The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

Sunday, 24 February 2019

Less Arms race more Human Race

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-6737707/Bionic-girl-Tilly-Lockey.html

If you read the article you'll see how a girl who lost her arms was given bionic ones.

So Trump and Putin, less Arms Race and more Human Race.

Technology is for People not War.

this is from the Daily Mail it is their's.

The REAL-LIFE BIONIC girl: Once, prosthetic limbs tried to look human... now that's all changing thanks to pioneers like Tilly Lockey, whose state-of-the-art robot arms look exactly those seen in fantasy movies

Aged just 15-months, little Tilly Lockey was diagnosed with meningitis which destroyed both her arms
The now 13-year-old is one of a growing group to sport HeroArms – technically advanced prosthetic
Her prosthetic have hands and wrists that move and grip like the real thing - and cost just £5,000 each
Tilly could be described as the real-life Alita, the protagonist in James Cameron's new Hollywood blockbuster

By Pat Hagan For The Mail On Sunday

Published: 22:04, 23 February 2019 | Updated: 03:26, 24 February 2019

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The stars turned out in force earlier this month for the London premiere of James Cameron’s new epic movie, Alita: Battle Angel – the story of a ‘bionic girl’ with robotic arms and superhuman fighting powers.

The latest film from the director of Titanic and Avatar was bound to attract attention, with singer Dua Lipa joining A-list actors Jennifer Connelly and Christoph Waltz on the red carpet. But all eyes were on a less familiar figure: 13-year-old Tilly Lockey.

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While most youngsters her age might be overcome by shyness when faced with a wall of photographers, the teenager beamed with confidence as she posed for them. And there was something else that set her apart from the stars alongside her. For Tilly is, in many ways, the real-life Alita (right): a bionic young woman, with astonishing state-of-the-art robotic arms that look exactly like those of her fantasy counterpart. The schoolgirl, who lost her hands and forearms to meningitis as a baby, is one of a growing group to sport HeroArms – technically advanced prosthetic with hands that move like the real thing

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The schoolgirl, who lost her hands and forearms to meningitis as a baby, is one of a small but growing group to sport HeroArms – technically advanced prosthetics with hands and wrists that move and grip like the real thing

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Astonishingly, the user simply has to think about a desired movement and the HeroArm’s fingers spring into life. Highly specialised sensors in the device pick up subtle muscular contractions in the upper arm, which get translated into electrical messages that power the robotic limb

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For Tilly is, in many ways, the real-life Alita: a bionic young woman, with astonishing state-of-the-art robotic arms that look exactly like those of her fantasy counterpart.

Astonishingly, the user simply has to think about a desired movement and the HeroArm’s fingers spring into life.

Highly specialised sensors in the device pick up subtle muscular contractions in the upper arm, which get translated into electrical messages that power the robotic limb.

Bionic limbs have existed for a decade but the HeroArm costs just £5,000, a fraction of the price of the nearest competitor.

They are also lighter and more agile than any that have come before.

And, most importantly, unlike the limbs once offered to amputees which were designed to look human and ‘hide’ the fact a limb was missing, these new versions are proudly and defiantly machine-like. The wearer can choose from a range of customisable ‘shells’: 3D-printed coverings that come in different shapes and colours. For children, there are shells based on Marvel Comics hero Iron Man and a Star Wars robot. Others come in slick metallic colours that make no secret of their electronic nature.

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Tilly was just 15 months old when mum Sarah, 39, a charity worker, heard her whimpering in her sleep. ‘I thought she was teething so I gave her some Calpol,’ Sarah says. ‘But the next morning she was pale and lethargic so I got an emergency appointment at the GP’

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The doctor diagnosed an ear infection and sent them home, but later the same day, Sarah noticed the characteristic red spotty rash that signals possible meningitis. As the rash didn’t disappear when a glass tumbler was rolled over it – the telltale sign of something sinister – she called an ambulance. Despite penicillin working to kill some of the infection, it had triggered a type of blood poisoning called sepsis which spread to her limbs, destroying them

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As Tilly grew, Sarah (far right) and Adam, also 39, tried to get Tilly to wear various prosthetics. ‘The first one was a hard lump of plastic hanging off her arm that needed a type of harness round the shoulder to keep it in place,’ Sarah says. ‘At three, she got her first electric hands, which moved the fingers by picking up signals from nerves in the skin. But these only allowed Tilly to move her fingers one at a time

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Last year, prior to the launch of the HeroArm, Open Bionics approached Tilly via her medical team to become one of the first people in Britain to use their new device. The prosthetic contains a motor that, on sensing the user’s muscle movements in the upper arm, pulls and relaxes nylon cords – like the tendons in a real hand – that run to the ends of the fingers and thumbs, allowing them to open and close

Remarkably, Tilly’s new arms came as a gift – after Cameron’s company approached Open Bionics, the Bristol-based firm who make them. The movie makers offered to pay for a new pair of hands for an amputee that look just like the ones Alita has.

Tilly had already been working with Open Bionics to test prototypes of HeroArm, and was the obvious choice.

She travelled from her family home in County Durham to London with her parents Sarah and Adam, expecting to take part in a photoshoot – only to be presented with her new hands. And Tilly couldn’t be happier.

‘It’s much better to stand out,’ she says. ‘Blending in with everyone else is really boring.’

In recent months she has been showing off exactly what she can do now with her HeroArms, by posting make-up tutorial videos on YouTube.

Another clip shows her trying on different outfits – each complemented by a different HeroArm shell. She hopes to become a beacon for thousands of young people who have a limb amputated each year.

Tilly says: ‘I want others like me who are having a hard time to know you can fight back and there are no limits to what you can do.’

LEARNING TO LIVE WITHOUT HANDS

The doctor diagnosed an ear infection and sent them home, but later the same day, Sarah noticed the characteristic red spotty rash that signals possible meningitis.

As the rash didn’t disappear when a glass tumbler was rolled over it – the telltale sign of something sinister – she called an ambulance. Despite penicillin working to kill some of the infection, it had triggered a type of blood poisoning called sepsis which spread to her limbs, destroying them.

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Tilly is delighted with her new-found skills. ‘I could do a lot before without hands, but it’s fun trying out things with the HeroArm,’ she says. ‘I can grip a toothbrush, use a knife and fork, brush my hair and play video games without having to tape the controller to my hand like I used to. At school, everyone wants to shake me by the hand’

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Using a 3D-scanner and pictures taken on an iPhone, the company can create a personalised arm within a couple of days. Early models included the ‘Iron Man’ hand, a Disney ‘Frozen’ hand and a Star Wars light sabre version that lit up when you moved it

Sarah recalls: ‘Doctors said she would recover, but the toxins had destroyed her hands and the tips of her toes, which were black and decaying. Tilly needed both hands amputated and would lose part of all her toes on one foot. We were distraught but determined to hold it together for our little girl.’

As Tilly grew, Sarah and Adam, also 39, tried to get Tilly to wear various prosthetics. ‘The first one was a hard lump of plastic hanging off her arm that needed a type of harness round the shoulder to keep it in place,’ Sarah says.

‘At three, she got her first electric hands, which moved the fingers by picking up signals from nerves in the skin. But these only allowed Tilly to move her fingers one at a time. Tilly recalls: ‘They weren’t much use and were really heavy. In the end I stopped wearing them and learned to do things without hands.’

EVERYONE AT SCHOOL WANTS ONE TOO

Last year, prior to the launch of the HeroArm, Open Bionics approached Tilly via her medical team to become one of the first people in Britain to use their new device.

The prosthetic contains a motor that, on sensing the user’s muscle movements in the upper arm, pulls and relaxes nylon cords – like the tendons in a real hand – that run to the ends of the fingers and thumbs, allowing them to open and close.

To open the hand, the user thinks about flexing their arm as if they were bending their wrist backwards. To close it, they flex the wrist inwards, imagining they are curling up the fingers.

This activates the right muscles needed to make the bionic hand work just like a real one. Tensing gently makes the fingers move slower, useful for picking up tiny objects like ball bearings.

A firmer contraction speeds up the motion.

On the back of each hand is a button to change the type of grip, for example from a pinch grip using the thumb and forefinger, to a fist grip for holding a mug of tea.

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Samantha Payne, co-founder of Open Bionics, says using relatively cheap 3D printers to make the limbs means the company can sell them at a fraction of the cost of rival bionic hands.

‘There are advanced ones available costing £30,000 to £60,000 each. HeroArm has the same functionality but it’s also half the weight due to the lighter materials.’

Open Bionics employ a fitting process that is radically different to the traditional process which involves a plaster-cast.

Using a 3D-scanner and pictures taken on an iPhone, the company can create a personalised arm within a couple of days.

Early models included the ‘Iron Man’ hand, a Disney ‘Frozen’ hand and a Star Wars light sabre version that lit up when you moved it.

Payne says: ‘When we asked amputees what they wanted, none said they wanted to recreate their missing human hand. Instead, we wanted to help turn them into bionic super heroes.

‘For kids especially, if they go into school with an Iron Man hand they don’t have a weakness, they have something that they feel looks super cool. Other children think it’s great, because it looks like what it is, a bionic arm.’

WHY HUMANS LOVE THE ROBOT LOOK

Research suggests there may be psychological reasons why robotic-looking body parts are more acceptable than realistic ones. There is a theory known as ‘the uncanny valley’: studies have shown that the more lifelike something artificial is, the more we distrust it.

The theory is associated with human-like robotic dolls, but may explain the dislike of ‘realistic’ prosthetics, too.

Man-made limbs have been used for centuries. One of the earliest was a below-the-knee replacement from about 300 BC made from bronze, iron and wood. For many years, the main aim was to restore the normal look of the patient, rather than replace lost limbs with something equally functional.

Professor Sir Saeed Zahedi, a leading expert on prosthetic limbs at Bournemouth University, is convinced the surging popularity of the Paralympics, particularly at London 2012, has been a driving force behind the shift in public perception of disability and limb loss.

Why we all may soon be going bionic

Prosthetics are becoming so good that they are not aimed solely at amputees – we could all end up wearing them. Italian firm Youbionic has developed a ‘glove’ that’s worn over the user’s own hand, and features two robotic hands side-by-side.

Each hand can work independently on different tasks enabling the user, for example, to hold children’s hands while at the same time carrying bags.

The company has also developed a robotic ‘third arm’ that can attach to a user’s shoulder.

This type of human augmentation is just the beginning, says Professor Hugh Herr, head of biomechatronics at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, writing recently in Science Robotics.

He said: ‘Future technologies will not only compensate for human disability, they will drive human capacities beyond current levels. Aided by augmentation technology, the future human will be stronger, faster, less prone to injury and more productive.’

It sounds ludicrous, but I’ve seen it for myself. Last month I attended CES, the world’s biggest technology show in Las Vegas, and got to test-drive Samsung’s GEMS-H exoskeleton.

These motorised ‘braces’ are worn over the hips and thighs and allow the user to walk about 20 per cent faster than normal.

They also make climbing stairs almost effortless. There were powered walking sticks, remote-controlled wheelchairs, 3D glasses giving vision to the blind, and robotic limbs.

While the digital age may pose problems for some, for those with disabilities, the technological future is most certainly bright.

British athletes such as amputee sprinter Jonnie Peacock caught the nation’s attention with his prosthetic ‘blade’.

And the emergence of advanced robotics has led to dramatic changes. Now hands can perform many of the missing functions – such as pinching, gripping and rotating.

Artificial knees come with built-in microprocessors that mimic the real thing more closely than mechanical ones and mean above-the-knee amputees can walk naturally. And sophisticated motorised ankles also allow below-the-knee amputees to easily negotiate sloping ground.

Now scientists are working on an even more innovative army of ‘superlimbs’ covered in a fabric and rubber ‘skin’ laced with sensors that mimic nerve endings.

When attached to an artificial limb, sensors in the ‘skin’ pass signals to nerves in the real skin adjoining the limb which transmit to the brain. It could mean amputees are once more able to feel different textures, or differentiate between hot and cold.

NHS England is part-funding an upcoming trial, due to start later this year, looking at the HeroArm in a group of 15 young adults.

Currently, patients are offered three options – a hook, a cosmetic hand that doesn’t move, or one with a single movement where the fingers open and close all at the same time. The company hopes the study could pave the way for the high-tech limbs to be used widely on the NHS.

Another user, Daniel Melville, 28, from Reading, Berkshire, says his HeroArm means he can pluck a tissue from a box. He was born with no right hand, due to a birth defect. But it wasn’t the absence of his hand that caused the biggest problem growing up, rather the range of substitutes he deemed ‘largely useless’.

‘People would see the false hand and ask me what happened, which made me feel disabled and not good enough,’ says Dan. ‘But HeroArm makes me stand out for all the right reasons – not the wrong ones.’

Tilly couldn’t agree more: ‘I’m an actress, singer, dancer, and I’m bionic,’ she says. ‘I feel every barrier in front of me is there to break.’

openbionics.com

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well up and down, north and south and east and west are reading my stuff, Canada too so hello to you all.

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Why do you spread things out on the washing line?

I've just had to remind my teenagers, what about yours?

Saturday, 23 February 2019

Bocadillo or Sandwich to you and me

michaelgcasey Uncategorized 23/02/2019 4 Minutes

Bocadillo or Sandwich to you and me ©
By
Michael Casey

I’m listening to JM Jarre as I talk to you, Souvenir of China has just played, which is a sad piece and in my mind I could use it when Big Sid is “dead” and transported away from Dudley Rd hospital to the undertakers. I can picture what will happen and how it will look, all I have to do is write it all down. Then the miracle of getting a producer to turn Tears for a Butcher into a film or a tv series. So much Hope, or is it self delusion? Well if Guatemala can be reading The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker today in Spanish translation, and a Russian translation being read in Kazakhstan who knows what the Future might bring.

Are you hungry after all that? I am, so lets talk bocadillos, I know you all think I talk a load of old bocadillos already, but as my Guatemala readers will tell you a bocadillo means sandwich. So go Google, better still go make your own bocadillo with a few cervezas, or beers. Its a long time since the Spanish exam so forgive the bad Spanish. You normally can speak 4 times more than you can write. Oh, and don’t forget me, I’ll have a beer and a sandwich too, just leave it next to the screen, just as you leave something for Santa.

Ok now that we are all ready let’s talk bocadillos. As a child I used to get a big mug and mix cocoa milk and sugar in it, then I dipped sliced white bread into it. All the varieties of bread did not exist when I grew up, or we didn’t think to buy them, 1960s I talking of. I was left with a clown’s smile in cocoa all over my mouth and face as I enjoyed dunking the folded white bread into the cocoa. Try it for yourself if you have never done it before. You can put photos on Facebook, and tell everybody it was the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham’s idea.

When we went on a family Pilgrimage to Lourdes in 1966 we did not like the French food in hotel Biarritz, so dad had to improvise. So we bought baguettes and bananas and made banana bocadillos for all 8 of us, we 6 kids were aged 16 to 3 at the time. Then we got lost and my biggest brother in his Joe 90 glasses said, “ou est hotel Biarritz” to everybody. A couple of years later he had gold octagonal glasses and long hair, was it even in an Afro, and he was at Queens Oxford studying Modern Languages.

1999 in the February, so that’s 20 years ago I decided to go to Spain. I had been relearning my Spanish, just 15 mins a day but every day for 4 months prior to going and guess what, it worked. I did nearly mix up blue and yellow, and nearly caught the wrong bus to Barcelona but I corrected myself in time. So I was in the middle of Barcelona asking people “donde esta hotel Paral Lel” Just as stupidly as my brother in Lourdes 33 years previously.

Though my Spanish was better than his French was in 1966, I had am better trick up my sleeve. “ Me llamo Miguel, audarme” So this little old lady and her friend helped me. Because her son’s name was Miguel too. They took me up Las Ramblas and showed me which metro to take. I also told them I was hungry too, all in Spanish so they took me into a Tapas bar, and said Feed this Man.

And that is how I was introduced to Tapas and Bocadillos in a bar in Barcelona. For which I will be eternally grateful. In actually fact every day I went to the same Tapas bar. “Otra Vez” was what they said when I turned up. I might be on the other side of Barcelona, I’d look at my watch and say “Tapas” then jump on the metro, so I could have my dinner in a nice place. It really was a great holiday. I bought a leather jacket which I still have, and I still fit in it, again. I also have a Writer’s style briefcase which I still have. I also saw the Russian ballet in Barcelona too.

My holiday there was a bocadillo in itself, a sandwich of tasty events, I even met a pretty girl at the Tapas bar. I struggled to hold a full conversation. At the end she said in English, it was good for me to use Spanish. She’d been to England, the South coast, it may have been Bournemouth, was there a failed romance too, I cannot remember much more. She was elegantly dressed with her coat neatly folded on her lap hiding her beautiful legs. And yes that was my last holiday before wife and family appeared like a star in the East, from Shanghai.

So make sure your own life is a bocadillo, on the outside simple, like bread, but inside full of a variety of tastes and adventures. Make sure you have wine or milk to wash it down with. Then you’ll be able to bore all your friends with your stories 20 years later, or is that what only Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham does? Hasta Luego, hasta entonces. Miguelito.
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Guatemala & Argentina Hola amigos

Guatemala and Argentina are reading The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker in Spanish today so thank you all, but do tell all your friends on FaceBook and in church better still.
I'll write something new later on when the pain monster goes away. I hate being so weak these past 6 years, I used to be as strong as an Ox, now I just smell like one.

Best of all get your media to read it on the radio, and pay me too.

Hasta Luego.

Michael Casey

miguelito

Friday, 22 February 2019

Kazakhstan is reading my novel in Russian

Kazakhstan is reading my novel in Russian today on my Wordpress site where I have loaded Translations galore, in an attempt to get you all to buy the ENGLISH.

So thanks to them, if you are an Astronaut or Cosmonaut reading before flying, how about a plug from space. Here's my space story to keep you going, while I go out shopping.

you can translate it for yourselves

By Michael Casey

Mikhail Mikhailovich was a spaceman, a cosmonaut as the Russians call them, he’d been in space forever, he held the world record already, he was testing himself to see if Man could make it to Mars. He and Tim Peake had had a lot of fun in the space station, but now Tim was gone. So Mikhail was lonely, in fact Mikhail was having a dark night of the soul, flying high in the sky orbiting the world. He was on the edge, but bear a bear of a man he told nobody, if only his wife Katarina was with him to make him strong, but he was floating in space and she was back in Saint Petersburg.

Michael the Arch-Angel had just pushed back Satan back into Hell and had sealed the gates with a pair of Rosary beads, now he was taking Mrs Murphy’s soul back to her body, he was in a hurry before her body died without her soul inside. At Saint Michael the Arch-Angel flew in space with Mrs Murphy’s soul safely tucked in his belt by his sword he felt Mikhail’s sorrow. So much sorry, he flew as fast as he could fly towards to space station, a soul was in danger, the space station was in danger, a man’s life and soul was in danger. Mikhail was on the verge of thinking of doing something mad bad and sad. Michael felt this and as an angel he must intervene, he spiralled directly towards the space station, he went straight inside and grabbed Mikhail’s arm.

An angel does not need to use doors, the spirit just walks through walls even in space, love knows no boundaries, and an angel is just that, love. Saint Michael the Arch-Angel gave Mikhail a bear-hug and nearly broke his ribs. Mikhail screamed in fear, Michael just laughed in his face and said he screamed like a little girl, was he going to pee his pants as an encore. Mikhail rubbed his eyes, there was angel in front of him, speaking Russian, in fact he sounded like his own old grandfather, with the same local accent.

I could punch your lights out, but I’m an angel so let’s talk, have you got any beer, my wings are tired I need a beer, asked the angel. Mikhail laughed, where do we have the room for a barrel of beer in a space station? The angel reached behind him and two pints of Stella Artois appeared in chalices, so Mikhail took one and drank it, after such a long time in space it was heavenly to say the least. So Mikhail and the angel had 4 pints each, which is enough to wet their whistle if they were both Russian. Mikhail wasn’t scared any more, if this was a dream he was going to enjoy it. He’d love a big sandwich of Russian beef and bread with lettuce and tomatoes, so once more Saint Michael reached behind him and the sandwiches appeared. Is Paul Daniels behind you joked Mikhail, Tim the English spaceman had told Mikhail about Paul Daniels during his time on the space station. No replied the angel, but God is behind me, and in front of me and in all directions too, he has my back, and your’s too, that’s why I’m saving you.

Mikhail, looked at his feet, he’d felt a failure, he could have, but he didn’t, an angel had saved him. Michael the Archangel gave him another pint of Stella Artois, Paul Daniels was working overtime you could say. Why were you in space anyway asked Mikhail. I was returning a soul to a body, Mrs Murphy was risking her soul to save the life of her priest, or rather the soul of her priest. That’s when Satan pounced, so I had to give him a kicking, and then mum asked we to return Mrs Murphy’s soul to her body, before her body expired. Mum who is your mum? Mary is my mum, she’s everybody’s mum, she prefers to be called ”mum” it’s the highest title of all. Mikhail Mikhailovich started to cry, so Michael wiped his nose with his wings.

I wish I could be a father but being in the space program has put paid to that, I am a hero of Mother Russia, but my own wife cannot be a mother, we will never know the joy of children. Mikhail cried again, the angel gave him a huge hug, almost breaking the spaceman’s ribs and Mikhail’s face turned bright red due to lack of oxygen. A tear fell from the angel’s eye, it trickled down his face and splashed Mrs Murphy’s soul, this was enough for Mrs Murphy she was saying the Rosary in a nanosecond. Her body was dead by now, but at least she could pray for the spaceman.

Michael and Mikhail had some fresh fruit, bananas and grapes, washed down with more Stella Artois. Mikhail unburdened himself to the angel, all his hopes and dreams, being a spaceman was the last of them. Tim had told Mikhail about David Bowie and the two of them had put the face makeup on and sung the songs. Now Tim was gone and Mikhail missed him, but most of all Mikhail missed something he’d never have. Children. As a child Mikhail loved listening to stories, stories from all over Russia and everywhere else too, but then studying came along.

Saint Michael the Archangel has a secret, he loves stories too, he’s spent ages, literally Ages listening to stories from all over the world. So as they drunk their Stella Artois Michael told Mikhail some of the stories. First in Russian for the Russian stories, then he switched to Chinese for the Chinese stories, Indian for the Indian stories, and Japanese for the Japanese stories. Michael knew thousands of stories in told them all in all the native languages. The food and drink flowed, Paul Daniels really is a great magician, how he hid all of it in the space station ready to save a soul, a Russian spaceman’s soul we’ll never know, perhaps he’s just an angel.

How long would it take to tell tales from all over the world, as long as there is food and drink on the table there will always be tales, and this angel doesn’t follow Logic, only Love. In Earth time 50 years had passed, or was it just a dream? Michael and Mikhail hugged, this time Michael could not breathe and he turned red. Mikhail had been filled with Love, and food and drink thanks to maybe Paul Daniels, so he was a big Russian Bear once more.

You are Mikhail Mikhailovich a Spaceman who did not fall to earth, you are the Storyteller from Space, you are a “father” to billions of children, and to your wife you are the best husband in space and on earth who gave her seven children, angels love the number 7, Snow White really did exist you know, but that’s another story. Mikhail snored, he been dreaming hadn’t he.

Michael flew off into space, for decades he’d been talking to Mikhail, it was a coincidence he’d spotted Mikhail, he thanked God. As Michael looked at his watch, by which I mean the rotation of the stars in space, he realised he’d actually gone back in time by 2.9 nanoseconds. Einstein had been livid when he’d got to Heaven to discover that Time and Relativity was just one of God’s jokes.

Mrs Murphy’s soul was returned to her body, but her 50 years of prayers so that Mikhail could have a family had not been wasted, and as for her priest well that’s another story, Tears for a Butcher by Michael Casey to be exact, if God gives me the time to finish it.

The next night Mikhail said he had a story for all the Russian children, so he told them about the night the angel came to the space station. This was an instant hit all over Mother Russia, it was so funny too, though he had to explain who Paul Daniels was, they liked the story a lot, not a little bit. The Indians wanted to hear the story so could he tell them too, so he did but Mikhail told them in one of the major Indian languages, and as each child hear the story they hear it in the voice of their own grandfather. Japan was next and they were astounded too, not only did know their language but the accent was perfect, Mikhail was like a United Nations, his stories perfectly told demanded silence, followed by tears of joy.

Mikhail spent another month in space, each night he’d tell stories to the world’s children. He was out of this world literally and in all other ways. When it was time for him to return he was an international hero, for science and for story-telling. Putin himself said he drive him from the airport to the Kremlin for a reception. When Mikhail came down the steps from the plane his wife jumped into his arms, Putin was dressed as a chauffeur, the election was next month and he know good PR. The president as servant of the people. Putin did have to close the privacy screen in the Zil because the spaceman started on creating his happy family on the back seat of the Zil limousine.

So Mikhail got what he wanted a big happy Russian family, was the angel right in guessing 7, no he was wrong, Mikhail and his wife only had 3 pregnancies. Three being Mrs Murphy’s favourite number, three sets of triples. Mikhail set up his own Utube station to tell stories to the world’s children, he called it You’ll Like It, a lot. Then his friend Putin suggested he should run for president, so that’s how a spaceman called Mikhail became the President of Russia, because an angel came acalling, twinkle, twinkle.

Sunday, 24 February 2019

Less Arms race more Human Race

The REAL-LIFE BIONIC girl: Once, prosthetic limbs tried to look human... now that's all changing thanks to pioneers like Tilly Lockey, whose state-of-the-art robot arms look exactly those seen in fantasy movies

Why we all may soon be going bionic

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Saturday, 23 February 2019

Bocadillo or Sandwich to you and me

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Guatemala & Argentina Hola amigos

Friday, 22 February 2019

Kazakhstan is reading my novel in Russian

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