For the Diplomatic Service

Posted bymichaelgcasey28/01/2021Posted inUncategorizedEditFor the Diplomatic Service

For The Diplomatic Service (c)

By Michael Casey

Can you keep a secret?

Ok I’ll tell you

But don’t tell anybody else

So now I know the whole world will know

I could have just put a note in the Urinals

Laminated of Course

But I’m telling you on secret

I could have just told the cleaning crew

But now you’ll all know

The whole place is bugged anyway

Those flowers attract bugs

And as for the listening devices

Well you cannot even fart without everybody knowing

We should have got

Bona Air Conditioning for Men from Julian and Sandy

Instead we just wave our resolutions on paper

And we get all hot and sweaty

Well Julian doesn’t, he has ice cubes in a bag in his boxers

He’s such a cool guy

Sandy prefers to glow, so no ice down below

So where was I?

Can you keep secret?

If you tell the Koreans and the Russians then the world will know

That’s if they stop drinking for a moment

Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham

The one in Birmingham ENGLAND

Is available

You mean for, you know

Yes, you can read all his words on WordPress

or on his Three Bloggers

Boastful, isn’t he Sandy?

NO, we threw a bucket of water over him

when he got off the beach at Cromane Lower Kerry Eire

https://www.google.com/maps/@52.1170188,-9.9013482,3a,75y,187.05h,100t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1srgMqoXjdYW9X6AeCUlejjQ!2e0!7i13312!8i6656

So Julian, he’s no longer Sandy

Please yourselves

https://www.radioechoes.com/?page=series&genre=OTR-Comedy&series=Round%20The%20Horne

Ok, shall I get to the point?

You can see where my mother was born

You can listen to some of my influnences

Or Diplomats you can read all my rubbish in English

or in Many Translations here on WordPress

What an offer, all you got from Trump was

You tell me

That’s all for now, I’m going to continue with my

Korean CSI Comedy cross

Though I will write more, but I’m saving myself

Julian, Sandy if you say just one word

I’ll squash your resolutions

And then you’d sweat

Meeting the Teachers + 50 Shades of Michael

 Meeting the Teachers

I was on my best behaviour

it did give me an idea for a story

mind you everything does

It was over the internet

so thanks to them all

so I may write Parents Evening tomorrow

a comedy,  not based on any real teacher

so stay pure, ok just don't wake up the neighbours

by the way the Comedy CSI Kdrama was very sad and dramatic

lots of screaming and crying, so I joined in with the crying

Anyway here's something to keep you happy till we meet in the morning

50 Shades of Michael ©

By Michael Casey

I first met Michael at the bus stop, he was back combing his bushy eyebrows in the reflection by the bus time table. Applying a bit of spit on the them as well to hold them down. How could I an impressionable woman resist, it was all too much for me, I started to have palpitations. I had to hold onto the bus stop for support. The eyebrows were just so, so magnificent, he reminded me of a werewolf, so manly, so handsome, how could I resist him.

On the bus I followed him and sat next to him, I was intoxicated by his manly aroma, a mixture of Brut and sweaty socks. I gave him the once over as the bus trundled along the road in the rain. His broad shoulders and his even bigger belly were so overwhelming, I could barely breath, he was irresistible.

My breathing became laboured and heavy, Michael looked at me, with concern in his hazel coloured eyes, the eyes the eyes, he was the man with the child in his eyes. He was too much, I just had to have him. I started to breath more heavily, I was having an asthma attack, brought on by pure lust, how could Michael do this to me.

I reached into my bag for my inhaler, I placed it between my lips, but it was Michael who I wanted and needed, he and he alone could give me what I wanted and needed and MUST have. He asked me was I ok, speaking to me sent my pulse rate soaring. My head spun, he was speaking to me, he was speaking to me, it was all too much. I fainted and my body slumped against his.

I could feel his pulse against mine, Michael whispered in my ear, he asked could he do anything? He asked could he do anything. YES YES YES. Kiss me I whispered, so he did. I was in Heaven, a man a real man was kissing me, a man who wore Brut and had sweaty socks, not to mention the shoulders and the brushed back eyebrows, topped off with the Winnie the Pooh like tummy. I was tingling all over as he kissed me.

We got off the bus together in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, he knew what I wanted and I would not take no for an answer. I gave him my business card Tracy Rogers, lingerie designer. He told me he was a cross dresser and did I make his size, I laughed, he was so funny. He then told me he was a film reviewer for Hungry Wolf a lads magazine.

We went into the Trader for a pint and a natter, I explained my job and he explained his. We felt at ease with each other, as if we had known each other for years. He was everything  I had ever wanted in a man. He said looks did not matter, so long as I could make him laugh, though designer lingerie did help.

It was wanton, I had never picked a man up at a bus stop before, but life was short, my last boyfriend had ran off with the girl from the takeaway. I had never suspected, though he always seemed to get extra rice. So now to find a real man was too much of an opportunity to pass on.

In the bedroom, socks and pants littered the floor, but at least the sheets were John Lewis Egyptian cotton extra soft ones, and they were fresh on that day. Michael had a washing machine and knew how to use it. He also knew how to use what God had given him, and boy oh boy was I glad of that. As for me, he liked what I gave and gave and gave again and again.

Three hours later we stopped for some tea and crumpet, sex had made us hungry, and Michael did have Warbuton’s crumpet and PG  tips. So we had crumpet after we had had crumpet, and we share sex tips while we had our PG tips. I glowed and Michael was just Michael.

So we carried on again, it was as if Michael had Duracell batteries in him, long lasting and never fading. As for me, I was glad I had taken a chance at the bus stop, he was an animal, but the kind I wanted and needed and must have. 50 shades of Michael, I had heard there was some obscure film called 50 shades of something or another, but I had 50 shades of Michael which was much much better.

I told Michael I enjoyed all sorts of things in the bedroom, so he smiled and poured a bottle of Guinness  all over my body. I thought it was beer shampoo or something, until he started to lick it off. It was the first time I’d done such  a thing, it was wanton but I loved it, we both loved it.

I told Michael that he was my best lover ever, that we were so wanton, he could do anything he liked to me. As I said we were so wanton he went to the kitchen and made wanton soup, we fed each other soup, and what spilt on our bodies was licked off by us. Prawn crackers were spread over our bodies and we ate from our bodies. So much better than anything from Sex and the City.

We had so many plans, things to do, things to eat, we’d never use plates again. It was prefect, perfect lust, and perfect food. 50 shades of Michael, I was such a lucky girl, such a lucky girl.

Then I woke up it had all been a dream, but why did I smell of Guinness and have prawn crackers in my hair?    

*****

Tears for Korea, again. on what is my dad's 19th death anniversary , Quing Ming

  

Tears for Korea, again

Posted bymichaelgcasey26/01/2021Posted inUncategorizedEditTears for Korea, again

다시 한국을위한 눈물
                 죽은 자와 산 자 (c)

                           으로

                     마이클 케이시

     아홉 살 때 고인을 ​​처음 봤는데 아버지는

     죽은 사람이 산 사람과 같기 때문에 걱정하는 것은 웃음 만

     그들을 떠났고, 그들의 눈에서 반짝임은 사라졌고, 걱정은

     그들의 어깨에서 들렸고 그들의 목소리는 사라졌습니다.

     영원.

     낙원에서는 반짝임이 돌아올 것입니다.

     별, 아침 산들 바람과 함께 웃음도 돌아올 것입니다.

     돌고있는 파도는 웃음과 함께 흔들리는 그들의 측면이다.

     저는 고인을 생계와 똑같은 예의로 대합니다.

     고인이 항상 더 예의 바르다고 생각하지만. 아버지도

     생활에 대해 몇 마디했다.

     그는 산 사람은 영혼을 돌보는 사람 일 뿐이라고 말했지만

     그들은 자신의 존재가 모든 것이라고 생각하고 모든 것을 알고 있습니다.

      감각으로 많은 것을 경험하기 때문입니다.

      살아있는 사람들이 인정하지 않는 것은 그들의 시간이 짧고

      내가 그들의 몸을 눕히면 그들의 영혼은

      그들, 그들의 강함없이, 그들의 약함없이, 그들의

      아름답거나 추한 일시적인 형태, 내가 말할 수없는 곳에

      더 나은 곳입니다.

      장의사 Percy는 관에 뚜껑을 씌 웠고 영혼은 자유로웠다

                          시작

,,,,,,,,, 무,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.

빛이 있으라 ©

마이클 케이시

내 눈물이 내 말이되도록

촛불이 내 눈이되게 해줘

피어나는 꽃이 내 입술이되도록

그들의 향기가 내 피가되도록

바람이 내 숨결이되도록

구름이 내 기분이되게 해줘

아이들의 웃음이 나의 희망이되도록

과부의 한숨이 내 양심이되도록

낯선 사람의기도가 나의 기쁨이되도록

꿀벌이 내 지혜가되게

나무가 내 힘이되도록

내 인내심이 별에 닿도록하십시오

당신의기도에서 항상 기억되게 해주세요

dasi hangug-eul-wihan nunmul
                 jug-eun jawa san ja (c)

                           eulo

                     maikeul keisi

     ahob sal ttae goin-eul ​​cheoeum bwassneunde abeojineun

     jug-eun salam-i san salamgwa gatgi ttaemun-e geogjeonghaneun geos-eun us-eum man

     geudeul-eul tteonassgo, geudeul-ui nun-eseo banjjag-im-eun salajyeossgo, geogjeong-eun

     geudeul-ui eokkaeeseo deullyeossgo geudeul-ui mogsolineun salajyeossseubnida.

     yeong-won.

     nag-won-eseoneun banjjag-im-i dol-aol geos-ibnida.

     byeol, achim sandeul balamgwa hamkke us-eumdo dol-aol geos-ibnida.

     dolgoissneun padoneun us-eumgwa hamkke heundeullineun geudeul-ui cheugmyeon-ida.

     jeoneun goin-eul saeng-gyewa ttoggat-eun yeuilo daehabnida.

     goin-i hangsang deo yeui baleudago saeng-gaghajiman. abeojido

     saenghwal-e daehae myeoch madihaessda.

     geuneun san salam-eun yeonghon-eul dolboneun salam il ppun-ilago malhaessjiman

     geudeul-eun jasin-ui jonjaega modeun geos-ilago saeng-gaghago modeun geos-eul algo issseubnida.

      gamgag-eulo manh-eun geos-eul gyeongheomhagi ttaemun-ibnida.

      sal-aissneun salamdeul-i injeonghaji anhneun geos-eun geudeul-ui sigan-i jjalbgo

      naega geudeul-ui mom-eul nubhimyeon geudeul-ui yeonghon-eun

      geudeul, geudeul-ui gangham-eobs-i, geudeul-ui yagham-eobs-i, geudeul-ui

      aleumdabgeona chuhan ilsijeog-in hyeongtae, naega malhal sueobsneun gos-e

      deo na-eun gos-ibnida.

      jang-uisa Percyneun gwan-e ttukkeong-eul ssui wossgo yeonghon-eun jayulowossda

                          sijag

,,,,,,,,, mu,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.

bich-i iss-eula ©

maikeul keisi

nae nunmul-i nae mal-idoedolog

chosbul-i nae nun-idoege haejwo

pieonaneun kkoch-i nae ibsul-idoedolog

geudeul-ui hyang-giga nae pigadoedolog

balam-i nae sumgyeol-idoedolog

guleum-i nae gibun-idoege haejwo

aideul-ui us-eum-i naui huimang-idoedolog

gwabuui hansum-i nae yangsim-idoedolog

nachseon salam-uigidoga naui gippeum-idoedolog

kkulbeol-i nae jihyegadoege

namuga nae him-idoedolog

nae innaesim-i byeol-e dahdologhasibsio

dangsin-uigido-eseo hangsang gieogdoege haejuseyo

                 The Dead and The Living (c)

                           by

                     Michael  Casey

     I first saw a deceased when I was nine years old ,my father said  not

     to worry as the dead are the same as the living ,  only the  laughter

     has left them ,  the sparkle has gone from their eyes , the worry has

     been lifted from their shoulders ,  and their voice has vanished  to

     eternity .

     In  paradise the sparkle will return for it is the  twinkle  of  the

     stars , the laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and

     the turning tides are their sides shaking with laughter .

     I treat the deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living,

     though I find the deceased are always more polite .  My father also

     had a few words to say about the living .

     He said that the living are only the caretakers of the  soul  ,  yet

     they think their existence is everything , that they know everything

      because they experience many things with their senses .

      What the living don’t acknowledge is that their time is  short  and

      when I lay their bodies to rest then their souls  continue  without

      them ,  without their strong ,  without their weak ,  without  their

      beautiful or even ugly temporary form , to where I cannot say , only

      that it is a better place .

      Percy the undertaker placed the lid on the coffin ,the soul was free

                          THE  BEGINNING

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

********

Another Korean star gone out.

As you know I look East, my daughters are 1/2 Shanghai Chinese after all

and you know the rest already

So please Everybody in Kpop and Kdrama land

Love our stars, but allow them to have a bad hair day

I always add stupid and scruffy picture of myself

To show I’m far from perfect

I nearly always have far from perfect people in my stories

For we are all far from perfect

So please please please let Korean stars have room to breath

Can we have a scruffy day in mourning

Dress down while holding flowers

Our Korean stars are like Blossoms we should treasure

They should be handled with care and with love

They should be allowed to marry and have kids

They should be allowed bad hair days, and cursing the press days

Let them be free, they should have cobwebs of love surrounding them

Give them cobwebs of love

Not straightjackets

I hope my rubbish is an escape from the busy life

I hope my stories are a box of chocolates to be dipped into

So please as you enjoy my rubbish, spare a thought for your Stars

Let them be normal, let them be natural

And love them as you would a grandparent

With cobwebs of love

또 다른 한국 스타가 나갔다.

아시다시피 제가 동쪽으로 보이지만 제 딸들은 결국 1/2 상하이 중국인입니다

나머지는 이미 알고 있습니다

그러니 Kpop과 Kdrama 땅의 모두를 기쁘게 해

우리 별을 사랑하지만 머리가 좋지 않은 날을 보내십시오.

난 항상 멍청하고 멍청한 내 모습을 더해

내가 완벽 함과는 거리가 멀다는 것을 보여주기 위해

나는 거의 항상 내 이야기에서 완벽한 사람들과는 거리가 멀다

우리는 모두 완벽하지 않습니다.

그러니 한국 스타들에게 숨을 쉴 수있게 해주세요

슬픔에 잠긴 하루를 보낼 수 있습니까?

꽃을 들고 옷을 입는다

우리의 한국 스타들은 우리가 소중히해야 할 꽃과 같습니다

그들은주의와 사랑으로 다루어야합니다

그들은 결혼하고 아이를 가질 수 있어야합니다

그들은 머리가 나쁜 날을 허용하고 언론의 날을 저주해야합니다.

자유 로워 지자, 그들을 둘러싼 사랑의 거미줄이 있어야한다

그들에게 사랑의 거미줄을 줘

스트레이트 재킷 아님

내 쓰레기가 바쁜 삶에서 벗어나길

내 이야기가 담그는 초콜릿 상자

그러니 내 쓰레기를 즐기면서 당신의 별에 대한 생각을 아끼십시오.

평범하게, 자연스러워

그리고 조부모처럼 그들을 사랑하십시오

사랑의 거미줄로

tto daleun hangug seutaga nagassda.

asidasipi jega dongjjog-eulo boijiman je ttaldeul-eun gyeolgug 1/2 sanghai jung-gug-in-ibnida

nameojineun imi algo issseubnida

geuleoni Kpopgwa Kdrama ttang-ui moduleul gippeuge hae

uli byeol-eul salanghajiman meoliga johji anh-eun nal-eul bonaesibsio.

nan hangsang meongcheonghago meongcheonghan nae moseub-eul deohae

naega wanbyeog hamgwaneun geoliga meoldaneun geos-eul boyeojugi wihae

naneun geoui hangsang nae iyagieseo wanbyeoghan salamdeulgwaneun geoliga meolda

ulineun modu wanbyeoghaji anhseubnida.

geuleoni hangug seutadeul-ege sum-eul swil su-issge haejuseyo

seulpeum-e jamgin haluleul bonael su issseubnikka?

kkoch-eul deulgo os-eul ibneunda

uliui hangug seutadeul-eun uliga sojunghihaeya hal kkochgwa gatseubnida

geudeul-eunjuuiwa salang-eulo dalueoyahabnida

geudeul-eun gyeolhonhago aileul gajil su iss-eoyahabnida

geudeul-eun meoliga nappeun nal-eul heoyonghago eonlon-ui nal-eul jeojuhaeyahabnida.

jayu lowo jija, geudeul-eul dulleossan salang-ui geomijul-i iss-eoyahanda

geudeul-ege salang-ui geomijul-eul jwo

seuteuleiteu jaekis anim

nae sseulegiga bappeun salm-eseo beos-eonagil

nae iyagiga damgeuneun chokollis sangja

geuleoni nae sseulegileul jeulgimyeonseo dangsin-ui byeol-e daehan saeng-gag-eul akkisibsio.

pyeongbeomhage, jayeonseuleowo

geuligo jobumocheoleom geudeul-eul salanghasibsio

salang-ui geomijullo

today 26th jan 2021 marks 19years since my own dad died,Quing Ming

Annie and Bettie get their Man

 

Annie and Bettie get their Man ©

By

Michael Casey

 

Now if you have read The Butcher The Baker and the Undertaker then you will have heard about Annie and Bettie, I don’t think I’ve mixed the names up, but it is over 30 years ago since I wrote the book. However the twin sisters are still impossibly beautiful, and still work behind the bar of The Trader, their dad’s pub. They have now gone through puberty and have complexions to die for, I won’t say any more but imagine English Roses to the Nth degree.

 

As the whole world comes through the doors of The Trader they have become experts in People Watching, to be honest growing up in a bar they have a degree in psychology at very least. The Human Animal observed from behind the taps of a bar. Customer service was of course ingrained into them, though this does not mean they did not know how to have fun.

 

Today they were dressed as Pregnant Nuns, Rodney or is it Roger the Traffic Warden had imprinted his love of dressing up and amateur dramatics on them from an early age. So they dressed up and acted out dramas as they served behind the bar, it made life more interesting for them and it helped pass the time. As you can imagine The Trader was a very happy place to have a drink in, very very rarely was there any trouble.

 

The twins’ mother was worried that her beauties might do the wrong thing and get pregnant by some BASTARD, so she made them promise at age 7 that they would stay pure, and only ever go to bed with their husband. The twins honoured this promise as they loved their mum and dad so much. It was an easy promise to keep as they hadn’t seen any husband material, so they were not tempted.

 

However these past 3 years a revelation revealed itself to them, the twins had a crush on the draymen, they saw them regularly for years and they’d have a cup of tea together after each delivery. The draymen were just ordinary guys, nothing special. In fact they both had something that marked them out, you see Ken had a stutter, and Len had a limp, caused by dropping a beer barrel on his leg years ago. Other than that they were perfect, Annie and Bettie had decided that they were husband material.

Ken stuttered away but Annie loved him the more, when she heard on the radio about stutterers being able to sing she persuaded Ken to sing for her. And guess what? Ken’s singing voice was like Johhny Cash, so deep and appealing. She would have gone through a Ring of Fire for him. As for Len he was as strong as an ox, as was Ken, but seeing him limp made Bettie love him the more. He had no limp in her eyes, he was husband material too.

 

Ken and Len didn’t know it but they were marked men, they had husband written all over them. Now over the years the friendships grew, but nothing happened, Annie and Bettie were good girls, and a promise to a mother is a promise to a mother. However the Urge as the call it in Ireland does come, and that Saturday night, the night of the big match, the Urge would win and could lead to Sin.

 

The Trader was full and everybody was matching the Man U v Villa game on the big screen. Len and Ken were in a corner enjoying the match, Annie and Bettie were sighing, the Urge was upon them. It was a game of two halves and everybody was merry. It was then that it happened. A drink was spilt and angry words were exchanged. Annie and Bettie looked up and stopped the Guinness in mid flow.

 

Sor sor sor sorry, it was Ken trying to apologize. He was mocked by a giant of a man. Len limped forward trying to be the peace maker. He in turn was mocked. Annie and Bettie felt the urge upon them, Annie whispered to Bettie, tonight is the night I become a woman. Bettie whispered to Annie anything you can do I can do better. Again their men were being mocked.

 

Sing for me Ken screamed Annie over the noise of the match. Ken knew the song she loved so he sung, Stand by Your Man, his singing was perfect. In seconds Annie had leapt from table to table to be by his side. Bettie was right behind her, Len needed her, she knew she needed him. They were their chests heaving, it was now or never. Annie grabbed Ken and kissed him, his stutter would vanish forever after a kiss like that. Bettie would not be beaten, Len’s limp would never go but Bettie didn’t mind.

 

Then Annie and Bettie swung around, they were still dressed as pregnant nuns, have you got a problem? The giant of a man laughed in their face, turning to his mates, pregnant nuns are the only girlfriends these guys will ever get. Len and Ken moved forward, they were so angry. Annie and Bettie defused the situation by kissing their men and placing their men’s hands where only a husbands’ hand should be. The whole pub gasped, the match was ignored, was this going to be a Strippergram.

 

Trust me, said Annie, trust me said Bettie with a parting kiss on the cheek for their HUSBANDS. I don’t like BASTARDS the twin sisters said in unison. With that they simultaneously, dropped kicked the giant of a man, before kick boxing his friends to the ground. GOAL.

Villa beat Man U 3 2 in extra time, but in The Trader a giant of a man and his ugly friends were too dazed to notice.

 

The whole pub laughed at them, Villa and Man U fans united, they did not like bastards either. Mocking a limp, and mocking a stutter, will only get you in the gutter, and you will see stars. Annie looked at Bettie and Bettie looked at Annie, NOBODY would ever mock her husband. With that they pretended to faint, they were caught by their husbands. The husbands took them to bed. They had waited and now they were ready. Their mother had been out shopping, and she fainted for real when Wayne said their twin daughters were upstairs, being touched for the very first time, Madonna was singing the song on repeat.

 

But Len and Ken were the perfect husbands for her daughters, though they would still need to go to church and the registry office, to make it official. Were the girls right to beat the bully? Well if you have multiple black belts, in fact they are 3^rd Dan in some martial art, I forget which, what would you do? Stand by your Man is such a nice song after all. 

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this will be part of Tears for a Butcher if ever I get around to finishing it

the 30 years later sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

though in the fiction it continues on the very next day

All I need is that speed typist.... I could write it in 3 months

or 24  two hour sessions

from Bright Eyes to sleepy eyes

 well somebody was checking me out yesterday

so hello to them in UK

I've had another Tinnitus night so I got up for some toast and tea

I've had a browse to see who is reading what

Loads of you over on Wordpress

from Peru to Korea and Nigeria on the way

I'm so tired now tat I could fall over

apart from the smell of onions in the "study"

one of the girls must have had something to eat

normally drinks only in here and the cat is banned too

anyway I'm nearly falling over

as Garfunkle sings bright eyes

so I'll go to bed again

at least not  too much pain yesterday

just no sleep, which is dangerous, lack of REM etc

I could write a piece on Tinnitus

if you ever get an email in the middle of the night

then it's me, trying to defeat Tinnitus

by annoying you, see I share everything

I could write it straight, but Tinnitus sounds Roman

though I'd never have a man in my bed all night

should I rename it to Tinnita?

I'll leave you with that though as I head back to bed

And try not to wake Totoro our cat, fast asleep on the sofa

here's me practising being a stripper, I am available.....

new Kdrama a Comedy CSI

 new Kdrama  a Comedy CSI

it's good but too bloody for my tastes

The Uncanny Counter finished

and the rich guy with beard is in the Comedy CSI

though shaved so I hardly noticed

and I think the fat guy in comedy CSI 

may have been in Shoe K drama made 8 years ago

So I'm becoming addicted

what else, if I had my strength today I would have made a snowman

my daughters Uni friends sent a video of them making a snowman

The last one I made was 200kilos, but that was 10 years ago

So stay happy and Mask up 

and tell the world to read my 2000+ stories

Perfect for Sims and games and teaching English via comedy

Hello Finland today too, maybe it's the Fashion lady in furs

from c.20 years ago at CPNEC Birmingham

I'll only know if she emails me

Should I bring my furs Michael

CPNEC was the hardest job of my life Physically 

But the most fun, ever

Now I use my Brain, no mocking or I'll sit on your lap

Which would break your knees

In the Comedy CSI today  the Prosecutor was offered 3,000,000,000 won

or £2,000,000 nearly to marry and breed

I'd  be far cheaper if any Korean girl were to offer

£2 and a packet of cheese and onion crisps

But clever kids with silver hair wearing shades at Birth

Don't have any Blues Brothers

me wearing many layers and unkept, so attractive don't you think?