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A major shop here in Birmingham is not going to reopen after COVID19
everybody buys online
here in UK 3 times as many ONLINE buys compared to EU
so shopworkers will go
Read my Play Shoplife, back in 1989 in could have changed my life
It is still very funny and true to life
hello to Dave Eaton, superDave from long ago, he knew a shop or two
i would say more, but the pain monster has returned
from spine to shoulder to head and Tinnitus too
I was due tgo have my back sorted but the heart op came first
and you all think I'm just this vacuuous bore from Birmingham
maybe I am, to you, but you just don't have a clue
I'll be back with comedy later
here's an old random post
And What
Did You Do in Life?
By
Michael
Casey
I’ve just
been looking at the newspapers on the Internet this Sunday morning, and it
makes for some very sober reading. Apart from Pippa’s wedding, they all had a
great time, so good luck to them all. However parallels from History scream
out. Harry is dating a divorcee while North Korea is playing with its toys, and
Russia is quietly and not so quietly stirring the pot and punching above its
weight. Trump has signeda
110,000,000,000 dollar arms deal. A casual remembrance of History will remind
you of WWI and WWII.
People
are starving and we, as in us Humans are playing with toys that could destroy
or pollute the world. So it reminds me of a piece I wrote recently called
Redemption, where aliens minding their own business decide to intervene to save
us. The line from that story is, and how did you know Jesus, dad. I helped him
carry his cross to Calvary the alien replied to his son. I also wrote a piece
in July 2009 called Nobel and Me. Nobel as you know read his own obituary, and
then changed, Nobel by the way invented dynamite.
Back in
2009 I was leaving Pinsent Masons, and indirectly it gave me time for writing,
though all I wanted at the time was a new job. Arthritis and Unplanned
Quadruple Heart bypass, as well as CkD, kidney problems were not even thought
of.
So with
this in mind I was thinking how would the powers that be fare as they had their
Exit Interview, exit from this life into the next.
So what
did you do in Life? I was a Politician. Next. Give me a chance to speak. You
had enough time already. Give him a job cleaning the chewing gum off the
pavements. I don’t like the look of him, make that 10,000 years of chewing gum
cleaning. But that’s not fair. Are you going to argue with Me?
And what
did you do in Life? Silence. You refuse to confess? SCREAMING. I WAS THE
LEADER. On your knees, on your belly like a worm. Now whisper to me, just
exactly what did you do in Life. I was a leader. No, you were a Butcher, while
the people lacked a Baker, and you led them to the Undertaker. I was a leader
hissed the Snake. This one is for you Saint Patrick, get him out of my sight. A
zillion years at least crawling like a worm in the dirt.
And what
did you do in Life? I did nothing, I was afraid to do anything, I hoped it
would all go away if I did nothing. I was the head of the UN. Reincarnation for
you. But I thought this was the Final Judgement? God loved that film Groundhog
Day, so UN, you get a zillion chances to see if you can finally get it right. And
a zillion more chances until you do.
And what
did you do in Life? I was a thief, a liar and a fraud, I stole and I cheated on
my wife and my girlfriend simultaneously. I had a heart attack while cheating
with my lover. Are you Casanova? No I just wished I was. Why should you be
allowed in? I should not. I deserve nothing but pain, and Hell’s fire. Casanova
was hugged and embraced like a long lost brother, like the Prodigal Son
himself. There is more rejoicing in Heaven for a repentant sinner than for many
many good men after all.
And what
of you? I destroyed the world in fire storm of Nuclear War. I had to, my
country was under attack, so I had to. My beautiful Earth, my Eden floating in
space destroyedby you. What is your
name? What is your name? We are many, we are ignorance, we are war, we are
Leaders without a soul. We are arrogant, we do not care, we kiss babies that
are our bastards, we are Leaders of a planet dying and burning in the wreckage
of Nuclear war.
God has
they last Word , just as he had the first. This is a dream, a warning to you
all. Love God Love him a Lot, and never hide behind the fences of faith and
ignorance. This really is your last chance. Time has been rewound so you get a
chance to save my Eden, I created Time so I can rewind it, use it well, don’t
Love Money so much that Evil is allowed to flourish, burn down bridges that
promote Money not Love.
Michael
Casey what are you doing hiding there? I was afraid, I did not know what to say
in answer to your question. And what did you do in Life? And what did you do
Michael? I broke my parents heart while they were alive. And now its too late.
Look can you see though the clouds. Hold my hand Michael, can you see your
mother pouring the tea for everybody. And your dad too.
They were
so proud and still are, my son is a storyteller just as I told him stories when
I was alive, can you hear your dad boasting to everybody.
I can
hear my dad, but I’m so weak now, all buggered up as my dad might say, with
arthritis pain and surgery pain and so on. Yes, but from this well of weakness
stories surge and pour out onto the page. Yes, but nobody knows me. Do you want
fame? No, just a nice house and something to leave for my daughters. I could do
with less pain though, but I’ll accept the pain for a long life.
Are you
haggling with God, the Almighty? No but my friend Padre Pio said always ask for
the Big Grace. And its because of him I have a family in the first place, its
in Padre Pio and Me. I am the Almighty I KNOW EVERYTHING ALREADY. Sorry, I just
feel so helpless sometimes. But you keep your sense of humour.
Well yes,
eventually I might make some money for my daughters’ future. I am nothing, my
Future is dust.
That’s
what they said about Jesus as he hung on the cross…
If you have been following me on my site you’ll know that the pain monster attacked at 4am this morning, I had a cuppa and as I’d managed to waken my daughter I told her about this story. It will actually form a chapter in Tears for a Butcher the comic sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker, assuming I get around to doing it. I have a vain hope that I could borrow a legal secretary, then in 12 weeks the sequel would be done. I’ll just sit and dictate it.
Now why Ballet? Well as you should also know my wife’s first friend in Birmingham was a ballerina from the Birmingham Royal Ballet. I was vetted in a straight bar in the Gay Quarter of Birmingham, by the ballerina herself. The bar is called The Queens Tavern, you can have a beer there next time you are in Birmingham at the ballet, it’s just up the side of the Hippodrome Theatre past the Subway sandwich place.
Now if you put your 4 pints of Stella down on the coffee table Boris, and those three Subway sandwiches, eating alone again, then I’ll begin. Remember as ever these are all my copyrighted ideas.
Catherine and Damien were ecstatic they had scored top marks in the Law exam, in fact along with their friends, Peter and Paul all four had scored top marks. All because one of the partners suggested they go to visit Marcus in the old people’s home, the one owned by The Old Forge and Singing Anvil Coop, but that’s another story which I’ll tell you later. But you may need another 10 pints of Stella Artois and 6 more Subway sandwiches Boris, but Annie can clear the table away for you, or Bettie her twin sister.
Now where was I, yes Catherine and Damien and the other two had visited Marcus in the home, after his stroke he needed a little help but otherwise he still had it. So with Marcus’s help the four of them scored the highest ever scores in the Birmingham Law exams. Now it is a tradition that the Law firm that gets the best results gets a bottle of whisky from the other firms. As you may know if you wander around Saint Phillips cathedral area, we have a lot of lawyers in Birmingham. Obviously I worked at the best firm, Pinsent Masons, but I digress.
So back to the tale, grace a Marcus as the French might say, the foyer of Catherine’s company was littered with whisky. Not bottles but cases of the stuff. As her company the gained the top 4 spots, the other firms thought it was only fair to send not a bottle but a case of whisky. I am probably underestimating the figure, but 30 firms sending 30 cases of whisky, equals 360 bottles of whisky.
The senior partner arrived and raised half an eyebrow. It’s the legal results Sir, explained Tony on Security. We got a case instead of a bottle seeing as we did so well. 360 bottles. Yes Sir 360 bottles, litre ones too. The senior partner smiled, well if you put 5 cases upstairs in the boardroom. And the rest Sir? Well if I remember rightly it’s your Regimental Reunion soon, would it be an imposition if I asked you to dispose of it. 300 bottles may be a little too much to ask you to dispose of? I suppose we might find a good home for it all. Thank you Tony, said the senior partner. The senior partner stopped for a second, no he hadn’t changed his mind, oh by the way, ask Maggie our cleaning lady for the hangover cure, it works wonders, so I am well informed, touching his nose as he skipped away smiling. It was a happy ship their firm, one big happy family.
So the night of the Regimental Reunion arrived, Tony had hired a room in the local bar, in the corner the prize, 25 cases of whisky. Not your rubbish stuff from Asda or any other supermarket. 40 year old malt whisky, they were lawyers after all, they had standards to maintain. In a neighboring bar Catherine and the others were celebrating too. Catherine and Damien were having a quiet fag, when 3 lads asked could they have a light, when Catherine held out her lighter one grabbed her arm, they were going to be robbed. Catherine let out a scream, one of the lads pulled a knife.
Inside the Regimental Reunion things were going well, very well in fact, half the Tonys were tipsy. Ex army tend to work as security in Law Firms, and they always but always are called Tony, its almost like a religious cult. Ex army, law firms and the name Tony. If you don’t believe me ask Tony Cruise, the action film guy, is real name is Tony by the way. Catherine’s scream was heard, and like a mother running to save her baby half the room exited. But they were too late, blood had been spilled and bodies were on the floor.
Somebody else had heard Catherine’s call, it was a ballet dancer new in town, like a new gun slinger. It was Anton Bollockoff from Russia. He had dashed and pranced and pranced and dashed, three times in fact. He had kicked them high and low, and low and high and high and low again. The assassins were on the floor bleeding. Are you ok, my dear said Anton looking into Catherine’s eyes and she looked into his. It was thunder and lightning, may I introduce myself. Damien screamed, the Tonys ran faster, as fast as 40 year old malt whisky allows you. You are THE Aton Bollockoff, the ballet dancer, screamed Damien, he was so excited. He had been rescued by THE Anton Bollockoff, nobody would believe him down the gay bar.
The Tonys arrived and bounced the three criminals against a wall or two. You are banned from Birmingham yelled a RSM, another Tony took their photos, do you hear me YOU ARE BANNED FROM BIRMINGHAM, yelled the RSM. Now get lost, he would have used stronger language, the kind RSM have qualifications in but there was a lady present. Damien explained all. Tony from Catherine’s law firm thanked Anton Bollockoff if ever you need a favour just ask, you saved one of my girls and boys, I owe you.
Anton Bollockoff knew when to leap so he leapt. If I could get into a good Italian restaurant tonight with the beautiful lady that would reward enough. Catherine swooned, delayed shock, Anton caught her in his arms. This was love at first sight, and the Tonys were there to see it, Damien was slightly disappointed, but he believed in love, he has watched Moulin Rouge 12 times already.
So Tony took their photos too, he explained henceforth they were on the Angel list, never wait, straight to Heaven at any place in Birmingham where there was security. As for the 3 bad guys, they were on the Hell list, forever barred. Photos were appearing on mobiles all over Birmingham as he spoke.
So thanking the Tonys, Damien, Catherine and Anton Bollockoff made their way across town to the new gay bar and then to the Italian restaurant. Were they afraid of meeting any nasty people along the way? No because Anton was with them. Besides every security camera along the way was following them and as they passed every bar and eatery a security guy or girl waved and spoke into their radio. It was as if the Queen was strolling by, with security watching.
Damien had everything, a bright future in the law beckoned, but he wanted love. And you cannot buy love. He waved Catherine and Anton away as he queued outside of the new happening gay bar. He had a slight tear in his eye, all he wanted was somebody to love. He’d have a great future but without somebody to share it with. He brushed a tear of envy away from his eye. At that moment Martin appeared, Martin was the head of security, he was just checking the lines. Do you want a tissue he asked as he handed Damien a tissue, then looking at his phone he said, you are on the Angel list come with me.
Once inside Damien had a cocoa with Martin, you can’t have alcohol while you are working after all. Damien offloaded his life to Martin, it turned out that as well as being a body builder, Martin’s dad was a lawyer. Only they had argued so Martin ended up having a security company instead of a law firm. They say that God works in mysterious ways, but that night they had found each other, 60 years they were together, but I’ll leave the future to God.
Meanwhile Anton Bollockoff and Catherine were walking hand in hand through the backstreets till they arrived at the best Italian Restaurant in Birmingham. All the time security cameras and doormen charting their progress. The Regimental Reunion was I full swing, Tony was happy his eyes were everywhere protecting his children.
At Don Camillo’s Anton and Catherine instinctively queued, a security giant and his small blonde pig-tailed girlfriend ushered them in. Paolo was a ballet nut and when he saw walked through the door he screamed. The best table in the house given to them, best food and wine was produced. Catherine was all loved up, here in front of her was THE Anton Bollockoff from Russia. He was wearing a very tight shirt and even tighter cream coloured trousers. She was in love in lust and in love again.
People would have asked for autographs but one look from the pig-tailed security girl stopped that. Paolo refused payment, Anton said why not come to the ballet tomorrow for a full dress rehearsal, and the nice security people. So it was settled. Anton told Paulo to step outside then he asked Catherine to lean on a lamppost.
What happened next cannot really be explained by a ballet baby such as I. But I will do my best, with Paolo standing on the steps of his restaurant Anton floated back and forth only to return to stroke Catherine’s hair, her face and shoulders. Away and return, away and return. A crowd of hundreds appeared, held back by security. This went on and on and on, like singing in the rain but without the rain, this is Birmingham not Manchester after all. Anton stroked her hair, her face, her shoulders, her behind, her breast, her thighs. Ever so gently, ever so romantically. Women and men fainted in the crowd, erotic dancing, ballet dancing while fully clothed. Catherine’s breathing increased, the crowds breathing increased. Anton Bollockoff was making love to every woman in the crowd.
Finally it was just too much, 40 mins of balletic foreplay, Anton stroked a stroke too far. Catherine wheeled and sprung, she tore his shirt off in the street, Bollockoff shirt off in the street. This would be The Sun’s headline in the morning. She jumped on him and began to devour him on the bench outside the old church that was was now a 70s disco nightclub. For God’s sake get her to the church on time.
The security saved the day as ever, the couple, it was close but not quiet, the couple were grabbed and carried up the street to the Novotel. They were flung through the doors of the Presidential suite. But then something wonderful happened as they stood naked in front of each other. Not the urge, the urge was there, very much there. They just showered together and each other but then they stopped, naked but in love. They spent the night talking, they were up all night, talking. Can it be true, can it be really true? Yes. The exact same thing was happening for Damien and his new life long love. Both couples had stopped on the verge of coupling. They wanted to be sure it was LOVE.
Then they slept.
In the morning the Sun screamed out Bollockoff Shirtoff in the Street. As the couple talked and slept their love had gone viral. Everybody but everybody in the crowd had filmed it and uploaded it. Ballet Lovers Website crashed 14 times, such was the pull of the ballet. By afternoon on the streets of Bangkok you could buy a DVD of Bollockoff and the Mystery girl. To say Bollockoff was huge was a massive understatement. But what would transpire after breakfast would dwarf.
Catherine arrived at her law firm and Tony smiled, she kissed him on the cheek. Tony on security blushed, he was like a proud dad, as all law firm security people are. Now a major new client had been visiting and as Catherine spoke fluent Italian she was ushered to the boardroom just to be on hand. Now as luck or Fate would have it, the client had been at Paolo’s restaurant the night before. This could be tricky very tricky, but he was a Ballet Nut. He did not want to want to talk about contracts just ballet. Catherine looked helpless and trapped for a moment, the senior stepped in, not as elegantly as Bollockoff but just as nice.
If Catherine doesn’t feel too overwhelmed then I’ll permit it, he ventured, senior partners love their staff almost as the Tonys on reception, but with much posher language. Forgive me, I am just a farmer replied the Italian in clothes worth at least 10,000. He bowed and kissed her hand. So they talked business with Catherine doing a bit of translation. As talks had gone well, extremely well, the Italian could not keep his mind off Bollockoff’s performance. Catherine decided to do some of her own venturing.
Actually, there is a full dress rehearsal today and Anton said I should sneak out over a long lunch break and come and see him perform. The Italian screamed and dropped his man-bag leaving a tiny tiny scratch on it. Could we, please, we have finished here, my cousin Marco would be so jealous if I saw Bollockoff first. The Italian gave his best pleading eyes to he senior partner. Well if you are sure the business is closed. The Italian drew out his most expensive yet stylist pen and signed the 200million deal.
Let’s go and see Bollockoff he screamed in delight. The senior partner leaned over his phone and asked Tony on reception to tell the Italian’s driver to be ready. In the ride down in the lift Catherine told the Italian how she had met Bollockoff. So when the lift doors opened Tony was a superhero, putting Bollockoff on the angel list had been angels’ delight for the Italian. Bollockoff was at the restaurant as the Italian magnate and he had seen him dance in the street. The Italian kissed Tony on both cheeks, you should have a reward, Tony’s eyebrows formed question marks. The senior partner shrugged his shoulders, the Italian asked sheepishly would his man-bag be a suitable reward. The tiny scratch on it meant the Italian would not be seen dead with it. With the senior partner nodding his assent Tony accepted the gift. It was a PacoMacotaco man-bag not that Tony knew that till he googled the label inside. Retail value 4000.
The car whisked them to the ballet, the lights had gone down but they were ushered to a box. The music started and the lights came on. As their eyes adjusted to the light Catherine could see the security from the restaurant and Paulo from the restaurant in the boxes beside them. Then as she looked about she realised the Hippodrome home of the Birmingham Royal Ballet was overflowing. Every security in Birmingham had come. Invite one, invite all.
Bollockoff and the Birmingham Royal Ballet were on fire, his energy had supercharged everybody. The fact that the other newspapers had followed up on the Sun’s headline really made everybody feel happy. The show was an entire tour de force or whatever the French say. At the interval a miracle happened. Everybody got a drink, the Chairman of the Federation of Security Personnel Birmingham Branch had slapped down his American Express card and said fill everything and have every ice-cream in the building ready. It was a military operation, everybody but everybody was fed and watered in those 20 mins.
Happy with smudges of ice-cream on their lips which eager girlfriends more than eager to lick off slowly, the security all sat in eager anticipation. They were not denied anything. Ballerinas danced and Ballet dancers pranced. It was like Christmas for a child. Grown men cried and their girlfriends had to console them, and they’d console them much more when they got home to bed. Afternoon delights are a regular feature if you work late nights.
The Italian sneaked out his iphone and streamed a minute to his cousin in Milan. The cousin was so lividly jealous. As the curtain fell the entire audience leapt to their feet. The community of Birmingham security has lost their Ballet Virginity, and they wanted more,and when they got home they would have more ballet, but the horizontal variety. The corps to ballet bowed and the audience screamed.
Bollockoff stepped forward, I am sorry if my performance was not perfect it’s my first time on this stage but I promise to improve here in my new home, Birmingham. I met somebody so special last night and we spent the entire night talking , just talking. So did I screamed Damien and Martin in unison. The audience roared their approval. Things could not get any better. Catherine screamed out, I love you. Italian and the senior partner could go to hell she was in love. The entire audience screamed out I love you.
The corps to ballet bowed, the applause and screaming lasted 10 full minutes was like a pop concert. Then when the screaming stopped Catherine screamed again. It’s me, I love you. The spotlight moved to cover her, he’s seen her in the Sun now he’d spotted her in the crowd. The audience gasped it was her, the girl dancing or rather ripping his shirt off from Bollockoff. Anton saw the love of his life and dived into the crowd. His ballet dancing had lifted them up, now it was their turn to lift him up. So walking on palms Anton Bollockoff reached his girl. It was like Romeo and Juliette. Marry me and have all my babies he said in Russian. What did he say asked the audience? The Italian who also spoke Russia stood and with tears in his eyes translated. He said Marry Me and have all my babies.
Versuvius erupted, Catherine was lowered to Bollockoff’s level and still standing on the hands of security they kissed. Then hand in hand they walked over the hands to the stage. The Italian kissed the senior partner he was so happy. His Milanese cousin would die, absolutely die. After a few more bows the corps to ballet were about to leave the stage when Anton hissed, do you trust me? Yes. So the Corps de ballet left the stage by walking over the hands of the audience.
It took 90 seconds to empty the theatre they were all trained security personnel. Then outside the Hippodrome Anton reprised his dance from the night before, but with the Birmingham Royal Ballet improvising around him. If my mother were alive she would have thrown a bucket of water on them. As it was the Fire Brigade had been doing some routine checks so they decided to sprinkle the ballet. It was an utter internet sensation. Kirov can Bollockoff was the headline on the Sun the next day. Two days with 2 ballet headlines in the sun, was the editor drunk, or just drunk on ballet.
Linking his arm through the senior partner’s arm the Italian walked back to the law office, the crowds had gathered, his car could never get through now. I like you, your firm, your security Tony, I like everything, like a family, and I adore the ballet. This is the happiest day of my business life ever. Only when I bought the racing car company comes a 2nd closest, to this day. Ballet in Birmingham day, I think I’ll tell my biographer to write a whole page about it, maybe two.
The Birmingham Royal Ballet went inside to change, Catherine and Anton decided to consummate their love in a box of the Hippodrome. Damien and Martin were ahead of them, in a box on the other side of the Hippodrome. As they say Ballet is Universal, the Birmingham Royal Ballet encapsulates it all. And yes I really was vetted by a Chinese Ballerina from the Birmingham Royal Ballet in the Queens Tavern about 20 years ago. Where do you thing the ideas come from?
ok. if only I broke free via a Ballet, come on use your imagination, all of you
I had my
very own treasured items pain today, the cat got locked in the study, ok the
front room where I write, and spent the night asleep on fancy sofa right behind
me. I try to keep this room nice, no drinks or food in here, apart from mine.
Yes, but I paid so I make the rules okkids, when you grow up you’ll do the very same thing. So my lovely sofa
was covered in cat fur this morning. I had gotup early, well early for me and when I opened the door out popped the
cat. The cat’s house trained and will take itself to the bathroom and pooh in
the, so she’s a very clean cat. But being locked all night in my study she could
have poohed anywhere or broken my computer, how would you kids feel if the cat
didn’t sit on the mat, but left a message all over your Xbox?
Now you
understand, if it was your beloved Xbox, so for me the sofa and my computer. I
was not a happy bunny, one of my cleaner friends used to come in and ask were
we all happy bunnies every night when she arrived with a smile and fresh bin
bags for the office. Cleaners always seemed so happy, I spent a lifetime talking
to them as I always worked the silly shifts.Anyway Totoro our cat slunk off, only to reappear hours later, she’s
probably been out killing, or drinking with the foxes up the road in the woods,
she is a Ninja cat after all. Before I forget cats are like babies they always
want milk, so you need to watch them, so close doors or close lids on laptops or
the cats paws will delete your files. You have been warned. And when you kids
have kids of your own you MUST watch the child not the screen, or disaster
beckons.
I don’t
think I have any other treasured items, I did have a copy of The Book Thief,
which I consider to be the best book I’ve ever read, so well written and so
Poetic too. Then there was the Don Camillo omnibus, both books I treasured.
Though I decided to gift them to some averous readers we know, so I hope they
enjoy the books as much as I did, and keep them and reread them. I just decided
I may never read them again, so rather than cobwebs cover them, let another
generation learn to love them.
My mother
was given a pink stained wooden coat hanger from her mother when she left
Ireland in 1944, so when we broke it 25 years later she cried. As it meant so
much more to her, it was not just a piece of wood with a hook to hang clothes
from. It was Love in wood. When my dad died we realised he had nothing, no
object or anything of value. Just us. I’m almost the same, really I have
nothing of value to leave behind. I do have all my books, 19 so far, in
cyberspace and online and saved to USB sticks. But my daughters may decide when
I die that these USB sticks can be used to store films downloaded, or even just
thrown away. Who uses USB nowadays, it’s Cloud everything.
How do
you define Value anyway, Rosebud was tossed away and burnt after all. So all I’ll
say is treasure your real treasure, your kids, even if they seem ungrateful,
kids want to watch tv and not bother talking to their own parents. Their lives
are in Cyberspace, though with Covid 19, real people and real lives are longed
for. Will people get sick of Reality and long for Cyberspace again, or has Covid
19 taught people through Isolation, that no man is an island.
