https://open.spotify.com/episode/6hjzNZnLly7Ufed4jpiXqH
25mins of me talking tonight
7/12 that's the numbers over on Wordpress where the Translations live
You all thought it was my Borg Designation 7/12
No, today so far 7 countries visiting
And yesterday 12
Have you all got nothing better to do
Over here Singapore is looking at me
I'll face to the left so they can see my better profile
My belly still looks like Winnie the Pooh
that's why women find me soooooo attractive, NOT
In USA Civil War
A Liar must rule the GOP, Trump
And other liars back him up
He LOST, the other guy won
Is this the end of Democracy
Churchill said all forms of government are bad
Democracy the least bad
KEEP ON MASKING UP
then in private you can reveal so much more
It works in the Far East, learn from them
as you can imagine I look great covered up
In a shroud, would be best
You are all so cruel, I do a photo of me as a babushka
Anyway that's all for now, my shoulder pain has kicked off
so Movelat needs to be spread
Or so you want a photo of that?
me and my big daughter, 20 now, and I still swing her around the living room
Just watched Super Me on tv. 10/10 so watch it
I watched in Chinese with English subtitles
I'll watch it again tomorrow with sound on 10 and laugh and more again
Its about a poor Screenwriter with Insomnia
As I am a Writer too, and my Tinnitus keeps me awake I was in a DREAM
Its really good
I'm used to hearing Chinese anyway in our house, with my Shanghai connection
But all of you out there should watch it
have to go now or am I just prawn crackers
by the way 12th May in the morning marks 25 years since my mum died, which ultimately led
to me having a Shanghai connection, it's in Padre Pio and Me, a true story
anyway my mum would have loved Super Me, and she always encouraged all her six children
Now Where Do I Begin (c)
By
Michael Casey
Well if you are Russian you may be breathing a sigh of relief, as your email box was full, so you did not get that speculative email. I was checking my readers, just as Miss Sutherland used to check our hands to see if they were clean, back at Primary school. She was the Deputy Head, I also remember she donated her body to science, this would be back in the 1960s. So, you can all say a prayer for her today. Tomorrow marks 25 years since my own mother died.
Stas Mikhaylov That’s it (Nu vot i vse) with English lyrics …
Yes, totally random, but I am a good stumbler as Mark Harris once said, though he also said something else, so I replied with a short word. That’s enough, no 15 minutes of fame for him. Anyway, so I thought as I’d just seen RocketMan, I could provide a few lyrics and then with Stas Mikhaylov’s skill I’d crack the Russian market. Then of course should my books ever see the light of day Stas would be the Narrator, as I cannot abide Steven Fry, besides Fry does not speak Russian. You can see how my mind works now. The whole world has email, so I annoy the world. It keeps me off the streets. I do chime a chord occasionally, and get a nice reply from some kind people. If you are one of them, then thank you, you know who you are. You can tell who they are should you visit them. My email is laminated and hanging next to the Urinals in their house.
Anyway Stas Mikhaylov I’m talking to you. Find my Valentine Poem online, or Let My Tears Be My Words, or The Dead and The Living. Then should you think you could adapt them, then together we’ll invade Russia, or rather the Pop charts. I have loads of stuff, 3300 pieces on my Bloggers alone. Not all poetry, but all kinds of everything, which was a Dana song. Then there are my Lech, Boris and Gregorgi stories about the Polish/Ukrainian/Russian first cousins who live in Popaloffoff where the 3 countries make love on the map. These are comic heart-warming stories. You can find them on my WordPress and Bloggers. Right now if Stas’ wife is reading this to him, he’s thinking, just who the Theresa May is this fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham. I DO NOT KNOW HIM, he’s as useful as Japanese vodka, which I’d only give to the cat. Russians only drink the good stuff, by the way Lech, Boris and Gregorgi make vodka in the woods behind me, but that’s another story. I have written 10 about the boys.
By now Stas is telling the Webmaster, make sure you bolt the door, and keep this fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England far away from my Babushka. The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker is already being read in Russia, under the bedclothes at night, by some misguided soul. As well as in 90 countries all over the world, thanks to Translations Galore over on my WordPress. So, Stas Mikhaylov, could you be the voice, in Russian of Michael Casey. He’s on his knees now praying, Icon Our Lady of Valdimir save me. Who the Theresa May is Michael Casey?
I did actually once, 50 years ago wake up and sit bolt upright in bed screaming “The Russians are Coming” So now is it the time for the Russians to come to Birmingham. Bring some Eggs, the jewelled variety for our Museum to display. Andy Street our re-elected would be ever so happy, and exchange he’d give you some Cadbury Cream eggs, to eat.
So, if you are wondering where the stories come from, well now you know and have an example. The Spaceman and the Archangel is another story of mine that Russians might like, but really I’m lost in space, the space between my ears. But it is better to have an imagination, instead of just staring into space. Space should be filled, just as I fill a page. Conversation, and stories are a tradition everywhere. Some are very far fetched, like Trump, Putin and Pope Francis being in an Abba tribute band with Theresa May. And if Russians read that story then
They will know who the Theresa May is Michael Casey, its me, or Nu Vot.
dear sir madame
I am dying
email me at my other email ONLY
and so on
I think I'll cut and past a few and let you all @enjoy@ them
that'll be for another day
I had a draw on the Tinnitus last night
it's still howling in my ear
at least it's not a brain tumour
IF anybody really wanted to talk
they'd say who what where when why
and a few sentences how they found me
Instead it's industrial scale email fraud
IP in Tokyo today, which I've marked as phishing
So read the previous story, @don't you dare email me@
and leave me alone
not unless you really are a Korean Kdrama star who can type
and would not mind being dictated too, as I write
Tears for a Butcher, the sequel
But that'll never happen either
It's more likely Boris will come out as Gay and Woke
Hope he excuses the joke
so stay happy all and read all the stuff here and there and everywhere
3300 pieces on here alone, or buy a book on Amazon
or tell all your friends for a free TRANSLATION DOWNLOAD on my Wordpress
that's your lot for today
Don’t you Dare email Me (c)
By
Michael Casey
Sounds like a Threat, Don’t you Dare email Me, what a jilted girlfriend or some kind of “Royalty” might use, or maybe just your Bank Manager. I’ve got your attention, as the UK starts to breakup, like some kind of boy band, when really they should stay together, and not be a “victim” like in some Taylor Swift song. I hope I haven’t upset her, or my high shelves will be forever covered in dust. It’s ok, she just emailed me, of course she’ll always be there for me, besides my house is near the chip shop where her lad works. And he can always kip in the dog’s basket if he’s a bit too battered.
So back to emails, and I am a bit of an email addict, ask anybody who’s received an email from me. It’s so easy, and if I had decent handwriting I’d be always asking Pop it In Pete our Postman to pop it in his box for me, as our house is last on his round, and the red letter box is on his way home. Pete is ever so accommodating. You can read about his colleague Pat in Chapter 7 of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker, I just remembered just how much fun there was at the Fete for the Children’s Home. I won’t spoil it for you, there are Translations on my Wordpress, or my original English on Amazon books.
But back to emails, why do I get so many? Is it because my email address has been harvested, or because it’s on my website? I have the vain hope that Media will get in touch and discover me. Yet in reality the only people who want to touch me are those who think I am a soft touch. I will delete and mark as phishing all and any email scammers. So their email disappears and they don’t get more morons replying to them. I also get loads of stuff for various diseases, some of which I have. Arthritis, Tinnitus, Ckd, and I really did have a heart bypass, 6 years ago now. I even put my scar photos online, to prove just how divine I look. But people think I’m an exhibitionist, and ask do I want to join the cast of The Greatest Showman, and for just $100 I can join the cast, just keep my shirt art half mast and display my scar, and wear shorts to show the scars on my legs too.
And on it goes, do you want this, do you want that? And they assume I want the other, and I even get emails for that. Ukrainian, Russian and Eastern ladies, ready made to marry and have babies. Is Putin, trying to get rid of excess population? And how about making money on Bitcoin, and whatever else Musk was on about the other night. I’d say listen to BBC Radio Comedy and forget SNL, we’re funnier over here, though the USA Political Class are the funniest of them all. What other junk do I get? Oh yes, we have offers for your home. In USD, dollars, $$$, but I happen to live in UK, in Birmingham England. Sometimes I reply with a poem of a story in a foreign language, English. That was cruel, I send them Japanese translations. Well if they send rubbish in Hebrew or in Korean, of course I’ll send back some of my rubbish to them, in any language I can, just to annoy them. I even get Concealed Carry emails, I thought it was a corset, or girdle of some sort, it turns out its guns. And nobody has a gun in UK, nor even wants them. Concealed Carry my arse, if it were a bum lift, somebody might be interested, but not me. I am a large tight arse, maybe I should forward it to Kim or somebody.
So on it goes, emails galore just to annoy me. Tinnitus ones might be of interest, but I never open links, so all your emails just stink.
Which reminds me I need to order more toilet paper. I use it to blow my nose on, as well my own trumpet on. No doubt I’ll get emails for that too now. So don’t you dare email me. I have other things to do, like take pain killers. I even get emails for cannabis tablets, without the highs, just pain killers. Do you think I’ll accept anything over the Internet, if it’s not sold by my own Pharmacist or Prince his Prince look a like son, then I don’t want to know. So stop sending me emails advertising it. Now I must really go and have a s___.
9th may
it's hot today
as my small daughter listens to songs in French while doing Sociology homework
I'm sat at the other desk seeing what you've all read
Though I may go back to bed for a little. more rest
Nordic countries are passing by, here and over on Wordpress
some of the Stan countries are looking on
how they found me I'll never know
not even a hello email
Just Bankers trying to steal from the own banks, all over the world
send annoying emails, that I delete
I do check IPs and Message Sources
and even Google Plex seems to attack me, but that could just be a cover
AND Pipeline hacked in USA
WAKE up, grow your own hackers, don't put them in Jail, employ them
It was all in a Die Hard movie years ago
SO WAKE UP
What if they shut off 3 Mile Island
Wake up, and stop being so arrogant
Assume the worst and plan for it
I could go on but I won't right now
I need a soak in the bath
I looked like a Cyberman yesterday with my headphones on
I may post a picture for you to laugh at
Otherwise
Stay Happy and get vaccinated, and yes heart a mask
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