GO BACK IN TIME with Ringo11: story of the century!!
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'ook' means 'also' or 'too'. You go to work Ringo11? I'm going to bed...it's nearly bedtime here...and it's cold....it has been snowing all day...now it's 10 cm. thick. Het is waar dat engels en duits op nederlands lijkt....tenminste als je duits kunt verstaan kun je ook wel een beetje nederlands.
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Ringo11:
yeah, languages are great. i think ook means also (like eke in middle english) but then again it could be librarian-speak i can read a little bit of dutch, but i can't say much. it's an amazingly easy language to read if you know english and german, but hearing it spoken is another matter i'm a librarian myself but i can't say i speak good ape i turn 19 on may 29 (it's crazy how much i have in common with everyone!) i think we should have a gathering in liverpool or maybe in london in 2006. we should get as many boardies as we can together and all meet up for a big old boardy-fest! wouldn't it be just awesome if we could organise it to fall on paul's 64th birthday!!!! well, i gotta get my skates on (literally, i need to use rollerblades to get from my lectures to my job at the library on time!) so i'll catch you all later. ta ra rings
My daughter's birthday is May 19th. So she'll be 19 on the 19th! I think you idea about meeting up in London would be great! How fun would that be!
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Ringo11:
i think we should have a gathering in liverpool or maybe in london in 2006. we should get as many boardies as we can together and all meet up for a big old boardy-fest! wouldn't it be just awesome if we could organise it to fall on paul's 64th birthday!!!! ta ra rings
We should totally do that! It would be so much fun! We could all sing him happy birthday or something at his home (or in Liverpool, if he happens to be there).
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HoneyPie59:
'ook' means 'also' or 'too'. You go to work Ringo11? I'm going to bed...it's nearly bedtime here...and it's cold....it has been snowing all day...now it's 10 cm. thick. Het is waar dat engels en duits op nederlands lijkt....tenminste als je duits kunt verstaan kun je ook wel een beetje nederlands.
i have two jobs, both at libraries. it's to pay for my studying (and traveling of course). it's now almost my bed time, but i'll probably stay up and write tonight. i don't think i want to sleep. it's nearing the end of the summer here, and the dark evenings are creeping back. i think it depends on how good your german is and whether you happen to be a bit of a linguist too nicht war? or should i say waar oh, and today i applied for that exchange, and talked to someone about all my plans. it looks like it's going to work out, so UK 2006 here we come!
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Can't wait Ringo11 It would be really great to meet in England. Paul's birthday would be great but that is the high season for costs so I don't think I will be there then. Probably more like August , September. Happy writing Ringo, we wait in eager anticipation!!!!!! Cheers Chrissie
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When (not if!) you go to Scotland next year, let me know! We're a fair way from there but London or Liverpool to meet up sounds good!
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well i should be in the UK or at lest just over the ditch in europe from march to december so i'm sure it wont' be too hard to get hold of me. my only definite plan so far is to be in glasgow from september to december, but before that i intend to visit anyone and everyone i can (even if it means going to sweden, holland, germany, france - i'll go anywhere there's a bed if i have anough money!). and the story, yeah, that's what i'm here for, so here it is!
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FORTY-NINTH INSTALLMENT When the dawn finally takes full shape you are almost dozing off again in a daydream. You become aware of the lad beside you when he lets out a sigh and moves slightly. Not a dream after all then. You roll over to face him and he puts a hand on yours. That would have been nice except that it reminds you that he was born in 1942 and you were born in 1986. You are suddenly hit by a reality that couldn?t be any less real. You?ve been somehow sent back to 1959 to meet the man of your dreams, only you don?t know when you?ll be suddenly and painfully torn away from him again and landed back in your own decade. All the same, as you lie there in the half light from the curtained window, his hand on yours, half awake in a place that seems to be made of a dream, you can?t help feeling at peace with the world. Life can?t be all that bad if it allows moments like this. Eventually he rolls over too and, after a pause, gives you a heartbreaking look and gets out of bed. You groan and follow. You move to the window and draw back the curtain on a silvery damp world. The sky is grey and the ground is wet and gleaming. A few birds brave a morning chirp from the slippery boughs. Paul lets out a morning groan behind you. You turn around to see him rubbing his tired eyes and running his hand through his ruffled hair. He blinks at you. You?ll never know whether he was going to say anything because there is a knock at the front door. You peer out the window again and to your surprise see the top of John?s head being let in the house by the top of Paul?s dad. ?PAUL!!!!!!!!!? you hear from below. You and Paul exchange glances and head sleepily down stairs to meet Lennon. ?Early worm catches the bird I see,? he says, tongue in cheek, as you enter the parlour followed by sleepy McCartney. ?You look a mess, mate.? You look at Paul to see what John is talking about. Paul?s in the rumpled clothes he left on the floor last night. His chin is shadowed with dark stubble and his usually carefully tended hair is sticking out wildly in all directions. He grunts at John. ?Aren?t you going to ask me why the hell I?m here at this time of morning?? John asks. You hear Mr McCartney crashing about in the kitchen. ?Why the hell are you here at this time of morning, John?? you obey. ?I can?t tell you here,? he replies, glancing in the direction of the clatter. He motions you to follow him and out of pure curiosity you both do. ?We?re just going out for a bit dad!? Paul remembers to yell before shutting the door. You follow John out into the wet street. There are still clouds in the sky and the air feels sort of drizzly. Very English. You get a tan from standing in the English rain. He leads you down the road and around the corner. ?So are you going to tell us what this is all about?? you demand. ?Just wait, I?ll tell you when we get there.? ?Where? It?s Monday morning, there aren?t many places to go on at this time and I?m not going to sit in a church or something waiting to hear why you?ve dragged us half way round Liverpool,? you feel yourself get annoyed, but it doesn?t win over your curiosity. Paul walks in silence, trying to force his hair into some vaguely sane shape. He steps in a puddle and barely even notices. John walks a few steps ahead, like some important leader being followed by loyal troops. You start to feel like you should be saying baa. Paul rubs his eyes again, and tries to smooth some creases out of his trousers. After what seems like miles, you reach a street with a few little shops on it. You wonder why you couldn?t have just caught the damn bus. You follow John to a little place with tile steps. The dΓ©cor you can see through the door is decidedly pastel and chrome. But not in an American way. You look up to read the sign over the door. ?The Morning Club coffee bar? Coffee bars are all the rage with the youth of Liverpool at the moment, but this one is nearly empty at this time of morning. You find yourself wondering why on earth it?s even open. John goes inside. You and Paul hesitate and John sticks his head back out the door. ?Come on then. Don?t you want to know what I?ve got to show you?? Grudgingly you follow him, almost slipping on the slippery wet tiles on the step. Paul follows absentmindedly, trying to straighten his shirt collar. You find a comfy spot at a table and all sit down. The man at the counter looks at you. ?Hold on a minute, we will buy something, don?t get yer knickers in a twist,? John tells him. The man shakes his head and goes back to what he was doing. ?Well?? you demand.
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Argh.. stupid cliff hangers. : Good job Ringo!
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I wanna know...I wanna know....I WANNA KNOW!!!
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you cruel, cruel writer you!
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I'm hearing some more graphic stuff in there, Rings! Way to go! I love the special bits about Paul trying to straighten his clothing and hair; and the hand-holding, gotta love that!! But what can be coming??? I don't connect with anything in a coffee shop...... Obviously anticipating even more excitement at any moment. M
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Also, I absolutely think the gathering for Sir's 64th would be the ultimate fan tribute -- and Lord knows, he's got some ultimate fans! It'd be great if we could start now and see if there isn't some way we could get some coordination with mpl, maybe they could recommned a travel service that would help people to find affordable lodgings, B&B's, etc. We most certainly will still need him, feed him, whatever he wants....when he's 64 [dadum!]
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i don't want to invade on glass onion's niche though LMAO! ooo, this is fun! [do i let them squirm for a bit longer? do i post the next bit now? hmmm...] the big five-oh. what will John's big news be? what will the future of the past bring for our heroes? wil the weather even imporve? find out in installment number 50!
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Mim Langdon:
Also, I absolutely think the gathering for Sir's 64th would be the ultimate fan tribute -- and Lord knows, he's got some ultimate fans! It'd be great if we could start now and see if there isn't some way we could get some coordination with mpl, maybe they could recommned a travel service that would help people to find affordable lodgings, B&B's, etc. We most certainly will still need him, feed him, whatever he wants....when he's 64 [dadum!]
i feel a new thread coming on!
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Ringo11:
i don't want to invade on glass onion's niche though LMAO! ooo, this is fun! [do i let them squirm for a bit longer? do i post the next bit now? hmmm...] the big five-oh. what will John's big news be? what will the future of the past bring for our heroes? wil the weather even imporve? find out in installment number 50!
Oh, cruel, cruel teasing! The suspense is killing me!
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Well, John is so funny man!!!
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well, here it is: the installment you've all been waiting for i hope it's not an anticlimax FIFTIETH INSTALLMENT! John reaches into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out a wad of notes. He makes the same noise as he will make later when he pulls a pack of cards out of his pocket in AHDN. Paul suddenly wakes up. ?Gads! Where did you get that lot?!? ?I told you I?d get us enough, din? I?? ?I thought? I thought you were just conning us out of our small change!? ?Naaaw! I turned it into a big change.? ?How?!? John taps the side of his nose. ?Just bloody tell us will yer. I don?t want to get arrested again.? You grab Paul?s arm and motion to the man keeping an eye on you from behind the coffee cup he?s drying. ?Oh, right, sorry. Well? Where did that lot come from?? Paul demands again in a sharp whisper. ?The bookies of course! Where else can a man turn shillings into pounds?? ?What?! You mean you put the money we gave you on a HORSE? You could have ended up owing hundreds! You don?t even know what you?re doing, betting on the races!? you?ve never really seen Paul that unrelaxed before. ?Cool it daddy, I knew what I was doing. Twitchy used to have this paper, see, and it worked it all out for him, see, and he never lost. So one day I decided to borrow it and after that his wining streak didn?t do so well. Well I had a look at this thing and it was easy, you just had to use this equation and it all worked out! Don?t look so mad, I got the money didn?t I?? You and Paul must have been the very picture of anger. ?Well, if you don?t want to go to Paris any more?? ?Okay! Okay, wait. So you got the money and we can go to Paris. Fine, we?ll leave it at that, but if you pull a stunt like that again I-? you begin. ?Is there enough there for all of us? Me, you, her and George too?? Paul interrupts. ?Of course there is, what do you take me for?? Paul takes a deep breath, looks at you, and grins from ear to ear. ?Let?s go to Paris then!? he says. ?How are we going to get there?? you ask. ?We?ll hitch a lift, like you said.? You put on an uneasy face. ?No need for that boys and girls, there?s enough here to put us all on the bus down,? John exclaims with pride. ?This must have been some horse!? Paul retorts. ?We didn?t give you that much money did we?? For a moment John looks sheepish. ?What have you done?? you ask in worried tones. ?Well I used the money from in the hat didn?t I? We couldn?t just leave it behind, and none of you remembered it.? ?You did WHA-? you begin. ?Great! We would have completely forgotten it and some other lucky bugger would have snatched it. Good on you John,? Paul says, apparently having changed his tune. ?Don?t look so worried,? he tells you. You can?t help smiling. Then a thought occurs to you. Why wasn?t this trip to Paris ever mentioned in history books? You know John and Paul went to Paris after meeting the German exis in Hamburg but you would have thought there would be mention of this trip as well. Maybe you?re getting your hopes up too quickly. Jumping the gun, as it were (gear, fab). You don?t say anything though. ?Well, lets have that coffee now that Paul?s woken up, and then we have to go and tell George,? John says, and they order milky sweet coffee while you have it black with no sugar. It?s no modern espresso, but it?s quite good coffee. After you?ve finished up your coffee and excited conversation, you head back out into the street. It?s now drizzling properly and you?re glad you?d managed to stick a jersey on before John turned up this morning. Paul on the other hand, looks cold. ?Can we get on a bus this time, do you think?? he suggests. ?And eat into our hard-earned funds? You must be soft or something,? says John. You get the bus anyway. It pulls up at the stop nearest George and as you approach his house Mrs Harrison comes out with the rubbish. ?Oh, hello boys. And Lady,? she greets you with a smile. ?Our George is having trouble getting out of bed, but I don?t think he?s asleep. You can just go on in if you like.? You all thank her and go in the front door. You find George in his bed, listening to the radio. He sits up when he sees you all cram into his room. ?What are you doing here?? he asks. ?We can?t tell you here,? Paul says. ?You?ll have to come with us,? you say. ?Put some clothes on first,? says John. George raises his eyebrows and gets out of bed. He looks at you expectantly until Paul twigs and pulls you and John out of the room. You?re met again by Mrs Harrison. ?I hear yer gig went well this weekend,? she says. ?Are you doing it again next Saturday?? ?Er, yeah, I think so,? says Paul politely. ?We need the money,? John says with a glance at you. You snicker. Mrs Harrison doesn?t notice. ?It?s so nice of Mrs Best to pay you so well. Three pounds a night isn?t it?? she asks. ?Yes. We split it four ways. With Ken,? Paul explains. ?Even when he doesn?t bloody turn up, like last week,? John puts in. He gets a look from Mrs Harrison for saying bloody. ?Why should you pay him when he doesn?t turn up?? you ask. ?Well, we need him don?t we. None of us wants to play bass and you can?t just have three guitars,? says Paul. George comes in at this point. ?Well, what is it you have to tell me all of a sudden on a Monday morning?? he demands. ?Come with us, son, and you won?t regret it,? says John with a sniff. ?Oh, okay,? says George with a bright smile. He beams at his mam and follows you and the lads out into the street once more. ?Don?t be late for school!? Mrs Harrison calls after her son. ?Where to this time John?? you ask. ?You?ll see, I?ve got it all planned out,? he says mysteriously. George looks from you to Paul and back in the hopes of getting a clue as to what this is all about. You give nothing away.
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Road trip!