Monday, 14 July 2025

Bastille Day 2025

Bastille Day

14/07/2025 ~ michaelgcasey ~ Edit

Thursday, 22 February 2024

The Mark of a man is in his Charity

The mark of a Man is in his Charity by Michael Casey

The mark of a man s in his Charity

The mark of a Man is reflecting in the eyes who love him

Fear does not last

In the dawn Love breaks through

As the birds sing to greet the day

Sun will shine

And darkness will be chased away

For wherever there is song

The birds will sing in

And people will rise up

Just as the French say

Au armes cityones

Evil will end

We will have our cake

And eat it

LOpera is just a dance away

So forever be happy

This is just a rainy day

But it comes a Rainbow

Made of Freedom

Mary has thrown it into the sky

For WE are her children

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Published by michaelgcasey

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

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Bastille Day

14/07/2025 ~ michaelgcasey ~ Edit"Bastille Day"

Thursday, 22 February 2024

The Mark of a man is in his Charity

The mark of a Man is in his Charity by Michael Casey

The mark of a man s in his Charity

The mark of a Man is reflecting in the eyes who love him

Fear does not last

In the dawn Love breaks through

As the birds sing to greet the day

Sun will shine

And darkness will be chased away

For wherever there is song

The birds will sing in

And people will rise up

Just as the French say

Au armes cityones

Evil will end

We will have our cake

And eat it

LOpera is just a dance away

So forever be happy

This is just a rainy day

But it comes a Rainbow

Made of Freedom

Mary has thrown it into the sky

For WE are her children

lourdes about the age I wrote BBU

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Bastille Day

14/07/2025 ~ michaelgcasey ~ Edit

Thursday, 22 February 2024

The Mark of a man is in his Charity

The mark of a Man is in his Charity by Michael Casey

The mark of a man s in his Charity

The mark of a Man is reflecting in the eyes who love him

Fear does not last

In the dawn Love breaks through

As the birds sing to greet the day

Sun will shine

And darkness will be chased away

For wherever there is song

The birds will sing in

And people will rise up

Just as the French say

Au armes cityones

Evil will end

We will have our cake

And eat it

LOpera is just a dance away

So forever be happy

This is just a rainy day

But it comes a Rainbow

Made of Freedom

Mary has thrown it into the sky

For WE are her children

FrenchBBUin full (1)Download

BBU French Download

Published by michaelgcasey

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something from my heart

Thursday, 22 February 2024

The Mark of a man is in his Charity

The mark of a Man is in his Charity by Michael Casey

The mark of a man s in his Charity

The mark of a Man is reflecting in the eyes who love him

Fear does not last

In the dawn Love breaks through

As the birds sing to greet the day

Sun will shine

And darkness will be chased away

For wherever there is song

The birds will sing in

And people will rise up

Just as the French say

Au armes cityones

Evil will end

We will have our cake

And eat it

LOpera is just a dance away

So forever be happy

This is just a rainy day

But it comes a Rainbow

Made of Freedom

Mary has thrown it into the sky

For WE are her children

Sunday, 13 July 2025

Explaining IT Zuckerberg

Explaining IT Zuckerberg ©

By Michael Casey

Now before I begin it is 11.15 on Sunday 13^th July 2025

This will be in bullet points as it feels like somebody has shot me in the back of the head, or swung at me with a baseball bat. Yes the list is endless, with Gay FSB Russians in Lederhosen covered in oil after having a Brazilian top of the queue. And it is queue, this is England and you only get lines if you are naughty, or see teacher after school if you are very very naughty.

The title is Explaining IT to Zuckerberg, and it is not IT, it is it, do you get it, it is different from IT, very very different. And if you are not getting enough of it your head droops and you may hide in a hoodie. But a hoodie is not the hood, you have to go to the West, way out west maybe if you are Hardy and can rest on your Laurel leaves. West Riding in England that is where to meet all of the ladies riding side saddle. And if you side saddle too much you get a sore from riding like the major. 30 years in the saddle by Major Bum Sore O.B.E. you can ask any Charlie what an O.B.E. is, he’ll never give me one. I’m not that kind of boy and neither is he. I will only accept a Nobel Prize for Literature, but Fox news is in contention for that. No wonder they are called a load of hunts.

So Zuckerberg baby, you got the drift, yes that newsreader is called snowy for a reason. Dan Druff is his real name, yes really, do you think I make everything up. I may be a Gerald but I am not Wiley, and don’t bark at me Ron. That newsreader thinks he has chops, but his chops are in the vase by his bed, they are false and he soaks them in domestos, no not a Greek insult. In dom estos, but in domestos a brand of toilet cleaner. The only thing that’ll get the stains out, so he can sparkle on tv. Though he forgot to rinse one morning on the early turn, and he went clean around the ubend. But Fox news audience their news that way.

Any which way is for monkies and you have to be a verbal contortionist, high on a wire. Or cartoonist of the mind, you don’t care so long as the fire brigade get you off the roof, you were high, and woke up literally high. So thanks to Paul who was on his way to Damascus, but spotted the flash reflected on you shades, so saved you from the Fall, it was late Summer after all, and climbed Jacob’s ladder and rescued you.

But that is a mere distraction. I found a book, yes we still have them I UK, they are read, not burned in the usa, near a spring.

I found The Outline of History by H.G. Wells it was a hard find the book had been invisible to me for years. In fact Mr Lester the head teacher, he was no pigget, gave me the book from the school library as I left Saint Patrick’s Cathoic Junior and Infant School. I was disappointed I had read ALL the books in the school library by then. History I loved it. So why are you giving me that, I want an Xbox or a phone. Sadly dear readers neither had even been thought of. It was ZT or – ZT time, which as you all know was before Zuckerberg has been invented by a Dentist and a Quack. And a quack Zuckerberg is a kind of doctor, it’s British slang.

So, what’s all this ringermerole about, I don’t know it’s the Preamble, like Frankie Howard on a cold stone in his short toga, like Zuckerberg and his Latin obsession, no not dance classes in tight trousers, and that’s why his lady Priscilla calls him COBOL Maximus, its to do with the size of his compiles, his coding was bad too, but he put ointment on it. Rubbed in twice a day, or 4 times a day, if he was very very naughty.

The start was I found a book, so I thought I sit and write about that. And that is how I write. I think of a word, or look out the window, I see something. And I pour hot water and you get instant noodles, takes about an hour. It Is 11.50 now. so that’s 35 mins and 772 words. Then I post on my Blogger and the 2 backup blogger and my Wordpress and do security . Then you ungrateful so in soes , not a group of traveling Taylors no matter how swift they are, you read if for free in 5 mins. And couldn’t be bothered to buy one of 22 books on Amazon.

So that my darling young man as my uncle Henry used to say to me in a bar in Ballyheigh Kerry. Is how I do it. By the way Henry was a father of five and had cattle. His wife my Aunty Mary was one of the funniest women in the world. And cousins there are the kindest and nicest people you’d ever meet. So if I’ve been slack on the Christmas cards, its here nailed in History.

So while at it, hello to; Cromane Lower Killorglin, The Gap, Ballycarty Cross, and all over Kerry who used to feed me. Aunty Delia from Killarney was the key too. She once saved a policeman. A backbacker was arrested for smoking dope or something. In the morning the drunken back packer tried to escape and struggled with a policeman in the cells. My aunty Delia who had a job cleaning there amongst the myriad of jobs she had, so she dropped the packer, she was 5 feet tall and 17 stones, strong than any man, if she hit you, you would know.

So Zuckerberg I’ve finished now, that is my Outline of History, or how does he get water from a H.G. Well. Now about that job as AI Tutor, please. Cobol Maximus from Casey Minimus. Just after 12, 48mins.

Explaining IT Zuckerberg ©

By Michael Casey

Now before I begin it is 11.15 on Sunday 13th July 2025

But that is a mere distraction. I found a book, yes we still have them I UK, they are read, not burned in the usa, near a spring.

Saturday, 12 July 2025

The Bad Cat That Wasn't by Michael Casey inspired by our own cat, Totoro

Saturday, 12 July 2025

The Bad Cat That Wasn't by Michael Casey inspired by our own cat, Totoro

I mentioned this to an AI clown, so here it it
your kids will love it

The Bad Cat that Wasn't

our cat just left a rat at the back door, she roams over 80 gardens, or maybe those with unsealed waste containers attract rats. Totoro is a Ninja cat so she killed it stone dead.

The Bad Cat That Wasn’t ©

By Michael Casey

Totoro wasn’t a bad cat even though his owner thought she was, it was just that she got fed up of being a house cat, house cats led a boring life. It was nice being fed and having a nice litter tray by the back door, but Totoro wanted to see what was behind the back door. So she plotted to escape and have a look around the neighbourhood, she was allowed upstairs and down stairs and in the lady’s chamber, and if there was an attic or even a cellar she’d be allowed to go there too. But that was not enough for Totoro.

Totoro wanted to talk to the other cats and annoy that dog that lived over the hedge. She had watched all the goings on in the neighbourhood, but that was just through the window, she wanted to join in and be part of it. Cat tv was no good, she wanted to be part of the action. One day her owner Miss Lump who was rather plumb left the bathroom window open to let the steam out. Only the cat got out too, Miss Lump who was a teacher had lost her cat, though some of her students thought she was a witch who rode on a broomstick with a cat.

Miss Lump did not notice as she was busy making harder and harder maths tests for her Year8 students, they would thank her for it in the future, even if they called her Witch behind her back, or other words that rhythmed with Witch. In the morning Miss Lump heard a noise it was Totoro asking to be let in, Totoro was sitting on the porch canopy beneath Miss Lump’s bedroom window. Miss Lump was surprised to see her cat there, but she realised she needed to allow Totoro some freedom.

From that night onwards she kept her bedroom window half open, so Totoro could come and go as she pleased. Miss Lump did have a metal baseball bat under her bed just in case any burglars came along, she was 110kilos and knew how to swing a bat. Despite her size she was still pretty as she had red hair and a very nice smile, when she wasn’t setting maths tests for her students.

So Totoro became a night shift cat, coming and going as he pleased, she went to see the nasty dog first of all, she jumped out of the hedge straight onto the dog’s back, from that night onwards the neighbourhood slept better. This was the first miracle Totoro performed. Totoro visited the old ladies of the neighbourhood and tested their milk for them, just to make sure it was good enough for them. She didn’t want any of the old ladies to drink bad milk after all, she soon became the official milk tester for 4 old ladies.

Totoro spent more and more time away from her home and Miss Lump, but Miss Lump knew Totoro was ok so she did not worry. Totoro still managed to come back and finish his food and use his litter. Totoro may travel far and wide but she always poohed at home.

A little boy had come to the neighbourhood, he never went out to play, Totoro went to see him, Totoro looked at him through his window, for some reason the child slept downstairs with a bottle and wires connected. Totoro did not know what they were, maybe he was part Gerbil, he had a bottle and wires. If Totoro could speak he’d ask Miss Lump to explain.

One evening Totoro sneaked into the boy’s house to see him, the boy’s face was so pale and white, he had spilt some milk on his clothes, Totoro jumped on his lap and started licking the milk up. As he was licking the milk up, the boy smiled and laughed, his mother heard the laughter and came to see what was happening. To hear her son laugh was such joy for his mother, her son was sick so very sick.

Totoro became a regular visitor to Tomas’s house, Totoro had his regulars, Totoro was a travelling cat who was there to be stroked and loved by everywhere in the neighbour. Totoro seemed to know that Tomas needed him more than the rest, so she just moved in. She loved sleeping at the bottom of Tomas’s bed, and Totoro loved her too, she purred like a taxi when he stroked her.

Tomas’s mom rang the phone number on Totoro’s collar, Miss Lump understood, and when she discovered Tomas was in Year8 she shed a tear, he’d never finish all the maths test she set for her children. And Tomas never did, 3 months later he died on a Tuesday morning, still stroking Totoro, in her sorrow and pain Tomas’s mother rang to share the sad news with Miss Lump.

Miss Lump went to school and passed out the test papers, as the Year8 children did the biggest and hardest maths test of their lives Miss Lump sat there crying. The children looked up from their test papers and immediately they loved Miss Lump to death, they tried their hardest because they loved her. After the test was over Miss Lump explained about Totoro and Tomas, then it was the turn of the children to cry. A cat may have 9 lives but we only have one said Miss Lump, then they all cried together.

Tomas left a legacy all of Miss Lump’s maths group decided to live a bit for him as he didn’t have a chance to finish his life. In fact the maths group became the most brilliant maths group ever. Tomas’s funeral was so sad with lots of children in attendance, Totoro’s friends also came as they all shared him and so they should be there for Tomas too.

Tomas went straight to Heaven, he was met by Saint Martin de Porres who handed him a cat, the cat looked exactly like Totoro. Had Totoro exchanged one of her lives so Totoro would not be lonely in Heaven. I don’t know, we’ll have to ask Saint Martin de Porres when we get there, if we are good.

Now there is evil in the world, now though Totoro was safe in Heaven with Tomas, here on earth there is evil. One night a burglar who had been looking around the area for somewhere to steal noticed Miss Lump’s open bedroom window. So with a hop and a skip he was in her bedroom. Luckily for Miss Lump Totoro and her 8 remaining lives was fast asleep at the bottom of her bed.

Totoro leapt and scratched the burglar’s face, the thief threw Totoro and Totoro landed on a tin of paint which Miss Lump had been using to touch up the paint in her bedroom. Miss Lump awoke to see an uninvited man in her bedroom. So she reached for her baseball bat and battered the thief till he fell out her bedroom window, breaking an arm and a leg.

Miss Lump looked at Totoro, she had saved her, though now Totoro was covered in paint. Tomas watching from Heaven begged Saint Martin de Porres to save Totoro’s life, even if it meant Totoro lost another one of his lives. Saint Martin de Porres smiled, he had a soft spot for animals after all, Miss Lump was desperate for a Vet to save her cat.

The Police came to take the burglar away, via hospital and an emergency RSPCA Vet arrived too. Covered in paint was a terrible thing for a cat, but Miss Lump wanted her cat to live. Several of Totoro’s other owners arrived all the noise of police and ambulance had woken them up. They did not care what it cost they would all chip in. Totoro had spread so much love they just had to thank her.

So Totoro lost another life, but the Vet gained a wife. Totoro was shaved and had to wear a cone to stop her from licking herself and the poisonous paint, but with love and care and despite the lack of hair she would survive.

The Vet’s name was Tomas Martin, no I’m not lying, his name was Tomas Martin. He immediately fell in love with Miss Lump, and he just loved maths too, multiplication was his absolute favourite. They went on to have 7 children the same number as lives Totoro had left.