Saturday, 15 June 2019

For any Persian readers out there a computer translation

Persian Translation follows

The

Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker(c)

By Michael Casey

is a comedy drama about a street of shops

in Old Forge and Singing Anvil in England . Here's a flavour

Wayne buys a derelict pub and his wife is pregnant with twins , things

could not be worse , Mrs Murphy comes to the rescue with a loan , and 2

sets of twins the builders work for nothing , God looks down and helps

too , Wayne discovers a hidden cellar underneath the cellar , its full

of 40year old whisky left over from the war WWII , the pub was where the

local black marketeer left everything . Wayne and family are saved

The Undertaker has a feud with the traffic warden for putting a parking

ticket on his hearse. On the way there' a Jazz funeral, a teddy bear

called Patrick, a dog called hairy Amjit who has a mind of his own. The

Undertaker’s son leaves the business and Percy is at a loss, his son

returns with a Prodigal Son plea for forgiveness, "Father forgive me, I

now know that computers are not for me, there is no love in computers ,

but in our business there is love and compassion .

The Undertaker tries to blackmail a bent builder who is going to

demolish the street of shops where they all live. Peace is restored so

the Undertaker becomes the election agent for the builder and takes him

on a tour of all the rest homes, so that the builder ends up getting

into the Houses of Parliament. The dodge bookie Smiling Paul has a bet

on the election and wins 1million pounds. The Undertaker is furious

until her hears that Smiling Paul had a road to Damascus experience and

gave away all the money to help save the Chinese restaurant business of

his Chinese friends. So Smiling Paul becomes a man of honour, and gets a

stunning girlfriend on the way, because the Chinese must honour him.

The finale is a kidnap and rescue of the infant daughter of the corner

shop owner, united the street of shops saves the day .

The writing is funny and tongue in cheek, if some readers see it just as

a ma and pa book then good, but if they step back they will see that

I'm gently poking fun at my characters . Such as Big Sid the butcher who

is like a year around Santa. Patrick the baker is trying to have a love

life but all the street knows his every move. His mother is relieved

when finally he meets the right girl, a virgin, who turns out to be the

only daughter of the man who saved the bakery many years before , to

Patrick's mum its a miracle and the will of God .

Butcher The Baker و The Undertaker(c)

توسط مایکل کیسی

یک نمایش کمدی در مورد خیابان مغازه ها است

در Old Forge و Singing Anvil در انگلستان. در اینجا عطر و طعم است

وین می خواهد یک داد و ستد تخلیه خریداری کند و همسرش باردار با دوقلوها باشد، همه چیز بدتر از این نیست، خانم مورفی با وام به نجات می آید و دو مجموعه از دوقلوها سازندگان برای هیچ کاری کار نمی کنند، خدا به نظر می رسد و همچنین کمک می کند، وین کشف می کند انبار زیرزمینی زیر انبار، پر از ویسکی قدیمی 40 ساله که از جنگ دوم جهانی باقی مانده بود، میخانه بود که مارتیچر سیاه و سفید همه چیز را ترک کرد. وین و خانواده ذخیره می شوند

Undertaker با اداره ترافیک دشمن برای قرار دادن بلیط پارکینگ در جعبه خود است. در راه یک مراسم خاکسپاری جاز، یک خرس عروسکی به نام پاتریک، سگ نامیده می شود موی Amjit که ذهن خود را دارد. پسرش Undertaker از این تجارت خارج می شود و پرسی در حال از دست دادن است، پسرش با درخواست پسر برای برده شدن می گوید: "پدر، من را ببخش، اکنون می دانم که رایانه ها برای من نیست، در کامپیوترها هیچ عشق وجود ندارد، اما در کسب و کار ما عشق و محبت وجود دارد

Undertaker تلاش می کند که یک سازنده خم شده را که از خیابان مغازه هایی که همه آنها زندگی می کنند، بکشند. صلح بازسازی شده است، بنابراین Undertaker نماینده انتخابات برای سازنده است و او را در تور از تمام خانه های استراحت، به طوری که سازنده به پایان می رسد تا وارد مجلس پارلمان. بیداد کتابی لبخند پل، شرط بندی را بر انتخابات می گذارد و 1 میلیون پوند برنده می شود. Undertaker خشمگین است تا زمانی که متوجه شود که لبخند پل در حال سفر به دمشق است و تمام پول را برای کمک به صرف غذای رستوران چینی دوستان چینی اش به خرج داد. بنابراین، لبخند پل به یک مرد افتخار می شود و یک دوست دختر خیره کننده در راه است، زیرا چینی ها باید او را احترام کنند. فینال یک ربوده شدن و نجات دختر شیرخوار مغازه دار مغازه است، خیابان مغازه ها را به صرفه جویی می کند.

نوشتن خنده دار و زبان در گونه است، اگر برخی از خوانندگان آن را فقط به عنوان یک MA و کتاب پس خوب، اما اگر آنها عقب نشینی آنها را ببینید که من به آرامی سرگرم کننده در شخصیت های خود را سرگرم کننده. مانند Big Sid قصاب که مانند یک سال اطراف سانتا است. پاتریک بیکر در تلاش است تا یک زندگی عاشقانه داشته باشد اما تمام خیابان ها هر حرکتی را می داند. مادرش وقتی که در نهایت با دختر راست، باکره می ماند، راحت می شود، که تنها دخترش مردی است که چندین سال پیش نان را نجات داد، مادر مادر پاتریک آن را معجزه و اراده خداوند دانست.

busy and pain

had to sort out a problem on my computer, so no new story Friday,

maybe Saturday 15th I'll produce something.

The pain monster has come out to play now

Happy to see mother Russia is reading the Translations of Butcher Baker Undertaker BBU for short

2 more exams and my daughter will be finished

she's threatening to do Medicine should her grades be good enough

her cousin has just started Medicine

so we could end up with 2 doctors in the family

the stone building is where my mother was born and lived for 1st 12 years of her life

my parents would be so proud 2 doctors potentially in the family.

Thursday, 13 June 2019

Acorns Children's Hospice Charity

Acorns Children’s Hospice Charity

Acorns Children’s Hospice

Charity

acorns.org.uk

Description

Acorns Children’s Hospice Trust is a registered charity, offering a network of care and support to life-limited and life-threatened children and their families across the heart of England. Wikipedia

Founded: 1988

Motto: Your local children’s hospice

If you are able wherever you are in the world , please help the above

before they are forced to reduce services.

thank you

Michael Casey

Talking to Strangers

Talking to Strangers ©

Michael Casey

I was talking to a stranger today, I know your mum always says don’t talk to strangers and it is wise advice for children. But it’s one of my bad habits, but I had to talk to this person, luckily for her it was just over the phone. Could you stand looking at me for an hour? I can hear the comments coming through the screen. You are so unkind, call yourselves my readers, I may just sulk and stop writing. But you know I won’t, it’s the only thing I can do, and the only thing I’m good at. Ok, apart from Farting, but you cannot put farting down on a CV, as specialist subject. I know we all used to have farting competitions when we were young, or were you too posh to fart. Try eating Heinz beans with eggs in, a double whammy of fart potential. My brother introduced his fellow students to it when he was at Downing Cambridge. What did you do at University? Oh, I introduced farting to Downing College, via Heinz beans with eggs in. I also got a degree.

So now I’m explaining farting to my readers in 60 countries, you must all think I’m so vulgar, but it does at least save on central heating. But don’t light any farts with a cigarette, and yes I must confess we did try it once in the empty office when it was being refurbed in the 1980s. Meanwhile Flash as we used to call him, he fell asleep on the toilet during a night shift. Then he dropped his cigarette and set fire to his trousers.

Meanwhile what I really wanted to talk about was talking to strangers, that’s if the smell of farts doesn’t drive them away. It was on the news tonight how people can feel lonely or isolated, so they suggested a bus journey. The 3 lonely people had a pet dog each, and they did a test where people spoke and did not speak. Obviously a dog is a talking point, and obviously too speaking really does lift mood. It’s today’s society where people look down at their phones and are cocooned by their buds and their music, so a full bus can be bus full of lonely people. Listen to the Beatles Eleanor Rigby right now instead of reading this, but do come back, as I’ll get lonely if you all abandon me for the Beatles. And did I tell you that John Lennon was one of our lodgers, but that’s another story.

In my time at CPNEC Birmingham my job was to say hello to anybody that came into the hotel. I gave them 30 seconds and then I gave them the big hello. That was my job, maybe 100,000 people got the big hello, I was actually much praised, “the best thing about the hotel is you” was one of the many positive comments. We were the friendly hotel, me, Roger and Jim were the welcoming committee and the rest was History. And when Iwasn’t doing that I was doing 10 other roles, Roger counted them once.

Over at another hotel our boss stood there for 20 mins before anybody approached him, that was the difference, 30 seconds v 20 mins. Hello to Jonathan Walker if ever he reads this, yes it’s me, please buy all 18 books, my girls are all grown up now, just as yours are.

Talking is good, it relaxes us, it makes us happy, a problem shared is a problem halved, Tell the Truth and Shame the Devil as my mum used to say. You can confess to somebody on a train, and then you will never see them again, Confession for non-Catholics if you like. Bottling things up does lead to illness mental and physical, so Spit it Out. And then with the burden lifted from your shoulders you start again. Every day is a new beginning.

Obviously when I get on a bus people Manspread, or stretch so that old fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England cannot sit anywhere near them. But I know how to hang from a pole, I was a pole dancer in my past, did I not mention it before, maybe I’ll write about it tomorrow. So I’ll dangle from a pole and talk to anybody, the bus driver does love me after all, because riff raff don’t get on his bus, when they see me there, they decide to walk instead. It’s Michael Casey, ok we’ll walk instead it’s only 18 stops. Stuck on a bus with Casey, I’d rather watch Trump on tv.

On a serious note, your old mum, your dad, a friend does welcome a phone call, or an email with a silly photo in. So please ring your old mum or an old friend, make contact. In daily life say hello to folks in the street, break the ice. People will actually say, I’m glad you spoke to me. Why are there magazine stands at train stations, so you can avoid talking to people. I say do the opposite, talk to somebody, break the ice. You may make a friend for life, or find a husband, a wife, a lover, any which way. Talking makes us better than stones, than rocks, you can save a life just by a few kinds words. Even if all you say is that Michael Casey is such a waste of space, I really hate his words. Though he is really dishy better than George Clooney any day.

Wednesday, 12 June 2019

Damp

Damp ©

By Michael Casey

Well its damp today here in Birmingham, we are drying out after all the rain. Though in other parts it was more like a flood, Noah was seen in the distance and I’m sure I saw 2 birds flying overhead in search of land. Unfortunately Totoro thought this was his Just Eat dinner being self delivered. So Noah is still in the ark waiting for the flood to subside.

The weather really does have an effect on our mood. That’s why yesterday I posted the piece about “the rain falling down” and yes I really did used to have a Korean priest. He was deaf and an IT wiz, he was from Korea after all. A deaf priest is a good thing, especially in the confessional, though if the priest shouts “you did what?” because he cannot hear you, then the whole church can.

But back to damp, when we are damp it slows us down and deflates our mood. Damp is like a weigh about our neck, it makes everything heavy and serious. You cannot be happy if your clothes are clammy or damp, if the sky is grey and there is no blue in the sky. Everything seems grey, just like your underpants because dad did not separate out the colours. Life itself is grey and damp.

You go down the hill to the shops, and even the flowers look dull, it’s as if you are wearing your shades, though I do most of the time. But when it’s damp it’s as if there is a grey filter in the entire air, life is heavy, everything is joyless. Even a pretty girl is not as pretty, it’s as if a boring filter has been placed around her, not enough light in the atmosphere, can God put a shilling in the meter and switch the light on, dispel the dark and damp and dank.

God hears your voice while you are in the shop, as you leave a rumble of thunder, so you try and walk faster up the steep hill. God’s thunder is at your heels like a wolf at the door. The sky is lit up by lightning, is that bright enough for you, God is asking, asking ME to put a shilling in the meter. Lightning rains down around you, that must be a trillion pounds worth shoved in the meter. You jump and are startled, please don’t do that with my heart, you could kill me. God throws another thunder bolt at you, and the heavens open. You are sure you can see Noah body surfing on the lightning and splashing about in the rain.

You get to your house, your heart pounding, your shopping bag full of water as well as oranges. You drop your keys, and as you bend down to pick them up Totoro the cat strikes, your behind is too big a target. You scream, God’s going to kill you.
You are relieved, it’s just the cat, and as you open the front door the sky is clear, the thunder and lightning has washed away all the damp and damp dull colours. Everything is technicolour.

You need shades, everything is big and bold and bright. Your mood lifts, why can’t every day be like this. Then you remember that poem you hated at school, the Wordsworth one, Into every life some darkness must fall.

translations

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Tuesday, 11 June 2019

And the rain lashes down again

By Michael Casey

I HEAR THE RAIN battering down on the bus shelter as I look again at my watch, cursing myself for not doing to the earlier Mass, now I have to catch a bus to elsewhere to catch the late Mass with the Korea priest. I hear the rain lashing down on the bus shelter and I curse myself again.

I will be steaming as I hear the Mass read. Rain lashes down on the bus shelter again. If only I had learnt to drive, as the rain lashes down again. If only I had got out of bed, as the rain lashes down again. A car drives past the bus shelter and splashes me, oh if only I had got out of bed, as the rain lashes down again.

If only I was a successful writer, I'd be in Fort Lauderdale, as the rain lashes down again, as steam rises from me as I finally get to Mass, Mass with a Korean accent. And why are the benches so hard on my fat ass, as the steam rises from me, as the rain lashes down again, on the plastic roof of the church.

I say my prayers and ask for hope, for hope for my future, as the rain lashes down again. The final prayers and blessing is given as the rain lashes down again, but then up pops the parish priest with a final message or two, I look up as the rain lashes down again. I hope I don't miss my bus.

The rain lashes down again, as I tramp to the bus stop, as the rain lashes down again, I get splashed by speeding car, as I stand at the stop. I get on the bus and the rain stops, a rainbow appears. I promise I'll get up next Sunday, so I don't have to go to the far church.

The sun shines through the bus windows, the bus stops I get off, the sun goes in and the rain lashes down again. God has been washing away my sins again, as the rain lashes down again.