Sweden and Nobel and Me

Sweden and Nobel and Me

or why are the Swedes reading me today

are they all vegetables?

Now that I've upset one food group

An upsurge in my readers from there

so hello to you all

if you go to Wordpress there are Translations Galore

but none in Swedish

So happy hunting

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If you want to give me the Nobel Prize for anything I'll accept it

My head is swimming with Tinnitus and my shoulder pain has kicked off

So I'll stop

Nobel Prize for Literature Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham

An obscure writer that nobody has read, or would want to, so prefect fit for it.

Though maybe I just need a bit of exposure

As Swedes are all Nudists should I just take my clothes off for Nobel

here's a repeat somebody was reading this today on one of my 4 sites

Friday, 9 June 2017

The Blind Man and the Model

The Blind Man and the Model ©

By

Michael Casey

Barry loved walking his dog around Queens Park it was near the Blind school, he taught there, helping other blind people find their feet. In fact he walked a variety of dogs around the Queens Park, there is a type of dog usually used by the blind, but there are a variety. So it happened that one day as he was walking an Alsation around the park he heard a damsel in distress, so putting on his best Policeman voice he shouted “ leave her alone or the dog will have you” As it was an Alsation and Barry was not wearing any shades the lads raced off.

Mandy was mightily relieved, thanks they were going to steal my handbag she gushed. Barry just smiled, he had been a knight in shining armour. Mandy kissed him on the cheek, it was only then that she noticed that Barry was blind. They sat on a bench and Mandy blurted out, but you are blind. Yes, I am replied Barry with a smile. But so were they, all they saw were Tony’s teeth. Mandy looked confused but Barry did not see it. Yes, so thanks to Tony’s teeth too.

What brings you to Queens Park asked Barry? I just do a bit of jogging to keep in trim, I have to look good for my work. I am a model. Barry reached into his pocket and put his shades on, so you are I did not realise without my shades on. He put the shades back into his pocket and Mandy looked into his unseeing eyes, she bit her lip and a silent tear fell.

Let me buy you a coffee Mandy offered, so they went to Simon’s Spoon the local cafe. Inside they sat in a corner and a chorus of whispers erupted, she’s so pretty, so absolutely pretty. So Mandy and Barry had their coffee. Barry swelled with pride, he had pulled a model, him and his dog Tony had pulled a model. Not that he said it, but it was very good for his ego though.

Well maybe I’ll see you again some time said Barry, as he headed back to the blind school. I’ll walk you back said Mandy impulsively. There was something about Barry that she liked, he had saved her and her Roco handbag after all. Most of all though she felt calm and at peace when she talked to him. Hard to explain but that was the truth of it.

Cheers, and yes I often jog in the park, so we may see each other again. When they both asked impulsively? Something had clicked between them, some say Love is a Surprise. A little old lady once told this Writer that, and it is true, always trust little old ladies,especially if they make the sandwiches at the Waterworks Jazz Club.

So Barry and Mandy started meeting in the park, Barry would have a different dog with him and she wore different coloured lycra and he sat on the bench and watched her jog, or so it appeared. Afterwards it was coffee at Simon’s spoon. Everybody in the cafe was amazed, she must be his sister or something. After coffee she linked arms with him and walked him back to the blind school before kissing him on the cheek.

The local policeman Nick smiled as he saw this, if only the blind man could see, Mandy was not just a model she was about to break into the big time as a model. Nick knew this because his boyfriend Dave who was a forensics officer had a major interest in fashion. Their flat above Baker’s Dough was full of fashion magazines as well as the aroma of fresh baked bread. It’s an aphrodisiac you  know, that’s why the pair were know as the Laughing Policemen in the force. But I digress.

Mandy unburdened her soul, and she loved Barry the more, he was such a good listener, she loved dogs too. It was such a perfect match, but he was blind, he would always be blind. She was in the Waterworks Jazz Club one night and got talking to the little old lady. Love is Blind, is more than a phrase you know. Mandy ran from the Jazz club tears streaming down her face. Just like Cinderella.

They carried on meeting in the park for six months, then after coffee at Simon’s Spoon she walked him home again. This time she held him tight in her arms and kissed him full on the mouth. The blind dog barked and wagged its tail. Barry may be blind, but he was still a man, so he responded as only a blind man can. Mandy had never ever been kissed like that, such tenderness, she wanted him even more now.

This process continued for weeks, then she had to go away for Paris fashion. Her heart ached, she had never felt like this before. The other models asked what was wrong, she explained. We have to meet this Barry they all said. It was London fashion week next, they could make a dash to Birmingham to meet him. So it was 35 models in lycra running around Queens park, Nick the policeman radioed for his boyfriend to attend. It really was an arresting sight. Dave collected all the evident and took 100s of photos for his collection and FB page. The models were more than happy to assist a gay policeman to expand his collection.

Afterwards everybody went to Simon’s Spoon, for water and coffee, old Simon nearly had a heart attack, all those A list models in his back street cafe. And yes the let him take selfies with them. Simon cried. Barry was calm in the mists of it all. The models decided there could only be one solution.

In fact there were multiple solutions, and Barry enjoyed all of them. They were married 3 months later. As you see, Love Conquers All, for a model loves to feel wanted as a person, and that’s what Barry did, he wanted her as a person.        

  

just before bedtime, not that I actually sleep

just before bedtime, not that I actually sleep

Ethiopia has now joined my readers list

so hello to 100,000,000  of them or just the one

reading me, I did not know there are so many of them

Over on Wordpress too 12 countries today

As for me Kdrama You are my Spring was on

Episode 7, the Dr, a Quack, said he loved her kind of

But his heart transplant won't last forever

So the maybe just friends only

The female Concierge left with a heavy heart

The music swelled, he ate his porridge alone

as she caught the bus alone

I cried, I have has a quadruple 6 years ago

I worked in a hotel, for 3 years and we even had a female

Concierge, Hello Tina if you remember me, she was a brown 

belt in martial arts, a former air hostess, and walk to the top

of the hotel, 5 floors every day, and not just to avoid me

So back to the Kdrama, the girl caught the bus

But as the music swelled, and the Dr ate his porridge

I cried, the music stopped, there was a bang on the door

The female Korean Concierge came back, 

friends is not enough

So that's why I cry, and hope a Korean comes for me

Especially like today, when I hurt all over

Kdramas are MUST, gentle and poetic in this case

So what are you waiting for, a knock on the door

Otherwise I hope America gets through Puberty  as that

actor called it, otherwise the whole world suffers

Global Warming is  here today, new Met Office report in UK

But we all know it already

So can we cut all these Nuclear arms race

And save the Human Race

my kids even said what's the point of  having children

If the Future is so bleak in their Lifetime

Its is now, not 20 years away

What do we need to happen, a nuclear accident

or a nuclear Madman to kill half of Mankind

Before the rest survive and say

We could have avoided that

Meanwhile I dream my Kdrama dream

perhaps I avoiding Reality, or maybe just all my Pain

When will he write some Comedy again

I'd like to know too, If I had Software or a SpeedTypist 

Maybe I'd start on Tears for a Butcher, or just write my

1 hour to write stories

Tinnitus is a curse, as is Random pain that can last all day

And lack of REM is no fun either

So enjoy what's on the page 3300 pieces here alone

and maybe my Concierge will turn up before I die

To be continued or not

It's all your own fault according to Laura on FOX NEWS

It's all your own fault according to Laura on FOX NEWS

Nothing to do with BBC Laura from a piece earlier

As a fan of news for 50 plus years now

It makes me sick that Morons still hold sway in USA

Yes they buy pillows to sit on

As the pillars of Democracy fall down

Anarchy USA

No Infrastructure in 2019

If you investigate me, YOU are getting nothing

A walk in, a walk out and that was all Trump had to say

Now he'll rock the boat, if you don't agree with him

Primaries against his own team

This is the depths the ROC has fallen too

A Tyrant in any which way, is STILL holding sway

The Lunatic taking over the asylum

It's time to leave him in the bunker

Or will he go off to UAE to play around or two

Health is the Only Wealth

Trump should be shouting from the rooftops 

every single day GET VACCINATED

Every single day

Instead he had his jab in secret

He waffles every which way, to avoid clarity and legal jeopardy 

So he can claim he said nothing

Just like the Cardinals note in The Three Musketeers

He boasts about being so great

We got there in the end, but the journey was disaster

The Miracle was USA didn't explode, while he was at the controls

Now he lies, and steals donations to feather his own nest

The Capital was a picnic, according to him

This is his Original Sin, and only far right preachers and their flocks believe him

The stats show they are refusing the Vaccine the most

And what about him, I'm alright Jack

Its time to wake up from this Canute, and take to the lifeboats

This Canute, is killing everybody but does he really really care

So long as he can scam money, while USA burns

A modern Nero, claiming to be a hero, when if fact he is a Zero

Zero everything, like his fanatics who are Dying because they

trust him, who leaves them dying  in the street

He is no Samaritan, just Miami vice, pretending to be ever so nice

Behind fake tan, fake smile, fake everything

And why do folks still believe the lies

Fox News Laura blaming the victims

And while it was all going on, he watched it on Tv

Instead of sending in the troops to save to Democracy

He was enjoying the show, as people were dying

Lets see the chronography instead of vile choreography of LIES

Born in the USA,  to die of Ignorance and Lies

A leader turned tyrant

and that's the View from the Hill, here in Birmingham England

Get your Vaccination and be a much better Nation

And throw Trump and all his liars in the dustbin of History

You are so much better that him, now prove it

2am Bedtime

we ended up going to bed after 2am

so I feel a bit jet lagged

Though I still have the vain hope that Trump finally cracks

But he won't, a liar such as he never does

Love of Money is the root of all Evil

Those who voted against Democracy are so full of it

Decline and Fall of USA Empire

No infrastructure if  you are Investigating Me

And still the blind cannot see the reality

And Trump would probably win in 2024

GOP corrupt to the core

Its really sad, shades of Hitler and dictators once more

We need to fix the Planet, not event even more ways to destroy it

At least Atypical on tv has been great, I'll finish my binge watching today

And why did the mothers hair get so bad after she trimmed it

The acting on Atypical is good, looks very natural

But where are all the WRITERS credits

Just Producers Galore, without the Words there is nothing

So give writers SPACE on the credits

Atypical just go watch it, a 9 from me.

Vincenzo gets a 10 and that's in Korean with subtitles on

And yes my tinnitus is HORRIBLE

10 countries today over on Wordpress

Quick Stories in Korean is winning all the medals

It's an omnibus of 2 books, plus 40 extra stories

So thank you Korea for reading me

Now tell everybody

my nighttime phone that I listen to music from has died

So I'll have another pass me down phone to use in the night

Music in the Night as I howl in the night when pain strikes

I will get back on the horse, just as the American gymnast will

Though I'll just be writing new stories

But nobody has caught up with me

3300 pieces on this Blogger alone, 2000+ stories

rest maybe like this @chats@

I'm stopping now, Pain is making me twitch

this is me as a dad, 18 years ago

  

well what shall I say today?

well what shall I say today?

I still get rubbish emails that I delete unread

People are hiding their IP now too, so I just delete you too

Has anybody at the Olympic Village put my sites OUT THERE

Come on Japanese folks share me with the Olympians

Then they won't have a wasted journey if they fail to win

My Tinnitus is horrendous, so I play with my phone

So you may even get an email in the middle of the night

Its a lot cooler here in Birmingham

We did not get any Thunder yet

I was waiting to run out naked with a bar of soap

Carbolic of course to wash my naughty bits, and all my bypass scars

on my chest and down both legs

not forgetting my Orangutang hairy left shoulder

See  I am just a Naked Ape, flashing in the thunder light 

As the lightning flashes and thunder rumbles

As I shuffle about trying not to lose the soap

So picture that or draw a cartoon, or get your boyfriend to do it

As a dare, while you Live Stream it Everywhere

Flash his Thunder so to speak

and will you  swoon, or call him a baboon

Who knows you could be my next door neighbour

Over the hedge so to speak

I hope you have a silly picture in your head now

If only I could draw

The best I can do is put cartoons in your head with my words said

My Tinnitus is roaring, and so was I, so if my email reply was bad

Don't be sad, now you know why

 

Anthropology and Me or rather my small daughter sat next to me, in her corner

Anthropology and Me or rather my small daughter sat next to me, in her corner

Well I'm learning all about Anthropology, kind of

I look in a mirror, and recognise an Orangutang, Me

I also look in the mirror and change, me this Michael

The other one never followed his own advice

So my small daughter is picking her nose, that's a joke

She picking where to go after next years A Levels

Which University she likes

You have to pick 5 for UCAS, this is the  gateway to universities in UK

So I'm hearing about all the places she'd like to go to

And I'm thinking about the cost

Not just in money, but I'll miss her

Though one option is where a friend will be and he can protect her

And we like and trust him

Otherwise I'm thinking a Lesbian Martial Arts person would be perfect

To be a friend and protector, but maybe I'm just an old fashioned dad

Read Lech, Boris and Gregorgi Check it Out  for my info

Lech, Boris and Gregorgi Check it Out © – Humour Writing by ...

Back to Anthropology, my daughter has grown up in 2 Cultures, 

she is Birmingham/Shanghai girl after all, and Bilingual too

Though her  Muslim school friends used to call her Little Muslim because of her vast Religious

knowledge, she got a 9, after all, which it the  very highest mark

she's been in a C of E choir for 10 years too, and yes I'm catholic Altruist for my sins

And as you know I used to teach Esol English in an Islamic School for a year

So Culture and people is in the family, and I did do 3 years at CPNEC too

Family connections to several Nationalities too

She says she wants to be the next Louis Theroux or David Attenborough 

If she said Media studies I'd have thrown her in the canal

and Birmingham has more than Venice

That would be a waste of a degree, Mickey Mouse almost

You can teach yourself all that in 3 months

Just as I can teach anybody English in 3 months

Discuss and scream at the screen

Too much Andy Warhol, everybody wants to be famous,

and they are, for 15 Minutes

Too  much wanbee tv

If every my Words, my Books are famous

I'll never do Interviews, my "work"  speaks for itself

I can hear you all choking on your ice lolly

At least my keyboard has a cover to keep the splashes off

I'd rather go down the pub for a beer and food

Interviews are boring for this writer

So I'd never do any

As for Anthropology the hardest bit is spelling it

It's all about People, who need  People are People

I was going to dress i drag and do my Barbara Streisand 

But where was I, here dripping my 2nd lolly over my keyboard cover

I'm learning a lot and pleased I actually know a lot

You are my Google my daughter used to say

I just remember stuff and don't know I know it, till my daughter asks a question

So that's gratifying, I'll be of some use to her and her big sister

All we need to do if find out all the best cheap food places near

Whichever University she can get into, and for Anthropology the grades are high

My dad used to say you can aways work in Woolworths

And one of my sisters did, read Shoplife my play

That nearly made me famous. back in 1989

As you read it, the born again Shopworker Bernadette

That was based on my sister, who sadly died last year

But she lives forever in the play Shoplife

and yes it's true and very funny

I'm overheating now so I'll stop

  

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