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... )

We were finally home. The flight had felt like it'd taken days. It had been long and drawn out but I was finally safe on English soil. Had been for a couple of hours. Ringo and I had both decided we wanted to see our girls and we'd left in a mad rush to get to them. It was late and I was pretty sure Pattie was safely tucked away in bed but I wanted ( Read more... )

We were sitting on the plane, had just gotten hearded in actually and I made my way over to Ringo, sitting easily next to him and grinning at him. We were going home! By the end of the night I'd be stripping off all my traveling clothes and being able to shower in my own flat. Sleep in my own bed, but I was planning on going home to see Pattie as ( Read more... )

I'd only just gotten back to the hotel and made myself at home in my room when I was practically assaulted by the realization that George and I were...finished ( Read more... )

Ringo lay sleeping on the bed next to me and I looked around the quiet room. I decided to go ahead and write Pattie again. I tried writing her at least once every few days, if not every day.

Dear Pattiecakes,

Everything's going all right. I didn't get into too much trouble for the whole incident with the reporter. They wanted me to do an apology ( Read more... )

I walked into John and George's hotel room, seeing John sitting on a couch with paper and pencil in hand. I sat down beside him, looking over curiously.

"Hey Johnny, what're you working on?"

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... )

We all sat in front of a load of reporters, microphones in front of us. This was probably the worst part of being a Beatle: daft reporters ( Read more... )

I had thought about it and thought about it. There was nothing I could do but tell him no. I didn't know what else there was but that. I was much too in love with Ringo to pass him up for Brian. I felt awful, but I didn't see any way around this. I'd gotten away from the others for a bit so I could go to Brian's room and hop we wouldn't be ( Read more... )

I couldn't stop myself fidgeting like a schoolboy while I waited for him to finish up on the phone. I was ridiculously nervous. I wished I'd thought to bring my pills with me. At least swallowing them would have given me something other to do than stand around, trying not to listen as George exchanged endearments with Pattie.

The phone clattered ( Read more... )