GO BACK IN TIME with Ringo11: story of the century!!
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WheresTheBus:
It always is.
You know a few days ago that happened to me too- our cable was disconnected, I think my father did it in frustration & i didn't know it. So I was net-less for about two days & I was quite confused.
yeah, it turns out to be quite disconcerting when you have no contact with the whole world for a while
and i was amazed at how much i could get done!
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THIRTY-FIRST INSTALLMENT You decide, when your vision comes into focus and you realise where you are, that waking up next to Paul McCartney will never loose that feeling of indescribable happiness and bliss. And you know that?s all you need, nothing more. Just waking up with him there. You could do it every day of your life and never take it for granted. How lucky Linda will be. Not to mention Heather. But for now it?s you. Someone up there likes you. You just lie there for a few minutes, warm and comfortable, your eyes closed and a peaceful smile on your dial. Then you yawn and become aware of a little movement beside you. You bunch up your shoulders and pull the covers up to your chin, then you turn your head and find yourself looking into the whole universe, beautiful and clear, everything right there for you to bask in. You realise you?re seeing it through two beautiful, gentle windows, curtained by lovely dark lashes. The shutters close momentarily, like a blink, and then you are looking into those sleepy brown eyes again. He smiles. ?Mornin?,? he croaks. ?Good morning,? you resist adding ?beautiful? to the end of that. ?Sleep well?? he enquires. ?Brilliantly, you?? ?Just fine.? He sighs. ?Only problem is, I don?t think I can get out of bed now.? ?I know. Nothing out there could be better than being here.? ?Yeah,? he stretches his bare arms out as far as they will go, spilling cool air under the covers in that small bed. Looks like he only wore his PJ trousers. It was quite a warm night after all, which is more than can be said for the morning. Muscles showing under that pale English skin, he says ?but meeting George?s mum will be more exciting. And I don?t know about you, but I?m glad I?ll be there when you meet Mimi.? ?Does that mean??? ?Yes it does. Come on!? he tries to pull the covers out of your clenched fists under your chin, but you screw up your eyes and hold on. ?Oh, I see! You want to do this the hard way,? he says. ?Alright then?? He jumps up onto his knees on his side of his bed, and in one lovely, bare-backed movement, puts his arms underneath you and lifts you up, covers and all. One arm under your knees and the other under your back below your shoulders, he struggles off his knees and, standing on the wooden floor, turns you up the right way and gently lowers your feet to the ground. ?HA!? he exclaims, triumphant at getting you out of bed. Standing there still holding the covers and looking at the grinning, half naked Paul who now has goose bumps, you say ?It was worth it.? You dump the blankets in a pile on the bed and, grinning, go over to your little pile of clothes and pick up your jeans. He?s still looking at you. ?Yes?? you ask. ?Jeans?? ?I hate it when people answer questions with questions,? you joke. ?Alright then. You can?t wear jeans today. Can you imagine what sorts of things John?s old fashioned aunt will say if we turn up with a girl in jeans?? ?Yes I can, and I?m going to wear them anyway. I don?t care what she thinks, and she?ll have to get used to girls in jeans anyway, believe me.? ?I do. You wear what you like then. She?s really going to love George and I after today!? ?George and me.? ?Eh?? he?s puzzled. ?George and me,? you repeat, ?not George and I. lots of people make that mistake,? you explain. ?Oh, right, sorry miss. Please don?t make me write lines!? ?You?ll never remember anyway,? you know this for a fact, which he doesn?t realise, ?now excuse me?? ?Oh, right, sorry,? he realises you want to put on your clothes and he?s still facing you. He goes and puts on his own. After you?re both dressed you go down for breakfast.
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yeah, it turns out to be quite disconcerting when you have no contact with the whole world for a while and i was amazed at how much i could get done!
_________________ Yeah it has its ups & downs.
You focus a lot better when it's just you- the creative juices get flowing a lot better. Fantastic Installment, btw!
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This story just gets better and better! ( Eventhough it's only about getting about of bed... OUT OF BED WITH MACCA!!
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I have spent a week camping in a windy (but thankfully dry) part of Exmoor (S.W England), with two children dog and husband (they really seem to like this sort of thing!) The line "sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun...." springs to mind! I was suffering extreme withdrawal symptoms and waiting for the chance to catch up, but what's this, installment 31. Where is 32? Please put e out of my misery! Julie PS Re-read my attempt at writing (which was written many years ago) along the same theme. Made me laugh anyway! Very very bad! Yours is excellant - keep going. Bump!
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whatever you say chica loca! you should try camping in new zealand, then you could experience rain in real rainforest
. and now, out of your misery... THIRTY-SECOND INSTALLMENT Paul tries to get you to have beans and egg on toast for breakfast, but you stick to your guns and have toast and marmalade, and a cup of your blissful earl grey tea which you?d hidden from the rest of the family so there would be all the more for you. You never liked the idea of big hot breakfasts, in fact the very thought of eating that much sloppy stuff before at least 11 makes you feel quite ill. You avert your eyes from the hungry lad?s meal, and sip your tea carefully. It burns your tongue anyway. After you?ve finished and Paul?s all but licked his plate, he puts the dishes in the sink and turns on the tap. That?s all though, he just leaves them there, all wet but not clean. ?Okay!? he says in that little high voice. You find yourself a little surprised that he even does that as a teenager. You first heard him do it on the back in the us DVD, the bit where he?s doing a phone interview and Heather is trying to tell him it?s not worth his life to pull all the birds, but he?ll have nothing of it. That just proves he never dies in 1966. ?What?s the time?? he asks. You look at your futuristic watch, which by now you?ve given up keeping on home time and have changed to the Liverpool 1959 time. ?Just about nine,? you say. It?s five to, but your watch has no little lines and no numbers and you?ve always found it hard to estimate very accurately. But it?s a cool looking watch and who really buys a watch these days just to tell the time? Ah? those days. You have to keep reminding yourself that it?s not these days anymore. ?Alright, we?re later than I thought so let?s go.? ?Will John be up yet? If I didn?t have to go anywhere early in the morning I know I?d stay in bed.? ?He does have somewhere to go, he just doesn?t know it yet. Mimi likes him to get out of bed in the morning? so he stays there. But we can change that today, come on.? He hands you your borrowed coat and grabs his own on the way out the door. It?s funny, at the bus stop down the street form Paul?s house, there always seems to be a bus just when you need it. Whenever you need to go somewhere, the right bus is never more than a five minute wait at the stop. You put it down to Paul knowing the timetable really well and planning outings when he knows there?s a bus. Yeah, that must be it. You get off the bus in a very different sort of suburb from that which Paul?s house is in. this one has bigger houses, and they?re only joined in twos not big rows. They also have gardens and some of them have little fences too. You look for a street name, although you don?t need one to know where you are. This is Menlove Avenue, you?ve seen pictures of the house that Liverpool City now has tours through? now as in later. In your time. Now you won?t need a tour. Paul leads you up to a house with a little porch on the front. He straightens his hair and you give him a funny look. He pokes his tongue out at you with a wrinkled nose. It doesn?t have to be pointed out that you love it when he does that. You laugh quietly. He looks you up and down, shakes his head and knocks on the door. Not just any sort of knock, the one that goes ?knock, knock- knock- knock knock?. You hear footsteps from inside, and a very proper looking lady opens the door. ?Oh, hello Paul. John is still in bed, shall I wake him for you? or do you want to go up?? she says the last bit as though she?d rather keep Paul well out of her house. ?We?ll wake him if that?s alright. This is my, er? cousin. From New Zealand.? ?Pleased to meet you ma?am,? you say, and do the opposite of a curtsey which is an obvious absence of curtsey. In your jeans. ?Yes, likewise I?m sure. Come in,? you inwardly laugh at the way she says that without meaning it at all. You can tell she doesn?t not only because of the tone of voice she uses, but also because of the way she looks you up and down with a sort of sour look reserved by those of high standing for those referred to as common. You watch her as her eyes reach your jeans, and she visibly tries to stop her nose from turning up. She emits an almost inaudible ?h!?. Only posh people can pronounce ?h!? properly. Paul goes inside and you follow. Mimi watches carefully and with some discontent as he heads up the carpeted stairs and enters a closed door. You stick your head around the door and see him hold a finger to his lips to signal you to be quiet. He quietly moves up to the sleeping figure in the bed, and gently gets a good hold on the top of the covers. He takes a second to grin at you, and in one expert movement, whips all the blankets off John?s bed, leaving a startled guy in his undies. ?Wake up Lennon, it?s a beautiful new day!? says Paul, still holding the blankets. John gives him a really rotten scowl, and Paul promptly hides the blankets behind his back and looks innocently at the ceiling. ?How the hell did you get past the guards?? John asks. ?Oh, just cunning wit and extreme bravery,? Paul replies. John peers around the side of Paul at you, still standing there just inside the doorway with a smile on your face. ?You didn?t! You just brought a ?nice girl? with you, you dirty scoundrel. Pass me my pants will you.? John is even John in the morning. ?You?re not embarrassed to be in your underwear in front of a girl are you?? Paul teases. ?Gerraway! I?ll get me own pants if you?re gonna be like that.? He gets off his bed where he had been curled up with no clothes on, and walks around the back of Paul, pulling a face at you as he passes. He?s a very lean sort of guy, but not self conscious in any way. You?re very tempted to put one of your cold hands on his back, but you think it too late and he?s too far away. John gets dressed while chatting away to Paul, and he puts his glasses on last. With them halfway down his nose, tilts his head back and peers through them at you. ?Oh, it?s only you! I thought I was being paid a visit by the Virgin bloody Mary! Oh well, you?ll do,? he says in true John Lennon form. ?I don?t even like tomato juice,? you answer. ?Hur hur? Jeans?? ?You?ll go far,? you play John at his own game. He looks in Paul?s direction and then back at you, now wearing his glasses properly. ?What did Mimi say?? ?Come in, as far as I can remember. Oh yeah, and ?likewise, I?m sure?. I don?t think she was that sure,? you say. ?I know she wasn?t,? he says to you, and then to Paul ?Where can I get one of these?? ?She came in the post. She had a really strange stamp; I?ve never seen one like it before. But you don?t want one, she?s costly,? Paul explains, and then looks at you expectantly. ?No comment.? If in doubt, don?t comment. He?ll learn that one soon enough, they both will. Paul follows John and you follow Paul down the stairs and out the door. ?Bye Mimi!? John yells on the way out. You hear distant nagging as you head off the property and down the road to the bus stop.
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thank you!!!! D ! !
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She came in the post. She had a really strange stamp; I?ve never seen one like it before. But you don?t want one, she?s costly.?
That was great. Seemed like such a Beatle thing to say. Great installment!
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It just keeps getting better!
Have just returned from camping trip in wet and windy North Wales and am about to undertake the last one of this year's childrens' school holidays (5 nights in Cornwall, South Westest part of England - my land of birth!) I think I mentioned the rest of my family are very into this sort of thing! When I am lying in a sleeping bag trying to sleep, or trekking along in the middle of nowhere I find myself either thinking up stories of my own or wondering where yours has taken you Ringo11! Another installment please to keep me going through the last trip - believe me it is bound to rain in Cornwall in August! Bump!
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What ever happened to this story?
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WheresTheBus:
What ever happened to this story?
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Yeah?! Where'd everybody go?!
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Ahh look at all the lonely people...that's very BEatles thing to say.
Sorry I'm lame!!!
But yeah, Ringo!!! Where'd you and your story go? WE miss you!!!
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HeyHeyJohnny:
Ahh look at all the lonely people...that's very BEatles thing to say.
Sorry I'm lame!!!
But yeah, Ringo!!! Where'd you and your story go? WE miss you!!!
i'm here, i'm here. i went to wellington and now i'm back and so is my story! where were we? 33 right? right. here we goooooo.....
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THRITY-THIRD INSTALLMENT After a very interesting bus ride in which John and Paul, Lennon and McCartney, confused and terrorised the other passengers with a husband and wife type staged row followed by loud mafia-type scheming (?I say we just top ?im, show ?em all who?s boss!?, ?Yeah, they can?t get away with killing one of ours, and they knew it from the start!?) and much shifty sideways glancing and moodily staring anyone down who dared to sneak a look at these two young guys, dressed as teds and putting on one hell of a show, the bus pulls up in a street similar to Paul?s. You follow the guys off the bus and notice the old ladies tut-tutting and the driver shaking his head as you go. The street is Arnold Lane, and you follow your yet-to-be-Beatles to a little two up two down terrace house that?s much the same as the others on either side. They get in the gate and indicate that they want you to go first and knock on the door. You can feel they?re up to something but you also know that they won?t take no for an answer, so you stand on the doorstep with them behind you, and politely knock on the door. You hear footsteps from inside and a nice looking lady opens the door. She looks at you expectantly. You look over your shoulder, expecting one of the guys to say hello or introduce you to Mrs Harrison. All you see is an empty street. You look over the other shoulder. Also no one there. ?Can I help you?? enquires George?s mum. ?Uh? Er? I um?? Now what the hell do you do?? You look behind you again but no such luck. They haven?t popped out from behind a letterbox, laughing and joking. You turn back to the woman at the door, trying to plan how on earth you?re going to explain this jean-wearing girl standing on her door step. Just as you open your mouth, no doubt to say something clumsy or stupid, you hear lots of footsteps from behind Mrs Harrison. A young hand appears on her shoulder and as she turns to tell her son off for interrupting, you spot the other lads behind George, sporting large cheeky grins. ?It?s alright Mam, she?s a friend of Paul?s,? George explains. ?Oh, hallo boys, I didn?t see you come in.? ?We came in the back way,? says John. Paul points to John and mouths the words ?his idea?. She turns to you. ?Come in, please,? she says and then turns to the lads. ?That was a mean trick! You shouldn?t go round putting people on the spot you know, it?s not very nice,? she tells them off. They put on their exaggerated sorry faces and she can?t help smiling. Mrs Harrison steps aside and ushers you and the boys into the kitchen as she shuffles off out the back. ?What did you do that for?!? you turn to Paul first. ?Hey, it was his idea! Don?t go spare at me!? he acts the innocent. ?I oughta thump you, Lennon!? you say to John, as angry as you can manage at someone pulling a face like he is. He flutters his eyelashes at you. ?Please Ma?am, don?t cane me Ma?am, I was lead astray.? You grab him by the collar, pull his face closer to your own, and raise your free fist to shake in his face. He screws up his eyes, pretending to wait for the blow, and when it doesn?t come he carefully opens one. Your fist is still there and you extend your index finger and point it at him threateningly before releasing your grip on his clothing. Paul and George are sniggering. George?s mum comes back in carrying arms full of clean washing. ?So are you and Paul an item then?? she asks you. ?Aw Mum!? protests George. ?Don?t be so nosey!? ?I?m only taking an interest George,? she looks expectantly at you. ?No, we?re just friends. We met at a bus stop and started talking because we both like rock and roll.? It feels good not to have to lie about anything, but you know it can?t really last. ?Oh, that?s nice. Are you in their band then?? ?Er, well?? ?She?s our drummer, but we haven?t got any drums,? Paul cuts in. ?I see. Well, I?m sure it?ll work out if you keep at it lads? and lady.? She smiles at you and you smile back. Paul was right, you do like Mrs Harrison. She bustles back out of the room as fast as she appeared, arms still full of washing, leaving you and the boys alone in the kitchen. John reaches into his jacket when he?s sure George?s mum has gone. He pulls out a bottle of brown liquid which sloshes invitingly. He makes that funny noise, the same one he makes when he pulls out a pack of cards on the train in A Hard Day?s Night. ?Woah! Where did you get that from?? asks a wide-eyed George. ?I stole it from Twitchy ages ago. Come on you lot!? he instructs as, waving you all after him like the pied piper, he heads out the back door and down the little lane at the back of all the houses. You, Paul and George take a second to look at each other and then as one person run after him down the lane.
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Chica Loca:
It just keeps getting better!
Have just returned from camping trip in wet and windy North Wales and am about to undertake the last one of this year's childrens' school holidays (5 nights in Cornwall, South Westest part of England - my land of birth!) I think I mentioned the rest of my family are very into this sort of thing! When I am lying in a sleeping bag trying to sleep, or trekking along in the middle of nowhere I find myself either thinking up stories of my own or wondering where yours has taken you Ringo11! Another installment please to keep me going through the last trip - believe me it is bound to rain in Cornwall in August! Bump!
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sorry i couldn't meet the deadline. i do enjoy writing this story more than art history essays though (which i probably should be doing now but there you go). but i hope this installment is just as good when you're warm and dry
isn't the imagination a wonderful thing? don't know where i'd be without mine!
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I was beginning to wonder where you had gone too! but everybody's entitled to some time off! Another great installment
That should keep me going for a little while!
Looking forward to the next one already! J.
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Ringo11:
Paul and George are ******.
What are the ***************'s for?! Please excuse my sick mind...lol.
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in1964johnlennonwashot:
Ringo11:
Paul and George are ******.
What are the ***************'s for?! Please excuse my sick mind...lol.
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I was kind of thinking the same thing!!!
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HeyHeyJohnny:
in1964johnlennonwashot:
Ringo11:
Paul and George are ******.
What are the ***************'s for?! Please excuse my sick mind...lol.
LOL
I was kind of thinking the same thing!!!
bloody hell! i did NOT put those there! all is says is "Paul and George are sniggering."! how did those stupid *******s get there? what's wrong with sniggering?
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Ringo11:
HeyHeyJohnny:
in1964johnlennonwashot:
Ringo11:
Paul and George are ******.
What are the ***************'s for?! Please excuse my sick mind...lol.
LOL
I was kind of thinking the same thing!!!
bloody hell! i did NOT put those there! all is says is "Paul and George are ******."! how did those stupid *******s get there? what's wrong with ******?
eh??!!!??
it's done it again!! it just says snig.gering! but without the dot of course. sn.iggering... snigg-er-ing! like laughing for god's sake! why on earth is that a bad word??!!