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And So to Bed

 michaelgcasey  Uncategorized  09/08/2019 3 Minutes

And So to Bed

I was watching a documentary about SO the Peter Gabriel album, to be honest I’d have liked more music in it and less talk. It was still very good.

I would never have the patience to make so many takes of a song, it would bore me and kill the love for the song. 100+ takes of one piece, with a chart on the wall. It sounds more like a jigsaw than a piece of music. Obviously it’s different in Performance.

I used to see bands at The Bell and Pump AND The Waterworks Jazz Club, which was the same place with different names for different days. So I’ve heard 100s of bands I suppose over the years. Or is it 50 bands repeatedly?Mick Bisiker and the sound man even got an entry in The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker. Though some folks have now died, some due to too much alcohol.

So I really do enjoy Music. As for my writing the practice I get is with each new piece of writing, usually in one hour and a new piece is there on the page, ready to eat. I don’t rewrite, and I don’t plan either. It comes, it goes and it’s on the plate, the page.

So for me when I see the reading figures it does make my heart happy. Russia seems to have finally discovered my WordPress and not just my Blogger. It’s nice to see Arabic readers read my WordPress too, lots of Arabs in USA are reading 300 and Not OUT plus The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker. So I hope the Quality of the Translations is good enough. I also hope you ALL EVERYWHERE mention the Translation Button on my WordPress so you can read loads of stuff. Don’t just read The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker but also read loads of short pieces, 2000+ of them if you go to Blogger, and over 1700 on WordPress.

The silly photos are to prove it was me who wrote everything, I  DETEST the posed photos that mainline Publishers use. I’m writing humour hence the silly photos.

Oman was reading today, maybe the Sultan will buy the  Arabic rights to all my words, which is 1,500,000 Words. For £10,000,000 , a house and I have one in mind on Righmove in B17 up the road, a car and a puppy dog the Sultan can use all my words. Use them to help teach English to the entire Arab world. And of course pay me a  royalty.

The rest of the Arab world too has been reading my words, even Arabs in Israel. And yes the Hebrew is been read in Israel and USA too.

But for the chances of that happening, of getting paid for my words. It’s more likely a beautiful Kpop girl singer from Korea comes to Birmingham and sweeps me off my feet, and I am 18 stones. Then we marry and have 5 sons and form a Kpop boy band and martial arts club.

So I’ll just thank my Russian readers for passing by too, there are Translations attached that you can all download, in many languages.  I had naively hoped you’d all buy the English on Amazon, but it’s more likely I’ll die first. And that’s why I’ve dumped 2000+ of my stories online on my sites. I do want somebody to read me, otherwise I’ve been wasting the last 30+ years of my life.

Now a few weeks ago I discovered that the room where I sleep is also where a previous owner died of the cold in her sleep. The spooky thing is that sometimes it feels as if somebody is sitting on the edge of my bed. Now I don’t know is it just the way I roll in bed, or has my great weight broken the mattress  in under a year.  Or am I sharing my bed with a ghost, and not a Kpop singer?

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South Korea passed by today so hello to them

The Korean Collection  to celebrate North/South dialogue

A Korean Christmas Carol ©
By
 Michael Casey

Vincent was a little child in Seoul, he had been learning English at school, so the teacher decided to read a Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens to the class as Christmas was approaching. The teacher Mr Michael confessed that he had listened to it on the radio after Midnight Mass at Saint Patricks after he’d thrown snowballs at Danny Moylan. And there was another Vincent there who defended himself with his umbrella. Vincent  laughed at the mention of his name.
So Vincent  fell asleep with the Tale fresh in his head. But Vincent was worried because they had a noisy neighbour called Kim who was always letting off fireworks, one had even smashed their bedroom window. As Vincent drifted off to sleep the world news with Douglas Stewart reporting was on the BBC world service, A Christmas Carol was going to be next but Vincent fell asleep as it began.
The Ghost of Christmas past came first, this was a beautiful Korean girl smiling and singing Kpop songs. Vincent smiled in his sleep. Korea was one big happy family then. Just singing and nice dancing, no marching, just laughter, real laughter and nobody carrying notebooks in their hand.
Vincent was so happy he even chuckled in his sleep. Mr Michael his teacher was right Charles Dickens was the BEST. Well in the English language anyway. Then clouds appeared and walls and noise and stamping and unfriendly fireworks appeared. Half the land sung Kpop the other half, just marched like robots with a smile that was fixed with fear hidden in their eyes. Half had technology  and lights, the other half had no roads, no street lights just dim dim dark life.
One half had food galore and had the Korean Dream and Samsung really was king, the other just seemed sad but pretended to be happy by shouting a lot. They marched a lot too,  to stay warm as their homes were so cold. Only the army mattered, not the people not the poor, not the sick, not the uneducated, not the least of Korea’s brethren. Only the army mattered.
One half got poorer and poorer and sick and turning into skeletons and ghosts. But all the time they cheered for the Emperor in his new clothes. While the people in that half became more and more naked, building a giant Golden Ox which was the name of the nuclear missile, though some thought it was a great hotel. But really inside it was a hanger for the greatest nuclear weapon ever. And still the people in that side clapped and carried notebooks to record the Emperor’s every word. As their clothes fell off their backs and they were more and more naked.  Some even dying as they marched for their Emperor.
Vincent started to cry in his sleep, why couldn’t the Emperor just vanish like in fairy tales. The Ghost of Christmas present was a newsreader shouting and shouting, threatening and threatening. There was no hope and love in her voice, just anger. Wasn’t Christmas supposed to be about Love and Hope and a Future. Vincent screamed and sat bolt upright in his bed he was so scared, his parents came running and comforted him. Then with his head resting on his mother’s breast he fell asleep. His mother switched off the radio, why was he listening to BBC World service, he should listen to more Kpop it was Christmas after all.
Vincent slept on the Ghost of Christmas Future appeared, it was a scruffy monk with mittens, the monk showed Korea, all Korea in ruins, mushroom clouds drifting in the sky. Seoul was in ruins, millions were dead, the North was a wasteland. The Emperor was trapped in his bunker far beneath the Subway, 100s of metres underground. But even the Emperor knew his half  was destroyed  just as much as the  other half. The food would run out and the air would run out, maybe he’d last  3 months, but then he would be entombed, just like an Egyptian King. Nobody would bother to dig him out, but at least HE had felt no pain as the entire country was vaporised.
There was a knocking at his office door, a scruffy monk in mittens  appeared, the Emperor raised his gun to shoot the monk. The monk laughed, I’m dead already, 1968 was the year I went to Heaven. As for you only Hell awaits, I’ve come to show you a vision of Hell. Vincent screamed in his sleep but his mother did not come to comfort him. Vincent watched frozen as the scruffy monk in mittens placed his hand on the Emperor’s head. The Emperor screamed and convulsed in pain, he peed his pants and poohed simultaneously, then he vomited.
The scruffy monk, then said, that is  but a vision, this is what it really feels like, much much worse than being vaporised in a nuclear war. So the monk continued to hold his hand on the emperor’s head, in one second the Emperor felt an eternity of pain. Hell is the absence of God’s Love. The Emperor fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness, if only he could turn back the clock, if only, if only.   
Vincent woke up  sweating, he could not speak.  He grabbed his Rosary, Mr Michael had explained that the Rosary was Mary’s Nuclear weapons. And with the Rosary you could defeat the Devil himself. So Vincent said his Rosary and went to sleep happy and safe. The funny thing was that his radio was still on. The end of A Christmas Carol was being told.  Scrooge repents and leads a good life and knows how to Celebrate the Joy of Christmas.
As Vincent fell asleep a News Flash North Korean was ended all its Nuclear ambitions and Putin himself would visit on  Christmas Day to sign a deal to ship all nuclear material over the border to Russia. And how did this come about ?  The Christmas Disco in Heaven was KPop that year and the 100,000 Korean Martyrs had asked the scruffy monk to Save Korea not just for Christmas but for always.
So he really had slipped out to pay the Emperor a visit. He also visited Putin too telling him to grab his place in History before his heart attack. When Putin heard this he decided to do as the scruffy monk suggested. Though the monk did put his hand on Putin’s chest, telling him he could live till he was 100 if he retired, being President is really stressful.  The scruffy monk also paid a visit to the White House, all he said to Trump was Be Humble when Putin rings you, and then you retire immediately as after saving the world everything else is a waste of your time.
Vincent woke up and it was snowing in Seoul, church bells were ringing, Korea would be One again, as for the scruffy monk in mittens, he got back in time to hear George Michael singing the Ave Maria, Merry Christmas Korea, all and one Korea.

from 2017

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당신은 사랑에있을 때 결코 혼자가 아닙니다 ©
으로
마이클 케이시
사랑은 함께하고, 사랑은 미소,보기, 터치
또는 한숨 쉬다, 왜 당신이 서로를 선택했는지 정말로 알지 못한다.
그럼에도 불구하고 당신이 죽을 때까지 함께
사랑은 당신의 몸을 따뜻하게하는 볼에 부드럽고 온화한 키스입니다.
마음을 쓰게되어 기쁘게 생각합니다.
키스는 더 많은 것을 이끌 수 있지만 나는 열정을 안전하게 잠그고 떠날거야.
침실 문 뒤에서
열정은 사순절을 위해서조차도 포기하지 않을 것입니다.
너는 따뜻한 포옹에 거짓말을하고, 잊어 버린 것을 기억할 것이다.
은혜.
속삭임과 약속이 만들어지고, 미래를위한 계획과
그녀는이 방법으로 그녀의 머리카락을 넣어, 당신은 그것이 그녀에게 어울릴 것이라고 생각하니?
그 다음 킥킥 웃음과 그 이상의 포옹, 밤이 끝날 때까지
갈빗대에서 발굴하면 그를 움직일 수 있습니다.
그럼 당신의 하나가 완성, 당신은 그의 차가운 발로 참아!
그러나 당신이 떨어져있을 때 당신의 마음은 여전히 ​​하나입니다.
생각 반은 결석 한 당신은 여전히 ​​하나입니다.
침대 밑에있는 양말과 네가 한 말대로.
그의 “장난감”은 흩어져 있었고,
그가 돌아 오는 몸의 보온과 따뜻함.
그가 당신을 흥분시킨 후에 당신을 차게하는 그의 차가운 발은 아직 결석하고있습니다.
생각은 당신을 미소 짓게합니다, 적어도 당신은 잠시 동안 편안함을 느낍니다.
그의 미소와 leers, 적어도 당신은 미소 지을거야
잠시 동안 평화.
그러나 그의 마음은 여전히 ​​당신과 함께합니다. 사랑은 항상 거기에 있습니다.
너의 공정한 머리카락처럼 밝은.
눈을 감고 그는 여전히 거기에있다.
그는 당신의 얼굴을 가로 질러 손가락을 연주했습니다.
꿈을 꾸고 귀에 속삭이는 것을 기억하고 따뜻하게 해주세요.
그가 과감하기 전에 어깨에 키스. 사랑의 온기
당신의 피로 솟아 오릅니다.
꿈을 길게, 깊은 꿈을, 당신의 남자는 수면 중에 수고를합니다.
너는 별거 다. 너는 아직도 날씨가 무엇이든간에 너와 함께있어. 너를 위해서.
그가 당신의 마음에 갇혀 있기 때문에 결코 분리되어 있지 않습니다.
때로는 그가 시도 할 수도 있지만, 절대로
당신의 사랑을 위해 우는 것은 언ying은 것입니다.
그가 항상 떨어져 있어도 마음을 채운다는 것을 항상 기억하십시오.
종료
 from1998 maybe?


feel free to tell all your friends in Korea and Japan and China and anyplace else.
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my books are only 3USD or less on Amazon so buy all 13 of them plus  4 Translations.
And yes I’d love a spot on the radio, reading my stuff between records, any form of music you like,
Or you could get a KPop star to read my stuff out in Korean.
Perhaps I could become a cult, just like Gangham Style but far far fatter and older with silver hair, I have my own shades, I love Ray Bans by the way.


K POP saves the World ©
By
Michael Casey

As I flagged yesterday I’ll write something about Pop Stars today, I’ve even changed my usual Font. I did think of one thing and then another, then I had a splat idea. Its the Jackson Pollock school of writing after all, as we lie in our beds the Angel of Death approaches, and the Dove of Peace is just a tiny tiny mustard seed in comparison. I am talking of the looming nuclear war in North Korea.
Read these two links before I resume, with a fresh coffee in my hand.
 http://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/world/north-korea-threatens-to-sink-japan-reduce-us-to-ashes-and-darkness/ar-AArUtCD?li=BBoPWjQ&ocid=mailsignout 
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzJvBgsFjvQ&list=RDEzJvBgsFjvQ&t=4 
The 1^st is a worrying news item,  the 2^nd is K Pop.
I’m listening to REM as they sing “Everybody Hurts” I’ve chosen their Automatic for the People album as the backdrop while I talk to you all. Sorry Justin and your Beavers I’m not going to mock you, you do a good enough job on your own. And Snoop you walk your own dog, Eminem go back to school, but Justin dear Justin, I taught you everything you know, now its time to use your 20/20 Vision.
Instead I want to talk about Music, if it be the food of love play on. I wish I could lip sinc the entire film Moulin Rouge as I love it so much. My favorite scene is where the black guy punches the count and save Nicole Kidman. But I digress as ever, but I have such great legs so I should be in a dress. So today’s idea is K Pop for Peace.
23 million people in North Korea are being led by somebody who could be a fat rapper, who has spent everybody’s 50cents on Nuclear Bling, who could poison his own country’s water supply when the mountain where the testing is done collapses around him. In the South everybody has everything, they even have FOOD. So what are we to do to avoid the 1^st Strike from USA, or a very close 2^nd strike if the Panzi, which is a Chinese word for Fat or Pig, tries to get in first. The Logic Of Madness, this is actually a simple concept if you put yourself in the shoes of the madman. This is where the madman kills  everything he loves, such as his own family, and then everybody just cannot understand why. Sadly we see such cases in the newspaper from time to time.
The Dear Leader loves nobody, he is corrupt and just loves his own position. So why will he listen to say a fat guy with silver hair in shades from Birmingham? He has not looked in the mirror and changed, he has not had a road to Damascus experience, he has no Soul. He hacked our NHS, it was only saved by a young guy who is now in Jail in USA for something, its due in court soon. A comedy about North Korea, not very funny in the artistic sense resulted in Sony being hacked. People forget Koreans are very clever, even if just in the Military sense in the North.
So what are we to do?
Pack up all your troubles in your all kit bag and sing, yes sing. All you Rappers and hard men out there, why not sing for Peace. I dare you to have a Dream, like King and yes like Abba. Pop stars always say in answer to what is their one dream, world peace, that was until one DJ punched the pop star, be realistic the interviewer shouted.
So Snoop follow your dog’s lead, 50 Cents lend us a penny, no not for a pee, just show us your sparkle, and all the rest of you out there in Hard Man Wrapper Land. Your time has come. Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. And the answer is sing Take me Home Country Roads and all the John Denver hits. Yes, all you hard rappers out there, Sing Country. And may Buddy Rich rock and roll in his grave. As for all you gyrating girl singers there is room for you too, as I sit here talking to you Love Hurts plays again, so you Ladies can sing that and shake as only you can shake, while I finish my Lemonade.
Then here’s the clever bit track back from Sony to North Korea and let them hear the music. Let them have a Soul, let them dance. All of North Korea’s public address system is taken over by music. First the rappers singing country, they will be the storm troopers of love. Then Let the music sing let the music take over. Surround North Korea with K POP the only language they understand. From South Korea, from Japan and from China too, not forgetting a few Russians.
Constant K pop, the music of fun and laughter and very pretty girls, not forgetting Gangham Style. Broadcast at them on every radio frequency, on every IP address, take over the North Korean nuclear program with K Pop Music, and not forgetting Abba. The Dear Leader presses a button and all he gets is every tv and computer coming to life with K Pop, and then the population have something to really cry about.
Cry with happiness because K-Pop has saved them from the starvation of the spirit. This should be a cue for a Rapper to sing something good, but are any of you good enough? I’ll have a sip of lemonade while you reach for your dictionary. But I’m sure King would know what to say. Or do we just ask the King, Elvis to say a word now. Yes maybe Mr Gangham Style himself should start singing in the Ghetto. North Korea needs to leave  the Ghetto and enter the sunshine. Sing Rappers sing, Take me Home Country Roads, in Korean.


 This was published in Korea in September 2017, before Kpop saved the world, so did I predict it?
아직도 살아있는 2015

Bargains not Worth having

Bargains not Worth having ©

By

Michael Casey

We all like a bargain, and you may even like to haggle, but reality and dreams and outright lies do tend to clash. You’ll love this it’s great, and you’ll lose weight. So you go around to your mate’s to look at his bike, he opens the door and points. Then your face drops, you were expecting a 10 speed mountain bike, and only for a hundred quid. In reality it’s an exercise bike, all you can say is, “where are the wheels”. And yes this really did happen. And by the way for exercise to change your weight you have to exercise as much as an Olympian. It’s food intake that makes the difference, though swimming and sex do help vastly.

Ads online can be very unreliable, just as house sale information is never to be relied upon.  Large should mean you can lie down on the floor in both directions. So if you cannot lie down and roll over then a room is NOT large, you should be able to swing a cat in the space, if you cannot, then it is SMALL. Yes, we did bring our cat with us to swing when we were house hunting, this raised a few eyebrows, but just holding Totoro and stroking her tail, was enough to get folks to confess. It’s SMALL, IT’S SMALL, just don’t swing your cat. Totoro just smiled, and leapt straight at the home owner and up the stairs. Totoro was with us for one reason only, to find and catch any rats, and I don’t just mean the vendors. Armed with a fully loaded Ninja cat we chose our new home.

If there were no rats Totoro just lay on her back like a centre fold, exposing her six nipples. And that is how we chose our new home. Once you move in you have to test for yourself the size of the rooms, as you and your girl roll over on the floor in each of the freshly carpeted rooms. It has to be done, and any carpet fitter worth his gripper will, tell you that rolling in the deep and any other Adele song helps flatten the carpet.

You’ll buy lots of new stuff for your new home, or be gifted stuff. Don’t accept any rubbish, it’s better to have just one sofa and one double bed to start  with, and then expand as you go along. Friends are just getting rid of their rubbish, so they can buy new stuff for themselves, just say no. It’s a bargain, a real leather sofa. Yes, it’s real and leather and has two shades due to where it was half positioned in the sun for 10 years. Not to mention the dubious stains, where their dogs used to pee against it. And the big change of shade, where your mate’s girl’s waters broke and their baby was born. Yes a Chesterfield is a great sofa, nearly 3000 new. But 10 years old with all the History and Mystery and smells attached. Just say no.

If you buy your food in bulk you can fashion  a sofa from tins of beans in boxes, then throw a cushion on top. Yes it’s not as nice as a Chesterfield. You eat your way through the boxes of beans, so you relent. Through you do spray the Chesterfield with two bottles of room freshener which makes you high. So you cling film wrap the sofa then throw 2 throws  over it. It’s nice now, so nice now that you invite that girl from up the road over. She brings a couple of bottles of wine over. And you end up Christening the Chesterfield, History is repeating itself, but both of you enjoy the repeating, and repeating and repeating. So much so that in due course, she moves in and the Chesterfield, needs never cleaner throws all over it.

Finally her waters break, but at least the Chesterfield is covered in cling film, and so History repeats itself. Now you have twins to feed, so you accept anything. Any bargains, and gift horses that come along. A pram that was in the Ark, though nowadays it’s so retro that it’s back in fashion, so you paint the metal in none lead paint and  have it ready for the baby. You need a cot but your brother has a really nice and expensive one. Only he lives miles and  miles away, and you don’t have a car. But you have a friend, from Chinese Church, Steve from Steve’s Takeaway, so he drives you to your brother’s and  rams everything into Steve’s car.

You unload the car and thank Steve maybe you should have given him a new baseball cap. Then you have to put the cot together, your girl is 8 months pregnant so only you and her mother can do it. She is from Shanghai and speaks no English, finally after 90 minutes the cot is ready. And yes this really did happen, we used the cot for both our daughters, after both their cousins used it. Then we passed it on to Chinese friends, who realised even with baby 5 now using it, it really was a quality cot, and a real bargain.

So life is strange and you get passed some things which can be good or bad, or even ugly. Like your sister’s old boyfriend, but to you he is perfect, you like his fat belly which reminds you of Winnie the Pooh,  or his soft silver  hair, and you just adore the sound of his voice, and you never bore of his tales. If such a woman really exists please get in touch with this writer. For maybe I am a Bargain Worth Having!

   

You don’t Know

 michaelgcasey  Uncategorized  07/08/2019 1 Minute

You don’t Know ©

By

Michael Casey

You don’t know the History

You don’t know the Pain

You don’t know the Why

You don’t care, you were not There

You don’t even Wonder

You cannot even See

You are Ignorant

You don’t even bother to switch on your Mind

You don’t even think about being Kind

You just Judge from your Ivory Tower of Ignorance

You play with your toys without having a Thought

You do loads of things that are really Nought

You haven’t the energy to Engage

You are a Sage of Stupidity

You never will Think

Only when there is a Stink

So come on and be Aware

Look with your own Eyes

Look with your own Heart

Shout with your own Voice

Work with your own Hands

Love with all your Bleeding Heart

Love because it is Right

Without Love YOU are Nothing

You are just a Vegetable Waiting to be Sliced for the Table

Make your Life

Make your Life be full of Ingredients

Don’t be just one ingredient in somebody’s Pot.

Fill your Life, fill the Soup of your Life

You are millions of experiences to be Enjoyed

You just need to get off the fence and Join In

Switch off all your toys and Love Life

Live Life Face to Face

Embrace Life and Living

Have as many experiences as Possible

Add to the Soup that is your Life

But  to begin, switch off all your Toys

Speak face to Face

Switch off Facebook

And Start Living Life

Real Life is real people you can Touch

Not Clicks

Clicking is not Living

You are better than That

Go and have a Conversation

This can lead to Love

You don’t Know Until you Try

Happy Valentines 2018

still lazy 7 aug 2019

still lazy 7 aug 2019

up early for a blood test, including fasting beforehand

So I rushed home for food and drink

I will write something new for you all

but remember there are 2000 + stories on this site

so look back not in anger but with a smile on your face

I met John the Magician again

his new trick was changing a baby into an alsatian dog

or rather he was with his dog and not his baby

I wish I could magic  my toothache away

But I have a dental appointment booked

my daughter said I'm now old enough for FREE dentistry

I'm listening to Fleewood Mac 1997 show

This guy called Ken, a Yank I know says that the mother of somebody from

Fleetwood Mac lives up the road the other side of the woods

So that is my claim to fame

Though I once did make Eric Clapton laugh

I was helping my small daughter with her Summer Revision

Remember to look around the 360 degrees appraisal

And put yourselves in other's shoes, the Augustinian way

That was my advice to her

I gave such advice to a big company recently...

We have a big storm  coming in UK, luckily we are on a hill, so we won't

drown

Wherever you are, don't believe the words, just the actions.

If you are Christian, you'll know about the man who had 2 sons, one said yes but actually did nothing in the fields. The other son said NO, but thought better of it, but actually did DO THE WORK.
So which was the better SON?
No doubt other Faiths and None can think of their own examples

Today in this world, we have a great talker, or BS talker, but does he actually do the job?
Is he crashing the stock market.
Is he ruining the reputation in the eyes of the world
Is he like a Bull in a China shop

What is so sad that the corruption of Power means his own people kiss his feet

Weapons of War have no place in any society

Yet, again nothing will be done.

Just some thoughts for you all, as Fleetwood Mac fade out

this is the younger me that made Eric Clapton laugh


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Well Fancy That

 michaelgcasey  Uncategorized  06/08/2019 1 Minute

Well Fancy That

I was talking to somebody today, and I said I used to work on DEC PDP 1170s

So if you google DEC PDP 1170 you get this image

I was still a teenager when I started on these computers

However is you use a plural in your search DEC PDP 1170s

then you get this image 1st.

Lots of images of me, as DEC PDP 1170s   search term.

That’s me at the old house, 98% of the photos are from the old house

So is DEC PDP 1170 so ingrained into me it shows all the images of me.

If you search DEC PDP 1170s

Have you discovered any strange but true Google search facts about yourself?

Are you or your namesake wanted by the FBI or the GRU or the Bobbies on the beat?

Type in your name and click on images and see what you can see.

Type in Putin loves to read Michael Casey and see what you get

I got this

Now type in Donald Trump  loves to read Michael Casey

you’ll probably get nothing as people say Trump does not read, he just basks in Fox news

So that’s today’s thoughts, I may write something later

you could all buy a book or all 18…

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I've updated this today 29th July 2019 I'm Michael Casey from Birmingham England, the fat silver haired writer in shades. Beware of Others with the EXACT SAME NAME, they are not me, and would not want to be me ... I've done loads of writing, 1,500,000 Words worth over 30 years now But before I started I LISTENED to BBC Radio 4 for 20 years, from the age of 10 or younger Frank Brown our lodger, went back to County Tyrone and he gifted us his Bush Radio He'd be nearly 100 now if he is still alive, so say a prayer for him I almost immediately had a hit, a play called Shoplife was accepted but not finally produced by a Theatre The Kenneth More Theatre, so thank them for sparing you all. This was back in 1989 I also had other high praise, so I ignore all the nasty negative people who use too much alliteration I also ignore those who just cannot write, making money does not mean you can tell a story Pick your own famous writer, who you avoid Today's world has much print, but a page will not refuse ink, as my dad used to say I tend to write Comedy as I'd rather make you laugh than cry I must have written over 2000 short pieces of writing My first book ,a full length comedy/drama is The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker You can read translations of it here on this site Up to 7 different translations have been read on the same day This proves to me that the humour does travel I have readers in over 60 countries now Or its just a hit man on the run, or bored Navy Seals It may also mean that only non English Speakers like my stuff I did get 21,000 readers in 3 weeks for the Polish version of In Search of an Indian Princess which is basically the final 3 chapters of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker I also had a low budget film producer take a look at it Book Publishers have said I've made the commissioning editor laugh So close but no cigar is the story of my life As for my life, I was a computer operator for a market research company into alcohol sales I also was a concierge and an Esol English teacher in an Islamic school I can always make somebody talk or laugh, I am an 18 stone George Clooney look alike Laugh or Die so to speak I believe my short stories could be used to teach English, just package them up correctly or App them What else, I was brawn and brains, I used to be as strong as an Ox, now I just smell like one We have a cat called Totoro, my daughters wanted a pet I said they could have a dog if I died , or a cat if I had a heart attack. A few weeks after that in Jan 2015 I had an Unplanned Quadruple Heart Bypass , it was supposed to be a triple but it ended up a Quadruple, 33% extra free so to speak. I also have arthritis and other hindrances that hobble my body and give me pain galore. But my mind is free, though having read my stories you may wish I didn't bother But I'll ignore you, and carry on regardless. That's the end of the tidy version of my life, if you want more come and buy me a Stella Artois and all will be revealed. Though 12 pints a year is my ration. To finish here's the list of my 18 books, so far:- 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 18. 18 New Views My 19th book will be The 19th Hole and Donald Trump will review it when I finish at Christmas. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC to buy ebooks ok, that's your lot, this reads serious, but generally I refuse to be serious, though I do heckle the news for 50 years now TTFN Michael Casey View all posts by michaelgcasey

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heaDS up for tomorrow 6th aug

heaDS up for tomorrow 6th aug

I may write something new but then again I may not

It's the Summer hols  so my girls are home all day

my big daughter just came home from the cinema

and the 1st thing she said was how did John the Street magician do his trick

I still would really like to have a cure for Tinnitus, nights are long and  tiring

Then I get up 2 hours later than I used to

At least Sherlock was good on tv, the USA version

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I've put loads of Translations here, so tell all your friends

There is no escaping me, though I'd like to get recognition and reward before

 I die whenever that is. Though I'm not holding my breath.