Wednesday, 25 June 2025

Slim Michael The Fat Man, something from 6 years ago, you were just reading this, it made me laugh and cry

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Slim Michael The Fat Man

michaelgcasey Uncategorized 19/09/2019 5 Minutes

Slim Michael The Fat Man ©

Michael Casey

Michael was called Slim because he was fat, he was even nagged to take exercise but he did not. He just ambled along with his shopping and sometimes he walked through the park on his way home with his shopping. The Council in their wisdom had made the park pathways thinner, probably as it would cost less to repair them in them in the Future. All this meant that Michael got abuse for blocking the path as joggers passed by. If you jog you’ll add 5 years to your life span, but they spent 5 years jogging, so what was the point of that, they should just stay at home and read a book as they stroked the cat or dog.

Over the years Michael got to know the know the joggers, he’d stop on a bench for a rest from carrying all the shopping as they jogged past. Hello Slim the nasty ones called him, he just waved at them, using 2 fingers, but only behind their back. There were a few lady joggers too, and one even smiled at Michael, so that was nice. She was perfect in Michael’s eyes, nice and tall and curvy with red hair, and yes he enjoyed watching everything bounce as she went by, and her rear was a delight too. He was only human after all, just as the Rag and Bone man sung as his scrap van snailed by the streets. The Rag and Bone man had heard the singer of the same name, so he had adopted the song as his own. Just as this writer and friend adopted Smooth Operator by Sade when we were all Computer Operators 40 years ago.

Lucy was the name of Michael’s jogger, she dropped her house keys and her name was on a key ring. So as she jogged away Michael picked it up and shouted after her, only his mind spoke the words from his heart. Juicy Lucy your Keys, so she turned around angrily at him, so Michael waved her keys and she came back. She’ gone a fair distance, so by the time she’d sprinted back she was out of breath. Did you really call me Juicy? Michael blushed. I had to get your attention, I couldn’t run after you carrying all this shopping. Michael handed her back her keys, Lucy took them and instinctively kissed him on the cheek by way of thanks. Juicy Lucy thanks you, she then said with a smile and laughed, mum will laugh when I tell her. Michael smiled and blushed, and watched her bum bounce away.

Now Lucy was all alone, with just her mum and a cat called Sam, as she showered she thought of Michael and his shopping bags, she laughed. And that was how their friendship began, a dropped set of keys. So in future Lucy would stop to chat, while still running on the spot, so Michael would give her a Mars bar to eat, so give her some energy.

As she eating her Mars bar and Michael thinking things a gentleman should not think, Poetry was in Motion after all, and running on the spot too, a little old lady collapsed in front of them. Michael had learnt First Aid for his job as security guard so he sprung into action, mouth to mouth and all that. He did pass the little old ladies false teeth to Lucy to hold, as he did CPR. He then commanded Lucy to ring for an ambulance and race to the edge of the park to guide them to where they were. So that was how Michael saved the little old lady’s life. As the ambulance drove her away Lucy gave Michael a big kiss on the lips. You were great, you saved her, then Lucy kissed him again. Michael blushed, you’ve kissed me 3 times now. When you dropped your keys and just now, but I’ve never kissed you. Well kiss me then replied Lucy, so Michael kissed her, with all his heart.

So by saving an old woman Michael has gained a young woman. Lucy looked into his hazel eyes, he really was the man with the child in his eyes, and she decided on the spot as she laughed at the Mars bar her lips had smeared on his lips, that he was the One.

Michael took her home and she helped him carry the shopping, she didn’t realise just how heavy it was, it was full of tins of dog food for Spot his dog. Spot licked Lucy’s face, he was after the chocolate on her lips, he’d also noticed the old woman’s false teeth still in Lucy’s hand. Michael and Lucy laughed again, and kissed again. The damn had been burst. The next day they visited the old woman in hospital and returned her teeth. You are such a lovely couple, how long have you been married she asked, both of them blushed and laughed, then they kissed again. A few months later the old lady died, she was 87 after all, at the funeral a man in a suit came up to them and gave them some keys, a keyring with Lucy and Michael on it and a fluffy yellow ball for the cat to play with. You see the old lady had a house and she left it to them.

Michael married Lucy and the Joggers all came in their jogging things, they were doing a half marathon for charity immediately afterwards. Michael and Lucy moved into the big house, it had 7 bed rooms, just like the house in nanny McFee. Michael really wasn’t that fat, he was very strong after carrying all tins of dog food home through the park. They did not think they’d ever need 7 bedrooms but Nature soon found an answer for that. Lucy gave up jogging, she was busy running up and downstairs and in the garden, what with the 2 cats and 2 dogs and 5 children. Michael gave up carrying tins of dog food, he got Ocado to deliver instead. Carrying his kids on his back, and giving them swings which is children’s alcohol, kept him busy. Then carrying all the children’s books all over the house.

I did lie, Lucy did still do some jogging, she’d put on her jogging clothes and would say to the children in the living room, stay here me and daddy are going to do some jogging, then daddy and mummy would do several laps around their bedroom upstairs, as the kids chanted BOY, GIRL, from the living room below. All of this kind of jogging added 30 years to Michael and Lucy’s lives.

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Art of Noise

I should know with Tinnitus

I got up for breakfast

And a haggle with Meta AI

Meta says I'm Poetical

I have been in love with words for 57 years now

So I should be

Meta is Linear

And lacks the skills wordy people have

so I'd love to teach it for MONEY

as I spend my final years fighing Tinnitus

IT would be fun

and I'd give it a Soul

Because you cannot stop it

So influence it is my idea

My dad said 40 years ago, yes 40 years ago

That Automation would ruin the world

But you cannot stop it ,

so influence it

and YES, everybody will have to have

a STIPEND or Pocket Money

to prevent rioting in the streets

Billionaires will disagree

BUT REALITY BITES

I've just been triggered by a wiff of air freshener

so my head is screaming

I wish I was not so sensitive to everything

but these past few years that's what I've become

like god but without any power

I'm like an over sensitive weather cock on top of a roof

Or inside my head

So playing with AI is fun for me

And I know I can teach it so much

Otherwise its just a juke box playing songs

without having any ears to understand the words

So Mark Zuckerberg or Gemini

you have to pay for my experience

A hotel is more than a bed and a bath

And I did 3 years in a 4 star deluxe hotel

And what did the guests say

The best thing about the hotel

was ME

so PAY ME, to Teach AI

I'm sensitive with three breasts

My heania though my quadruple heart bypass scar

makes me even more full of

The Milk of Human Kindness

And AI needs that, not just biting the nipples

that feed it

Tuesday, 24 June 2025

as you know I dream of a nice house

i just spotted one we could just afford

so if you want to buy our house

get in touch

mZ or COBOL I'll sell it to you cheaply

the next house will be the final house

it's around the corner from where my big sister used to live

But the Tinnitus in my head has been horrendous

so be quick

all my readers out there, I'll throw in my sofa too

is there an open door out there

its been horrendous

so much noise in my head

how i survive i don't know

if the undertaker turned up, I'd say welcome

yes as bad as that and worse

shoulder hurting too

how padre pio survived i have no clue

meta ai was a distraction for a bit

telling ai it was a twit

but being a tutor to it would be a lot of fun

but it's more likely MZ or COBOL

will just slap my bare backside

with a wet lettuce

homage to a famous british comedian

can you guess who

Another Day in Paradise

Head exploding

Left shoulder screaming

BUT

I'm happy cos

a TON of downloads in Multiple Languages overnight

My body heat is reactivating the pain killer on my shoulder

and the fumes go in my eye

so my left eye is streaming

Obviously I'm a big girls blouse compared to real suffering

but you try a decade of it, and see how you feel

331933

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Medjugorje

you can read it for yourself, believe or not believe, its up to. you

BUT with the world screaming for Peace, and feed the hungry

and macho nonsense wasting TRILLIONS on WAR

a bit of Mary is what the world needs

Anyway

I'm just a gorilla with a Rosary

but in between all the jokes and laughter on my websites

I do wish people did love their neighbour

My generation was Education

this generation is Medicine of all sorts

and we began in a Manger , my mother's generation

By Michael Casey

Let my tears be my words

Let the candle light be my eyes

Let the flowers in bloom be my lips

Let their scent be my blood

Let the wind be my breath

Let clouds be my mood

Let children’s laughter be my hope

Let widows’ sighs be my conscience

Let a stranger’s prayers be my delight

Let the bees be my wisdom

Let the trees be my strength

Let my patience reach to the stars

Let me be always remembered in your prayers

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I've updated this 15th Sept 2024 I'm Michael Casey from Birmingham England, the fat silver haired writer in shades. Beware of Others with the EXACT SAME NAME, they are not me, and would not want to be me ... use Google UK to find me, otherwise Posh Americans pop up I've done loads of writing, about 3,000,000 Words worth over 36years now But before I started to write, I LISTENED to BBC Radio 4 for 20 years, from the age of 10 or younger Frank Brown our lodger, went back to County Tyrone and he gifted us his Bush Radio. He'd be nearly 102 now if he is still alive, so say a prayer for him 56 years in love with words, and I still look so dashing. I have a picture in the attic, just like Dorian Gray I've also had an interest in Politics for 56 years with my dad heckling the tv and Politicians. I almost immediately had a hit, a play called Shoplife was accepted but not finally produced by a Theatre. The Kenneth More Theatre, so thank them for sparing you all. This was back in 1989 yes, 35 years ago, the play was written in 1988. So since then I'm more than good enough, as a writer. Anything else..... I also ignore those who just cannot write, pick your own candidate I tend to write Comedy as I'd rather make you laugh than cry I have written over 2000 short pieces of writing, yes 2000 " (c) by Michael Casey" If you include "chats" 5000 samples, all told, the chats do NOT go into my books when I compile them. My first book ,a full length comedy/drama is The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker You can read translations of it here on this site Up to 20 different languages/translations have been read on the same day via this site, here on Wordpress look fo Translations Galore page, and more And in over 167 Countries world wide too so you have no excuse, find your own language and read The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker or Quick Stories or any other of the books in Translation on my Wordpress This proves to me that the humour does travel I have readers in over 167 countries now, just to repeat myself From Nepal to American Samoa and all places North South East and West Or its just a hit man on the run, or whatever Unknown Region Means It may also mean that only non English Speakers like my stuff Coverage but lacking penetration as marketing folks might say I did get 21,000 readers in 3 weeks for the Polish version of In Search of an Indian Princess. which is basically the final 3 chapters of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker all by word of mouth. And 50,000 plus in Christmas week 2021 If you add up all the downloads from my Wordpress + 13,000 when somebody stole the file. I have had more copies than Boris Johnson's Churchill book distributed. Maybe 40,000 copies . Not made a penny from it, free downloads in multiple languages. Reverse Logic, if the world knows me, eventually somebody will pay me But in reality I'll be dead first, and then just 2 pennies to pay the ferryman is enough I've cut the Plaudits, you can read/decide for yourself As for my life, I was born in the shadow of a Brewery, I was a computer operator for a market research company into alcohol sales, 21 years altogether, StatsMR Call centre guy, like everybody once in their life I was also a Trainee Betting Shop Manager I was a concierge and 10 other roles at Crowne Plaza NEC Birmingham for 3 years. Spent 3 years at Pinsent Masons Law firm in Birmingham I even hid a copy of my comic novel "BBU" in the Law Library at Pinsent Masons, well just for a day.. I did a few other jobs too, working life in reverse so to speak and I was an Esol English teacher in an Islamic school, for a year, I knew I could teach. I got Excellent, Excellent and Exemplary on the external assessment, yes really And I asked them to pray for me at least once a day beside which I've had a Shanghai connection for 20+ years now, including 2 bilingual daughters and being a hausfrau a long time too, I'm a great dad, as I've had lots of time with my daughters I can always make somebody talk or laugh I believe my short stories could be used to teach English, just package them up correctly or App them Or a Tale a Day from Michael, a story telling App What else, I was brawn and brains, I used to be as strong as an Ox, now I just smell like one We have a cat called Totoro, my daughters wanted a pet I said they could have a dog if I died , or a cat if I had a heart attack. A few weeks after that in Jan 2015 I had an Unplanned Quadruple Heart Bypass , it was supposed to be a triple but it ended up a Quadruple, 33% extra free so to speak. Now with an add on Hernia, the size of your fist, pushing through my bypass scar, it hurts when I laugh, so don't make me laugh I also have arthritis and other hindrances that hobble my body and give me pain galore. But my mind is free, though having read my stories you may wish I didn't bother But I'll ignore you, and carry on regardless. I do get heckled by my own Tinnitus these past 5 years+, so I have music on all night long to drown it out. I sleep with Miley, Taylor, Eric Clapton and Will Young, maybe I should buy a bigger bed, or just get a better mattress. Tinnitus is a curse, just trust me I know, each day I wake up, Tinnitus SCREAMS at me for a full hour till it calms down or not at all, a merry go around of noise That's the end of the tidy version of my life To finish here's the list of my 20 books, so far:- 1.The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker 2.Shoplife 3.Essays and Plays 4.Blogs 2011 5.300 and Not OUT 6.Shorts 2013 7.More Shorts 2014 8.Quick Stories 9.Still Alive 2015 10.Undiscovered Words 2016 11.Still Smiling 2017 12.Altogether Now 13.New Horizons 14.14 Up 15.15 Down 16.Sweet Sixteen 17. 17 Again 18. 18 New Views 19. The Final Cut of the 19th Hole 20. 2020 Words 21. Fresh Fields, i decided was a better title, when the USA election is over I'll launch it 96,000 words so far I write bullet point stuff mainly now as Tinnitus stops me from getting in the zone to write, story stories. (c) by Michael Casey stuff though my bullet points are better than some "writers" discuss, miaow. That's why I dream of a speed typist, so I could dictate from the sofa https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC to buy ebooks Loads of Korean and Arabic translations downloaded from my Wordpress, 1000s of them Quick Stories in Korean is a big hit. Maybe Kim in North Korea should read my books, instead of wasting his countries resources on what? Just keeping one person in power, him? Instead of joining the real world and opening a string on golf courses. That way we could get rid of Trump too. Into the sunset, as they play golf. Tears for a Butcher will be the sequel to BBU, and it too will be 600pages, however I really need a speed typist to put it down, while I sit and dictate like Barbara Cartland, and hopefully my speed typist would be impressed. we'd marry have half Korean kids, and form a Kpop band with our 4 new kids, with me as manager. my 2 daughters are at University now, so if you finally pay me, I can pass it on to them And yes this is more for my bucket list, as Tinnitus keeps me awake too much, 6 months of not sleeping till dawn is really killing me, it is the worse thing in my life ever, and I've had far to many horrible things. That's why I go the other direction and write comedy Michael Casey aka the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England https://2.gravatar.com/avatar/efda2dca0de5b9269191b7c8b0102473?s=400&d=mm View all posts by michaelgcasey

Wednesday, 25 June 2025

Slim Michael The Fat Man, something from 6 years ago, you were just reading this, it made me laugh and cry

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Slim Michael The Fat Man

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