Judea AD28.  JC has been out and about all morning and has now returned home for a spot of lunch only to find Mary sat down in her favourite chair playing with her iPad thing exactly as he left her earlier.  The look upon his face reveals that JC is not happy about this in part or at all!

JC: “You’re still sat on your fat arse playing with that bloody iPad I see. I was hoping against hope you might have found the time to prepare food woman.  If the truth be told I wish I’d never brought you that iPad you’re addicted to it.”

Mary: “Can’t help it JC, I’ve got 1737 followers on Facebook now and it would be an insult not to commune with them.  Anyway, there’s some flat bread and Yak cheese in the fridge…help yourself.”

JC: “Flat bread and cheese, oh that’s bloody brilliant. There’s me working me nadgers off trying to earn a few shekels and all you offer me is flat bread and cheese.  This is getting ridiculous, how many ‘f**kwit followers’ did you say you’ve got on Facebook?”

Mary: “1737 at last count.”

JC: “Crikey, I’ve only got 13 and 12 of those are just blokes I know from down the pub and they’re never online hardly anyway.  Bloody good that is.  There’s me trying to set up an online cult of disciples giving it a load of wellie with all my philosophical updates and what do you do?  Yes, I know what you do, you ‘post’ bloody stupid pictures of ‘date & walnut cake’; ‘goat curry’; ‘your bloody sister’s ugly little brat’ and ‘that pointless pet tortoise of yours.’  Hardly works the mind does it?”

Mary: “Who’s the other follower you’ve got then?”

JC: “Oh, some Roman bloke called Pontious Pilot, whoever he is.”

Mary: “Whatever, I enjoy this Facebook thing it’s given me a new lease of life.  Anyway you’ve been out for ages.  Hope you weren’t harassing that poor old tramp again.  You weren’t were you?  I know what you’re like when you’re in a mood.”

JC: “Well he lowers the tone of the area.  Can’t stand the bloke. He’s always pissed up; laying down in the gutter in a puddle of piss.  I must admit I activated a little plot I had planned for him.  Even made me chuckle a tad.”

Mary: “Here we go, what did you do to the poor soul?”

JC: “Well I spotted him just around the corner, sat by the kerbside rolling a fag and knowing that he has a particular passion for extra strong Carlsberg Special Brew I offered him a handy can I had upon my person.”

Mary: “That was kind of you dear.”

JC: “No, you don’t get it Mary.  Before giving him the can I’d spent a good 30 minutes giving it a bloody good shake.  He got in such a state when he opened it.  Lager, lager everywhere and not a drop to drink, so to speak.  Last thing I saw was him sucking what vestige of lager was still available to him from his loin cloth.  My how I laughed.  Thought that’ll teach you my friend!”

Mary: “Not so kind after all them! Anyway, how did the morning go? Make a good few shekels?”

JC: “No I bloody didn’t.  Tried a few levitations and stuff but I just couldn’t get in the zone today.”

Pause whilst JC reluctantly goes to the fridge to grab flat bread and Yak cheese.

Mary: “Didn’t think to bribg me some did you. You haven’t made diner for me since Salome misplaced the severed head of John the Baptist. Anyhow that’s typical of you. That said, look at this JC. See, on screen here my friend Sandra has just updated saying that in Deuteronomy 25:11-12 it says, ‘When men strive together one with another, and the wife of the one draweth near for to deliver her husband out of the hand of him that smiteth him, and putteth forth her hand, and taketh him by the secrets: Then thou shalt cut off her hand, thine eye shall not pity her.’ If that means what I think it means that’s not very nice!”

JC: “What do you think it means luv?”

Mary: “Well I read it as, ‘If a woman…say me…goes to defend you while you’re having another one of your punch-ups with that Judas bloke and say, for example you’re taking a bit of a beating, and I intervene yet in doing so inadvertently grab his bollocks then the authorities will cut my hands off when all I’m trying to do is save your life.”

JC: “Well, that’s about the strength of it.  What’s wrong with that. Everyone knows it’s wrong for you to grab another blokes ‘set.’  Don’t bear thinking about.”

Mary: “Well I think that’s daft.  And look, she’s updated again.  Blow me down with a feather, look at this. ‘He that is wounded in the stones, or hath his privy member cut off, shall not enter into the congregation of the Lord (Deuteronomy 23:1)’ I take it that means if you haven’t got a knob you can’t go down the synagogue?  Is that why Mr Preston up the road never goes to there?”

JC: “What’s wrong with that, we don’t want any freaks attending services now, do we Mary?  As for Mr Preston, dunno.  Whatever, I’m off to the Fisherman’s Arms and Gastro Inn for a couple of beers.  All the boys will be there.  Jesus is coming back from his 40 days and nights in the desert so I expect he’s got a raging thirst on.  See you later.”

With that Jonathan Cummings departs his home for the pub leaving Mary to her IPad.  Who did you think I was talking about anyway?

This post is one from back in 2014. It’s still an example of this Old Fool’s day to day lunacy. Such is life.

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    1. Cheers, young Ms S. A rave from the grave is this one. The first of 3 JC’s & Mary. I might just run with them all again…it’s been 7 years since I first posted them.

  1. Really very good Mike, My Esmerelda says Mary was moaning about that Judas Andhis Chariot putting another storey on his mansion for to be Nearer my God to thee. More money than he knows what to do with she says., Oh for the life of a tax collector

  2. Hilarious pseudo blasphemy. I laughed the whole way through but the poet in me adored “if you haven’t got a knob you can’t go down the synagogue”. Still giggling. 🙂

  3. Dear Friend Mike,

    I love your work.
    We are of like mind.

    I had some difficulty re-finding you blog–took me about 3 seconds…
    (My main computer with your bookmark is temporarily dead–the one I built–I think the power supply committed suicide. I’ll fix it just as soon as I can knock some wino in the head and steal all his wine money–power supplies cost about a hundred quid)

    Anyway, I am running off my backup computer—a lame-ass laptop.
    But now I have found your blog again and I always have great intentions of spending more time here with your work, but booze and my ‘work’ seem to always interfere.

    I will do better.
    Your work is very, very brilliant.
    I sincerely mean that!

    i know you have seen mine of similar nature which I ressurrected recently.


    1. Cheers, Lance. I’m a ‘Jack of all trades, master of none’ when it comes to writing. The thing is it’s a hobby; keeps me happy and insane as the missis can verify. One thing I loath are f***ing computers…over the years I’ve put my fist through any number of screen (an expensive habit, for sure)…pointless, yet satisfying. Regards, Mike

  4. Brilliant stuff, Mike, I absolutely loved reading this. Clearly this Jesus bloke nicked JC’s followers after listening to him down the pub one night: the forty days was so he could refine the philosophy and jazz up the stories a bit!
    Looking forward to the other two!

    1. I’ve read that one and, as they say in Old London Town in Cockney slang, ‘He give it the full’. I find it fascinating that when the honest put pen to paper we all share our respective mindsets. Good on you, Sir

  5. TOF, here I thought this was going to be a post on levitation, pros, cons and how to!
    I was already planning a new career levitating Art Gowns.
    So happy I’ve never had a FB account!
    Better to be here on WP, where everyone is sane!

  6. FB will be the death of us. I imagine there will be a trophy for the most friended when it all comes to a screeching halt. I managed to be friended by the entire gang of Hell’s Angels of Italy, I’ve since dropped out of FB.
    On a serious note I laughed so hard at this , good one Mike!

    1. I agree, young Holly…FB is not just inane but also most dangerous. I still have the damn thing as my adult offspring sometimes contact me via the wretched place, yet usuing it a ‘no, no’. I’m glad you liked the skit. Enjoy you day…we’ve just got seriously drowned walking Rosie the puppy dog in these parts…Regards, The Old Fool

  7. Brilliant. This is one surely to steal. Thanks, Mike. Keep this up and someone nearby might just sue to claim “Old Fool” title. You foreshadowed the not-Jesus moment superbly. I now shall lurk elsewhere for the nonce.

    1. Sorry so long to reply. My accursed IBS flared itself worse than before. A pain in arse, be it actuality or metaphor. Whatever, I wrote a trio of the JC and Mary skits. I’ll have to get my act together and re-post the rest sometime. As an old atheist I often dig deep for a tad of satire…yet, I stress, never to insult the religious types. ‘Tis all about ‘choice’ in my book. Many thanks for the share, Sir. May the myriad of old fools…we are many in number…be with you.

  8. Reblogged this on Commentary, Outrages, Prose and Poetry and commented:
    Just-In-Time: Reblog finally lets me in! This MikeSteeden “The Old Fool” hisownself does a brilliant bit of legerdemain and writes a perfectly believable parable concerning Yak Cheese And Flatbread being unnaturally mixed. How wonderfully moral. The Wench, of course, is right. The perfect foil. Alas. I giggle too much to type anymoe…

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