Ok, I'm a writer from Birmingham England. I tend to write humour, intelligent humour. I have written 7 books, they are on Amazon Kindle. I also have just released 2 books in book or paper format for the traditionalist audience,
google "michaelgcasey" and see and read my stuff. I am looking for more connections on Linkedin, I have just restarted my Linkedin from zero, as I want to start again and have more FUN this time around. www.michaelgcasey.wordpress.com is my writing site and www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com is where you can HEAR me read my short stories, in a good English English accent. I also believe my writing can be used to help teach English as a 2nd language, See my Linkedin Profile for details, And go to www.michaelgcasey.typepad,com to hear me read out my Liking Linkedin idea for Education.
Unlocking the Power of ChatGPT and AI in Testing - A Real-World Look, present...
90 seconds
1. THIS IS MY WRITING CV ATTACHED TO MY REGULAR CV
Hello , how about a Verbal Cartoon for Radio
I grew up listening to the radio, we all used to hide under the blankets and listen when we
should have been fast asleep. Radio did change my life, a lodger gave us a radio when he
had to go back to Ireland to look after his sick mum. In fact he left all his stuff and caught the
first boat home. Months later he came back to see us and said me and my brother could
have his old Bush radio. I spent 20 years listening to radio. That and being afraid of Mr
Gallagher when I was 8 changed my life, and improved my intellect.
Today after 20 years of radio and 25 years of writing, 45 years in total I think I'm a good
writer, and thank God so do others. Yes I'm 55 now, in my head I'm 20, though my wife
would say 12.
I met my Shanghai wife in the old people's home, she was cleaning my dad's room. I was
positively vetted by a Chinese Ballerina from the Birmingham Royal Ballet, now we are
married with 2 bilingual daughters. I am the token male and English speaker in the family.
Now here's a few samples, what I'd like to do would be to read my shorts/blogs on your
radio. Each piece is about 90 seconds long, 90 seconds with Michael is the idea, simple
idea. I have gained 15,412 views on Funny or Die for a sample 1
st
chapter of Tears for a
Butcher which will be my 8th book. Only the other day a publisher said my book of shorts
300 and Not OUT was very funny. In fact I must have 500 shorts, enough for over a year.
I have started recording all my Shorts and have put 50+ of them on
www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com I have a new mike now too, so listen in reverse order.
My 7 books are on Amazon Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
and
www.michaelgcasey.wordpress.com is my site.
Here's the samples for radio or print.
3. 2nd time I’m telling this story, why, because my Word, or upon my word, the story died or
rather Word did not close properly, so now you’re getting something different.
Total strangers, or strangers to you arrive at the house and kind of invade it for a night. You
do shout up the stairs, keep them out of my room. Not because you have anything worth
stealing, but they are stealing your privacy, and that’s all you have left if you have daughters
in your house.
Then the smell of nail varnish drifts down the stairs and permeates everywhere, its worse
than mustard gas from the Great War. You scream up the stairs, open all the windows fully,
what about your room, dad? Especially mine.
Its then that your inner sanctum is breached as they bring their friends to help them open the
window. They see the Teddy Bear that you’ve had since you were 6 years old, the invader
laughs. She also sees the deep heat by your bed, And he complains about nail varnish.
Dinner time arrives and you have to feed the cuckoo, only she doesn’t eat this or she doesn’t
eat that, on principle. So you say, you’ll have to stave then. Your daughter, the host, is
horrified, so you relent and flick a pound coin at them, cholesterol free oil used to make the
chips. So a compromise is achieved.
You put Sky Sports on to watch the match, they say Qatar is going to build underground
stadia, novel idea. You are settling down to see Rooney when they arrive back chip laden.
Her friend just loves the ballet and Sky Arts has Bolshoi on, so could they please please
watch that. You say you’ll record it for them. But you are as bad as a puppy murderer even
for suggesting it.
So being a nice dad you let them watch the ballet on your 46inch tv, while you retreat to
watch the match on the laptop upstairs. They never tell you about this at parenting classes,
just how to change nappies. Let’s hope William and Kate are told.
After the ballet they retreat upstairs for girlie music, and what were you doing in their room
on the laptop. Didn’t you know you are just a dad not allowed in the inner sanctum. The Hits
is switched on their dab radio at volume 13, you retreat to watch the after match talk on the
big screen.
5. straight to Slaters and get what he wants. In and out in 30 mins for everything. Then he’ll go
to the pub and meet his mates and have one pint too many and leave all his shopping in the
Queens Tavern. Luckily they are honest there and his shopping is saved, otherwise he’s
have to waste 30mins in Slaters, before going back to the pub.
This is basically the difference between men and women. Woman shop, men pick up clothes
or whatever like an order picker does, without any passion. A man gets home and puts his
shopping away and forgets about it. Just like in the film The Fly where the man’s wardrobe
contains suits all the same colour, clothes are just a thing so they are all uniform.
As for women shopping s something different, the clothes have to be tried on and they must
make the woman look perfect, her bum or boobs mustn’t be to big or too small, everything
should be right. To help the woman chose her clothes she brings two or three mates or her
children with her. Her man is forced to come too, but he plugs Radio5 Live into his ear and
listens to the football while she is choosing. Men know 5 colours, red, blue, red, green,
yellow or maybe one or two more; as for a woman there are at least 50 colours, and just as
the eskimos have 30 words for snow a woman has 10 words for each colour and its hews.
This brave man, or am I stupid, I just give my wife the debit card and say leave me in peace,
so she goes off with a smile with the girls with her, they are young Fashionistas after all. I
decided years ago what a wife needed was space to shop and not constant looks at my
watch. So that’s what she does and her bulging wardrobe will testify to the wisdom of my
decision. When a woman comes home its 2 hours of mix and match to make sure that the
new clothes match the old clothes, the husband tries to watch the big match on tv but his
wife is prancing around the living room asking “does my bum show” and various other
questions. It’s a penalty, and you sit on the edge of your seat, the wife appears and blocks
your view, so you miss seeing why your side was relegated. Normal life in homes up and
down the country.
The next day you watch the match again in peace, you remembered to record it on Sky+ and
as for the wife she’s gone back to the shop to return ½ of what she bought because it
doesn’t match her shoes. And it’s your fault because you wouldn’t give her your debit card
again so she could buy cheap £100 shoes.
9. So basically we all know what we want and where we are going. Going further back they say
people only knew a six block radius around their home. Going to War changed all that as did
radio and then more importantly tv. Tv being our eyes on the world, previous to that only
Merchant Seaman knew of the world. My own granddad was a merchant sea man, I
sometimes wonder did he ever get to Shanghai
Or was it me, his grandson who got there first. Had he visited at the turn of the 19th/20th
Century 100years and more ago.
Which brings us back to Sat Nav. Me I use a bus which is fine apart from the pot heads who
sit next to you on the bus and all I want to do is puke. My wife is a car driver, so she and our
girls love the car. But my wife has borrowed a Sat Nav and likes the ease of it so now she
wants one of her own. The result is that I’m being nagged to provide one. You pay, me pay,
yes you pay, why me pay, because you are the husband so you pay, no way me pay, you
pay you pay yourself, I say. And on the ding dong, sing song goes. Which is the fun part. Me
I no pay, use computer I say. You can get perfect directions off the computer all you then
have to do is print them off, if our printer was still working we’d be doing that. So really all the
wife has to do is copy them down, in English.
She’s busy with the wok as I talk to you, she’s compromised now, she only wants me to
pay half. So I say I’ll be doubly generous and double the share I won’t pay, I’ll pay zero and
she can pay 100%. That’s the true spirit of negotiation, now I have another thing to resolve,
she’s blocked the sink, so pardon me now as I take the plunge, or rather take the plunger to
the sink, no need to use a Sat Nav to get there, its over my shoulder in the next room, just
turn left at the tv and go straight on to the sound of bubbles. Love is everywhere don’t you
know it, just find it, no Sat Nav required.
Thanks for reading this, that’s if Junk did not get it. I have come close and not got a cigar
many times in my life, so I decided to try you. Radio is the medium for my words, 90 seconds
with Michael, could go nationwide, it’s a simple idea, with great words, mine if I can be
boastful. I have already recorded 150 of my 500+ shorts, they can be heard at
www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com listen in reverse order I haved a new microphone now.
10. Cheerio, Michael Casey
Email michaelgcasey@hotmail.com
www.michaelgcasey.wordpress.com
www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com to hear 50+ stories
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
7 ebooks and 2 Printed on Paper Books