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11.58am
19 September 2010
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Okay then, I want one similar to my first one, all 4. Then I’ll get back to individual Beatles. I’d like to think that this long one will be my Magnus Opus.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
12.32pm
4 September 2010
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mr. Sun king coming together said:
Magnum Opus.
Not to derail, but you reminded me I heard a fantastic latin joke the other day:
Everyone can put on their curriculum vitae that they know a little latin.
Boom boom! But yeah, interesting stories Sun King . It's always nice to push the 'what if' button now and again.
You all will have read that Dave Dee is no longer with us. But Mickey and Titch and I would like to carry on the good work that's always gone down in number two.
3.11pm
Reviewers
14 April 2010
Offline mr. Sun king coming together said:
George was charmed by his hosts, and he decided to reveal his business.
Yikes!
I like George – and I'm usually open minded – but yikes!
DoctorRobert – I love that latin joke! It reminded me of the line from the movie Top Secret – “I know a little German. There he goes now.”
To the fountain of perpetual mirth, let it roll for all its worth. And all the children boogie.
3.30pm
19 September 2010
Offline I didn’t mean anything like that, Zig!!! Shut it.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
1.48am
19 September 2010
Offline A little gift to M3. With some Random Capitalization to Go along with It (just kidding). (And, I am using a fake name for MMM, who will be here on referred to as Patricia Tomlinson (5 apple to the persons who can name the 2 people I based it on). Fair enough?) Here it is: “You're kidding. You must be. Me, getting free tickets to see the Stones? Serious?” Well, apparently, they were. Backstage passes to what was being dubbed as “the concert of all time,” a one-off show for their 20 anniversary, even though Mick Jagger and Keith Richards were warring. And yet, Patricia Tomlinson, 16 year old with a 60's music encyclopaedia for a brain, somehow got backstage passes for her and her mother, a first generation Stones fan. Patricia, or Pat, was spinning Beggars Banquet to no end in the week before the show, and had Time is on My Side stuck in her head for the whole week prior. But, on the night if the concert, tragedy struck. Jagger, Richards, and Charlie Waits all were struck with food poisoning. So, they couldn't perform, but George Harrison , Paul McCartney , Tom Petty, and Keith Moon were all at the show, so they decided to do a concert. Playing mostly their hits, with some creative arrangements, they even slipped in some covers of the Stones (Petty singing Satisfaction, George singing Time is On My Side, Paul taking It's Only Rock And Roll {But I Like It}). They even got Paul Simon on stage for an emotional rendition of Bridge Over Troubled Water (with Harrison taking Art Garfunkel's lead), and even more harmony drenched versions of I Am A Rock and Cecilia. But the best part of the evening for Pat was meeting 2 of her heroes, Paul McCartney and George Harrison . The meeting with Harrison was very fruitful, leading to a songwriting partnership that led to the recording of Pat's first album, an album which, on top of being a class production, was mostly Harrison co-writes, as well as 4 songs written for her, by Tom Petty, Neil Young, Paul Simon and Freddie Mercury. This was an album that sparked a fruitful career, a career of ups and down, but a career that can be traced back to that faithful day in July 1982.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
5.50am
4 March 2011
Offline Is Patricia for Patrick Star, like the one episode where he pretends to be a girl? And then Tonlinson is for LaDainian?
ONE MINUTE YOU'RE DEFENDING THE WHOLE GALAXY, AND SUDDENLY, YOU FIND YOURSELF SUCKING DOWN DARJEELING WITH MARIE ANTOINETTE AND HER LITTLE SISTER.!
5.40pm
9 June 2010
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Question: Can anybody post fanfic?
If I seem to act unkind, it's only me, it's not my mind that is confusing things.
5.46pm
19 September 2010
Offline Haven’t I been posting fabric through all my stories?
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
5.48pm
9 June 2010
Offline I mean as in anyone, not just you.
Maybe the question would be phrased better as “can just about anyone post fanfic?” or “can anyone post their own stories as well?” or something like that.
*this is all code for “MeanMrsMustard wants to post her own stories too. why does Sun king get all the fun?*
If I seem to act unkind, it's only me, it's not my mind that is confusing things.
5.59pm
19 September 2010
Offline I’d love some MMM stories.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
6.55pm
9 June 2010
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Yay!
OK, here goes. It’s pretty long, so just bear with me. 😀
Rick was an average 12-year-old. He played baseball, liked the Ed Sullivan Show, and loved Elvis. He lived in New York, just thirty miles north of New York City. Every day after school, he would go across the street to his best friend Matt’s house. They would run around in the backyard, and then Rick would go home for dinner. After dinner, Rick would go back to Matt’s house and watch some TV. Some days, Matt would go to Rick’s house, because Rick had a better record player and his dad had a guitar.
One day, Matt came over with a small package wrapped in brown paper.
“Guess what?” he said.
“What?”
“Mary sent mail!” Mary was Matt’s cousin. She lived in England.
“Cool! What’s in it?”
“A record.” Matt opened it. It was shiny and white. There were four figures in blue on the front.
“Help ,” read Rick.
“C’mon, let’s listen to it!”
They went to the room where the record player was.
“Move it, Lou. The record player isn’t a toy!” Rick picked up his two-year-old brother and took him out of the room.
They popped the record into the player. When it was over, the boys stared at each other.
“Wow,” said Matt.
“That’s even better than Elvis!” said Rick.
A few weeks later, Matt came over on his bike, out of breath.
“What is it?” asked Rick. He could tell that Matt was very excited.
“TheBeatlesarecomingtoNewYorkCityonAugust15thandticketsareonly$5!” babbled Matt.
“What? Slow down, I can’t understand you!”
“The Beatles are coming! On August 15th! And tickets are only 5 dollars!”
“Holy cow!”
As it turned out, Rick’s family was going to be in New York City for a week. August 15 was the first day they were going to be there. On August 14, his dad, who worked at Shea Stadium, told him something.
“Do you think that you and Matt would be all right on your own at the Beatles concert?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Do you think that you would be able to handle meeting the Beatles?”
“WHAT? YES YES YES YES YES!”
So at 6:30, Matt and Rick were waiting in line to get inside. They were set to be picked up by security as the concert was ending, and taken to the dressing room. After half an hour, Matt would get taken home by his dad. Rick’s dad trusted him to be able to find his way to the hotel, which was half a block away from the stadium.
They waited patiently as the warmup act played. Rick felt uncomfortable, because everyone else around him and Matt were girls. The band left the stage, and then it started.
The screaming.
It was deafening. Matt put his hands over his ears.
“Look!” Rick pointed at the helicopter that was landing on the field. The screams got even louder.
After half an hour, Rick was feeling disappointed. He couldn’t hear any of the music. It was drowned out by screams. He yelled “Shut up!” at several girls around him. Only two exciting things happened during the half hour. A girl ran onto the field and was tackled by security, and a girl near him fainted and was taken away. Finally, Rick felt a tap on his shoulder.
“You the kid who meets the Beatles?” A security man was standing behind him.
“Yeah. And this is the other kid.”
“Come with me. You’ll have to miss the last song, but you need to get away fast so you don’t get trampled.”
Rick, Matt, and the security man weaved their way through the crowd of screaming girls. Finally, they got to a rather nicely decorated room. Five minutes later, Rick heard the sounds of conversing voices. The door opened, and George Harrison walked into the room, along with Ringo, John, and Paul. They were carrying their instruments, except for John and Ringo.
Paul was the first to speak.
“Who are you?”
“We’re a couple of fans. Didn’t they tell you about us?”
A curly-haired guy wearing a suit walked in.
“Oh, look. It’s the boys who get to meet the Beatles,” he said.
“Hi, my name is Richard Brown and this is my friend Matt Jones. We’re really excited to meet you. My dad works here.”
“Did you know Richard is my real first name?” said Ringo.
“No. That’s cool. I always wondered about that.”
For half an hour, they talked. Rick felt like he was acting more shy than he usually was. At the end of the half hour, Matt left. He had his copy of Help ! that all four had autographed for him. Rick felt jealous. Why hadn’t he thought to bring something for the Beatles to autograph?
“Well… bye,” he mumbled. “I guess I have to go now. It was nice meeting you.”
Then Ringo did something unexpected. He took off his jacket and gave it to Rick.
“Here you go. Don’t worry, I’ll have Brian replace it.” Then he signed the sleeve. The other three grinned and signed next to Ringo’s name.
Rick was so astonished, he couldn’t talk. Tears came to his eyes, he squeaked “Bye!” and he ran out of the room. He put on the jacket and walked home.
If I seem to act unkind, it's only me, it's not my mind that is confusing things.
7.10pm
19 September 2010
Offline Honestly, I think I’ll abstain my opinion until asked.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
7.15pm
9 June 2010
Offline Oh, how come? 😀
If I seem to act unkind, it's only me, it's not my mind that is confusing things.
7.21pm
19 September 2010
Offline I’ll consider that being asked. I like the Ringo thing, but, I don’t really know what to think. (M3, I’ll say more in a PM if you want it.)
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
7.28pm
21 May 2011
Offline Love your story, MMM. Ringo is so nice 
"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?"
–John Lennon
7.31pm
9 June 2010
Offline You’re being awfully cryptic. Go ahead, but the PMs don’t like my iPod, so don’t feel miffed if I don’t respond right away.
If I seem to act unkind, it's only me, it's not my mind that is confusing things.
10.14pm
19 September 2010
Offline MMM, sorry about that. I didn’t know what I was really thinking. Now, here is the story of, well, me. [I will from here on in use the fake last name Favre (Zig knows him well.) I’ll use it for everyone, so live with it. Actually, this is the story of me and Von. I’ll use Terry Orr as Von’s fake name, so you know. Montreal, 1980, January. Here goes]
“So, Terry, how goes the job hunt?” asked Evan Favre, a local Montrealer, asked as his friend and him were walking to the old Montreal Forum for the Habs Leafs game. “Horrible, actually. I need a job soon, as I hear McCartney will tour soon, after Japan,” replied Terry Orr, a born and bred Torontonian and wise guy. Both were huge Beatles fans in their teens, with Terry calling it “sacrilegious in Toronto not to be a fan.” Now, as they watched the game, a route for the Habs, Evan remembered something. “Oh, I heard something on the news. Something about McCartney. Can’t remember what, though.” Terry, ever the wise guy, quipped, “He probably was caught with some weed.” Little did Terry realise he was right. But, the news wasn’t all bad. The newsager in the year that John was recording an album was greeted enthusiastically, if not with a measure of disappointment because of Yoko’s songs. In fact, the two lads were so happy he was back, they organised a local concert, where musicians sang their versions of Beatles and solo tunes. And then, as there were only 3 acts left, a messenger told Evan, “Lennon has been shot.” Evan took to the stage, visibly upset, and said, “Ladies and Gentleman, John has been shot. I have no other news. Terry, pass me my guitar back there. I’m doing a song before the next act.” In anguish, shocked and confused, Evan gave an emotional reading to “In My Life ,” before taking on A Day In The Life , a song no band wanted to play, because of the complexities. But, to do the bridge, Terry organized a special surprise; Julian Lennon. Taking in Montreal, Ottawa and Toronto before hitting New York, he was intrigued by the show, and Terry got him up there with Evan. It had been Evanwho told Julian that his Dad was shot, and Julian was willing to help. Now, Terry had a surprise appearance. “He’s been saved – Julian, you might want to get a plane ticket to New York for your dad. Now, let’s get back to the show.” Julian later asked to talk to Terry and Evan, and he told them that he almost left crying when he heard John was shot. “Now, will a plane leave at this hour for JFK?” Here was Terry’s moment to impress. “Before I went up, I called the airport and got them to get a plane ready for the flight, and I got JFK ready. Evan, take him to the airport. Tell them he’s for Orr. They’ll get you there. My condolences.” With that, Julian and Evan left, not knowing if John was even alive. They would need to wait until Julian landed…….
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
11.04pm
1 May 2010
Offline M3 I just read your story.. it’s quite nice!! I like the touch of giving away the jacket awww 
I’m off to read yours SunKing. Edit : That was nice.. well considering it deals with John's dead… it's a goodie.
Looking forward to read more!!
Here comes the sun….. Scoobie-doobie……
Something in the way she moves…..attracts me like a cauliflower…
Bop. Bop, cat bop. Go, Johnny, Go.
Beware of Darkness…
11.20pm
9 June 2010
Offline I like it. I like the touch of having more dialogue in it. Maybe that's just my style, though. I like heavily descriptive, dialogue-oriented stories. 😀
I think that the fake names were also more believable. I also love the “he's probably been caught with some pot” bit.
(and thanks, mith. It kind of fell out of the sky- I knew that they would have the copy of Help !, but I also knew that it technically belonged to Matt, but Rick was the main character. Then I realized that there was a bit where Ringo said, “My name's Richard too,” and that Ringo would do something nice for Rick.)
If I seem to act unkind, it's only me, it's not my mind that is confusing things.
11.28pm
19 September 2010
Offline Okay, I have to say something. Actually, a few things. First, Thanks, M3 (thank Gosh I have a sports brain), Thansk Mith, and I will be introducing a category for this at the year end awards.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
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