GO BACK IN TIME with Ringo11: story of the century!!
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Hey, Rings! I go off for a few days of family responsibility and -- whoop! -- up you come with a new chapter!! Way to go, girl! You can't have just a Paul thing, anyway, can you? Besides, I believe that Paul was a bit more resposible about his school work in his day. Ever waiting for the next little bit... Mim
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Mim Langdon:
Hey, Rings! I go off for a few days of family responsibility and -- whoop! -- up you come with a new chapter!! Way to go, girl! You can't have just a Paul thing, anyway, can you? Besides, I believe that Paul was a bit more resposible about his school work in his day. Ever waiting for the next little bit... Mim
my pleasure and yeah, i think he was good about school and all that, but towards the end he did get a bit slack in that respect. and what's a week anyway?
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bumpity-bump Being patient takes a lot of me. You should feel honored, Ringo11
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Ringo11, I need a fix. (kneels on floor with hands outstretched and commences shameless begging) I am reading John, Paul, and Me by Len Garry, and it just makes me want more early Beatles. So another installment would be nice...especially since you left us hanging, waiting patiently for a day with Johnny. Pretty please with a cherry on top??
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I second that, throw us a bone here Ringo!
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Now see what you've done with your crazy eastern ways... You've got us begging!
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Rings, Is it exam time, or maybe you're having a bit more of a quandry writing verily about what might actually happen with a John story line?? Or, perhaps you've got some seasonal fever that's kept you off the computer?? We're withering away out here waiting for our story "fix" -- and would probably setlLe down if you were to share with us: maybe a new romance leaves you little time for fantasies? Family crisis? Personal injury? For Pauls'sake, woman, drop us some crumbs!! M
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Seriously Ringo11, I haven't seen you on the board in a while, are you okay? I miss you, you always bring such nice perspectives (not to mention yummy fantasy material) to the board. You are cool. Waiting can be so hard sometimes. (sigh)
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(sings the jeopardy song) do dee do do do deee do do deee do deee du de du de du du.......
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have patient darlingks...!!!! I'm writing a little story of my own...and I noticed you HAVE to have a break now and then...otherwise your mind is full of Paul all the time...and you aren't able to work...take care of the children...or anything else. so...take your time Ringo11!!!
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Ringo11...where are you ????? we miss you !!!
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So much for being patient, eh honeypie?
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lovelyrita16:
So much for being patient, eh honeypie?
oke...I'm being patient within limits I'm afraid something is wrong there at the other side of our lovely world...with our darling Ringo11.
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I must admit I'm overly concerned as well, but it could actually be that the girl's having herself a real life that doesn't have anything to do with any of us and simply hasn't had time to sit and ponder what a day with John would really be like, eh? But, we MISS YOU Rings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Ringo11? Are you there? (hears voice echo in the empty room, sighs, hangs head, and leaves)
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NO! don't leave! please, stick around! i'm sorry to have left you all in the lurch. i've been writing essays (and a screenplay, but let's not go into that) and going to lectures, but that's no excuse. i should have given you your fix, and i'm sorry. but here i am (while i have a few minutes) and... wait, it's only 8.46! i have more than a few! stuff that art history reading, that can wait. how is everyone anyway (apart from itching that is)? it's getting wintery here now (my favourite time of year really) so i guess it's getting warmer on your side of the world. anyway, enough babbling: heeeeres johnny!!
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FIFTY-SECOND INSTALLMENT The fair is at once less and more than you had expected. Everything seems to you to be outdated, reminding you again of the time difference you have crossed. There aren?t all that many people around on this wet Monday morning, and it seems as though some of the stalls and rides have been or are being packed away. It is a colourful place, but the colours are different from those you usually associate with a fairground. While you are used to bright neon pinks, oranges, yellows, such eye-catching colours and flamboyant signs advertising aptly-named attractions, what you see here are more traditional (and, you think to yourself, more tasteful) reds, whites, blues and bold primary colours. Not a glowing neon-green in sight. You wander around the soggy grounds for a while, all the time clinging to John?s arm half because he told you to and half out of a slight fear of the rough looking characters you pass. You spot a shiny coin in the mud and pick it up to spend on some hard sweets from a small stall. The woman who sells them to you has and extremely strong Lancashire accent and you have trouble understanding what she says. John seems to know though, and he buys the sweets and hands them to you. ?What do you say we go somewhere warmer to share these,? he suggests. ?Good idea,? you say through chattering teeth. You are glad of your jersey again. Off on another walk through the city in search of a comfortable hang-out, you pass a cemetery. You are suddenly reminded of greenfly and fail to suppress a laugh. ?What?? John asks. ?Oh, nothing,? you reply. He gives you a puzzled look. You talk about various things, but never anything really deep or serious. You find you can play along with his funny word games to a certain extent, but it?s always you who ends up with nothing more to contribute but laughter. When he looks at his watch and finds that it?s time for the clubs to open for their lunchtime sessions, he takes you down a side street and through an entrance which you would hardly have noticed. He pays a man at the door and leads you through the smoky semi-darkness to a little table with chairs. There are a few people lurking about in the gloom and something like jazz playing in the background. John lights another cigarette which adds to the sea of smoke that?s beginning to sting your eyes. You sit in silence for a little while, just watching the goings on around you. Then you notice some commotion at the front of the room and the jazz stops to make way for a man with a saxophone. You peer through the dimly lit veil to see that he?s standing on a small stage and other members of his band are setting up around him. The microphone gives some feedback but you make out something about cats as he introduces his band. What they play is certainly rock and roll, with a very solid beat and a lot of saxophone. They play songs you don?t recognise and a couple you do, like Money (that?s what I want). After a couple of numbers John leans towards you to speak. You lean in too, since the music is quite loud and he speaks quite quietly. ?So,? he says, and you can actually hear his deep half-mumble quite well. ?Tell me about you and Paul.? This request takes you off guard. ?What do you mean?? you ask. ?You seem to be getting on well, and his old man doesn?t mind you sticking around.? ?Yeah, that?s right,? you say cautiously, not really knowing what he?s getting at. ?Paul won?t say anything, which isn?t like him, you know, so now I?m wondering what?s going on.? ?Going on with what?? you?re starting to think either you?re missing something or he?s not making sense. ?With you and Paul, you know.? ?Bit backwards at coming forwards aren?t you?? you ask. ?Alright. Listen, I just want to know are you two going steady like, as it were,? he explains quietly. ?I don?t see why you need to know that,? you say, slightly offended. ?Well, you didn?t hear this from me, but I think someone would have to tell his Celia if you were.? ?His what?? now you?re really lost. ?Celia, that?s his girlfriend?s name,? John explains. You look at him in the half-light for some clue that he?s having you on. You see from his face that he?s not. ?Girlfriend? He never said anything!? ?Well, his old man never liked her much, and I don?t think he?s ever been very good with seeing her regular like but?? ?Why didn?t somebody-? you begin. ?Well, we weren?t sure if you two were, you know, anything to worry about, from her point of view like. I mean, she?s - you?re a lot nicer than her, she was just, you know, not really his actual, you know,? he says. ?No. I don?t know,? you say. ?Put it this way, he?s not seen her for a while but nothing?s been said on the matter. I think she thinks they?re still going steady.? ?And Paul?? ?I don?t know what he thinks. I told you, he doesn?t talk about it, which is odd. Don?t tell him I told you all this though.? ?Alright, I won?t, but you have to tell me what?s going on then,? you demand. ?Well I was hoping you?d tell me.? ?Alright, yeah. I see. Well, is there a reason Paul?s not said anything do you think?? you ask before telling him everything, which you now see as your only choice if you want to get to the bottom of this. ?Don?t ask me, he can be a queer bastard sometimes.? ?Well put it this way then. You tell this Celia that he?s not worth the trouble. Make something up, I don?t care,? you say. ?But hold on. You say they?re not really going steady?? ?Not for a bit, no. Never really were, except for she liked to think so,? he assures you. ?Well, if you think she needs telling about me and Paul, then do it. It?s all the same to me. But know this,? you add, ?Paul and I, we?re not exactly, you know, I?m not stopping him from dating birds or whatever. He can do what he likes. I?m just grateful for the roof over my head or I would have frozen to death by now, okay? But if you think you need to let this Celia girl into some sort of picture, just say what you like.? ?Jesus, you?re both the same you two. So bloody mysterious,? John says. ?Yeah, well I can promise you, there?s not much more to be said. Even I don?t know what?s going on, John, and neither does Paul. You can?t imagine what it?s like, can you,? now you?re getting a bit worked up, ?when? Well I like Paul a lot, but I keep remembering he?s 44 years older than me! Not now, but I don?t know what?s going to happen or how soon. I mean, this just happened suddenly, like some weird fantasy, and I don?t know how suddenly it?ll end.? On this last sentence you feel your throat choke up and you turn your face from John and pretend to watch the band with great interest. For a while he sits in silence. ?Listen,? he says after a while. ?I didn?t mean to upset you, telling you about Celia, but we thought you ought to know, and her too.? ?It?s not that. I don?t care if Paul has a girlfriend or not,? you tell him. ?You didn?t upset me, it?s all this. I?ll be okay,? you say. ?Sure?? You nod.
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o thank you god....we thought there was something wrong. Winter? Here in Holland it's spring...my favourite time of year. I was just getting ready for bed. Just read the good news that our paul is in London right now. Nice to hear that he is alright too. Good night ! good to have you back.
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Ringo11!!! You're back! Wow, sounds like you've been busy. We were worried for a while. Good to see you.
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I forgot (how could I? ops: )! Thank you, Ringo11!