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MeanMrsMustard said:

Aww… I almost got away… 

Never had a hope. And while I'm already here, I might as well tell you guys I'm doing one tonight. So, a post in here would be nice, to avoid a DP.

A little ditty involving the Brits (Walrus and Doc Rob. Ben is Doc, Tom is Walrus). Here she goes, London, 1970.
“Ben, did you hear? McCartney’s out of the Beatles. He’s out, and it’s over.” There they were, two British teens, both Beatles fans, experiencing the greatest (and one of the messiest) band breakups ever. Ben was shocked. It can’t be over, could it? “Yes, and I’m a famous astronaut. Good one, Tom.” “Ben, I’m not kidding. McCartney is quoted here. It’s done. McCartney has a solo album out in a week.” “Holy shit, it’s over. No more Beatles.” This was a reality that hit millions of fans across the globe in 1970. Two weeks later, the reality was both reenforced and destroyed on a joint trip to Canada’s francophone home, Montreal. While in Montreal, they noticed a small record shop that was selling McCartney, Ringo’s Sentimental Journey and Let It Be side by side in the window. Both the lads bought the 3, but when listening to Let It Be , they  got suddenly depressed. “Tom, I still can’t believe it’s over. I just can’t believe this is what they end with. This, after Abbey Road ? Give me a break.” “Ben, I’m glad you said it first. I can’t stand this. Ending on a sour bite to a delicious sandwich. And yes, that was lame. I admit it.” And yet, when they met a mutual family friend, their moods turned for the better as the friend told them that Paul was doing a show in Ascot a week after their return, and that they had their tickets waiting in England. Overjoyed, they spent the remainder of their trip wondering if Paul would play any Beatles hits, if they were reuniting, and if they had good seats. But, they received their answers, if not always the ones they wanted

DoctorRobert said:
That’s really nice. You’ve used the little knowledge you know about us to make a great story. I feel honoured 🙂
Then my mission was accomplished. I’ve got another story, featuring Paulrus again. Takes place in 1999 (Yes, I realise Paulrus wasn’t 18 in 1999. And yes, the Afterword is part of it.)
The True Story Of Lennon’s Death
For years people laboured under the impression that Mark David Chapman killed John Lennon . However, after DNA testing proved it wasn’t Chapman, a manhunt started for the true killer. However, a strange suspect arrived. Stephen Chara, an ex hippie with a love of Lennon, was charged with first degree murder, punishable with the death penalty. However, this man was innocent. And, the burden fell to Chara’s kid, an 18 year old with an old soul and a resilience unmatched in New York state. He knew his father was innocent, and he knew he would have to figure out how to prove the jury of that. A long and hard road followed, with bends, peaks, turns and flips. However, Evan just couldn’t see any hope of acquittal. That is, he saw no hope until he spoke to his father in jail. “Dad, where were you the night of December 8, 1980?” “Why, I was living in Hawaii, at an old rundown gun shop.” That single sentence solved the mystery. “Dad’s prints were on the gun. That was the trouble in proving him innocent. Until he told me he worked at a gun shop in the 70’s/80’s. Then I just got the employer’s statement, a check of inventory, and a bar bill from Honolulu on the very same credit card he still has, from the night. He was innocent.” This ended thoughts of his guilt, but increased public fear. This fear remained until the Attorney General announced a Lennon hater forged the DNA sample to get Chapman released, for which he received 10 years in jail. Chapman was rejailed, and then I was finally asked to tell this story, a story of resilience, of virtue, and of right over wrong.
Afterword: After I wrote this story, Paul McCartney asked me if I could reprint the book with the following quote. “To think that someone would actually forge evidence to get a killer released is shocking. I am astonished he was safe for even a little while. I feel horrible for Mr. Chara, and I commend his son for being able to prove his innocence. I wonder if he had read any Sherlock Holmes. That kid is special. But lastly, my thoughts are with Yoko, Julian and Sean, having to deal with doubts and safety concerns because of one Man’s idiotic behaviour.” 

Okay, Von again, with our new member AdmiralHalsey as the comedian and myself as the bartender. In 1977, here we are:
Imagine this.

You are an Canadian business man, flying to Melbourne to finish up a contract, and on the cab ride from the airport, you see this bulletin for a stand up comedian. Well, that is what happened for Terry Von Bontee. When he got to the show, he got a drink, sat down (this was a bar), and watched the guy. “What was funny about this comic was that half his jokes were about stupid people, and half of them were about the Beatles. And they were actually funny.” After the show, Terry invited the young comic to his seat. “The name’s Terry” said Von (as he is known by his friends). “What’s yours?” “The name’s Declan” replied the comic, in, surprisingly, a British accent. Seeing Terry’s quizzical look, he said, “I was 10 in 1970 when the family left for Australia. Also, that flight changed my life. Want to hear how?” Terry, after first ordering some shots of tequila, agreed to hear it. “While I was on this plane, the stewardess said, ‘Boy, would you by chance like this vinyl? Brand new. I bought it for my son, but he doesn’t want it. Here, take it.’ That vinyl was Abbey Road , and that made me a full on Beatle maniac. Thats why there were so many if the act tonight. Was it to much?” Here was were Terry decided a visual aid was in order. “Evan, get over here {Evan was the bartender}. Evan, how much was in the hat tonight?” “£70” “And how much is normally in the hat?” “£20”. “So, Declan, did that clear that up? Because if it didn’t, I don’t know what. As Ted Baxter used to say on WJM-TV in Minneapolis, ‘Good Night and Good News’. You have a strong career ahead.” As Terry left, Evan said, “Watch the Mary Tyler Moore show to understand, kid.” So Declan left, increasing funny but also increasingly wondering about who on earth was Terry. But again, the bartender has the answers. “He’s my brother. I told him to get down here to see you perform. By the way, you can’t finsh those. That’s booze.” “Then who’s gonna finish them?” “I am. My brother bought them after all.” Then Terry returned, saying, “Bro, do you have anything? She’s waiting.” Declan got up, grabbed the closest cricket Thingy, and sacked Von on top of the head like Bugs Bunny does so many times. The funny part?” The speakers started playing I’ll Be Back the second Terry returned. Now, it that ain’t Karma, that nothing is.