. After 6 months the State buries the body, so without any family to come to the Graveside my mother would be roped in. So just the Undertaker and the Priest and my mother said Farewell to a deceased. At her own funeral my mother had 5 priests on the Altar plus a very packed church, such is life, such is death.

That was back in 1996, now I have my own family, which is what I wanted with all my heart and soul. The Funeral Mass is the best, the readings are so good. Lazarus was dead, but Jesus wept and loved him so much he rose him from the dead, even though he must smell was what the family told him. I served 30 Funeral Masses as an altar boy maybe 50 years ago. In those days everything was Black. Even the candles, or were they a kind of deep orange, next time I’m at another funeral I’ll check out the candles.

Derek MC and me use to enjoy being the Thu-rifer, all the smell and shaking about. But best of all after the funeral we’d take the circle of charcoal out and drop it down the drain in the church garden, then watch it hiss and go around in circles. Yes great entertainment. On one occasion too a woman came up to me in the playground days afterwards and gave me a few coins as thank you for being the server. A Wedding you could expect something, but a funeral, that was an unexpected joy, pennies for a funeral, and no it was not just 2 pennies.

Attitudes to funerals are different amongst people, certainly my mother taught us that the dead were just going home. I had one of our lodgers died on me of a heart attack back in 1979. The Catholic Club took up a collection and paid for his funeral. When another lodger died, nobody came, so we had a funeral and then sent his body home to Ireland. Another lodger was very intelligent, but stupid enough to go out in the freezing weather with 2 walking sticks on sheet ice. He came home in a motorbike sidecar, a neighbour bringing him home to us. He died in his room, it turned out that his brother was a Doctor. He came to claim him.

The lodger that brings a smile to my lips was the one that smoked and drunk and gambled, and survived falling over drunk on a gas ring. Dad took him to hospital, it was Xmas and he was drunk, and screaming in pain. A 300pound taxi driver neighbour, called Mr Morgan drove dad to the hospital with our scorched lodger. Mr Morgan did offer dad a ride home, but as Mr Morgan was tipsy too dad decided to walk home from the hospital. That was maybe 50 years ago, the burnt lodger carried on living and drinking and smoking for decades afterwards. He even managed to chop a digit off his hand in and industrial accident, so he was a bit like Dave Allen. He pissed every penny of his compensation up the wall. Finally he was sick in hospital my dad and sister visited him, he said it was his Birthday the next day. So my sister got a birthday card, he was 83. He died the very next day.

This has been my life and I’ve seen a few deaths, directly and indirectly. I suppose it’s background that eventually turned me into a writer. Just as Shakespeare had lots of background that turned him into a writer. Only idiots don’t accept that Shakespeare was the man for everything, for all seasons too.

Death and funerals are not nice things in themselves, but the Love left behind is a testament of a life well spent. I try and be as good a dad as my own dad was to me, and all of us Caseys. Obviously I’m a shallow imitation, but Big Sid’s Love was my dad, only I did not realise it till after I finished writing The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker. It’s in the breed is what my dad used to say, and he was write, what was poured into me from him and my mother makes me what I am, which is an Altruist firstly and everything else after that.

So when it’s my time to be buried, I don’t expect there to be 5 priests on the altar, and 500 people in the church, as was my mother’ funeral. A few rousing hymns would be nice. Or would my sister and my daughters be too sad to sing? I hope if anybody can afford to give a spread in the local pub afterwards that the food is nice, and a few pints of Stella Artois are available. It could be so nice that I’d escape the coffin to enjoy one final last pint myself.
Now that would be a Funeral to Remember.
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I wrote this in nov 1987 on a bus to work on a  sunday
The Dead and The Living ©

by

Michael Casey


I first saw a deceased when I was nine years old ,my father said not

to worry as the dead are the same as the living , only the laughter

has left them , the sparkle has gone from their eyes , the worry has

been lifted from their shoulders , and their voice has vanished to

eternity .

In paradise the sparkle will return for it is the twinkle of the

stars , the laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and

the turning tides are their sides shaking with laughter .

I treat the deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living ,

though I find the deceased are always more polite . My father also

had a few words to say about the living .

He said that the living are only the caretakers of the soul , yet

they think their existence is everything , that they know everything

because they experience many things with their senses .

What the living don’t acknowledge is that their time is short and

when I lay their bodies to rest then their souls continue without

them , without their strong , without their weak , without their

beautiful or even ugly temporary form , to where I cannot say , only

that it is a better place .

Percy the undertaker placed the lid on the coffin ,the soul was free


THE BEGINNING
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I wanted Percy the Undertaker  in The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
to be a poet,  and the rest is History…
valentine me 2019

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Sunday, 17 February 2019

my mum as i remember her most


17th feb 2019 morning all

17th feb  2019 morning all
well I hoped you all liked the wedding dress designer story from yesterday, it turned out to be a long one. As I said its a Lego piece from what will become Tears for a Butcher, a novel takes a full year of your life at the best of times, so not unless I really get that copy typist I doubt I'll ever finish it properly. You may get Lego sections, I just don't know. Reciting to a copy typist would be 4 times  faster at least than me sitting here myself at a keyboard.

Germany seems to have taken up the torch for my writing so hello to them, it could just be Weilberg where the Terra Cota army display is situated.

Or Offenbach, who knows, if you send me an email maybe then I will know the answer.
Or some guy in the glasshouse or brig at a USA  base somewhere.

Thanks anyway.

This morning the pain  monster has descended like an Iron Curtain of pain, so I don't think I'll write anything new today, but you never know. It proves I'm still alive in all senses when I write something, so that's why you have 1,430,000 words I batter you all with.
Quality of Life is always the most important thing, only fools think its quantity.
So I'll go and eat now, my belly still works, despite this concrete cross I carry all too often.



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