Thursday 27 May 2021

in the morning let's see where we are

 in the morning let's see where we are

i'm  so exhausted i will sleep

but usially that's just for 2 hours then i wake up

an uptick on the USA  readers

so thanks  for the 

All the multi language translations are over on my Wordpress

but some are here too, this is my main site

3300 or so pieces of writing

not all of it goes  into the books as I compile them

Look Right at my Blogger Profile to read the truth about me

And don't send my junk emails from afar

It's just boring, and 10 a day get deleted

With Due Respect, you need an English teacher to teach better scam writing

I click the scam button ten times a day

that;s why you need  new emails every single day

just go away

Not unless you have a cure for Tinnitus, a real pasted in formula that I can read

I never click links not believe I've won prizes

At least its sunny so I may sit in the garden tomorrow

just to frighten all the neighbours

and attract pigeons using my head for target practice

That;s why my hair is the colour it is

Still no Samaritan turning back to thank me...



Covid 19 2nd jab

Covid 19 2nd jab

I missed it as my Tinnitus was/is fizzing off the chart right now

I did try online to cancel but couldn't

So I'll have to rebook

Tinnitus is worse than all the pain attacks

because it's always there like the air, 

and drives you mad

like  a bad tv presenter, pick your own

and soon here in UK we'll have our own Opinionated TV News station

Imagine what John Lennon sung

and now his son is saying

Step Back, be Nice

Martin Luther King said

The Content of a Person's Character matters mosts

and I agree with that

Too much Twitter Mentality

No gentility 

Anger first, Me first

And who stoked all that?

If only........

We could turn the clock back



Wednesday 26 May 2021

THE Beginning Cleaning Force to be comtinued


Cleaning Force ©

By

Michael Casey


Henry was small and his mother constantly worried about him, he’d get hurt, or bullied or people would just fall over him. She’d lost her husband, he was small and bald and ran away with a tall girl with an impossible chest. What she saw in him she’d never know, he only came up to her chest, so obviously that’s what he saw in her. Until Henry’s mum checked her bank balance, her bastard husband had stolen her inheritance and ran away with the enormous chest. All she had left was £1000 she’d hidden in a shoebox under the stairs, just as Ken Dodd had done, but he was a comedian. Now that was all she had left.


As she was taking her Henry to get his school uniform, he’d managed to get into a grammar school, now she was just a fool, with no more money apart from what was in the shoe box. Then fate took a hand, her Henry stumbled and fell at a crowded crossings, he would have been killed, and all she would have left of her marriage would be an empty shoe box. But a smelly and fat and scruffy man appeared, from nowhere, dragging Henry behind him. Den was a cleaner just finished at the bookies, dragging his tool behind him, Henry the dustbin like vacuum cleaner. So Den had appeared and filled a vacuum, he had dived and  saved his vacuum’s namesake from being hit by a Hearse or rather Funeral car. Though his Henry was hit by the hearse, on its way back from the Crematorium. Ashes spilt everywhere as the mourners held the Ern on their lap.


Den picked up Henry, he asked her is your son OK, he asked repeatedly. The Hearse parked, they did not want to create their own trade, kill them then bury them. Inside the Funeral car, laughter galore. The deceased wanted his ashes scattered over a lap dancer, and indeed they were. Big Dick the lap dancing king had all the girls at his funeral, now all of him was all over them. In death as in life. Brian, his accountant lowered the window, is everybody alright? We are looking for a cleaner actually, here take this for your trouble, and the pair of you can start tomorrow. Den and Henry’s mum had been anointed and appointed with ashes to be the new cleaners at Big Dick’s.


£1000 in big red fifties, and a business card. Richard’s Gentleman’s club, but known as Big Dick’s to everybody. So that’s how Henry got a new dad, and his mother a new business opportunity. You see yes Den was dirty, and fat and smelly too. But he did like children, he just proved that, so Maureen, for that was Henry’s mum name. So soon they’d be couple. So Den and Maureen became the cleaners, and they were good at it. Brian bought them some Dysons, they only had the best at their Gentleman’s Club. But they couldn’t leave Henry at home alone, so Brian said bring him along he can sit in my office. So, it was decided, this was Life with Brian. Maureen and Den made sure it was not dirty, while Henry did his homework. Brain helped him with his maths, and he soon became the man, like an uncle. Henry felt secure, while his mum cleaned and vacuumed with Den he could do his homework, on a Laptop of course, it was a Lap dancing club after all.


So, the years progressed Den and Maureen were happy. Den only had eyes for Maureen and she showed him things for his eyes only, while they watched Bond on tv. Henry got a good education too, he got used to naked ladies, and could tell from 20 yards what type of cosmetic surgery they were had. It was a toss-up as to whether he did Accountancy or Medicine, Brian said do Medicine but you’re so smart you could do Accountancy and Medicine, and if you then do Cosmetic Surgery the money would come rolling in.


So that’s how it turned out. Henry took accountancy early, he had his degree in that, before he started the other. Then he applied to Cambridge for Medicine, which rotates on interview. So, there was Henry, having his interview with the Dons. Tell us about yourself. Well I’m Henry from Old Forge and Singing Anvil in the Black Country. My dad ran way with a large chested whore, after stealing all my mum’s inheritance. That’s what mum says, but God is good. I was nearly killed by a hearse only Den my new dad jumped and grabbed me. But another Henry died in my stead. Henry the vacuum cleaner. However, it’s an ill wind that blows no good, as the funeral party were carrying the ashes of a dearly loved man, and the ashes went everywhere all. 


The Dons looked mortified, and were about to stop him, was this Henry taking too much E. But Henry continued, so mum and my new dad got a job as cleaners at Big Dicks, or should I say Richard’s Gentlemen’s club. That’s where I learnt all about accountancy and naked ladies. The Don’s had had enough, FAIL. I should say I did not want to show off, I have all the science A levels, but I did not put the Accountancy degree on my UCAS form. REALLY, Really, Really the dons said unison, sounding like Jon Sopal about to flip. Outside there was a racket, so the Dons got up to look out the window. Brian had got out of the Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, his chauffeur was holding door for him. The chauffeur was of course a lap dancer straining out of a uniform. The quad was packed, the Dons looked down. Henry paused I hope Brian isn’t disturbing you, he gave me a lift, he wanted to test out his new car, he changes them more often than a lap dancer changes her thong. 


The Dons, returned to their armchairs, well I suppose we could offer you a place, under-privileged and all that. Henry smiled, I’ll be a good student I promise. He did not tell them that Brian wanted to leave his money to a university when he died, that would be a bit premature. But Brian had lived a life and wanted respectability in Death.


TO BE CONTINUED. ….. 







head still fizzing

head still fizzing with Tinnitus

so despite lots of morning sun

i need to actually get more sleep

so i've had some breakfast and meds

to keep my heart ticking nicely

then i'll have another slot of  sleep

there is no such thing as a good nights sleep

not in years and years

today Togo,  Syria, Iraq and Korea are amongst the readers

not forgetting Russia and Uzbekistan

strange that YOU all have me in common

Nobody anywhere in the world

would guess that Michael Casey is your secret pleasure

or dirty little secret

Fame at Last

I'd rather have sleep at least

and an end to to Tinnitus

before I forget thanks to the Padre Pio Foundation of America

celebration video I'll look at it properly later

I will get around to the Cleaning Force story later its spun

more of it's web in my head so I'll write it soon

I have no guarantees with my life of Tinnitus and Pain

TTFN





Tuesday 25 May 2021

Cleaning Force is coming

 Cleaning force is coming

I had an idea the other day for this story

I've come back to the story today

It's buzzing around with the Tinnitus

so come back later and it'll be down

I also stumbled over something in Italy

so you may have had an email in my Tinnitus time

also a Don Camillo fan too

So it was me, and let's see if you connect the dots

I went out today and got French baguettes

and they are so nice with a bit of Lurpak

I ran out of my marg, but the Lurpak is so nice

I might be converted to it, though it is expensive

compared to my usual marg

So come back later and Cleaning Force will be done

hello to Vicky and the cleaning crews at Crowne Plaza NEC too

I used to help out a long time ago

In Kdrama land I'm watching 2 comedy shows

one is very very funny Mad On You , 30min episodes

Very very true to life, fight to use the toilet too

I also found a 50 year old photo of me in short trousers with one of my brothers

We went on the train to Queens Oxford to see our big brother at University

It made an impression, he went to uni too, Downing Cambridge

Me I just hid under a bridge, having a pee

I'll have more French baguette and be back later

Hello to Brazil too, but please no junk emails from there

or Nigeria as the pair of you have landed  on my site

i've got too much Tinnitus in my head just let me eat bread






Monday 24 May 2021

The Spaceman and The Arch-Angel or maybe From Mother Russia with Love

The Spaceman and The Arch-Angel or maybe From Mother Russia with Love

The Spaceman and The Arch-Angel ©
By Michael Casey


Mikhail Mikhailovich was a spaceman, a cosmonaut as the Russians call them, he’d been in space forever, he held the world record already, he was testing himself to see if Man could make it to Mars. He and Tim Peake had had a lot of fun in the space station, but now Tim was gone. So Mikhail was lonely, in fact Mikhail was having a dark night of the soul, flying high in the sky orbiting the world. He was on the edge, but bear a bear of a man he told nobody, if only his wife Katarina was with him to make him strong, but he was floating in space and she was back in Saint Petersburg.
Michael the Arch-Angel had just pushed back Satan back into Hell and had sealed the gates with a pair of Rosary beads, now he was taking Mrs Murphy’s soul back to her body, he was in a hurry before her body died without her soul inside. At Saint Michael the Arch-Angel flew in space with Mrs Murphy’s soul safely tucked in his belt by his sword he felt Mikhail’s sorrow. So much sorry, he flew as fast as he could fly towards to space station, a soul was in danger, the space station was in danger, a man’s life and soul was in danger. Mikhail was on the verge of thinking of doing something mad bad and sad. Michael felt this and as an angel he must intervene, he spiralled directly towards the space station, he went straight inside and grabbed Mikhail’s arm.
An angel does not need to use doors, the spirit just walks through walls even in space, love knows no boundaries, and an angel is just that, love. Saint Michael the Arch-Angel gave Mikhail a bear-hug and nearly broke his ribs. Mikhail screamed in fear, Michael just laughed in his face and said he screamed like a little girl, was he going to pee his pants as an encore. Mikhail rubbed his eyes, there was angel in front of him, speaking Russian, in fact he sounded like his own old grandfather, with the same local accent.
I could punch your lights out, but I’m an angel so let’s talk, have you got any beer, my wings are tired I need a beer, asked the angel. Mikhail laughed, where do we have the room for a barrel of beer in a space station? The angel reached behind him and two pints of Stella Artois appeared in chalices, so Mikhail took one and drank it, after such a long time in space it was heavenly to say the least. So Mikhail and the angel had 4 pints each, which is enough to wet their whistle if they were both Russian. Mikhail wasn’t scared any more, if this was a dream he was going to enjoy it. He’d love a big sandwich of Russian beef and bread with lettuce and tomatoes, so once more Saint Michael reached behind him and the sandwiches appeared. Is Paul Daniels behind you joked Mikhail, Tim the English spaceman had told Mikhail about Paul Daniels during his time on the space station. No replied the angel, but God is behind me, and in front of me and in all directions too, he has my back, and your’s too, that’s why I’m saving you.
Mikhail, looked at his feet, he’d felt a failure, he could have, but he didn’t, an angel had saved him. Michael the Archangel gave him another pint of Stella Artois, Paul Daniels was working overtime you could say. Why were you in space anyway asked Mikhail. I was returning a soul to a body, Mrs Murphy was risking her soul to save the life of her priest, or rather the soul of her priest. That’s when Satan pounced, so I had to give him a kicking, and then mum asked we to return Mrs Murphy’s soul to her body, before her body expired. Mum who is your mum? Mary is my mum, she’s everybody’s mum, she prefers to be called ”mum” it’s the highest title of all. Mikhail Mikhailovich started to cry, so Michael wiped his nose with his wings.
I wish I could be a father but being in the space program has put paid to that, I am a hero of Mother Russia, but my own wife cannot be a mother, we will never know the joy of children. Mikhail cried again, the angel gave him a huge hug, almost breaking the spaceman’s ribs and Mikhail’s face turned bright red due to lack of oxygen. A tear fell from the angel’s eye, it trickled down his face and splashed Mrs Murphy’s soul, this was enough for Mrs Murphy she was saying the Rosary in a nanosecond. Her body was dead by now, but at least she could pray for the spaceman.
Michael and Mikhail had some fresh fruit, bananas and grapes, washed down with more Stella Artois. Mikhail unburdened himself to the angel, all his hopes and dreams, being a spaceman was the last of them. Tim had told Mikhail about David Bowie and the two of them had put the face makeup on and sung the songs. Now Tim was gone and Mikhail missed him, but most of all Mikhail missed something he’d never have. Children. As a child Mikhail loved listening to stories, stories from all over Russia and everywhere else too, but then studying came along.
Saint Michael the Archangel has a secret, he loves stories too, he’s spent ages, literally Ages listening to stories from all over the world. So as they drunk their Stella Artois Michael told Mikhail some of the stories. First in Russian for the Russian stories, then he switched to Chinese for the Chinese stories, Indian for the Indian stories, and Japanese for the Japanese stories. Michael knew thousands of stories in told them all in all the native languages. The food and drink flowed, Paul Daniels really is a great magician, how he hid all of it in the space station ready to save a soul, a Russian spaceman’s soul we’ll never know, perhaps he’s just an angel.
How long would it take to tell tales from all over the world, as long as there is food and drink on the table there will always be tales, and this angel doesn’t follow Logic, only Love. In Earth time 50 years had passed, or was it just a dream? Michael and Mikhail hugged, this time Michael could not breathe and he turned red. Mikhail had been filled with Love, and food and drink thanks to maybe Paul Daniels, so he was a big Russian Bear once more.
You are Mikhail Mikhailovich a Spaceman who did not fall to earth, you are the Storyteller from Space, you are a “father” to billions of children, and to your wife you are the best husband in space and on earth who gave her seven children, angels love the number 7, Snow White really did exist you know, but that’s another story. Mikhail snored, he been dreaming hadn’t he.
Michael flew off into space, for decades he’d been talking to Mikhail, it was a coincidence he’d spotted Mikhail, he thanked God. As Michael looked at his watch, by which I mean the rotation of the stars in space, he realised he’d actually gone back in time by 2.9 nanoseconds. Einstein had been livid when he’d got to Heaven to discover that Time and Relativity was just one of God’s jokes.
Mrs Murphy’s soul was returned to her body, but her 50 years of prayers so that Mikhail could have a family had not been wasted, and as for her priest well that’s another story, Tears for a Butcher by Michael Casey to be exact, if God gives me the time to finish it.
The next night Mikhail said he had a story for all the Russian children, so he told them about the night the angel came to the space station. This was an instant hit all over Mother Russia, it was so funny too, though he had to explain who Paul Daniels was, they liked the story a lot, not a little bit. The Indians wanted to hear the story so could he tell them too, so he did but Mikhail told them in one of the major Indian languages, and as each child hear the story they hear it in the voice of their own grandfather. Japan was next and they were astounded too, not only did know their language but the accent was perfect, Mikhail was like a United Nations, his stories perfectly told demanded silence, followed by tears of joy.
Mikhail spent another month in space, each night he’d tell stories to the world’s children. He was out of this world literally and in all other ways. When it was time for him to return he was an international hero, for science and for story-telling. Putin himself said he drive him from the airport to the Kremlin for a reception. When Mikhail came down the steps from the plane his wife jumped into his arms, Putin was dressed as a chauffeur, the election was next month and he know good PR. The president as servant of the people. Putin did have to close the privacy screen in the Zil because the spaceman started on creating his happy family on the back seat of the Zil limousine.
So Mikhail got what he wanted a big happy Russian family, was the angel right in guessing 7, no he was wrong, Mikhail and his wife only had 3 pregnancies. Three being Mrs Murphy’s favourite number, three sets of triples. Mikhail set up his own Utube station to tell stories to the world’s children, he called it You’ll Like It, a lot. Then his friend Putin suggested he should run for president, so that’s how a spaceman called Mikhail became the President of Russia, because an angel came acalling, twinkle, twinkle.

Afternoon All 24th May 2021

Afternoon All 24th May 2021

well with Tinnitus what I do lately

is

I get up for an hour or two and play on the computer

then get back to bed still with the Fizzing in my ears

I never sleep like a log, more lie a hog

and I wake up every 2 hours, once Tinnitus allow me to sleep

So I look at you all and get 2 bites of the cherry so to speak

I did bang my mike on the floor the other day

and on the computer, I thought I'd broken it

then you would all be spared

I also like seeing countries far and wide reading

but then some email deceiving

I JUST DELETE ANY RUBBISH

everybody knows how to hover and message source and IP

so don't annoy me dot EDU

and I only work in ENGLISH

I've bothered to Google Translate

so jokers/scammers in Multiple languages, just wrap your hands in bandages

or put boxing gloves on, as Matron made you do...

OTHER than that Hello to Mother Russia reading

The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker in Russian Translation

thank you for bothering to read my rubbish

I do think you'll enjoy it

Especially the story of how The Trader pub came to be

90 countries read my stuff and still I've not earnt a penny

I'm hoping eventually for miracles

But I don't expect anything, just like your mum said

Blessed is he who expects Nothing

though back in 1996 I do believe I got my miracle

read Padre Pio and Me by Michael Casey

you'll find it on my sites, tomorrow 25h May is 

Padre Pio's Birthday

so I'll finish for now, end to Tinnitus would be a perfect

silent present from him to me.

But all the rest would be too big a grace to expect


see you later as they say

Lech, Boris and Gregorgi may be coming by to see Totoro the cat soon

but in reality there is a new batch of Vodka brewing in the woods behind me

no wonder our cat has so much vigour, 100% proof Popaloffoff vodka in her milk







Pentecost, somebody was just reading this, in Italy maybe?

 NOW AA, Amnesty International, not your old drunken friends in AA and no not the AA the motor breakdown people THEY say write respectful le...