GO BACK IN TIME with Ringo11: story of the century!!
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Ringo11:
BBC Macca Fan:
Ringo11! You posted another installment! I can't read it now...must get ready for Paul tickets...but I will be back at 10:30! It will cheer me up if I have trouble getting seats.
good luck getting seats!!!!
Thanks! It actually went pretty well. I'll keep my fingers crossed that he comes to New Zealand for you! "Distractions like butterflies keep buzzing round my head..." Ways around problems? Ringo11, you tease! Cruel, cruel woman!
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Goo'day, Rings! And a nice couple of installments, since I haven't been round much the last couple of weeks! Getting very potentially hot and heavy, huh? Having just gone searching for Macca tickets, I'm already all primed for a little fantasy with Himself. Looks like I may be able to get to a couple shows in decent seats! Would love to hear more about your screenplay, too. While it's definitely spring around here, it's headed back to the cold temps for the next couple days and am feeling the need for a cuppa to warm up. Hope this finds you warm and safe -- and full of more creative fantasies for those of us who can never quite get enough of Sir.
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So Ringo, do you have the entire plot of the story thought out already, or are you just writing as you go? Just curious.
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Rita, i'm just writing it all down as it happens. it's usually a surprise for me too. like i'm reading it in my head and writing it down so you can read it too.
Mim Langdon:
Goo'day, Rings! And a nice couple of installments, since I haven't been round much the last couple of weeks! Getting very potentially hot and heavy, huh? Having just gone searching for Macca tickets, I'm already all primed for a little fantasy with Himself. Looks like I may be able to get to a couple shows in decent seats! Would love to hear more about your screenplay, too. While it's definitely spring around here, it's headed back to the cold temps for the next couple days and am feeling the need for a cuppa to warm up. Hope this finds you warm and safe -- and full of more creative fantasies for those of us who can never quite get enough of Sir.
hiya Mim! glad you liked the recent adventures. hot and heavy is right. i don't know how all this can possibly pan out, but i'm sure i'll find out and so will all of you. that's great that you can get good seats. i can imagine how tricky they are to get. one thing i learnt with brian wilson's smile concert is that once is never enough! speaking of cold temps though, it has been lovely and sunny here all week. until this morning when we had the most giant hail storm i can remember! it was amazing, beating at the windows and covering the ground in white. my brother and i are house sitting for my parents who are in warm sunny australia (perth at the moment i think) and we have completely run out of water. you see, my house supply comes from a spring in the ground (the town supply must be fed from the overflow of the city swimming pool i think) and when the pump started making funny noises we discovered that the tank was utterly empty and there was nothing going in. so i tracked into the bush and prodded the spring with a stick. seemed to get a tiny bit of flow going into the tank but certainly not enough. none of the taps work so it's becoming very interesting week. so i'm not very warm, and probably not terribly safe, but perfectly happy because i always love a good adventure!
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Cliffhangers? Noo Good job, Ringo
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Bump.. this thread doesn't deserve to die.
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OMG! For a sec there I thought there might be a new installment. I'm already really happy, so that would have been perfect...but the world's not perfect, is it?
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if this was a perfect world then james stewart would still be alive, young, and in lots of new movies. if the world was perfect i would have had time to write ten more installments by now! but no, it's not perfect, and i wrote an essay on Cubism instead. if only there were two of me! i would make one do all the work and earn all the money, and the other could write and travel and spend all the money!
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Yo, Ringo -- having a little bout of seasonal schizophrenia, eh? And a Jimmy Stewart fan to boot! I knew we had other interests in common. How's the water situation? I'm afraid I'd get a bit panic-y and call on a friend for a good bath, at least .... Hope your parents are due home soon. BTW, I've just started a newish tome by Tony Bramwell, one of the early Liverpudlian cohorts of Our Boys, very involved with their equipment to start with, destined for greater things. He makes a very strong point of saying that George, Paul and John knew about each other for awhile before the fabled fete, but it wasn't til awhile later that John off-handedly asked Paul to join. When he heard the news, Bramwell says, Paul was so excited that he ended up losing his virginity that night and telling all his mates that he'd got "shagged"! There's quite a bit of interesting information in this book -- has it been released in NZ? Magical Mystery Tours is the title. Ever waiting for the next installation, and that you have enough water to keep you hydrated at least!
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what? second page? oh boy, i'm going out of fashion.
Mim Langdon:
Yo, Ringo -- having a little bout of seasonal schizophrenia, eh? And a Jimmy Stewart fan to boot! I knew we had other interests in common. How's the water situation? I'm afraid I'd get a bit panic-y and call on a friend for a good bath, at least .... Hope your parents are due home soon. BTW, I've just started a newish tome by Tony Bramwell, one of the early Liverpudlian cohorts of Our Boys, very involved with their equipment to start with, destined for greater things. He makes a very strong point of saying that George, Paul and John knew about each other for awhile before the fabled fete, but it wasn't til awhile later that John off-handedly asked Paul to join. When he heard the news, Bramwell says, Paul was so excited that he ended up losing his virginity that night and telling all his mates that he'd got "shagged"! There's quite a bit of interesting information in this book -- has it been released in NZ? Magical Mystery Tours is the title. Ever waiting for the next installation, and that you have enough water to keep you hydrated at least!
seasonal? not me. i try and be as consistantly mad as possible. reliable is one of my middle names. great to hear you're a jimmy fan too. he's my most recent obsession (see, that's one thing about me that is seasonal - my obsessions. except, of course, our paul, who is always going to take pride of place as my very biggest obsession). so i'm listening to hoagy carmichael and living int he 30s at the moment. makes it hard to write in the 50s where i usually live. but i'll watch rear window tonight because i just got it on dvd and that might transport me forward a bit for a while. the water's back on too, thanks for your concern. and now it's getting COLD. i could see my own breath in the car on the way to my first fencing class this evening. IN the car. yes i have heating, no i don't use it. lol. i'll definitely keep an eye out for that book! my mate just bought me mile's one, which i'm looking forward to finishing instead of doing my course readings.
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What a tease!!!! I thought we had a new instalment. Can't wait to hear what happens next. Please don't leave us hanging too long Ringo11. By the way, have you heard the very strong rumour Paul in touring OZ, and probably NZ, in February 2006? Hope it happens. Cheers Chrissie
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blakbrd:
What a tease!!!! I thought we had a new instalment. Can't wait to hear what happens next. Please don't leave us hanging too long Ringo11. By the way, have you heard the very strong rumour Paul in touring OZ, and probably NZ, in February 2006? Hope it happens. Cheers Chrissie
lol, sorry. i really need to get a bit of time to write some more. life's too short. even for people with time machines. SPECIALLY for people with time machines. there's too much time to explore, and not enough time to do it! how recent is that feb 06 rumour? i heard a similar one quite a while ago but haven't heard anything since. but i've got my hopes up. i'm WILLING it to happen. will it with me. paul in NZ paul in NZ paul in NZ okay, enough of that. as soon as i've got another chapter down i'll be sure to post another one here. you have my word.
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Very recent, Ringo11 Last weekend in some papers and also an "inside the industry" rumour. Quite strong this time. Cheers Chrissie
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blakbrd:
Very recent, Ringo11 Last weekend in some papers and also an "inside the industry" rumour. Quite strong this time. Cheers Chrissie
that's GREAT!
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FIFTY-FOURTH INSTALLMENT Your mind is doing overtime as you follow Paul to his house. You could think about this for the rest of your life but, you realise, there is no way you can work out what to do, how to act, when what you?re involved in is time travel, for Pete?s sake! How can you possibly make any sort of decision when you have no idea what to expect. And besides, you?ve always been the sensible type, and you realise that even were it not for the obvious temporal abnormality of the relationship, you probably couldn?t trust 50s contraception anyway. The pill hasn?t even been invented yet! You resolve for now to take the safest action, both for the sake of your own heart and the very fabric of space-time. You decide to hold back for now at least. If you can. As you approach the house and Paul goes in and starts turning on lights, you follow at a slight distance, walking slowly with your mind racing. You go in, closing the front door behind you. Suddenly you find yourself in excruciating pain. You automatically attempt to retract your hand with no success. You manage to open your eyes to look down at your fingers jammed in the door as you let out a yell of urgent agony. It only takes a fraction of a second for you to regain some sense and open the door to free your injured hand, although for a person in great pain time seems to slow down. Paul is now by your side as you cradle your throbbing fingers. "Oh shit, what the hell happened?" he asks as he sees your hand and ushers you to the sink. Gently, he prizes your good hand from its grip on your other wrist and with your red and purple fingered hand in his, calmly directs it to the flow of cold water. You gasp and clench your teeth as the fiery heat of blood that has rushed to the crushed tissue is suddenly and painfully cooled. You fight back tears of agony. "No, that hurts," you manage to say in a strangled voice as you attempt to once again retract your hand from the pain. You hear Paul?s most soothing voice as you find your hand firmly but by no means roughly held in place under the tap. "It?s alright. I know it hurts but you have to cool it down to stop the bruising. You jammed it in the door but it'll be okay, I?ve got you now," he reassures you. You manage a feeble nod as you flinch once more. With his other hand, Paul pulls you close to him and strokes your hair to calm you down. You take deep gulps of breath and try not to look at your fingers, which are slowly going numb from the cold. You resist the strong urge to pull your hand away from the water and jump around swearing and kicking things. With Paul comforting you and the pain slowly becoming more bearable you begin to come to your senses. ?There, that?ll do,? Paul tells you. He turns off the tap and you once more cradle your injured hand in your other. Paul momentarily leaves you so he can put the kettle on and then returns to put his arm around your shoulders and direct you to the living room . He deposits you on a couch and sits beside you. You keep your head bowed and your teeth clenched as the throbbing in your fingers returns. You feel Paul?s presence close to you on the couch but you don?t look up. You feel angry at yourself for being so careless and embarrassed at being such a wimp. You are suddenly overcome with exhaustion, and a deeply unhappy feeling floods upon you as your sore fingers give off an almighty throbbing heat. You can no longer hold back tears. This is so stupid, you think to yourself. But it makes no difference. You don?t want Paul to see you crying but having your chin firmly planted on your chest and your shoulders hunched up is certainly no disguise. He doesn?t make a big deal out of it like so many people would. The last thing you want is to be asked what the matter is or told it?s alright. Instead he just sits close to you, his arm around your shoulders. You feel more comforted than you ever remember in your life. You lean closer to him and allow your shoulders to loosen. They shake as you cry. He holds you closer as the misery keeps the tears flowing. It?s not just about your bruised fingers any more, and he seems to be able to sense that. You put your head on his shoulder and he holds you with both arms now and leans his head against yours. You sit still like this for an immeasurable time, until your breath evens out again and you manage to open your red eyes. You move your head from his shoulder and he looks at you with sympathy but not pity. You let out a half laugh, half sob at yourself and he smiles to see you are recovering. ?I?m so sorry,? you say. ?I don?t know what?s wrong with me.? He merely smiles and asks, ?How?s that hand eh?? Feebly, you offer a wobbly smile in return and for the first time bring yourself to look at your hand. It?s not as bad as you thought it would be, and the cold water has stopped any serious bruising. You notice that it?s shaking like a leaf, though, and realise that you feel weak and exhausted. ?I?ll make a cup of tea, shall I?? Paul asks. You nod mutely and he goes off to the kitchen. While he?s there you try and pull yourself together. You wipe your blurry eyes with your good hand and try to stop that irregular sobbing breath that comes with crying. You sniff and let out a wobbly breath. Then it occurs to you that you haven?t seen any of the McCartney family and when you listen out all you can hear is Paul in the kitchen. You realise with relief that no one else is home. Paul returns with cups of tea and, sitting beside you on the couch again, hands one to you. You take it with your good hand and rest it on your knee. ?Thank you,? you say. You feel you need to offer some sort of explanation for all that carry on. ?I?m sorry. God, I feel like such a wet blanket,? you say. ?I don?t even know why I was upset. It didn?t hurt that much. Thank you so much for putting up with me.? ?The pleasure?s all mine,? he says with a grin. You manage a little laugh and sip your tea. ?You look knackered. Do you want me to run you a bath?? Paul asks you. You nod feebly again but before he gets up you hold out your arms to him. He gets the message immediately and you receive a big, warm, friendly hug. It makes you feel recharged in some way, as though energy is being transferred to you from him through the embrace. He lets you go, gives you a little smile so beautiful that you feel it imprint on your mind forever, and goes off to run your bath. When he returns you have finished your tea. ?You go and have a good soak, I?ll put the dinner on,? Paul says. ?Are you sure you don?t want help?? you ask through a habit of politeness. ?Go,? he instructs. You go. You hear the noises of pots and pans from below as you undress in the bathroom. The air is a little cold so you want to hurry to get in the hot bath. A bad idea, as you catch your sore fingers on your top as you take it off. You flinch. Once you are undressed and have remembered to put your watch in your shoe, you carefully lower yourself into the water. Immediately as you immerse yourself in the heat you feel tense exhaustion melt away. You let out a big sigh and lie back. Your legs float, and you try to push them back to the bottom of the bath. They float again and you let them. You close your eyes and relax all your tired muscles. In a while you feel as though you are suspended in warm nothingness, like the world has disappeared and all that?s left is your consciousness. You begin to think about the events of the past half hour. Why did you suddenly burst into tears? Maybe it?s because you miss your family and your home. But you?ve barely even thought about all that since you arrived. Homesickness has never been a problem for you so it can?t be that. Are you lonely, stuck in an era that is so unfamiliar to you? No, you?ve never had stronger friendships with anyone than you have with your Liverpool lads. So what? You think back to the events of the day that is drawing to an end. The early waking, the surprise of all that money, Paul?s sudden disappearance to school, your long day walking the streets of Liverpool with John Lennon, the worrying news of Celia and its subsequent disproval and finally your bruised fingers which now sting in the hot water. No wonder Paul said you look exhausted. You are. You?ll be lucky if you can get out of the bath before it goes stone cold. You lie there for a while longer, trying not to fall asleep. When you get out you dry off and dress as quickly as your tired yet newly relaxed limbs will allow so as not to catch pneumonia. You head off down the stairs to find Paul gazing into the lit fire. You can hear the bubbling of the dinner on the stove. ?Feeling better?? he asks after he?s noticed you at the door. You nod. ?I think I should give dinner a miss and have an early night,? you say. ?Good idea,? Paul agrees. ?Thank you for looking after me so well,? you say with a smile. ?The pleasure was all mine,? he replies. ?Goodnight then. Sleep well.? ?I will, goodnight,? you say, and head off to bed.
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My god !!! Ringo 11, that's wonderful !!!! I knew Paul is a loving, caring man/boy
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Again a great installment of your story Ringo11
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Aww, isn't our Paul a sweetie?
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glad you all liked it
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Fifty forth installment - it can't be already! Excellent - made my day to read. For some reason I didn't get a message to say there was a new post - just as well I cheked because I don't want to miss anything! So....what next? Don't keep us in suspenders too long! Julie