Every Moment is the Best Time

Every Moment is the Best Time ©

By

Michael Casey

I was trawling through the papers and I spotted a couple of things, and that has led to this. Two were written by female journalists, am I allowed to say they are both really pretty or is Me Too still over reacting? The very phrasing I use condemns me, discuss. Both obviously are far far smarter that I’ll ever be too. The 3^rd piece was about another great woman, Jackie O. Can you spot which 2 papers I was reading?

The point of it all is that there are special times in our lives. We have drams, if you are Scottish, or dreams for the rest of us. Notice how I added something via using a typo, ok, stay like a rock, a wall. Impervious to my words. Jackie O had everything but book editing gave her the most pleasure, she died at 64,which is very close to where I am now. I did read somewhere she was a secret smoker so that could have been part of it. My point though is that books gave her the most fun.

So if I go back to the other journalist she wanted so much to have a special time, she had planned it all, then her bloke disappointed her. Typical bloke you are all saying. I wanted to write a nice thoughtful piece today but I just held out my left arm and that simple action a few seconds ago has set off pain in my shoulder and neck. So I’ll pause and come back to you all, while I slap on the pain killer gel, Movelat, see I’m just as useless as that journalist’s bloke.

However it does illustrate the point, life can take a sudden turn, you never know what is just around that corner, a publishing deal hopefully, ok I do have to dream as I don’t drink drams. So you need to enjoy what is, treat every moment as if it is your last. Treasure everything. Mindfulness is a buzz word, but lets stick to plain English, if you are so busy trying to do too much, to fit it all in, Tuesday it must be Paris if you are an American. Then you may tick things off your bucket list but really you are not actually doing anything.

So stop and switch off the phone, stop taking selfies and live-streaming everything, because you are missing everything. Speaking with my photographer’s head on from 30 years ago, once you are behind a camera the angle is different, the experience is different. You may win awards for your snaps, but you have missed the event. Though I can also admit I was told to Join In, but I’ve been perhaps always the observer all my life. Does that mean it was inevitable I’d turn out to be a writer, however bad you may think I am.

You need to think whatever the situation I’m going to make the most of it, I may be the toilet cleaner, and I have been while at the hotel, you just have to put on a happy face. And remember to flush twice. If you have a grudge with life it will hurt you, so take the chip of both shoulders. If you can help folks along the line that’s good too. You need to connect at the right level to whom you are talking.

Harry and Opera are going to do a series but one observation is that is was announced with so much pretentious PR speak.

Now this is one way they could have made it in plain English.

If you are _ up, then you can do - all, so help yourself to be less - up, by - talking to somebody to any - body. Get it off you  - chest, then you will feel so much - better, and you can have a better - life.

You can insert your own strong words, but if Harry ran my paragraph against the Opera one with his Army pals, I know the lads would understand mine far far better. You only have one life, so enjoy it and help yourself to enjoy it more.

The reason why I use plain English in everything I write is that I want as many people as possible to read it and understand it. I have readers in over 60 countries reading my stuff in multiple languages. Yes not in millions, yet. So even though Google Translate will never be perfect,yet, it proves to me that the writing is understandable and perhaps well written, even in machine translation.

I got sidetracked then, which brings me to the other point, tunnel vision. If you really enjoy something you’ll even forget to eat, like the Korean gamers. With Korean girls being so pretty, I’d forget the gaming, but I’m just old fashioned. Before I forget the lads wrote a game for Atari 30 years ago, I think they got 10k for it, but never did another. A family friend in Osaka his son is doing a gaming degree, you can do them over there. By the  way my stories could be used as Gaming material, so Japan and Korea get in touch. I’m available to visit if you pay for 5 star everything.

Another point is devotion, to your God, to your family, to your clan. One minute you may be doing ceremonial dancing in North America or in Africa or Australia or New Zealand and I have readers in all those places, the next you are dead, totalled in a car crash. Life is so short, we all have a tenuous link to life, so all of us must say. I love you mum, dad, sister, brother, boyfriend, girlfriend, straight or gay or undecided, or just I love my dog.

Enjoy the moment, enjoy you day free of pain, you can always dream it never comes back. Enjoy falling asleep because you are so exhausted, and even the Tinnitus can’t keep you awake. Enjoy that 2hours or 90 mins of sleep until you awake like a clockwork vampire. My brother had a moneybox where the vampire hand came out and took the sixpence from the slot. That was over 50 years ago, I just remembered it.

Pain can destroy us and make us bitter and cranky, I don’t think I’m bitter, but I can be cranky until the Movelat painkilling gel kicks in. So you have to make the best of what you have got. You don’t have to be like the kid in the Elvis song, In the Ghetto. What you have is what you have got, so use what you have got. I used a  paper clip as a car and the mortar between the bricks was a road for the Leprechauns to drive on. Ask Derek McK if you don’t believe me, that was over 50 years ago.

People today expect too much, without the wanting to do the work to get there. Yes we all need opportunities, I had a play accepted back in 1989, 30 years ago. It could have become a cult like Rocky Horror. I’m not bitter. Bitterness destroys the soul, there is always Hope and Saint Jude, and even if you stay where you are cleaning toilets for a living, that is not what defines you. You define you, you make yourself happy, you keep yourself looking on the Bright Side. For the Dark Side is Death of the Soul.

Me, I dream my stories become cults in Korean and Japan and I tour surrounded by Kpop girls as I will be come the next Gangham Style but the fat silver haired writer in shades from BIRMINGHAM, the one in England. Only 116kilos, beat that Sumos!

13th April 2019

13th April 2019

well I went for a walk today, down the hill and far away to the Polish shop for ham
Then I walked all the way back up the hill, or rather up a less step hill
And got home in time to hang out my knickers
it takes 3 hours to wash my knickers
or rather i forgot to change  the program on the washing machine

once my knickers were safely on the line I rested

I did not  realise how tired I was so I had to go and have a nap.

Thankfully the pain monster was not so bad today, though it will return it always does.

This is my life after all.

My girls aske where the family came from in Kerry Eire
So if you google earth you can actually see my mother's old place
or rather the porch which has its stones as decoration, mum's birthplace is gone
Go to Cromane Lower and look for the house with the telegraph pole and lamp outside
with swings for kids in garden, there is a blue boat on the beach nearby
You should be able to see the seat of all my power, right there in Ireland

Bring a tin of biscuits and say you know Michael Casey from Birmingham and
he'll probably bolt the door, or ring the Police ha ha ha
my cousin must be 40 now.

Today 13th April would have been our lodger's Birthday too he'd be 99 now
so say a prayer for him, as he has nobody to remember him, except me.  he's buried at the other end of Ireland in Killybegs Donegal, which is really beautiful too.

I may write something new tomorrow.  I always have ideas, and if I had a typist I could sit and dictate, or if I had software I could speak and the programme would write my words. Though I'd prefer a typist. Maybe in the future if I break the Japan or China market, those 2 countries were reading my stuff today on my Wordpress, Russia is reading my novel in Russian today as well.

So please tell Everybody and tell MZ on Facebook to give me a column, instead of printing fake news.

I'll finish for tonight, tomorrow is Palm Sunday so pray for my Health while you are at Mass.
Saint Jude is being very busy for me at the moment, so a big thanks to him too. 

where my mum was born , yes really 1920 Cromane Lower Kerry

Worth more than Vodka

Worth more than Vodka ©

By

Michael Casey

Now some things are worth more than Gold, like friendship, or a gun if you are a hunter, but to be worth more than Gold? For Lech, Boris and Gregorgi for anything to be worth more than Vodka? They were visiting me the other day, they said it was just to see if I was looking after Totoro the cat properly. They had a new still in Warley Woods, so to kill to birds with one stone they popped by. Their friend at NASA who knew Esther’s son the satellite guy, he’d started to send them texts with news from the stills. Some billion dollar technology, being used to make sure the Vodka was just right. Don’t ask me how, ask that nice lady Dr who created  the Smiley image of a Black Hole. Only somebody as bright as her could explain, I cannot, the only black hole I know I’m sitting on.

So the boys stocked up my cupboards with enough soup and beans to last a siege, then whistling Tchaikovsky they were gone. They were gone until darkness fell, they were panting, and Lech had something under his sheepskin. It was a baby with the umbilical still attached. Quick ring a doctor, he almost looked scared. I reached for the phone, but at that very moment Nurse Vicky came in for a cup of tea. Vicky was a retired midwife, sometimes God sends you things. Put him back under your coat she ordered. Then she grabbed tin foil from the kitchen and a pair of my old winter long johns. Then she wrapped the baby and ordered Lech to resume his warming.

I’ll call the ambulance now, the child looks ok, but what about the mother, she could be bleeding to death somewhere. Where did you find the baby? In the woods. So the mother could be in danger? Asked Lech, Boris and Gregorgi their Slav sense of family coming to the fore. We have to go, to look for the mother. They headed for the door, Vicky interrupted, the mother could be anywhere, but you forgot one thing. Give me the baby now. So Lech carefully passed the baby to Vicky who then it against her own enormous bosoms, and smothered the newborn in love and warmth.

The blue flashing light of the ambulance flashed outside, the boys disappeared over my back garden fence. This is more important than any vodka, we must find the mother. The warmth from the still had saved the baby, but now the mother must be found, the mother must be found. Their NASA friend sent texts but they had never replied, that was the deal. But now in their Black Hole of worry for the mother, they just had to. But what message should they send, could they send?

Three Kings looking for Mary. He’d understand he was clever. So they texted it. Three Kings looking for Mary. The baby was safe and warm at City Hospital, what Vicky had forgotten was more than most knew. The baby was called Michael, she didn’t tell me, but as it was a boy and it was my house, so it was small Michael. The Police said the mother could be lost in the woods, but was probably long gone, so no search till daylight, just in case.

For the boys, NOW means NOW, they were all fathers, what if it were one of their daughters? They had to look, they had to look. They were Slavs, a daughter in trouble had to be loved, had to be loved. At Nasa a message to a restricted number flags up big time. All the Spy agencies were on the case. And what did Three Kings looking for Mary mean?

Their friend knew immediately, it’s my 3 friends from school back in the Homeland where Russia/Poland and Ukraine make love on the map. They are looking for a mother obviously. Who is Mary then? Mary was a new mother, so they are looking for a new mother. But why look for a new mother? Probably because because they found her baby. It’s an abandoned baby. It must be that. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi knew he was clever, he did work for Nasa after all.

Lech’s phone rang, it was Nasa. Could their friend help find the mother. Their friend looked at array of top Nasa and spy agency people looking at him. Well I left the East to work here, prove to me you have a heart. The man in the suit took out his phone and showed a picture of a new born. This is my first granddaughter she was born yesterday in England. The man in the suit said two words. DO IT!

And that is how billion dollar satellites were used to find Mary and help the Three Kings bring her offerings. As the woods were dark and only heat would show up in space the new super dupper satellite was tested. It spotted the bulk of the boys easily. A search area and grid pattern was assigned and the satellites put to work. The girl from the Black Hole discovery teams poked her head around the corner, what’s going on. They told her, so she found a space and opened her laptop and did some space magic.

A few foxes in woods were spotted and a few stray birds flying past. But what if “Mary” the mother had fallen, her signature wood be smaller. The lady Dr worked away at her laptop. Lech Boris and Gregorgi were hunting frantically but not very successfully. They found a bloody bag and waved to space then phoned in the news. This was added to the plot. This went on for two hours the woods were so big after all. Saint Jude help us screamed Lech and Boris with Gregorgi echoing their prayers.

In the Space Station the Russian crew told the rest what was going on, they all said Saint Jude’s prayer. Friends in higher places were needed. Then not one, two, three or four, but five sparks of life and light came up from Space, including the Space Station. Saint Jude does not mess about.

The Black Hole Dr Lady jumped up, there she pointed at the wall size screen. In Polish/Russian and Ukrainian the Nasa people and Spooks screamed instructions to Lech, Boris and Gregorgi. The Three Kings have found Mary flashed all over the world’s satellites. The old joke used to be why did the Americans  get to the Moon first, they had more German scientists than the Russians. But now, but now the Three Kings from the East had found Mary lost in the woods.

The girl really did need medical attention, and her name really was Mary. The Spy people had a helicopter on standby and Lech, Boris and Gregorgi  waved and it descended into the black hole and took her back to the light. But what about their still, it would be lost, and the Police would be nosey etc. GCHQ in England knew what was going on, that’s their job, Prince William will tell you that if ever you meet him by the coffee machine. As luck would have it the new head of GCHQ was call Havis McTavish from a very long line of Scottish Whisky makers. Do you think he’d let anybody know what had happened the night before. I should cocoa, I repeat I should cocoa. GCHQ slapped a D notice with a 30 year rule on everything.

Nobody or nothing would ever know what happened. A man had found a baby and given it to Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham,the one in England. His dear friend Vicky a midwife had taken it to hospital. Then another man out walking his dog had found the mother. Full Stop, Period as the Americans say. Or as  Intelligence sources say. MIND YOU OWN BUSINESS.

There is a p.s. to this story. The man in the suit came to England to see his new grandchild and obviously he’s so high up he gets Police escort. The Police handed him, a brown paper bag with a 2 litre bottle of fresh Vodka in it. Tied to the bottle on a luggage label was written in Polish/Ukrainian and Russian, with love from The Three Kings and baby Michael. I heard that Havis McTavis from GCHQ also got one, Prince William told me at the coffee machine, he delivered it personally.

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The Liar

michaelgcasey Uncategorized 11/04/2019 3 Minutes

The Liar ©
By
Michael Casey

I’ve been threatening to tell you a new story for days but my left shoulder feels as if I’m holding a concrete cross for a few days, so you have been spared, even if I have not. Or am I lying? Though some would say that writing is lying but on paper, and story telling is just plain old lying, or being a Politician or a Trump. His shadow over History is so large, he’ll be in all the History books for all the wrong reasons, but enough of him, he’s not paying me.

Today Julian left the Embassy, I don’t mean Julian of Duncan and Sandy fame, I’m mixing up the words, Julian and Sandy it should be from Around the Horne. Now that’ll really confuse my USA readers, you’ll just have to go Google. Hello I’m Julian and this is my friend Sandy, we are bona Wiki, Wiki what I can’t say it’s a secret. But if you buy Jules a shandy and me a bitter, no not beer I don’t drink, a packet of bitter sweets, you know those lemon ones, then I’ll reveal all.

We can crack any computer, yes we can, don’t mock, if you want to know what Madge down the corner shop is up to just cross our palms. No, don’t write on them with felt tip, I mean give us some silver. I don’t mean tin foil to line the baking tin either, just stop messing about. Give us some shillings, we need to feed the gas meter. Now that’s much warmer isn’t it?

Here look through my telescope, no it’s not a metaphor, you have such a filthy mind. What did I think you meant, you know what I thought you meant,don’t try and make me sin, it still Lent after all. But you are Jewish. Ok let’s stick to the script, you do have such lovely hand writing, its Sylfaen, yes it’s so fine. Audience do keep up, you’re like a crowd of drunken Politicians saying Beer Beer, or do I need my ears waxed again, or is that just my legs.

So what is Madge doing, she is reaching for the top shelf. I never knew she stocked mucky books, I’ll have to pay her a visit, I got a few old books covered in cobwebs, or are the cobwebs on my, maybe I can get Madge to flick my old cobwebs off, now that’s a real metaphor, me and Madge cobweb flicking. PAUSE. I had to have a quick shandy the thought of me and Madge flicking our cobwebs on the floor behind the counter. I do like Spring Cleaning, what did you think I was talking about. That’s disgusting, I don’t care if your not Christian, you bunch of Heathens need to go to Confession. Cobweb Flickers the lot of you.

What other lies can I share? Well Ecuador was reading me yesterday and today Julian was thrown out, it’s true the Country was reading my words and then today they throw Jules Assange out, I thought it was Father Christmas when it was on the news. 7 years squatting, he’ll have to improve his diet.

The thing about being a liar is that you have to have a good memory to remember all your lies. Me I’ve never lied in my life, but you think I’m lying, oh yes you do, oh no you don’t, I’M GETTING DIZZY, all these lies making my head go round and around, maybe I should get a part in the Exorcist.

We all lie when we tell our kids about Father Christmas, except me, because I know Father Christmas personally, not Biblically that’s something else, just personally. You see I do have such beautiful silver white locks, and when I don’t shave a white beard too. And you’ve seen me all dressed in red. I am Father Christmas, or that’s how my reflection speaks to me. So send me some money in a plain brown envelope and I’ll buy you all a present. One lollipop to share amongst 7,000,000,000 people. Your money I’ll keep and trust me I’ll spend it wisely. On Me.

So that’s today’s story as the pain monster leaves my body, no doubt to return often. If you were expecting something else then one of us is a Liar, who’ll burn in Hell’s Fire.

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I called it In Search of an Indian Princess, the Polish Translation got 21,000 views in a few weeks. I even had a low budget film producer have a look at it a few years ago. So Spielberg it's still available and so am I. My books on Amazon are a Shop Window until a fancy PUBLISHER or anybody else picks me up, though I am very heavy, so don't hurt yourself I started writing a long time ago. 1987 to be exact. It took me a year to learn how to write. I spent 20 years listening to BBC Radio 4 BEFORE I picked up a pen, this is quality speech radio,not shock jock rubbish. I used to read by the yard too. I hope I write for ears if that doesn't sound too pretentious. So that's 50 years in love with Words, yes my birth certificate is so old, not me. I feel 20 in my head, though on pain days I feel 95. Don't get Arthritis ++++ nor skeletal muscular pain after a quadruple heart bypass, nor Tinnitus since 2018, apart from that, I'm such a hunk, well to old ladies of 95. And yes I like soft toilet paper too, or is that too much information? 2018 was the 30th Anniversary since The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker was born, in the living room behind me as I huddled the gas fire. My Face is on all the books so you know who to blame, I am not the Monk or anybody else THERE ARE OTHERS OF THE SAME NAME, SO LOOK FOR THE SILLY PHOTOS of me www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com to HEAR my words, 200+ stories, 12hours worth in Posh Birmingham STOP PRESS, for those of you who wished I'd stop writing, well it nearly happened. I had an Unplanned Triple Heart Bypass in Jan 2015, and I didn't even know I had heart problems. 6 months later I learnt I had 4 grafts, so is that a Quadruple? Anyways Thanks to Birmingham's City Hospital and our Queen Elizabeth hospital I am still here with you. Though I'm still getting pain as it takes a long time to heal, and just for fun my Arthritis plays up too. And yes I write about pain as well, for without pain in our life we have not experienced all of life. Though I'd love a break from all the pain, as would all of us.It descends randomly like mist, and on occasions I can barely talk with pain. Its 13thMarch2019 now and I've reached about 1,449,000 Words or nearly 4300 pages if you stack it all up. Its taken me 30 years now, I know I only look 25, well in my imagination anyway. I've done 44,000 words of my 18th book so far, about 118 pages. Biography I've been close but no cigar most of my life, such as having a play accepted by a professional theatre back in 1989, the play was Shoplife. They called it Sparkling, very real, great fun. hilarious, we could not stop reading it. This gave me the confidence to ignore all negative nasty not nice neighbours, who used too must alliteration, to be negative about my writing. However Life is not a straight road, its more a long and winding road. I can even remember being at grammar school when Monty Python first came out. And look what happened to them. One of my brothers was actually at the same college and University as John Cleese, Downing Cambridge. Another brother was at the same college and University as Mr Bean, Queens Oxford. I'm name dropping just in case Andrew at the Daily Mail, editor is reading this. As for me I went to work. Our dad by the way was a Blacksmith then sweated for 40 years in a steel works, in Brasshouse Lane Smethwick. Me I was a computer operator back in 1978 on Dec PDP 1170s, 40 years ago,and then a variety of other jobs, I had my working life in reverse. The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker is a slow burner that really does catch fire, and the best place to be when a book catches fire is, down the pub, The Trader in the book. Hidden in the cellar since WWII is a hoard of whisky, whisky galore you might say. When the street of shops in the book is threatened the shopkeepers can and will resort to anything. Such as a Poet and Undertaker using blackmail. When Patrick finds his one true love, and breaks the bed to prove it what does his priest do? The priest makes him organise a fete for the children's home, now that he has made a baby he has to take responsibility for it, and the children's home fete. The priest too uses a little blackmail, so the local police stop all traffic and detour it so as it passes the children's home 3 times, just in time for the fete. The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker is a fun book for all the family with an explosive ending. 21,000 POLISH READERS CANNOT BE WRONG. The Translations of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker on this site are read all over the world So buy it. Amazon Kindle books can be downloaded to Kindle, PC and Laptop. So you have no excuse, or does the writer have to persuade you? 888888888 https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/ & http://butcherbakerundertaker.blogspot.co.uk/ Now my book of blogs has many funny pieces in it, here's a taster of what you get if you buy the book. 300 and Not OUT, called very funny by one publisher. All I need is a Fairy Godmother and then you can all surf on my 1,458,000 words. And I can pay off the mortgage on the new house, and donate to my daughters as University beckons. As for my own Future? God Alone Knows. Stuffing Tony© By Michael Casey Stuffing Tony, what am I talking about, no not our tame turkey whom we've decided to eat, nor anything else. Tony is in fact a soft toy, he's my small daughter's favourite, the one she loves the most. He's a white tiger, he was in fact he was her sister's Birthday tiger from a few years ago, but she cried until she owned him. Tony is a very washed out bleached kind of tiger. Tony has been through the washing machine a couple of times, he was very very dizzy when he came out. Yesterday Tony got a brother, his brother is a ginger tiger, now christened Ginger. Ginger makes us laughter because Ginger is how English people call my wife if they cannot pronounce her Chinese name. Tony is one of 40 stuffed toys the girls have, they live up a corner behind the sofa which is just behind me. They are allowed out to form a class when my small daughter plays teacher, afterwards they climb back into their Iceland bags and go to sleep. There is a problem with Tony though, he's lived in the fast lane and lost a lot of weight. So following strict instructions, today I have done a stuffing transplant, which is like a heart transplant but much more important and dangerous. Today without any sedative I have made Loony Chick donate some stuffing to Tony. I took the scissors and make an incision in Loony Chick's behind, I then proceeded to remove the stuffing. I had previously made an incision in Tony's neck at the back, it was then a process of removing from Loony Chick and stuffing Tony. The whole procedure lasted 20mins, Tony now looks very plumped up and proud, as the leader of the pride should look. As for Loony Chick, he, she or should I say it now looks as if he'd had a few dodgy kebabs, very slim, but at least the head still looks plump. When the girls come home from school we'll decide what to do with Loony Chick, should we stuff him with chopped up old clothes, or bubble wrap? Or should he face the death sentence and be sent to a Charity shop, I know it sounds cruel, but since he came back from Shanghai in 2009 he'd mainly been a cushion. These are the very serious things a modern parent has to deal with, luckily I know how to sew, and I have a special relationship with all the toys. Now that Tony is full and looks like a weightlifting Tiger I hope Ginger won't be jealous, otherwise one of them may have to end up in a zoo, or the closest equivalent, in one of the 13 charity shops near our house. https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/ www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com to HEAR me read my stuff http://butcherbakerundertaker.blogspot.co.uk/ are places to read my stuff, comic in the main. I'm NOT on Facebook, you can only find me on my sites. Though you can tell all your FB friends about me or email michaelgcasey@hotmail.com in English only, I delete many Junk emails daily, unopened I would love a spot in a newspaper or magazine, print or online, alongside the fish and chips. I'm honest enough to say I'm as good as the stuff you read online or in newspapers, and yes I've known this for years, 30 years, if I flash/expose my ability for a second. Ok, I've put my quill away in the inkwell. I would love a spot on the radio too, 90 seconds with Michael, could be expanded to an hour. where I'd read a blog out on the radio every day. I have 2000+ inc repeats. So if you agree with me that it would be a great feature do get in touch I HAVE RECORDED 200 PLUS STORIES ABOUT 12 HOURS WORTH SO FAR. PERFECT FOR RADIO SO DO GET IN TOUCH or just listen www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com I also think a book of my stories with facing page translation plus my audio attached would be a great way to teach English via humour to foreigners I have enough material for a series of books. And yes I was an ESOL teacher for a year too, in an Islamic school, I was called excellent, excellent and exemplary by the external assessor, and yes I'd never actually taught before I stood up and tried it. I had spent 3 years as a concierge ++++ so I knew I could do it, as it's just talking. And I had all the writing experience too, and by the way the wife is from Shanghai. So Angel investors get in touch My shorts/blogs are a coffee and a biscuit long, I have 12 hours worth recorded already. www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com My 17 books can be bought here on Amazon Kindle, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 1.The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker 2.Shoplife 3.Essays and Plays 4.Blogs 2011 5.300 and Not OUT 6.Shorts 2013 7.More Shorts 2014 8.Quick Stories 9.Still Alive 2015 10.Undiscovered Words 2016 11.Still Smiling 2017 12.Altogether Now 13.New Horizons 14.14 Up 15.15 Down 16.Sweet Sixteen 17. 17 Again DON'T FORGET KINDLE BOOKS CAN BE LOADED TO PC AND LAPTOP NOT JUST KINDLE. And, there's more, I have readers all over the world, 60 plus countries, so my humour does travel..... Even if I don't, pain attacks for want of a better word, can come suddenly, so I doubt if I'll ever have another holiday, a screamer wouldn't go well on an airline. Let There Be Light © By Michael Casey Let my tears be my words Let the candle light be my eyes Let the flowers in bloom be my lips Let their scent be my blood Let the wind be my breath Let clouds be my mood Let children’s laughter be my hope Let widows’ sighs be my conscience Let a stranger’s prayers be my delight Let the bees be my wisdom Let the trees be my strength Let my patience reach to the stars Let me be always remembered in your prayers new for 2019 a brand new poem Let My Heart Sing© By Michael Casey Let my heart sing Let my smile shine Let my laughter ring Let my joy spread Let my light fill my life Let my words be wise Let my ears never deaf to your needs Let my eyes always see the good Let my shoulders never buckle under any weight Let my feet always bring me back home Let my fingers never need to be crossed Let there always be one thing to be remembered by Love and Charity for Others, my sisters and brothers So when I am dust, remember me for what I tried to be A singer singing a song even though I always sung badly, Because in my heart I was Singing as we all should in Harmony. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&& and that's your lot, go and buy my books on Amazon now. Though I don't expect such miracles, as "the Internet is Free" and nobody wants to pay me.... I'll go away and cry now..... View all posts by michaelgcasey

Published 11/04/2019

Black Hole

Well the photo of a Black Hole  was revealed today.

So I watched a documentary about it on BBC4 tonight

Narrated by the old Dr Who Jim Capaldi, which made me smile

I also shed a tear at the end because it reminded me of 50 years ago

when as a child we watched the moon shot

so much time and space has passed

it may have also been the intense pain which caused the tears

my left shoulder is horrendous today as is the side of my head and face

like you dropped a concrete cross on me

this has been happening more often recently

so despite my steady as you go doctor's results yesterday

steady as you go and not getting any worse that is

though 3.8 cholestrol and being my size is very good

it must all be muscle or concrete inside me

Anyway Black Hole teaches us that science is good

though the Donald would say otherwise

that's what is so sad, i just hope people wake up soon in the USA

Science is the Future not building walls of ignorance

Lock Donald in a room with David Attenborough

Or is Donald just a Black Hole?