GO BACK IN TIME with Ringo11: story of the century!!
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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.
LOL 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??!!
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Ringo11:
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??!!
I think I can see why they'd do that. Put it as snickering.
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HeyHeyJohnny:
Ringo11:
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??!!
I think I can see why they'd do that. Put it as snickering.
yeah, i just worked it out too : just goes to show that my mind just doesn't work like that eh? it's such a shame that some people ruin a perfectly good synonym for laughing just by the possibility of using part of it as an insult on this lovely board. snigering, maybe that does it. nothing wrong with a niger is there? like i nigel only bigger.
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THIRTY-FOURTH INSTALLMENT When you catch up with the bottle-wielding John you?ve come to what appears to be a bombed out house, just a pile of rubble really, with tall walls on either side and a little dark alley behind. There?s no one in sight and the only movement is that of a ginger tabby cat who appears to be fond of Paul, rubbing around his legs. He reaches down to stroke it. ?Well, now what?? he raises his eyebrows at John. ?You guys don?t get out that much, do you?? you give a one-sided grin. By their age you definitely knew what to do with a bottle of whiskey, and it wasn?t going to hide somewhere to drink it in secret with three other people. But never mind, this could be just as fun despite the lack of party and maybe more importantly, the lack of mixer or even glasses. It?s going to be one of these you-swig-I-swig dos. ?I hope you don?t intend to get through all of that anyway,? you say, because in your experience guys often can?t comprehend how much fun is contained in a whole bottle of spirits. ?Uh? no. Of course not!? George probes for the right answer. ?You never know,? puts in John with feeble confidence. ?Go on then, you first,? you prompt him. He stares you in the eye for a second, and then unscrews the cap and takes a swig. He only pulls a face momentarily and then looks back at you with defiance. Then he gives the bottle to Paul. Paul looks at you as well, and you keep your face as blank as possible. He shrugs and takes a small sip, and passes the bottle to George who does the same. Then the booze gets to you. You don?t look at anyone else, you just look the bottle square in the neck and take a huge swig. Or at least that?s how you make it look. In reality, only a little bit of the liquid makes it into your mouth and down your throat. It?s sharp in your mouth and warms your stomach as soon as it arrives. You just get the feeling it?s best to keep your wits about you today, and you always try to follow gut feelings. The bottle goes round and round the group, and after no time you?re all sitting on the rubble, falling about laughing. ?Shh!? George hears the footsteps on the footpath first. When the others manage to stop giggling you all hear them. John hides the bottle and you all sit there trying to look as though you?re just having a serious conversation. The owner of the footsteps appears around the corner of one of the surrounding houses? walls. The girl looks in the direction of the laughter she heard. ?Oh! Hello George. What are you doing?? ?Oh, hi Betty. How are you? We?re just, ah, you know, hanging about,? George answers the girl who seems to know him. She?s his age, younger than you, and George seems to act all different around her. He looks at you and the guys before carefully sliding down the rubble and going to talk to her. They walk a little way down the street together, out of earshot of you. ?Ha, traitor. I?m going to go take a leak,? announces Paul, and he disappears down the alley. It?s just you and John. You look in his direction to find his mysterious stare aimed straight at you. You try and find somewhere else to look. He moves closer to you. ?Don?t you think you?re being a bit forward?? you ask. ?Come on sweetheart, you?ve made your impression.? His breath smells of the whiskey and he?s slurring slightly. He reaches across and grabs your arm. ?Come on John, I?m not?? He tries to pull you closer. ?No one?s looking.? ?Maybe not now but?? ?Hey! What the hell do you think you?re playing at you fucking bastard!? you hear Paul scream as he appears over the back of the bomb site. He rushes over and grabs John by the back of the collar with both hands. He wrenches him off you and turns him around so they face one another. Before you can stop him, Paul has planted a huge punch. John pulled away so it doesn?t hit him with full force, otherwise it might have broken his nose. As it is, the punch hits him square on the jaw and knocks him over backwards. Paul launches himself at his mate, who?s trying to get up. You get over the surprise and intervene, throwing your arms around Paul?s shoulders and pulling him back. ?That?s enough Paul. He can?t even get up he?s so drunk. You don?t have to look after me you know, I was handling it myself.? He struggles out of your grip and angrily points a finger at John. You stop him as he tries to yell something. ?Yeah I know. Sorry,? he says. ?No, I think it?s sweet,? you reply. ?I? you do?? he thought you were angry at him, and you probably should have been, but you?re flattered that he would want to look out for you like that. ?Yeah, just don?t thump your best mate again ok?? ?Sorry,? he says again. ?Don?t say it to me, say it to him!? you tell Paul, and you see John smirking as he gets to his feet and dusts himself off. ?And you?re in the shit too, so don?t you look so pleased with yourself. I want an apology from you, and I want you both to shake hands.? They do as they?re told with sorry looks on their faces. ?What on earth?s going on here then? I can?t leave you lot alone for two seconds!? George returns just as the other two are making up. ?Nothing, don?t worry about it,? you tell him. ?Oh yeah, don?t tell George, he?s just the kid. Oo, shh, here comes George! Story of my bleedin? life!? he looks hurt. ?Okay, sorry. Paul went for a piss, and came back when John was? trying to make a move. Anyway, Paul thumped him one. It?s all over now though,? you explain as the other guys stand around looking sheepish. ?Bugger it! I always miss all the exciting things,? says George, disappointed to have missed the fun. The whiskey is forgotten and you all traipse back to George?s house.
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Love it, Ringo!!!!
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Ha HA! That was another great one Welcome back to the scene, btw Can't wait for the next!
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wonderful! D can't wait for the next
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Excellent I was just looking at the replies since your last installment and realised that we're all miles apart, you're in New Zealand, I'm in the UK, and your story is being avidly followed in the US and Canada and many other places besides and we all agree, we can't wait to see what happens next! Keep it up, it's nice to look forward to the next installment, to try to imagine what's coming next and to read something that makes you smile! I only wish it wasn't such a daunting task to print it all out (I haven't tried yet!) - reading and scrolling, expecially late at night is havoc to the eyes! Julie
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Chica Loca:
Excellent I was just looking at the replies since your last installment and realised that we're all miles apart, you're in New Zealand, I'm in the UK, and your story is being avidly followed in the US and Canada and many other places besides and we all agree, we can't wait to see what happens next! Keep it up, it's nice to look forward to the next installment, to try to imagine what's coming next and to read something that makes you smile! I only wish it wasn't such a daunting task to print it all out (I haven't tried yet!) - reading and scrolling, expecially late at night is havoc to the eyes! Julie
lol, i'm an international success! i love being able to make friends all over the world, it's really great. try not to hurt your eyes too much on my account though. look out the window every so often (or around the room if it's dark ). if you print it a bit at a time it'll be less daunting. or make the font smaller like in a book and print a chapter every so often. still costs the same but feels less here's another one to add to the problem...
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THIRTY-FIFTH INTSTALLMENT By the time you get back to George?s little house you?re all back to laughing and joking again and the scuffle has been forgotten. You head back in the back door, into the kitchen. ?Okay okay okay. Now we have to act normal like,? insists George. ?Okay,? says Paul, still snigering, ?but John?s going to have trouble.? ?What?s that supposed to mean?? asks John. ?Well you?ve never been normal have you.? ?Oh, now you?re askin? for it!? ?Guys shush! I can hear?? you begin, but you never finish because Mrs Harrison comes in. You all fall over yourselves and each other to stand up straight and put huge effort into keeping straight faces. ?Oh, hullo. Where did you lot get off to then? Not in any trouble are you?? she enquires with a smile. You, John and Paul can?t help snigering. ?No Mum, we just went for some fresh air,? says George. John snorts. ?That?s nice. Do you want me to make you some beans on toast?? Mrs Harrison seems to be quite at ease with the giggling going on behind George. You guess they?re probably always like this anyway. George turns around and gives you all the evils. You give him a cheeky smile. ?Yes please Mrs Harrison, but mine have to be vegetable beans cos I don?t eat animal ones,? you say. You?ve decided to test the boundaries with her just for fun. ?Oh, you?re one of those fussy eaters are you? Do you eat animal crackers?? she seems to want to play along! ?No Ma?am, I don?t eat animal anything. Including shoes and belts. Hats are okay though, so long as they?re wool and not to tough. Except if they?re blue ones, cos that?s cruel.? ?Are you sure dear? I can cook up a wonderful shoe stew, just ask our George.? ?No, I stick to my guns. And I won?t eat carrots either, unless I know they?ve been killed humane like.? ?Oh, well I?m sure I can find some vegetable beans for you, and I?ll open ?em out the back so you won?t hear them screaming. How do you like your toast?? ?Toasted please, if it?s not too much trouble,? you reply with a grin. ?Alright,? she says with a little laugh, ?and I know how you boys like it. If you come back in a few minutes it?ll be on the table. Now toddle off so?s you?re not under my feet.? You all follow George off to his room where he wants to show off a new chord he found. ?Do you really not eat shoes?? George asks you. You shake your head. ?What about boots?? John asks. ?Only Wellingtons,? you reply, ?you know, rubber ones. We call ?em gumboots back home.? ?Oh, I like a bit of gum. Leaves your breath nice and fresh it does,? Paul points out. ?Are you sure it?s not mainlining or habit-forming?? you ask. ?Only if you swallow it,? says George. You wonder how he knows his lines before they?re written. Finally you?ve found people you can swap Beatle quotes with properly! And the thing is, they don?t even know they?re doing it! One of George?s siblings knocks on the partly open door and another friendly Harrison face is poked round the door. ?Our mam?s sent me up to tell you your beans on toast is almost - Hey! Who?s that? You lads haven?t gone and picked up the one bird between you have you?? ?Gerraway!? George protests at the teasing. ?She?s my long lost cousin,? Paul lies. The sibling shrugs, nods at you and leaves. ?F**kin? friendly cousins ain?t ya?? John snipes when you?re just four again. ?Get off it John, you get some funny ideas in your head sometimes,? says Paul. ?Well? You both sleep in one little bed for a start! Don?t be all high and mighty, Paul, I know you?ve got balls like the rest of us,? John says. Maybe he is still pissed off, or just pissed, from before. ?Some guys have enough control not to take advantage all the time mate. Or is that a foreign concept like?? Paul retorts. ?I?ve seen you with birds Macca, you?ve got one thing on your mind and don?t deny.? ?Guys! Guys! Hello? I?m in the room here! Or did I suddenly go invisible? Christ! John, there is nothing going on that?ll make you blush, I swear. I have nowhere else to sleep and Paul?s family has been very kind to put me up until I know how to get home. And you can get all of these gutter thoughts out of your head for good cos it?s not happening and never will,? you snap. ??Hey! How did you know I sleep in Paul?s bed?? you ask John but look at Paul, who avoids your eyes. ?Oh, who cares, I?m hungry. Let?s go eat beans.? ?You get up and go to the door, turning to make sure they are going to follow before you head out and down to the kitchen. You?re all so hungry you eat almost without a word, and by the time you?re all full and happy you?ve forgotten all about the event in poor George?s room. You feel sorry for the young guy, he?s stuck on the outside of this imaginary love triangle. You hope the whole thing disappears because if it doesn?t you?ll have to take some sort of action to clear the air. Problem is, you haven?t got a clue what to do. ?Now what?? George breaks the silence. ?I dunno,? Paul says. ?Don?t look at me,? John is just as helpful. You look around after another small silence to find three expectant gazes fixed on you. ?What? I don?t even live here, why are you looking at me?? They keep looking. ?O?kay. Well, we could write sonnets.? They keep looking. ?No? Well how about we go and throw stones at seagulls?? They keep looking. ?Not that either huh? Um, let?s see?? you really don?t know what to suggest. They?re still looking at you expectantly. ?Jesus, I don?t know! What?s Paris like this time of year?? you are getting sick of this game. ?Hey, Paris sounds like a great idea!? ?Yeah, it?s ages since I was in France!? ?Hey, and we?ll find out whether the birds really have short legs and hairy skirts!? ?Social comment that.? ?It is.? ?Wait wait wait. You?re having me on now right? I mean, you don?t really want to go to Paris do you?? you ask. ?Yeah, why not?? ?I?m really in the mood for a big long bread thing, me.? ?Been ages since I hitchhiked anywhere too.? You try and make sense of all this in your head. You jokingly suggest going to Paris for something to do and suddenly it?s a wonderful idea and you?re all going to thumb a ride down there and live off air. ?Okay, sounds fun,? you begin, ?so how are we going to eat?? ?I?ve got a fiver,? says Paul. ?Hey, you never said! We could have all had new strings for that!? ?Why do you think I kept it quiet you plonker.? ?Oh yeah, right,? replies George. ?And have the rest of you got any money?? you ask. ?Because I sure don?t.? ?I can nick a bit from Mimi?s purse. What about you George?? ?I?ll see if Harold can lend me some. He?s got a good job now you know.? ?Okay, so even if we do get enough money to buy food and somewhere to sleep, isn?t hitchhiking a bit dangerous?? ?Eh? Why would it be dangerous?? You had forgotten that this is the fifties. People are kind by default and trust reigns. ?Never mind,? you say. You have another bright idea. ?What about busking?? you suggest. The more money the better as far as you?re concerned. ?What?s busking? If you mean hangin? on to the back of a bus all the way to Paris you can count me out. Last time I did that down the street I almost got meself killed!? says Paul. ?You did not, you were just scared shitless. You?re soft you are. What are ya?? says John. ?No, that?s not busking. Busking is playing music on the street with a hat out in front of you. People who go past drop money in the hat to get you to stop,? you explain. ?We?d only get arrested doing that,? points out George. ?I guess it?s not a well known practice around here then. People are doing it all over the place at home. There?s this one boy who stands around shouting. I think he calls it rapping. You won?t know what rapping is, but he?s not doing it properly anyway. It?s meant to be poetic and clever, but this boy?s just shouting. And there?s an old guy who claps and sings really badly. I think it?s his only job. He?s a mental. But there are people who are really good at it too. There?s a group of three guys with guitars and a drum who made a name for themselves out of busking,? you explain. ?Sounds good, but I don?t reckon it?ll work around here. No one would understand,? Paul says. ?You never know, we could have a sign,? suggests George. They look at John, the leader. ?I spose we could give it a try. If we don?t end up looking like right pillocks we might actually make some money.? So it?s decided. You?ll fundraise by busking and then hitchhike to Paris. What the hell have you just got yourself into?
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Brilliant That should give me something to think about this weekend when I am undertaking the last camp of the year (English weather!) this time with a load of families and their young 'uns from my kids' school! The things you have to do! Imagination is a great thing and you can take it with you! Just as well, I think I will need a bit of "getting away". Do they get to Paris? Do tell! J.
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Another fantastic chapter. Ooh, looks like it's heating up between Paul & John there, eh? Paris? Sounds exciting! Can't wait for the next one!
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Chica Loca:
Brilliant That should give me something to think about this weekend when I am undertaking the last camp of the year (English weather!) this time with a load of families and their young 'uns from my kids' school! The things you have to do! Imagination is a great thing and you can take it with you! Just as well, I think I will need a bit of "getting away". Do they get to Paris? Do tell! J.
i don't even know yet. i guess i'll have to wait and find out. anything is a possibility - venus and mars are alright tonight! how was the camp by the way?
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THIRTY-SIXTH INSTALLMENT ?Okay, so what do we have to do so that people will give us money?? asks George. Obviously your explanation of busking didn?t really make it into the heads of John and Paul either because they nod to second the question. ?It?s easy,? you explain. ?All we have to do is choose a place where lots of people walk by with lots of spare change and play music there. We put a hat out in front of us and make eye contact with people to make them feel guilty enough to pay us.? ?Like begging?? John suggests. ?No, like busking. Begging you sit there with a sign saying how hungry you are, busking you provide a service like music so that people just presume how hungry you must be do actually do that.? ?Let?s go then!? says the ever-enthusiastic Macca. ?Right. Yeah. We need guitars and something I can hit? you instruct. ?Eh?? the uncanny relationship between these three must already be forming ? they?re slow on the up-take in unison. ?Drums, a washboard, you know? for beat. And maybe a tin of rice to shake too.? ?Right, I?ve got a washboard here somewhere,? says George as he rushes off out the door to get it. ?Me mam used to collect tins. I think we still have some somewhere, but I don?t know about rice,? is Paul?s contribution. ?Mimi?ll have rice. She believes in a stable diet? which means the same as what donkeys eat,? puts in John. You hear arguing wafting in from somewhere as George tries to persuade his mother that we?ll return her washboard in one piece. Eventually he comes back in, triumphant and grinning, brandishing his shiny prize. ?Good. Right,? you say. ?Let?s get going then. Where do you think?s the best spot?? ?Aintree Hotel! That?s where all the rich ones stay and where all the common ones? like us? meet,? suggests George. ?Naaw, I reckon down by North End Music Stores where people spend lots of money and they?re bound to be into music,? suggests Paul. ?You?re both wrong. We should play by the Blue Angel and all those other clubs. That way people have come to hear live music and they see us first,? is John?s suggestion. ?Listen, I know I don?t know Liverpool as well as you guys but I think we should play at that market. The one you and I went to the other day, Paul. It?s best to go where there are tonnes of people and at the market we know they all have loose change,? you?ve never done this before, but even to you that sounded professional. ?Yeah, great idea only the market isn?t there for another couple of days,? John says in a mocking tone, not liking to be taken down a peg. ?Well, that give us time to work out what to play then,? Paul points out. ?Great. That sorts it then. We think up a set list now, tomorrow we rehearse and the next day we try our luck? anyone got a hat?? ?I ?aven?t, ?ave you George?? asks John. ?I did ?ave,? replies George. ?I will ?ave, read on!? says Paul. For the rest of the afternoon you argue about which songs to play and try and work out a couple of new ones too, listening to them over and over on the Harrisons? player. Eventually and unexpectedly Paul jumps up and turns to you. ?We have to get going or we?ll miss our bus! I didn?t even notice the time. Dad?s expecting us home for tea.? ?Forget it Paul, you?ll never make it,? says George. ?Don?t worry, you can stop ?ere. I?m sure our mam won?t mind. You can just ring up your Dad to let him know you won?t be home just yet.? ?Yeah, thanks but?? he begins. ?I?m hard to feed you see,? you interrupt. ?How do you reckon that one out?? George enquires. ?Well, I don?t eat meat.? ?Is that all? You can eat toast. We can all eat toast,? he decides. ?No need for that,? you assure him. ?I?ll make a frittata if you like.? ?Gear!... what?s that?? ?It?s like an omelette only better,? you explain. ?Sounds complicated,? John points out. ?What about you, John. Are you stopping too?? asks George. ?Nah, wish I could but Mimi wants me home. She says I?m hardly ever home for dinner and it?s not Sybil so I have to be there. She?s cookin? all sorts of fluffy stuff too,? he doesn?t sound too excited. ?Okay, fine, we don?t mind if you have better things to do than hang about with us,? says George, pretending to be hurt. ?You can come if you like,? is John?s sarcastic reply. Even you can imagine Mimi?s reaction to that and you?ve only met her once. ?So, about this Te Papa?? begins Paul. ?Fliparma,? corrects George. ?Musapha you twats,? says John. ?Frittata,? you put them straight before they get rude. ?What about it?? ?Can I help?? asks Paul. ?I don?t see why not,? you reply, ?but we don?t even know if it?s alright with George?s mum yet do we?? ?I?ll take care of that,? offers George. ?I?ll make her an offer she can?t refuse!? Since The Godfather hasn?t been filmed yet you don?t worry about this comment too much. So George sorts it out with is family, John goes home to Mimi, and you end up in the kitchen trying to explain modern culinary expertise to two Liverpuddlian teenaged boys in the 1950s.
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The camp was stormy! All the children from the school thought it was great to go wild for the weekend together though! During the 14 mile bike ride (not far I know, unless you haven't been on a bike for 9 years!) I was thinking on to what whould happen next, but I did not come up with cooking frittata! I really want them to get to Paris - that sounds like fun! Keep going! Julie
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Chica Loca:
The camp was stormy! All the children from the school thought it was great to go wild for the weekend together though! During the 14 mile bike ride (not far I know, unless you haven't been on a bike for 9 years!) I was thinking on to what whould happen next, but I did not come up with cooking frittata! I really want them to get to Paris - that sounds like fun! Keep going! Julie
14 miles on a bike sounds like far to me! i don't even have a bike my mind does tend to take some funny turns. i didn't know what was going to happen either, and then along comes frittata. i like frittata, me mam makes it. i think it was inspired by watching the extra interview footage of wingspan. that's the great thing about writing a story about paul - you never run out of things to inspire more writing! i saw a pictue in anthology the other day when i was meant to be working (i'm a shelver at libraries you see, but i tend to do a lot of sneaky glancing at the indsides of books too) which inspired a whole new scenario. and i'll go and write a bit now.
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