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“An assignment in Jamaica had brought out the best in him. His interest in methodist acting had led him to a cloakroom at the Church of Latter Day Sadists. He had been commissioned to write a piece of shit. The pay was good, and it contributed to his children’s hospitalization. He was known for his chins and an unerring nose for newsboys. A cable had arrived for him that very morning stating the obvious: ‘Come too quickly. Stop. Try again. Stop. Am waiting in Paris. Stop me if you’ve heard it. Stop. Stuff yourself with artichokes and live. Stop. Don’t stop. Stop.’ He knew it was from Amie L'Nitrate. Her style was a little obstruse. He put on his oilcloth and caught the crabs. The Boulevard Saint-Germainegreer shone in all its springbok glory as he stepped lightly on some French loafers toward the waiting arms of Comrade Amie. “Tootie Frootie,“ he gasped, inhaling the fragrance of her hairs in his nostrils. She greeted him warmly with a cold. “You haven’t changed une bit, you oulde bastarde!” She frenched him round the neck. A flood of memories drowned him in a pool of sweat. ‘You taste bon, mon cher!’ she exclamationed. ‘I can’t wait to get my fingures in your croutons!’ said he. ‘OH you naughty man, you’ll never change,’ she laughed, eyeing his pants. ‘For you, my dear,’ he said, ‘I’d change my address.’ He gripped her by the pound and headed for the wrong bank. ‘There’s too much about underwear and sweat for my liking,’ he thought to himself. ‘Love is never having to pull yourself together,’ she said quite suddenly. “Love is never having to pull yourself off,“ he replied in a lighter vein. “NEVER CROSS A HORSE WITH A LOOSE WOMAN” They reached the Georges Cinque and checked each other out. ‘First of all, I will refresh your memory,’ she yodelled, chasing him round the roomservice. ‘Und then … God Only Knows by the Beachboys!’ He forgot his ligns and undressed. ‘C'mere yer little frog,’ he said, hoping for a renewal of his license ‘Let me tongue yer Pommes Frites.’ They made vile love in front of an open fireman. ‘A man in my position,’ he whispered from between her legs, ‘can’t afford the publicity.’ He resumed the audition, stopping only occasionally for hair. She, meanwhile, was fantasizing on Robert Redford and Bella the Abzug. The lotus position was beginning to strangle him. She was losing control, and he was losing his life. His tongue, however, was kosher. 'Long time, no ceiling,’ said Amie, holding him to the window. They were out to lunch. For dinner they settled on a quiet small Italian followed by a vanload of Gendarmes. 'This town inspires me,’ he said, forcing himself on a tourist. 'No wonder they never stop talking.’ She nodded, her mouth full of life. 'Don’t take me for granite, Perry,’ said Amie stonily. 'Never my love,’ he sang. There was an underlying bastard to their relationship which was to hold them in good stead in later bouts. Neither of them held each other down; in fact, they took it in turns. 'One good turn deserves an encore’ pretty well summed up their relations. They spent three happy months together and parted in a seething rage. To this day, his memories of her are clear and fresh. Like a force-fed baby, he’ll never forget, and neither, I hope, will she. The Eternal Flame of Love burned the bottom out of their relationship ahoy! The captain stepped down from his bunk into…”

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John Lennon’s little story, not finished. Published in “Skywriting By Word Of Mouth”

In September of 1966, John took a break from filming “How I Won the War” to meet Paul in Paris. As Paul described it, “It was an echo of the trip John and I made to Paris for his twenty-first birthday.”

Amie L’Nitrate - Amie is french for “friend,” as well as it’s a pun on “alkyl nitrites,” commonly known as “poppers”

The mock-French dialogue is also very reminiscent of John and Paul’s mock-Portuguese in “Sun King”

“God Only Knows” by the Beach Boys - released in May 1966 and Paul’s favorite song to this day

“Gripped her by the pound and headed for the wrong bank” “Let me tongue your pommes-frites…” “Made vile love in front of an open fireplace” - self-explanatory

“They spent three happy months together and parted in a seething rage” - John and Paul did part in a “seething rage” three years later, in 1969

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"In the great tradition of pantomime dames, Lennon played the leading female role of Thisbe, which allowed him some highly camp flirtation with Paul ‘Pyramus’ McCartney." -Peter Dogget, The Art and Music of John Lennon (2009)

by Onidaiko

Keeping clean

Since there is still no way for me to do work at work, I am continuing to read Geezer Butler's autobiography, Into the Void: From Birth to Black Sabbath and Beyond

John Lennon and George Harrison photographed in early 1964.

Mount Fuji, Japan by maruone

Paul once again disgusted by the backstage snack options. The Beatles at the ABC Cinema in Huddersfield, 29th November 1963 - part 5 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4) (x)

Those mean girls are talking about, and laughing at, Princess Paulie.

He fell over in the snow and no one would pick him up, so he’s now moping in the chalet with a wet bum, and refusing to go back out on the slopes.

I've probably said this already but I do think the reason I'm so obsessed with mclennon vs. other insane gay music duos is johns death like I know that makes me evil or whatever but paul spending half his life mourning and struggling to cope with losing john is just so compelling to me. Compared to like other music breakups where I'm like ok ur both alive so bootycall each other or stfu already 🙄🙄🙄 meanwhile mccartney is in his house surrounded by pictures of john and johns art and art hes made about john and calendars of john and johns piano bench, constantly talking/thinking/writing songs about john. It just doesn't compare. To me.