Friday, 7 July 2023

Pink Ears

Pink Ears

Pink Ears

I’m back home after a trip to West Brom to have my ears looked at

The girl was very good, and I’ll show my ears to a consultant next

Had hearing test, a full proper professional one

Tinnitus is still a curse, but making some progress

Pink is singing now, and she is so good

I wouldn’t say bad anyway, as Pink would just smack me

she’s a very strong lady in every sense of the word

I’ve gone Unlimited on the Amazon Music

so I’ll work my way through her albums

I won’t be a beautiful stranger to her

my youngest is in London for a concert

students go everywhere

Still hope I win the lottery so I can chip in more

for my daughters’ future

I know my own future, I read my horoscope

so here again is It’s All in The Stars

especially for the nice lady on Reception at the clinic

and any other stray Medical people

I wrote this 25 years ago, I cannot believe it

typos included from this copy

Michael Casey

13/06/98

                       Its All In The Stars ©

                              By

                         Michael  Casey

          Louise  just  loved  to  read her stars  in  the  papers  ,  but

gradually  she  became disillusioned ,  they were  too  inaccurate  ,  too

general ,  she wanted more detail ,  a personal touch , she wanted to know

how her life would be .  Not “you’ll have a happy day today ,  a  surprize

could be on its way.” She wanted more , so she went to see a clairvoyant ,

the  clairvoyant   was a gypsie who had pitched her caravan  in  the  Bull

Ring.  Louise happened to be there buying new knickers for herself outside

Saint  Martins  church when she spotted the sign saying “fortunes  told  ,

cheap prices , under a fiver to know your future . “

           So grasping her knickers in the carrier  she climbed  the  four

steps into the caravan .  The fortune teller looked like a rugby player in

drag ,  but thats normal for fortune tellers ,  so Louise wasn’t afraid  .

She  had  30  mins before she had to get back to  Stats  and  some  report

writing  for  Derek  the boss .  The bells of  Saint  Martin  peeled  ,  a

lunchtime service was about to begin , as for Louise she held her breath ,

what would the future bring ?

       Michael also wanted to know the future .  He read his stars  avidly

in the papers ,  he’d buy his shopping in Safeways , then once through the

checkout he’d read his stars in all the newspapers , before discarding the

papers  and leaving with just his shopping ,  the papers in a heap at  his

feet . He always hoped the stars would tell him when he’d meet the love of

his life ,  what he failed to notice was that while he had his head in the

newspaper  ,  pretty  women were standing right next to him  browsing  the

womens magazines . If only he looked up from the stars .  

           Fate would bring these two together , in fact they lived in the

same street , but their paths had never crossed , Michael lived at number

10  and Louise lived in number 25 .  Michael had been a computer  operator

for 20 years but when the job ended he took the first job that came along

, so now he was a security guard , not one of those thick ones in uniforms

,  no he was a guard in the new Travel lodge hotel on Broad street  ,  the

biggest hotel in the city .  He wore a suit and had a nice badge with  his

name  on  it ,  and he had a nice slim radio .  So he was an  upper  class

security guard .  It was the perfect job for him because he liked  meeting

people and having a gossip .

           The fortune teller had told Louise ,  that she’d meet  somebody

strong  and  reliable ,  though perhaps a little  boring  ,  things  would

happen suddenly and she’d be swept off her feet .  Louise liked strong men

why  she’d  been to see the Chippendales four times ,  so  she  smiled  to

herself as she left the caravan ,  clutching her carrier of knickers.  The

months  passed  and still Louise hadn’t found her Mr Reliable  ,  she  got

offers  of course ,  she enjoyed strutting her stuff in pubs all over  the

Black Country her and her friend Mary .  Only the offers were always  from

men just past their sell  by date , men who would buy you a pint and a bag

of  chips and then want to feel more than your hips as she danced  to  70s

Glamrock .  So Louise said “Sod It !” , as she slapped another man across

the face .  Why couldn’t men be Gay without being Gay ,  you know Gay  men

treated you like a lady and didn’t grope . Just why couldn’t one like that

turn up .

         Michael finished another 12 hour shift and was  wandering  around

  his  flat  naked ,  scatching his bum and drinking another 2  litres  of

  coca cola .  He switched the telly on and surfed teletext , his HiFi was

  on too playing Genesis ,  he always read the news on all channels before

reading his stars on ITV channel 4 , channel 5 and Sky . His whole working

life involved working odd hours with even odder people , so he’d never met

anybody  who would put up with his lifestyle . Now 40 was on the horizon ,

was  he  clutching at straws hoping against hope by reading  his  stars  to

cheer himself up . Jo from the kitchen had given him a Xmas card saying “I

hope  the  girl of your dreams find you in 98 ” ,  and the year  was  half

over. Michael sighed , at least he could have a quiet cry while he watched

weepies  on  Sky and the other channels .  Little Women  was  perhaps  his

favourite film  ,  the ending where the Professor says he has empty hands

,  he has nothing to give ,  but the girl gave him her hands and said “now

they are full” .  His own father had nothing when he met his mom , yet she

married him ,  and yet he married her and her false teeth ,  and they went

on to have six children .  So Michael watched and weeped ,  at least there

was refuge and solace in prayer , he had taken up regular prayer when he’d

read about Padre PIO,and when  his mother died , and to his surprize  his  faith  got

stronger .  But still he longed for company , to talk with , to laugh with

,  to cry with ,  and to wake up with . So he prayed and read his stars in

equal dozes .

        Louise slammed the door of her flat ,  and rearranged her  blouse,

that bastard had more hands than an octopus , he’d left his thumb print on

her boob too ,  and the bra strap was broken too . She have to go down the

Bull Ring on Monday and get herself a new red bra ,  and new red  knickers

too , it was a matching set after all . She flicked on the telly , Central

Weekend was still on ,  Russell Grant was on ,  so she didn’t switch off .

He was saying that a proper reading involved study .  Louise examined  her

bruised boob as he talked ,  still listening she practised her  undressing

technique ,  it’d been in Mary’s Cosmo three months before , so she’d been

practising it . Once she met a Gay man who wasn’t Gay , he’d have the full

benefit of it ,  it was all about pleasing him ,  so to please yourself  ,

that’s  how Cosmo explained it .  So there she was naked before her  telly

with  just Russell Grant smiling at her ,  “And its about  examining  your

potential and optimizing your best  bits ” ,  Louise was examing her  boob

again ,  and her bum , she found another bruise there . So it was standing

naked before Russell Grant and a studio audience that she decided to do it

herself ,she’d go to the library and dig out some books . She’d form  her

own future , she’d caste her own fortune .

          Michael dried the tears from his eyes , and switched the tv off,

scratched  his bum ,  then got into bed .  If only a millionnairess  would

stop at the hotel and fall in love with him ,  well it  happened  in films

didn’t  it  .  His  stars had been contradictory as usual  ,  so  he  just

believed the nice ones . Louise had been switched off the telly when she’d

glanced out of her window ,  only to see a naked man get into bed. Michael

was afraid of the dark you see ,  so he always left a chink in his curtain

,  and Louise by chance or was it fate ? She had seen him , he was fat and

very hairy , but at least he had a big chest , she just loved men with big

chests . So sniggering Louise headed for her own bed .

          The following Monday Louise dashed up to the Library and got  as

many do it yourself Horoscopes books as she could find .  There were  five

in  fact . She’d read them all then photocopy the best bits on  the  works

photocopier .  No more newspapers for her ,  she’d do it herself , she had

five minutes left of her lunch hour so she went and got a new matching bra

and  knickers from the Bull Ring ,  and some grapes too ,  she just  loved

grapes .  Somebody was selling a telescope too ,  so on impulse she bought

that too , it was only a fiver . She be able to gaze up at the stars .

          Michael had a nice day at the hotel , people seemed to like him,

well in five minute doses that is ,a millionairess did stop at the hotel ,

only she was a bitch , who knew she was rich and beautiful and intelligent

and  she  wanted the whole world to know it .  If only she had a  dose  of

humility  that’d change her thought Michael ,  if she’d been through  what

he’d  been through ,  being ill was like being gang raped ,  and it  lasted

weeks ,  and then you took weeks to recover ,  and then once you went back

to  work you had the stigma for the rest of your life .  Yes ,  being  ill

would  be perfect for this rich millionairess ,  a dose of humility was  a

good  thing .  Michael prefered the way he was now ,  compared to his  old

self years and years ago.  But Michael smiled and carried all her shopping

and put it into a waiting taxi ,  as she swore at him for not being  quick

enough  .  But  his stars had said “You will be mixing with the  rich  and

famous”, and so he was , by carrying her bags .  

             Louise dashed home with her carrier full of library  books  ,

she’d know her future tonight , she was a bit impetous at times , so she’d

work out her future tonight .  She saw the light go on in Michael’s flat ,

and  she did have a telescope ,  so she gave into temptation and spied  on

him . He was nice , very nice , then she nearly dropped the telescope , he

had a horrid birthmark on his left shoulder , a brown stain all covered in

hair . He was a bit like the elephant man , Louise laughed , and then went

back  to  her  books .  As for Michael he put the Disney  channel  on  and

watched Beauty and the Beast ,  he could empathise with the Beast  ,  he’d

been called a beast himself because of his birthmark ,  girls had run away

from  him because of it .They could put up with him being fat ,  but  the

birthmark as well ,  that was too much . So Michael watched Beauty and the

Beast and cried and cried ,  some say a man should not cry ,  but  Michael

knew that was bollocks , it was good to be in touch with your emotions , a

good  cry  cleanses  then system .  Recently  he’d  started  listening  to

ClassicFM ,  cos one of the cleaners had told him about it , and that made

him cry too , how could just a few violins and so forth touch your soul in

seconds .  But it was nice ,  besides they’d never be anybody there to see

him cry , so he could be true to his soul , and cry and cry . Humility had

been forced upon him by being ill ,  but once he had it he found it suited

him  ,  he always empathised with the scum of society ,  he always  sided

with the underdog , because you are scum , when you’ve been ill .

         Louise looked up from her books ,  she’d spent five hours reading

the  future was hers ,  she picked up the telescope again ,  this time  to

look for Uranous , but the sky had clouded over . So she watched Michael’s

bum  as he got into bed .  Louise spent weeks reading ,  she even went  to

West Bromwich library in search of books ,  she was confident she knew she

always be ok for money ,  and that was all that mattered as far as she was

concerned  ,  so long as she could pay the bloody mortgage and could  feed

her cat Sam .  One night Mary couldn’t come on the razzle ,  strutting her

stuff  with Louise ,  and as Louise had a bit of a cold she stayed in  and

watched the telly .  Elephant Man was on , the music was good , but Louise

hated the black and white ,  and was going to switch it off ,  but it  was

compelling  in a horrile sort of way .  As she watched she looked out  the

window and could see naked Michael , she laughed , then looked back at the

Elephant Man , then she laughed “Elephant Man lives over the road , Sam” ,

then the music touched her ,  she felt guilty ,  a silent tear fell .  She

couldn’t  bear her guilt so she got up and switched the telly  off  ,  she

didn’t  have a remote control .  She put HeartFM on loud to cheer  herself

up,  but her eyes were drawn over the road towards Michael’s back , so she

picked  up the telescope .  “It’s not that bad I suppose ,  if I were  his

girlfriend  I’d shave it .” Then she dropped the telescope ,  and  reached

for  her chocolate , and soon forgot him , HeartFM was great .

         Hazel had the flu , so would anybody like a ticket to see Phantom

of The Opera . So as it was free Louise had it , she liked classical music

too as well as glam rock , so it would be a night out for her and Mary .

The Phantom was great , a bit like Disney’s Beauty and the Beast really or

even  the  Hunchback Of NotreDame ,  about  love  crossing  insurmountable

barriers .  Michael had once said to his mom ,  that he wasn’t good enough

for  anybody  ,  and his mother had chided that of course he  was  ,  Love

Conquers All was her message .  And so was the message of Phantom . Louise

ate  her chips on the bench outside the Hippodrome ,  her mind troubled  ,

Mary  thought  she was a bit quiet .  Louise lied and said  she  was  only

tired.  But once home she got her telescope out and watched Michael’s back

as  she played tghe CD of the show that she’d bought .Guilt  overcame  her

and she cried , she cried just like a little girl .

               Now sometimes fate cannot wait no longer it bursts  on  the

scene  ,  it  demands attention .  Louise was returning the books  to  the

library  ,  she had just bought more knickers from the  Bull Ring . It was

while she was crossing the road at the top of Hill Street that she  nearly

walked under a bus ,  had it not been for a strong hand pulling at her bra

strap she would have been dead .  “Pervert” was on her lips ,  as she fell

backwards , but the noise and shadow of the bus drownd her words.

“I could have been killed , ” she stuttered , as she got to her feet .

“That’s why I grabbed you ,  your bra strap was what saved you , ” replied

Michael .

Louise looked up to see who had saved her ,  she looked deep into his eyes

,  his child like eyes .  She screamed and fainted ,  he caught her in his

strong arms . A full minute later she opened her eyes .

“But  its  you ,  I’ve never seen you with your clothes  on,  ”  stammered

Louise .

“Pardon ? ” replied Michael not knowing her guilt secret .

“You  see  ,  we are neighbours in Miracle Road  Bearwood  ,  ”  explained

Louise.

“Here’s your knickers ,” replied Michael as he picked up her carrier  abnd

its spilled contents .

“But  ,  you  saved my life ,  ” said Louise ,  before smothering  him  in

kisses, he had saved her life after all .

“Let’s  go for a coffee in Dunkin Donuts ,  ” suggested Michael “you  have

had  a shock after all .

        And so that was how they finally met , it was all in the stars , I

think they went on to have twelve children and lived happily ever after  ,

you get a lot of family allowance with twelve children after all .

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there was a dancing small child and I told her about

The Look and Remember Game

Just look for 5 seconds, then try to remember what you have seen

With your eyes shut

Its just a game but it trains your brain

Maybe one day she’ll be a Doctor…..

Thursday, 6 July 2023

doing my head in

doing my head in

i got up early for a few hours

then the sledgehammer to my head

and no Mylie was not dancing around my living room

just Tinnitus then left shoulder pain

so i went to bed, my last refuge

though my new bedroom curtains did cheer me up

I am a simple man after all.

Sleep, the waking up

With an earthquake in my head

Its been tha way for hours now

The wind outside on our hill, I live on a very steep hill

so its very windy here , which drives my Tinnitus insane

Hope you all liked yesterday's piece

I've been enjoying the music

I have to have music on constantly

like a Roman shield SPQR defending me

from the bastard Tinnitus

Taylor Swift's last 3 albums get played constantly

her lad no longer works at ou local chip shop

and she does not do the High Dusting any more

Mylie would be a distraction

She's always dressed for bedroom action or for GLOW

I'll leave the rest to your imagination

I'd submit straight away, no need to batter me

Life has done that already, I am flat on the canvas too

an oil painting ready, just hang me well on a wall

no frame required, just rough and ready, and scarred





Wednesday, 5 July 2023

Explaining Laughter

Explaining Laughter ©

By 
Michael Casey

I’ve just been watching GLOW on tv. a comedy about Women’s Wrestling, a great ensemble cast, 90% women I suppose. Go watch it. Now before my Tinnitus picks up or before my left shoulder tries to kill me again, real injuries not fake as in GLOW, I’m going to try and explain a few things.

Words are the beginning, without the Writer there is Nothing. But then a good actress as in GLOW will make those words GLOW, and Sparkle. And the opposite is true also, BAD ACTORS can destroy a show. BUT if the Writing is RUBBISH then nothing can put GLOW in a show, it’s dead like a Dead Donkey. So, it’s a combination, you have to mix and match, that’s where casting is so important too. Now I speak all this because, I have been writing a very long time now. And watching too many films too. You have the director who directs the actor, to encourage the actor to push it to the limit. You have the art director, who if I’m correct in explaining the title, the guy who frames the picture, how nice it looks. Then you have sound, AND WE ALL HATE MUMBLING FOR ATMOSPHERE.

We want to hear and see our actors doing their stuff. And on it goes, till you finally have a great tv show, or film. But then again it’s the Writer who matters most, or maybe I’m just boasting. I’ve written a ton of stuff, and I’ve only slowed down because of Tinnitus and Pain. Right now as I talk to you I’m hurrying before the Iron Curtain of  Pain comes down. And yes I do love my new bedroom curtains, and yes I used to go to the Theatre a lot too, many years ago, and as you know I studied Shakespeare at the Open University for a year, 30 years ago.

So that’s my background. Now am I joking or am I teasing when I say things? Like I want a speed typist, then maybe I go on to have 4 kids, Mathew Mark Luke & John.
Well, what do you think?  It’s a running Gag, but it’s almost on my Bucket List. So, there’s Pathos, who is not one of the Musketeers. And if you knew how much pain I have on a daily basis, and how much noise in my head. Then maybe you’d be more understanding. Or do you like your Comedy straight.

There are no rules to comedy. Just is it funny. I used to work in a hotel for 3 years, so I met 100s of people daily, so I had plenty of practice, maybe 100,000 interactions. Robin used to say, what did he say, what did he say, as people were laughing. It’s all just Practice. Later on I’d be cleaning toilets in bedrooms for Vicky, while she did the bedroom itself. Then I’d put my jacket and tie back on and do Front of House at the CPNEC Birmingham. It was the hardest job of my life, but the most FUN.

So, with a guest you have to read them, and speak so as to match the guest. And find a way to relax them and make them happy, and humour works, even if I had to use French or Spanish. Jokes, stories are the same, you have to match the words to a story. Different words for different occasions, some words work and others don’t.

A priest will use holy words, that can be very very boring. You can touch, influence more people with humour in my opinion. No, we don’t need Dave Allen in every pulpit, but words and message matter. I’m a Secret Sermon Reviewer also. As boring as Hell, sends people in that direction. And by the same token, a rude and crude man, who says (*&* a lot, is more pious that any hypocrite priest or congregation. Judge by what people actually do, not all the pretence.

Now what really bores me, is stand-up on tv, where they swear a lot, because they have no material. Which reminds me Singapore has suddenly become my big big reader, or maybe just Singapore IP hidden, maybe they are STEALING everything, wherever they really are. In yesterday’s film The Family, De Nero said &*^^ a lot, and each time in Luc Besson’s film it had a different meaning the same word *&^^
BUT IT WAS FUNNY.

So, context matters, so I have new curtains and I’m so happy with them today, but what if I die in the night, and sometimes the pain is so much, yes really. So, I’m dead in bed in the morning, and my kids say. Is Curtains for Dad, he is dead. It’s funny, it’s Black Humour. And ignorant woke kids, don’t misunderstand ignorantly and  deliberately what the Black is in Black Humour. Same as I live next to the Black Country, in the Midlands England, please don’t give me a lecture on Civil Rights, get a few books out and Learn some History.

But nobody bothers with anything, it’s the Twitter generation, who would rather stoke a fire based on ignorance. Empty Vessels make Most Sound. A quiet word, using influence is the best way to be. It’s a Truism, more Social Media, makes People more Anti-Social. I should carry on with this, but 900 words have just past, and my Tinnitus is whistling, so I may give you Part II another day. But it was nice for me, to write something instead of Bullet Points. Or don’t you give a (*&&, now that’s Irony explained to Americans.



so Singapore is making a play for Cartoons made from Words site

so Singapore is making a play for Cartoons made from Words , my backup site

you could claim this peak by the weekend, if you want bragging rights

as for me I have new bedroom curtains

just in case you buy that house near me and try to spy with binoculars

black on the reverse

but Totoro our cat will no doubt attack the curtains looking for takeaway dinner

the other curtains were 5 years old, since we moved here

and thanks again Jeff Bezo for the curtains too

he gets everywhere with his van 

So SINGAPORE PUBLISHERS you could publish me, even in a Manga Comic format

or do you have no imagination?

a bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush 




Tuesday, 4 July 2023

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So SINGAPORE PUBLISHERS you could publish me, even in a Manga Comic format

or do you have no imagination?

a bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush 




Tuesday, 4 July 2023

4th of July 2023 look

4th of July 2023 look

my daughter got a Body Shop box from her aunty  to celebrate her BioChem degree result



so this is me on.  the sofa, we watched The Family by Luc Besson on tv

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