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Saturday, 2 July 2022

big decision

 big decision

talk to  you or watch my 4 new and different Kdramas

so what do you all think







Go seek and you shall find something to read in your own language
but here is something to whet your appetiteNights in Malta ©

 

By Michael Casey

 

Before I start I should tell you I had a great week in Malta in 2013 and I long to return, even though it was there that my Arthur my Arthritis started to hit home. I was overjoyed that I could buy Deep Heat in Malta. Now its 4 years on and my unplanned quadruple heart bypass has overtaken me. I was told it was a triple but it was a quadruple I discovered 6 months later.

 

My cKd needs to be watched too, I’m telling you all this so that you can understand just how important it is to me that I can WRITE, its food for my Spirit even if you lot like it or not. So now I’m going to share part of a story that’ll become part of a chapter in Tears for a Butcher my full length sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker.

 

Now read on and apologies to Navy Seals everywhere, please don’t leave a horse’s head in my bed, a Subway one foot long sandwich would be better……

 

So it was all true, Tiny wasn’t mad or just battled out at all, he really was a seer, he saw it all the time, but when he wrote that picture in pencil and crayon the Admiral had to make a decision, so Tiny was grounded, his flippers taken away. So that’s when he became a bodyguard for that zillionaire’s old mum, lucky for there he was there he had to take care of her. He was more like a son to her, and that’s why she always wears a scarf, somebody got to her, before Tiny got to them. It covers the scar.

 

So what happened in Malta? Well Ester made a friend with this Irish woman in Birmingham, the one in England. You know how she likes to have real friends not people sucking up to her son, or trying to get a foot in the door. So when she heard about the triple birth, that was impossible, you’ll have to ask a gyno doctor to explain it. Anyhow Ester prayed like crazy, as only a Jew can pray. And her friend prayed like only an Irish Catholic can. But most of all Rita in Malta who was Mrs Murphy’s friend she prayed like only the Maltese can pray, and after what they put up with from those Nazi SOBs in the war they know how to pray.

 

So these triplets were born in Birmingham, in their Dudley Road hospital. And it was impossible, I can’t explain everything as we haven’t got the time. But it turns out that Rita’s son was the lead gyno  doctor. He had renounced his Faith went his dad had died and he with all his medical knowledge could not save him. But when the triplets were born they each had a Maltese cross birthmark on their shoulder. Mrs Murphy and Rita had met and done a deal, if one helped her friend have a child, just one pregnancy, then Mrs Murphy would pray that her son came back to the Faith.

 

So Almighty God killed two birds with one stone. He sure did, then Ester jumped out of the shadows, she’d flown non stop from Vegas just to be there. Everybody was so excited, Mrs Murphy was crying because she had not kept her side of the bargain. Then the doc revealed himself and it came out that he was Rita’s son. He was an old bachelor, but his nurse had loved him for years. You’re having me on, no for sure, Almighty God was settling all the scores in one day.

 

So they decided to go back to Malta immediately and marry before his old mother died. Only the French air traffic control were on strike, those SOBs are always on strike. So Ester through a bitchy fit, she got Tiny to press the red button on his phone. 14 satellites bleeped and the War Room went to condition amber. He son makes all the military satellites, its a bit like chipping your dog, but with Norad answering.

 

So to keep it short, a Nato war game was interrupted and 4 assault and recovery helicopters descended on down town Birmingham. Took the doc and his crew to Birmingham airport. They put the helicopters on the K734ASD plane and headed for Malta with F15 tomcats as escort. That Zillionaire really loves his mum, and the Joint Chiefs of staff love her too. Mrs Murphy did insist on visiting the duty free at the airport, it frightened a few people, Special Forces ambling through the duty free. But Mrs Mrs Murphy did insist on getting Rita and the soon to be newly weds a few presents. One of the forces chatted up the girl at the checkout and , well that’s another story.

 

My that’s a busy story. It ain’t finished, Ester’s son rang to hire the entire Hilton, only he got suspicious of their tone of voice. So he brought up the Hilton on 3 of his satellites. The Mafia were holding a meeting at the Hilton. When Tiny and the Special forces were informed they just smiled and jump straight out of the plane and cleared the mafia from the Hilton, so it wasn’t a waste of a day as far as Special Forces were concerned.

 

So that’s the end? No. Everything went well and the doc married his nurse in Malta, Rita and Mrs Murphy were overjoyed. Ester’s poker club in Vegas were annoyed because Ester had left them so suddenly. So she set her phone up so that her Vegas friends could play poker against some old Maltese men.

 

It was then that it happened. One of the Mafia had been hiding in a cupboard and sprung out. It was a room full of people and kids too. Tiny was going to do his stuff and save everybody but he was afraid that some kids would get hurt by stray bullets. So he’d have to smother the Mafia guy, Tint would probably die, but everybody would be safe.

 

Ester looked at the statue of the Virgin Mary in the corner of the ballroom, us 2 Jews alone in a room full of Gentiles. Let it be me that dies, I’m old, let it be me not Tiny, he’s like a son to me, he never got that girl he dreamed about. He drew her picture on paper, so pretty, then all red in the left hand side of her face. Please Mary, as one Jew to another, save all these Gentiles.

 

My granny used to ask me to sing for her, why don’t you sing for me.

 

Ester stood up as requested by the only other Jew in the room, so Ester sung something all the Gentiles would love. She sung the Ave Maria, Ester sung the Ave Maria. One by one they all got up and defiantly sung the Ave Maria. The Mafia guy was astounded, a wall of sound, Phil Spector producing Ave Maria.

 

Tiny could see this might give him an edge,and he edged forward ready to leap, ready to save everybody. At that moment Ester’s  prayer was answered, Tiny got to see his girl, for a waitress entered through the far door. She was beautiful beyond compare, and on the left side of her face was a port wine stain birthmark. Now the girl had been teased all her life because of her mark of shame. But she too had had a vision, or rather a voice in a dream. A man from the sea will marry you, the bravest man in the world is the only one good enough for you.

 

At that moment Tiny saw his girl and they both knew the prophecy had been revealed. Would it all end in death. Both begged the Virgin to save the other, let them live even if they died. At that same time  the girl, Rose was her name, she grabbed a saucer and threw it like a frisbee hitting the Mafia guy on his adam’s apple. As he choked Tiny flew with Saint Michael the Archangel himself flapping his wings behind him. The Mafia guy was disarmed and bundled away.

 

So that explains why every Navy Seal in the service is heading for Malta. Its true, we had to ask the Commander in Chief for special permission. He only agreed when we told him that Rose knew Tiny’s service number, she had dreamed it all those years ago.      


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    Nights in Malta ©

     

    By Michael Casey

     

    Before I start I should tell you I had a great week in Malta in 2013 and I long to return, even though it was there that my Arthur my Arthritis started to hit home. I was overjoyed that I could buy Deep Heat in Malta. Now its 4 years on and my unplanned quadruple heart bypass has overtaken me. I was told it was a triple but it was a quadruple I discovered 6 months later.

     

    My cKd needs to be watched too, I’m telling you all this so that you can understand just how important it is to me that I can WRITE, its food for my Spirit even if you lot like it or not. So now I’m going to share part of a story that’ll become part of a chapter in Tears for a Butcher my full length sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker.

     

    Now read on and apologies to Navy Seals everywhere, please don’t leave a horse’s head in my bed, a Subway one foot long sandwich would be better……

     

    So it was all true, Tiny wasn’t mad or just battled out at all, he really was a seer, he saw it all the time, but when he wrote that picture in pencil and crayon the Admiral had to make a decision, so Tiny was grounded, his flippers taken away. So that’s when he became a bodyguard for that zillionaire’s old mum, lucky for there he was there he had to take care of her. He was more like a son to her, and that’s why she always wears a scarf, somebody got to her, before Tiny got to them. It covers the scar.

     

    So what happened in Malta? Well Ester made a friend with this Irish woman in Birmingham, the one in England. You know how she likes to have real friends not people sucking up to her son, or trying to get a foot in the door. So when she heard about the triple birth, that was impossible, you’ll have to ask a gyno doctor to explain it. Anyhow Ester prayed like crazy, as only a Jew can pray. And her friend prayed like only an Irish Catholic can. But most of all Rita in Malta who was Mrs Murphy’s friend she prayed like only the Maltese can pray, and after what they put up with from those Nazi SOBs in the war they know how to pray.

     

    So these triplets were born in Birmingham, in their Dudley Road hospital. And it was impossible, I can’t explain everything as we haven’t got the time. But it turns out that Rita’s son was the lead gyno  doctor. He had renounced his Faith went his dad had died and he with all his medical knowledge could not save him. But when the triplets were born they each had a Maltese cross birthmark on their shoulder. Mrs Murphy and Rita had met and done a deal, if one helped her friend have a child, just one pregnancy, then Mrs Murphy would pray that her son came back to the Faith.

     

    So Almighty God killed two birds with one stone. He sure did, then Ester jumped out of the shadows, she’d flown non stop from Vegas just to be there. Everybody was so excited, Mrs Murphy was crying because she had not kept her side of the bargain. Then the doc revealed himself and it came out that he was Rita’s son. He was an old bachelor, but his nurse had loved him for years. You’re having me on, no for sure, Almighty God was settling all the scores in one day.

     

    So they decided to go back to Malta immediately and marry before his old mother died. Only the French air traffic control were on strike, those SOBs are always on strike. So Ester through a bitchy fit, she got Tiny to press the red button on his phone. 14 satellites bleeped and the War Room went to condition amber. He son makes all the military satellites, its a bit like chipping your dog, but with Norad answering.

     

    So to keep it short, a Nato war game was interrupted and 4 assault and recovery helicopters descended on down town Birmingham. Took the doc and his crew to Birmingham airport. They put the helicopters on the K734ASD plane and headed for Malta with F15 tomcats as escort. That Zillionaire really loves his mum, and the Joint Chiefs of staff love her too. Mrs Murphy did insist on visiting the duty free at the airport, it frightened a few people, Special Forces ambling through the duty free. But Mrs Mrs Murphy did insist on getting Rita and the soon to be newly weds a few presents. One of the forces chatted up the girl at the checkout and , well that’s another story.

     

    My that’s a busy story. It ain’t finished, Ester’s son rang to hire the entire Hilton, only he got suspicious of their tone of voice. So he brought up the Hilton on 3 of his satellites. The Mafia were holding a meeting at the Hilton. When Tiny and the Special forces were informed they just smiled and jump straight out of the plane and cleared the mafia from the Hilton, so it wasn’t a waste of a day as far as Special Forces were concerned.

     

    So that’s the end? No. Everything went well and the doc married his nurse in Malta, Rita and Mrs Murphy were overjoyed. Ester’s poker club in Vegas were annoyed because Ester had left them so suddenly. So she set her phone up so that her Vegas friends could play poker against some old Maltese men.

     

    It was then that it happened. One of the Mafia had been hiding in a cupboard and sprung out. It was a room full of people and kids too. Tiny was going to do his stuff and save everybody but he was afraid that some kids would get hurt by stray bullets. So he’d have to smother the Mafia guy, Tint would probably die, but everybody would be safe.

     

    Ester looked at the statue of the Virgin Mary in the corner of the ballroom, us 2 Jews alone in a room full of Gentiles. Let it be me that dies, I’m old, let it be me not Tiny, he’s like a son to me, he never got that girl he dreamed about. He drew her picture on paper, so pretty, then all red in the left hand side of her face. Please Mary, as one Jew to another, save all these Gentiles.

     

    My granny used to ask me to sing for her, why don’t you sing for me.

     

    Ester stood up as requested by the only other Jew in the room, so Ester sung something all the Gentiles would love. She sung the Ave Maria, Ester sung the Ave Maria. One by one they all got up and defiantly sung the Ave Maria. The Mafia guy was astounded, a wall of sound, Phil Spector producing Ave Maria.

     

    Tiny could see this might give him an edge,and he edged forward ready to leap, ready to save everybody. At that moment Ester’s  prayer was answered, Tiny got to see his girl, for a waitress entered through the far door. She was beautiful beyond compare, and on the left side of her face was a port wine stain birthmark. Now the girl had been teased all her life because of her mark of shame. But she too had had a vision, or rather a voice in a dream. A man from the sea will marry you, the bravest man in the world is the only one good enough for you.

     

    At that moment Tiny saw his girl and they both knew the prophecy had been revealed. Would it all end in death. Both begged the Virgin to save the other, let them live even if they died. At that same time  the girl, Rose was her name, she grabbed a saucer and threw it like a frisbee hitting the Mafia guy on his adam’s apple. As he choked Tiny flew with Saint Michael the Archangel himself flapping his wings behind him. The Mafia guy was disarmed and bundled away.

     

    So that explains why every Navy Seal in the service is heading for Malta. Its true, we had to ask the Commander in Chief for special permission. He only agreed when we told him that Rose knew Tiny’s service number, she had dreamed it all those years ago.      

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    Friday, 1 July 2022

    my little bit is Poetry

    my little bit is Poetry

    my little bit is Poetry. KJ whom I used to work with once said almost Poetic when I showed him something, this is 30 years ago

    Anyway I woke up with “my little bit is Poetry” in my head so I’ll write something down later. Once the attack of Tinnitus has lessened, it really is like waking up in a war zone, trust me, I hate it, and it really is killing me.

    Basically we are all almost nothing, but put is together we ARE something

    So everybody keep on Praying in any form you pray for Putin’s insanity to end

    World Starvation for his Vanity

    Together all believers can defeat him

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    Thursday, 30 June 2022

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

    Never Discarded, Never  Unloved  10th June 2021 ©

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    Michael Casey

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    You were loved before you were even born

     

    You were supported even when you thought you were all alone

     

    Don’t on your luck, or flat on your back

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    Battered and Bleeding, your thoughts swimming against the tide

     

    Ashamed and rushing for somewhere to hide

     

    Rage and Anger boiling inside

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    Broken and on the scrapheap, only seeing defeat

     

    Clothes torn and soiled, worse than any child

     

    Tears falling like a waterfall to nowhere

     

    You cower and hide under the stairs

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    You spiral ever downwards, despair like a comfy chair

     

    You sit in it, you bury yourself in it

     

    You wish you could fall down the back of the sofa

     

    To hide your despair, being sat upon like a chair

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    You are down in the pit, the darkness everywhere

    You are battered and broken, wanting to hide

     

    There is no hope, there is no light, and worse

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    And on the circle, the big dipper goes

     

    You are a passenger on a circus ride, your heart lost inside

     

    You are not in charge, you are glued to despair

     

    On and on you ride, an empty husk

     

    Like a baby abandoned in a wicker basket

     

    About to go over the waterfall

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    Then the love, from Prayers and Family

     

    And from the scruffiest of nurses brings you back

     

    You are in the pit, the very darkest bottom of it

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    It’s a long hard journey back

     

    To trust again, to love again

     

    You comb your hair again

     

    You smile again, you’re not so timid any more

     

    The wolf has been tamed, you are no longer

     

    Hiding in your little red hiding hood

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    The sun appears, it pushed back your fears

    Timid smiles, and little laughs crack the darkness

     

    Of your face, the sunshine appears on your lips

     

    You even dance and sway your hips

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    Slowly confidence, replaces apprehension

     

    You learn to live again, to smile again

     

    The clouds in your heart are blown gently away

     

    The storm of sadness has been quelled

     

    The dark glasses have been replaced with sunshine

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    So, on it goes, sometimes backwards a step

     

    But now your mind and heart and soul

     

    Is on the future, you have climbed out of the pit

     

    And now as you walk away from it

     

    It is being forgotten and filled in

     

    Life and Laughter demolish it

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    So, remember you were always loved

     

    Even if you could not see it

     

    From before you were born you were loved

     

    First by  your mother, and even afterwards

     

    When she was not there

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved

     

    You were always loved

     

    Love is eternal, so from the first spark

     

    Of Creation itself, there is the wealth of Love

     

    And people still pray for you after you are gone

     

    Love, laughter and memories carry on

     

    All Creation carries on, one generation after another

     

    We look forward to our Futures, never forgetting the past

     

    We have climbed out of the bog, and through the fog

     

    To form family and creation

     

    For Love really does conquer all

     

    We are all, no matter how bad or sad

     

    Never Discarded, Never Unloved.



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    Tuesday, 28 June 2022

    Geography and Sociology gone just French left

    Geography and Sociology gone just French left

    the A level notes are gone, that's what I'm talking about

    Accosted an Indian lady parked outside  the house

    So India 2 , French 1

    So any of you Francophiles in the neighbour just knock my door

    and Allo Allo to you, take my French away

    The room is so much more tidier now

    If only my Tinnitus would disappear so easily

    as for my shoulder pain, incroyable as the French might say

    pain brings tears to my eyes

    maybe  my writing does that to you

    because you think its POOH

    you are all so  C R U E L

    anyway Fatima.pt live

    https://www.fatima.pt/en/pages/online-transmissions 

    and Lourdes 

    https://www.directfromlourdes.com/lourdes_live_tv

    and Mecca

    https://mecca.net/mecca-live-prayers/


    are all online and probably other Faiths too

    but even if the pub is your place of prayer

    ALL of us can say from the Heart

    Putin Go Back to Hell

    People need to pray hard for all of it to FINISH

    before it spreads out of Ukraine and even more suffer

    Peace be Upon All the World

    In any and all Faiths and Languages




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    Monday, 27 June 2022

    Who ate all the Pies?

     So Russia invades and what does it do

    It destroys everything it cannot eat

    Now it steals Ukraine's Wheat

    and all the World starves

    SO everybody Pray Putin goes away soon




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