WINGS FUN CLUB - recollections?
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Great poem!!
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Kestrel:
nowords:
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU,,,,,,WOW
My pleasure. Although I've presented the poem exactly in the way it was published, I puposely left off your name and location as was printed at the time. However,if you would like me to edit in those credits then plaese let me know. If anyone else had a letter/poem printed in 'Club Sandwich' (or the earlier Wings Fun Club newsletters and booklets) which you would like to see on this topic then please let me know and I'll have a look for them and post them up here. If you can narrow down the time when you think they would have appeared that would be of help.
Yes thats cool with me
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nowords:
Kestrel:
nowords:
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU,,,,,,WOW
My pleasure. Although I've presented the poem exactly in the way it was published, I puposely left off your name and location as was printed at the time. However,if you would like me to edit in those credits then plaese let me know.
Yes thats cool with me
Now done Sorry for the delay....I've been away a couple of days.
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Any more recollections of the days of Club Sandwich and the Wings Fun Club?
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As someone has already posted their Wings Fun Club membership card, I thought I would post this version. Around 1990 or so they had changed the name from Wings to Paul McCartney Fun Club and this is mine, sans info. (my scan is from when I created a faux version for this forum which is occasionally present on my signature) It came in handy at a 1993 New World Tour concert, when a security guy spotted me with my camera. I whipped out my card and said, "hey, I'm an official yada yada yada." He just gave me a funny look and left me alone. I still have a bunch of merchandise order forms and strangely, a note on Fun Club stationery which states that I have a credit of a few dollars. I never did cash that in. I had joined far too late... I was as a member from 1987 to 1994 or there abouts.
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Hello Everybody, Wings Fun Club, wow. I became a member of that fantastic club in 1976 after seeing Paul and Wings at the Philadelphia Spectrum. I bought Redrose Speedway in 1973 and didn't really pay much attention to the information on that album (regarding becoming a member of the Fun Club) until after the concert, because after seeing Paul "live" for the first time. I was too young to see the Beatles in concert and seeing Wings in 1976 made my dream come true and was listening to Paul's music a lot and was reading the albums covers I discover the fine print on Redrose Speedway about the Fun Club and I became a member quickly after that. I was kicking myself for not joining in 1973. Fun Club was great with all the things you could buy and getting a magazine every couple months but the best part was getting the things I order (t-shirts, books, buttons, etc). From what I understand, it was Linda's idea to start this club and was sad when she passed away and that beautiful tribute that Paul did in the last Club Sandwich was great. I still have most of the things from the club tuck away in a trunk (storage box) and will not part with it. I know one year I did get the Russia album free and what a treat. Many thanks to Paul and Linda for making us feel welcome into their lives through those years (1973 - 199. Cheerio, Tom Mac
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SIGH. I joined really late in the late 80's, just in time to get 2nd row tickets to see Macca live in Tampa, FL. Was amazing. Just incredible, and so worth it. I went with 2 friends but we fell outta touch. I wish I could talk to them again.....
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The whole Fun Club experience was magical
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Fiona M:
The whole Fun Club experience was magical
Yes indeed!
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Does anyone remember a story from the Wings Fun club about a cow on it's way to be slaughtered, and this extremely intelligent cow escaped and ran up to Paul McCartney and Paul bought it and kept it as a pet? If it was really true than WOW for the cow!
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And they called him Ferdinand!!! (I am not kidding you! )
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So it's true? how on earth did Ferdinand know that Sir Paul could save his life?
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Lubiana:
So it's true? how on earth did Ferdinand know that Sir Paul could save his life?
I seem to remember that Paul "met" Ferdinand on his way to work!
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Lucky Ferdinand!
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Hello Everybody, I was just reading some of the comments here and don't remember anything about a cow being rescued by Paul, but I do remember that Paul and Linda were driving somewhere and Linda saw this beautiful white horse in the field and Paul pulled over and they bought the horse from it owner. Cheerio, Tom Mac
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Tom5576:
Hello Everybody, I was just reading some of the comments here and don't remember anything about a cow being rescued by Paul, but I do remember that Paul and Linda were driving somewhere and Linda saw this beautiful white horse in the field and Paul pulled over and they bought the horse from it owner. Cheerio, Tom Mac
Well that is cool too. But to me the cow is even more amazing cause it was in a truck with other cows (if I remember this correctly) and they were being driven to the slaughterhouse and this cow somehow escaped and ran right to Paul.
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Hello It would have been great to see a picture of Paul with this cow. Does anyone know if there is a picture of this encounter? Cheerio, Tom Mac
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Here's a piccie of lucky Ferdinand, sadly without Paul.
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And here's the story as it was published in Club Sandwich #73: THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY (or THE CRATE ESCAPE) A true fairy story, told by Geoff Baker. Are you sitting comfortably? Then he'll begin. Once upon a time, not that very long ago, there lived a young bull in a land known as Kent. Like all the young bulls who were his pals, he liked to wander in his paddock by the water meadows, munching at the lush green grass and slurping at the old water trough with his large pink spongy tongue. All was well in the paddock until one day a big grey truck arrived, coughing clouds of thick black exhaust that made the little bull shy away into a corner of the field, where he huddled with all his pals. The truck was not like anything they had seen before. It had no windows in its sides, just slits to let only a very little light in, and at the back of it there was a large ramp that sealed it up like a cofEn box. As the little bull watched with unblinking big brown eyes, two men sprang from the truck, lowered the ramp and began marching towards the huddle of pals, waving sticks and shouting loudly. The little bulls cowered back into the corner of the field, trying to make themselves as small as they could be. But the men kept marching forward, still shouting and scaring them. Waving their sticks and shouting even more loudly, the men began to herd and push the bulls into the back of the truck, smacking them with the sticks when they hesitated. But the little bull didn't want to go into the truck. He could smell the truck and it smelled of fear. He could smell that other bulls had been inside the truck before, and he knew that they'd never come home again. So when one of the men lunged at him, cursing and yelling, the little bull ran off towards the prickly hedge that hemmed the paddock. The man ran after him, shouting louder then ever now and brandishing the stick that smacked. Suddenly the little bull knew what he had to do. He had to get away from the men and their big grey smelly truck. And so, with a big heave, he forced himself through the prickly hedge, too frightened to care that it hurt, and out onto the lane that ran alongside. Then, kicking his little hooves against the ground that was much harder than the meadow had ever been, he ran and ran like he'd never run before. The little bull ran down the lane until it came to a wide, wide road with cars racing up and down it. The cars honked and beeped at him, much louder and more scarier than the man in the meadow yelled, and although the cars frightened him as they swerved and honked and braked and screeched, he kept running and running as far and as fast as he could from the men with the big grey truck. Suddenly, as he ran down c quieter lane, the little bull felt there was something following behind him. He stopped and turned and there was a big blue car driving slowly behind him. The little bull ran off again, trying to lose the blue car, but it kept following him, driving slowly, although - the little bull realised - not peeping or honking like all the other cars. The little bull tried to hide from the blue car and ran off the road into the driveway of a nearby house. But, when he turned to see if the blue car had driven past, he saw that it had parked across the driveway, so that he couldn't run away again. The little bull grew frightened once more, worrying whether the shouting men with the smacking sticks were in the blue car. But when the car door opened and a man stepped out he saw that this man wasn't like the shouting men. He realised this because the man didn't shout. This man talked to him in a soft, warm voice, the sort of voice that he'd never heard before. And when this man put out his hand, it was to pat the little bull and not to smack him with a stick. The next minute a lady appeared. She looked at the little bull in the driveway, so the man with the soft, warm voice asked if the little bull belonged to her. The little bull knew he didn't and heard the lady say so. She also told the man that she'd been trying to catch the little bull because she was worried that he might get hurt running in front of cars. "Well, I'm late for work," said the man with the soft, warm voice. "I'm very late for work. But I can't leave him here all alone. So I'll wait with him a while." Just then, another car drove up and a man like the men in the field with the sticks that smacked got out. The little bull tensed, as this man had a loud voice like the men from the big grey truck. "He's a bloody stupid beast," said the new man, loudly. "He's escaped from his paddock. He's burst through every hedge and fence for three miles. He was meant to be going the market and now I'm going to take him back there." The little bull didn't know where market was, but he knew he didn't want to go there in the big grey truck. He didn't want to go anywhere in the big grey truck and he grew afraid again. Then he heard the man with the soft, warm voice - whose name was Paul - speak again. "I'm not so sure that he's stupid at all," said Paul. "I don't think he's stupid because he's crashed through all these fences and run all this way and out of all the people in the country that he could meet, he's bumped into me. No, he's not stupid. "And because he's bumped into me, I want to buy him. I want to rescue him." "Oh, you'll never hold him in a paddock," snorted the man who knew the men from the big grey truck. "I'm not so sure about that," Paul. "I don't think he'll be a problem ever again." And the little bull knew he was right. So he went with the man with the soft, warm voice whose name was Paul. He went to a paddock in a new place where there were no smells like the smell of the big grey truck and where there were no men with sticks that smacked. And there he was a good little bull, as docile as a baby. He didn't try to burst through fences or run away. Instead, he let Paul lead him around like the pet he'd become. And Paul called him Ferdinand, not "beast", and said he was the luckiest, pluckiest bull in Britain today. And he is. And this is all true. It happened just before Christmas 1994.
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Hello Everybody, Thank you for sharing the story and the picture of the cow, Calicoskych2001. When I saw the picture, it made me remember this story and wow, I forgot all about it til now. Again, thanks. Have a great day. Cheerio, Tom Mac