How do we best remember the Dead from Covid 19?

How do we best remember the Dead from Covid 19?

I just read a headline asking that question

My own simple answer

We celebrate living, and we can fund Educational Scholarships

So rather than just monuments and exhibitions

A Scholarship will be a seed that lives on

Just as all the millions of Covid 19 victims would have done

 

Hang Over Cure?

 Hang Over Cure?

Raw egg with milk and sugar/honey 

mix in a mug with a spoon

then drink

Let me know if it works

I did not have any alcohol today

Thanks to all the readers everywhere

One day, The Media will catch up

and I'll be breakdancing with joy, whoever Joy is

I enjoyed writing today's story so its 2000+ whatever in total

I could count but I don't bother  anymore

21Door Keys, my next book has now reached 57pages of nearly 19,000 words

so at this pace, 228 pages and 76,000 assuming I kept this pace up.

by Christmas 2021

I discovered there is a Lindy Loo song by an Australian guy, when I did a random 

Google search of LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com tonight. 

Life is strange and Google is even stranger

there is even somebody with the exact same name as me

I'm the good looking one with the largest Winnie the Pooh belly

so google carefully, if you see a battered photo, then it's me

I don't pose for anybody, well, except for the still life nude painting class

which is held on the no.11 bus, it's a touring exhibition.

If it's a huge hit, it may be transfered to Radio, where you'd see even more of me

With such Clatity, I'm sure my readers far away will be besumed.

Johnny No Friends

 

Johnny No Friends ©

By Michael Casey

 

Peter had no friends, in fact he now was a stay at home person. Though everybody used to call him John or Johnny, because he was always in the toilet, rushing to it in fact. They even moved his desk to the corridor outside the toilet as a prank, so he thanked them and stayed there for 3 years. He did have relationships, but only with delivery drivers who dumped stuff by his desk. So he was a Concierge without actually being a concierge. But he was happy enough because he was near the toilet, he could dump like an Elephant, and smell just as bad. Bad diet and a touch of CKD does that to you.

 

As the years rolled by he knew more and more about the delivery drivers, as he had a giant thermos on his desk ready to dispense a warming drink. So by the end of the 3^rd year he had more Christmas cards than the entire offer, but luckily he was a dab hand with a Prit stick so he dabbed them and stuck them to the walls. It looked better than Santa’s Grotto or any church. Everybody took photos and a photographic magazine even awarded a prize. Johnny and his Cards the caption read in the magazine, with Johnny’s email below. Though nobody knew his name was Peter in reality.

 

Then Johhny’s bladder got so bad, he’d have to wear nappies or have a funnel and a tube from his desk to the toilet. So, Johnny spent his last penny and had to leave. The company were generous, he could have sued the arse off them for the 3 years in the corridor, the company secretary said, who was a bit leaky himself, so obviously he was on Peter’s side. So Johhny got a nice pension, and a framed digital photo of the Christmas Santa’s Grotto, and a very nice tablet which was waterproof so he could use it in the toilet, just as Trump does.

So now Johnny had no friends, but he still had his tablet, well several, as the doctors kept on trying this and that in an attempt to fix him, so he had bottles of tablets, as well as the digital tablet. Johnny got used to his new life, and he had friends on the Internet too, while he continued dashing to the loo. One day out of the blue he had an email from LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com

He was going to delete it in anger, but decided to answer. Lindy Loo was her real name, she was American in Kansas were the mail servers were, and she did have two red shoes which she clicked and she did like ballet too. Out spilled everything, she’d seen the Santa photo in a photographic magazine while she was at the dentists having her teeth fixed.

 

So Johhny No Friends had found one true friend, which is all you need, and yes she loved the Beatles too, she played them constantly on her Amazon Prime subscription. Now email is a lovely thing, it is a letter that can be read over and over again, you can print them off too and put them in a scrap book too. After a few months, Peter and she called him Peter too, it was so much better than being called Johnny, because he used always to be in the John, so Peter asked for a photo. So LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com sent him a photo, she was tall and big, with horrid teeth and the stereo typical black glasses that Koreans, or American born Koreans wear. But she did have hair to kill for. So obviously Peter fell in love with her instantaneously. Because he knew the real her, and she knew the knew him, so the feeling was mutual.

 

Though LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com  had lied, because she’d been hurt before, so sent a picture of her best friend from next door. So the friendship continued, and LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com decided she wanted to come and visit Peter in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, so a quaintly named place after all. So Peter said he knew somebody he ran an AirB&B so he could get her discount, it was  the bloke next door. Peter had wondered why he was always carrying large supplies of toilet paper, and did he have some disorder? But his neighbour laughed and said it was for his apartments. So Peter helped let in all the supplies when delivery drivers came, so he was offered discount if ever, if ever he needed an apartment. So that was that, and this was now.

 

LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com said that was great, as she licked her dinner plate, that was her one bad habit, licking her plate like Oliver Twist, as she read his email on her iPhone12. They’d know each other for 18 months now all told, and so they weren’t being bold. She’d fly in from Kansas and land at Birmingham BHX, and Peter would be there to greet her, old Michael the taxi driver would be ready and he’d drive steady. Now when LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com arrived Michael was in for a surprize, for the girl that landed was not like the photo, in fact how could she be. It was her best friend from next door, the Kansas girl was no witch, though she did wear red shoes. Michael drove her to the apartment where Peter was waiting, he told Michael he must have picked up the wrong girl, but it was the right girl, the perfectly right girl. You see Lindy Loo looked like a Kpop star, but prettier if that is even possible. Peter was shocked but she knew everything about him, and asked was he disappointed, and she’d leave immediately if he felt she’s abused his friendship. You see she felt it best to see if he wanted her for who she really was, and in emails he saw her as she really was. Apart from the photo deception, you see a girl has to know that she’s wanted for herself, not just her looks.

 

Peter replied, it’s an ill wind that blows no good, and farted before dashing to the toilet. You see Lindy Loo’s dad was a Proctologist, so why should nature get in the way of friendship. She enjoyed a month visiting Old Forge and Singing Anvil, she also revealed she was actually a dentist. Peter felt ten feet tall, and Lindy Loo just knew, she’d break her broom, she’s never go back to Kansas. Besides her dad had worked out how to fix Peter, as he knew he’d be joining the Korean American family. A Break Wind family, was born, Lindy Loo always loved England, and now part of it in the shape of Peter would be all her very own. And yes they had four daughters and formed a Kpop band, you see Love is like the wind it knows no boundaries, and the Kpop band was called The Saint Patricks because that was the day they finally met.

 

Happy Paddys Day to one and all

 Happy Paddys Day to one and all

10 different coutries overnight here

and French Galore on the cartoons security backup site

I have 3 blogger and one wordpress by the way

So I write and then cut and  paste o my sites

If its a new piece its on all 4

If it's a chat maybe just one of them

Hello to New Zealand too, is it JG ? Is it 2 broken legs you?

I spotted somebody using a THIEF OF WORDS CHECKER

people steal from me and not the other way around

33 years Writing, with 20 years Listening BEFORE I started

so 53 years, yes I started early.

So obviously I have a ton of words. 2,000,000 plus maybe

if I add the chats, which don't go into my books

So there you go

I've put all the Translations Online

As I want the world to read me

Then maybe I'll get Media attention in reverse

But I'd rather have my Health

I don't won't to follow any Path, just my own

So I'll die unrecognised, maybe I should shave more.

But writing keeps me happy and the STATS

prove to me, the humour does Travel world wide

So tell everybody, go shout it on the roof tops

Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham

his Words will make you laugh and smile, and even think

As for himself he just stinks, so open a window as you read

and pray to God he does not breed

Imagine even more of him

Scary

p.s. I may write a new piece later on, so all 10 countries from last night,                           come back later today

latest photos from yesterday, in baggy clothing

I'm much thinner undressed, but you'd have to read all 2000

stories to see me in all my glory. The sick bucket is to the left of the screen.

Had a good day today and in the morning its Saint Patrick's Day

 Had a good day today and in the morning its Saint Patrick's Day

pain monster stayed away and a bumblebee arrived in the post

In the morning who knows what I'll write

but I should write a new story story

I'm taking it easy, as there are 2000 stories still to be read by you

plus all the chats like this. So you won't catch up with me

I'll marry, female only, anybody who reads everything

Subject to a test, what kind of test who knows

but would you want to have 4 kids and start a Kpop band?

that's my dream

but if I see my daughters graduate and move on, that'd be enough

Though I'll be cheeky and ask for the Big Grace, so keep on

reading my rubbish, maybe Kim's sister will end up in Birmingham

What else the French readers are still reading me bigtime

The French Translation of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

is reloaded to my sites, so suffer, all of you en francais

And tell everybody to get Vacinated 37 deaths out of 17,000,000 are great odds

and only Fools, and Republics don't get vaccinated

And funny how Trump didn't say HE WAS VACINATED before he left WH

So don't be a Fool, save your family and friends

And then the world can have the Roaring Twenties again, 100 years on

By the way my words are great to help teach English

So come on Angel investors do get in touch

I don't bite, anybody who feeds me

I'll lick your fingers, but as Barry said I'm a beast when I'm eating

Ok that's enough, let's hope I can sneak past the Tinnitus tonight

Latest photo 16th March 2021 me the Writer Michael Casey

 Latest photo 16th March 2021  me the Writer Michael Casey

the Bumblebee look

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Not Worth my Spit

 

Not Worth my Spit ©

By Michael Casey

 

Not Worth my Spit is a Chinese expression, it means it’s a waste of time talking to somebody, it’s not worth your spit. You may have had dodgy companies give you grief, and you go around in circles, a bit like Diplomatic dealings. Hey North Korea, Trump really was right, you’d make a great travel destination, so set your people free, and in one generation you’ll be Top of the Pops, and be singing happily. If Germany could rebuild after the Hitler nightmare, what can North Korea do? Even better and greater.

 

There are 5 of my books on my Wordpress in Korean, Kim, so have a laugh and read and then think, I want to live happily ever after, me and my people. I am worth your spit, so have a download and read happily. Now getting back to my theme, Not Worth my Spit. Kids bicker and say, he did this she did that, he should say sorry for scratching my Barbie dolls face, her behaviour is a disgrace. She should say sorry first, no he did the worse thing, his apology should be the first thing. So, mom, slaps both of them, a draw is declared, and all toys are locked in the cupboard under the stairs. Then they both hate mum, at last unity, mum is the worst, they can agree on that. So much for Diplomacy.

 

Circles of friends and circles of deceit, I’ll do this for you if you do that for me, so much for monkeys picking fleas off each other, a bit like Politics and Union deals. Where is Humanity, we leave that in Church on a Sunday, the rest of the week, we are weak Humanity, bargaining and cheating, and badmouthing each other, and for what? So, we can sell cheap copies of this and that and claim it’s worth 4 times it’s weight in Gold. And what about the Customers, they are there just there to be fooled, and abused, nobody is going to pay to send our rubbish back to us, to get a false refund. So, we gain more money but lose our soul, and as for integrity, we can buy some cheap online, it’s a new rave fake perfume our cousins sell. And on it goes.

 

Now is all this worth my spit, your spit, or anybody’s spit. No, not really, but if by reading this you are more cautious before you buy, then I’m worth your spit. But then again, if I’m not then you can spit on me.