John in ‘Not Only But Also’

John in ‘Not Only But Also’

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sgtpeppersolonely:

John and George, Finsbury Park, December 1965.

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Bob Dylan & Allan Ginsberg at the cemetery where Jack Kerouac is buried

Bob Dylan & Allan Ginsberg at the cemetery where Jack Kerouac is buried

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beatlessoup:

At the Indra Club (Hamburg)

beatlessoup:

At the Indra Club (Hamburg)

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singusasongforme:

Paul, John and George with Gerry and the Pacemakers, 1962 (probably May), Hamburg

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how can I not think dirty thoughts?

how can I not think dirty thoughts?

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look who dropped by last night for his birthday…..
Meg Kitty looks confused

look who dropped by last night for his birthday…..
Meg Kitty looks confused

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ailsaavenue:

sorry I haven’t been able to type up the chapter (damn writer’s block) hopefully this will suffice.

Chapter 13:

July, 13: The Queen Mary

Julienne stood out upon the deck of the ship, looking out at the ocean ahead of her. The afternoon sun was setting slowing into early evening. she was dragging breaths in on her cigarette, musing about her future, not afraid of her slow demise. Marie came out to join her, rosary in her hands, Julienne thought she looked a bit pale and withdrawn. All Marie had in her wardrobe was black, black, black. Julienne shuddered at the sight of it, sickened. ‘Mon, Dieu!’ Marie lurched forward and promptly threw up over the deck. Julienne, concerned rubbed Marie’s back as she continued to heave. ‘Marie,’ she started ‘seasickness?’ Marie shook all over. ‘Non, madame Julienne. L’enfant’ Julienne’s eyes grew large in surprise. ‘Baby?’ she whispered. Marie lurched forward again, ready for another assault from her insides. ‘How long have you known?’ Marie didn’t answer, she knelt down and grabbed Julienne’s cold hand and brought her down to pray with her. Julienne threw her cigarette into the water and began to pray, holding the weeping young widow. ‘Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee'…..

Forthiln Rd: Evening

'Paulie!' Mike came up behind his older brother who was looking out the parlour window, Paul's face etched in a scowl. 'I got tha' photos developed' Paul turned to face his brother, 'Hm' sorry?'  'You know, tha' pictures I took of us on top of the school,' Mike pressed on. 'Oh' Paul was distracted. Mike handed him the photos. 'You know,' Mike continued 'I look very much like Elvis in them'
 ’No’ Paul said, ‘I look like Elvis.’
 ’You’re off yer’ rocker, you are! I look like Elvis!’ Mike argued. Paul didn’t answer, he turned on his heel and left through the front door, slamming it shut. He huffed over next door, he was going to give Regina a piece of his mind, angry that she had betrayed John. Paul stormed to the front door, knocking loudly. Regina opened the door. Paul didn’t like what saw. Her face was green looking, she looked withdrawn, she was swaying from side to side. ‘Reg, are you..’ Regina stopped him, ‘Yes, I’m alright, James. I think I had some wonky fish from the chip shop, come in.’
 Paul swept past the burgeoning woman and broke into his tirade. ‘You know the day you found out you were preggers?’ Regina sighed and nodded. ‘The day we, you know…’
 ’I’m going to stop you right there, James’ Regina raised her hand, ‘I was given the impression that no explanation was needed.’ Paul continued to press on. ‘Well, John found out, and he also knows about Stu.’ Regina sighed again, she sat on the settee, breathing heavily. ‘Do you love John, Reg?’ Regina looked a Paul sadly. ‘Of course’ she moaned. ‘You know our love is unattainable, he has Cynthia. He cannot be tied down to fatherhood, he needs to move on and enjoy his life, because, God’s knows I cannot.’ Paul’s eyes stung with tears, distracted by Regina’s hands rubbing her belly. Not too far away. At number 3 Gambier Terrace, John was drawing, he felt an uncomfortable chill sweep over him. He eyed up Stuart, who was busy painting. ‘Fuckin hell, Stu. It’s bloody cold in ere’.’

ailsaavenue:

pour vous Leonard

ailsaavenue:

wishing to be Leonard’s muse..

ailsaavenue:

wishing to be Leonard’s muse..