Swings and Roundabouts ©
By
Michael Casey
Life is strange, You know, you read Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham, are you mocking me, in the very first sentence? You are not confusing me with the Monk or the USA guy or even the Dublin guy of the same name? If I told you me and the Dublin guy had a connection, he did his PhD at Cambridge, same place where my brother went 40 years ago, would that confuse or amuse you? There is a bigger coincidence but HE does not know about it, only if Michael Casey contacts Michael Casey then all could be revealed if that does not sound too ridiculous. So Dublin has to contact Birmingham for all to be revealed. He has a book on Amazon too, but you may stumble over him when you are looking for me. My stuff has my own fat face on, and I am far younger.
So this is an example of a swing and a roundabout, you are looking for me and you find him, and vice versa. Today I met a nice man, he liked the paintings on my walls, and he even liked stories, and he had studied similar stuff to my wife.If he buys my house that would be the icing on the cake, all in all it was a nice 30 mins for both of us. Life is like that you can have a nice time but then you have no result.He may not like my house, or he may like my house but we still cannot find one to suit us all. So we could sell ours only not to be able to find another as nice but bigger. Swings and Roundabouts.
You can find the perfect man, such as a modest Donald Trump, but then not like his personality,because he is too modest. In all other ways he is perfect, it must be true because he tells you, and you believe everything he says, but you just cannot live with a blond. If you are a man a blonde might be perfect, but as a woman a blond man is not acceptable. If only he dyed his hair ginger like that singer,or the Harry Potter actor then you would be putty in his hands, big or small. But he is not, so you dump him by text message, or you just don’t even bother, you just don’t bother to turn up for your Big Mac Happy Meal. That’s swings and roundabouts for you.
House buying is like that, you find the perfect house then discover afterwards its right next to a red light area, or a church, whichever offends you the most. Who annoys you the most, the vicars or the girl without knickers? What if there is a red light zone and a church? Or is it great, because you can sin then be forgiven. Gain indulgences of different kinds. Swings and Roundabouts.
You may discover a school at the bottom of your garden, so you have 400 kids screaming when you get home after the night shifts. Or a park next door, literally you are next to the swings and roundabouts. Or an old abandoned dry cleaning factory is turned into a night club the very week you move in. Yes don’t laugh, this does happen, or nearly happen, where do you think I get my ideas from? I steal them from Donald Trump, of course I do. He’s going to resign at Easter you know, I read it in a fortune cookie.
So life is a balance you gain here, but lose there. You have the perfect wife, but she smelly feet, or smells of onions. How would you describe me? Fat, silver haired, in shades and from Birmingham? Only if you were being kind. Otherwise, a piece of work. I don’t know, I have to use my imagination where I put your words of paper and then my response. Writing is talking to myself and then talking to you. Its Swings and Roundabouts.
I never know what you’ll all like in Poland or lately Ukraine, or in Mexico or Singapore or wherever on the map. From Canada to USA and all over Europe I spread like a rash, I hope you all laugh when I tease you as I try to please you. I hope its the stories which are universal that make you all smile. I even discovered that 11,000 copies of a pirated book of mine had been downloaded, so somebody likes my stuff. So I get the downloads but not a penny in money. Now that is the ultimate Swings and Roundabouts.
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