If I Fell

~12~ Reveal

The mini started and I was off, if Jim was not hallucinating this car was Paul fucking McCartney's and Bill dear friendly, cheeky Bill was John Fucking Lennon.

Now I don't usually swear, maybe a bloody nora or similar, but swearing was not in my vocabulary on a daily basis.

Til Now.

I picked up a copy of the latest 'Teen Monthly' from the small newsagent stand on the corner and went home to Jim's, Mister James, Mister McCartneys house.

Settling in on the sofa, feet up with a cup of tea, swirling the leaves in the bottom the cup, staring as they sat or slid in the wash of brown liquid.

Then I remembered.

I told him off about the Playboy magazines, bloody fucking nora! Paul McCartney and the playboys, I giggled and rolled off the couch, banging on the floor, rolling around again, if I wasn't going mad I was being mad, so I just went looney to get it all out.

The teacup coming to rest beside me not a drop spilt.

What to do when he called, circled in my brain.

Page 16 Teen Monthly

The words of the news article jumped off the page:

So George, the fellows have told us you were very ill" A reporter asked George

"Oh yes, it was horrible, couldn't say Marmalade or anything, was a right bother, what with the show being so close to the day of my being ill. Was right depressing"

George Harrison, pictured below left, looking dashing in a blue suede jacket with black slacks.

"Well you look raring to go now, that's good. What do you contribute to your sudden return to health?" Said reporter asked.

"Oh it was dead simple really, a nice girl called up and said Lemon and Scotch"

George Harrison plays lead guitar for the band that has stormed the states, soon to appear on the Ed Sullivan show in Miami

Blah blah blah

and it continued on,

pages filled with photographs of the band and them playing on some stage somewhere or other.

A list of shows followed on from the article and they matched up with the chicken scrawled red biro on the page I left beside the telephone.

I dropped crumbs of Chocolate Oliver all over Pauls beaming face and laughed, flicking the crumbs into the fire as I stood.

Having sat for the afternoon I was being lazy but this was humongous.

Paul sat there,

he ate over there,

he bathed in there, He bathed naked in there

and slept up there;

They had all been here, eaten my food, slept and taken off again, me none the wiser.

I think I don't blame Jim much really, for all he knew I could have brought half of London over for tea in the vague hope of meeting one of them.

I was a fan, but not a big one, oh yea they were gear and fab and very handsome.

I looked over the pictures more carefully as I thought about them. It all didn't matter anyway, they were there I was here and when they were here I would be in Liverpool.

The shrill of the phone ringing woke me from my slumber, the clock was just about to hit midnight and I had a plan.

Ramone Paul: "Ello Abigail, how are the English tonight.