OOC: Yes, I know that Brian did not have a party on New Years of '64. Yes I know the boys went to Norman Newell's house. Well it's too gosh darn bad we don't have a Norman Newell.

Paul walked into Brian's Flat, Jane on his arm. He looked around, feeling...content. This year had been insane. Bloody crazy, and now it was finally coming to an end. He ( Read more... )

I hate conflict.  It gives me a headache.  So it's anyone's guess as to why I constantly seem to invite it into my life with open arms ( Read more... )

As I maneuvered my white mini into a parking space, I couldn't help thinking how lucky I was that I'd recently passed my driving test. Storming out after our argument might not have been an option if I'd had to rely on our driver ( Read more... )

I stood on outside a boutique on Carnaby Street, smoking a cigarette while I waited. I'd invited all the girls out for a lunch, since the boys had been so busy in studio, but only Pattie and Jane were able to attend. Maureen had some pervious engagement, and Cynthia couldn't find someone to sit with Julian while she was out. Shame, really, but I'd ( Read more... )

Ringo had headed off to see Maureen and I was out to see Pattie. I was bringing along some po so she could try it. I was really hoping she'd like it as much as I had. I drove over loaded up with joints and a pipe, just in case. I made it over to Pattie's pretty easily, since traffic wasn't heavy yet. I pulled up and parked, heading up the stairs ( Read more... )

I was in my room, sitting on  my bed and strumming idly at the guitar. Just moments before I had the greatest idea for a song, but it passed just as quickly as it came. Damn it all. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Just after six on a Saturday evening, and I was doing absolutely nothing. Something seemed wrong about this picture ( Read more... )

I ran a hand through my hair, making my way up the stairs to my room. The attic. I sighed, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

Jane was already there, smiling at me.

"Hello, love," I mumbled, wanting nothing more than to just go to sleep.

Having realised that I hadn't been very sociable of late, I decided to throw a party of sorts to celebrate the imminent return of John and the other boys from America. I say "of sorts" because I didn't think I'd be up to anything more thrilling than pouring tea and having a good old natter with the rest of the girls. Even that I needed someone to ( Read more... )

Paul had phoned me earlier in the week and notified me that they were doing a press conference in Chicago and it was being broadcasted on the telly. I figured it would be a good time to round up the rest of the girls and watch it together. We had been talking about how much we missed them lately and I thought it would be an excellent idea to get ( Read more... )

I had been called by Brian and notified that today was Cynthia and John's  anniversary. The poor girl would be left at home alone and Brian had deemed it necesarry to give her a good time out in London. I was only too eager to agree with him and thought and evening out with the Beatle women would be very entertaining. I'd ordered up a car and was ( Read more... )