She's So Heavy

I Don't Want To Spoil The Party

"Hi ya Pattie, decided to come alone then.....?" John swung the door open, having a quick tease within Georges earshot "You do look lovely Patricia- new hair Or the old one?"

"Oh John you're so silly. It's all my hair on my head" Grinning happily Pattie looked over Johns shoulder to see who's inside already enjoying the party "Oh is that Mick, who's with him?"

"Oh, hell no- Johns here too..." Jackie muttered making George snort a disgusting noise. Jackie spun on the spot to tell George off with a hissing whisper "Why didn't you warn me!"

George, of course, shrugged and grinned like a naughty school boy whispered back "I only found out three steps ago Jackie"

"He's got a blonde with him, Keith a blonde and a brunette, Charlie's asleep by the window... Not sure why Brian or Bills not 'ere."

Jackie lingered on the step below Pattie not bothering to come completely up onto the landing by the door and George remained right behind her, stood a tad to the left, so he could see John annoyingly chatting up Patricia.

"Oh! there he is, Mister Droll, what's up wack? Haven't seen you since half three at the studio... weren't those the good old days" John stared, his peering gaze beholding the sight down the few stairs away from him. He grinned with an evil looking jokey grin as he caught George smile at some bird beside him, he had a hand to her back and looked pretty damn happy. "Jenny?"

"No John, it's not Jenny" Cynthia, appeared with a sleepy Julian "Leave them chat"

Jacqueline fairly quivered. She felt it, George felt it and possibly the whole block of apartments felt the worrying tremours that burst forth upon seeing Johns mug at the door.
The panic of being on the brunt of Johns venom this evening seemed incomprehensible.
She couldn't deal with the lot of them waggling fingers and giving her back what she had given them – a bollocking.

It was official, she was a chicken.

Jackie spun around to remove herself from the building. The whispered, gnarly conversation continued with George out of earshot of all those on the landing "Move George"

"Umm no, you're not leaving, you just got here. It'll be fine Jackie"

"Did you not hear him the other day?"

"Johns all bark and no actually bite... Well not normally"

"That makes everything so much easier"

"Yes, I suppose it does"

"I was being sarcastic Georg-"

"Hey you lot!" John stepped out into the hall and knocked on the door frame as he did so. The sight of the two stair dwellers squabbling and laughing, well George laughed, making him both intrigued and pissed in equal measure. Well if he's not in the on the joke, what's the fun of it eh "Hey! .... Scusy peoples, parties inside, not in the stairwell mates"

"Alrigh', all right. Coming John" George waved offhandedly at John then leaned in for Jackie's ears only "Come on, better get you sorted into a closet I suppose" He smirked jovially. This was a wonderful start to what looked to become a smashing night.

First up there was the news -Jackie was Hitler then her having come here looking like she stepped out of one of Pattie's saucy fashion magazines pictorials. Jackie hadn't any legs the other day in the studio, well she did, but they were covered in hideous looking matron stockings... today she had on ultra-thin black ones with a bloody daring line running right up the-

"What?! I can't go in a closet"

"I was kidding Jackie"

"I'll just pop off and catch the bus. Move aside please Mister Harrison"