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|| So, I might delete this blog. No one particularly interacts with it, and I guess I just suck at writing. That totally blows my confidence, but I guess that's just how it works. I'll probably delete in a day or two. See ya.
Starter // "Macca, we're out of beer.. would you like to come along to the market? Im sure you'd like to but things too.. and Im not 'memberin' a list of shit." The older Beatle spoke to Paul. // 'scuse mah french&paul already knows John agin so ha.
"I don't see why not," Paul retorted before standing to his feet and adjusting his blazer to a more snug position. He didn't really care to, being as lazy as he was, but drinking was a pleasure he reasonably enjoyed. Brushing past his bandmate, the brunet gripped whichever coat he felt looked best and brought it over his shoulders comfortably. Really, he wasn't certain which one was his, but any sort of cold protection was something he would easily get in on.Â
send me quotes for starters or just starters in general thanks
Paul McCartney in BRavo Magazine 1966

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Plaza Hotel, 1964
// i've basically had no school all week and i'm pretty sure they're taking away spring break because of it. smh.
John, Paul, and George in Paris, 1964.
 Netherlands, 5 June 1964
âTHE BEATLES ANTHOLOGYâ Book
1964
A great photo, double page on the book, of Paul dressing himself while Ringo stares at him.

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Paul McCartney during the filming of âA Hard Dayâs Nightâ (1964)
London Airport, 1964
Netherlands, 1964
1964, Paul : âHave no fear girls, SpiderPaul is here !â
Paul McCartney & John Lennon during their first U.S. visit, 1964.

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(;Paula) "Hey. Hey. HEY. Paul... I think you left the kettle on... for, like, three hours already. Maybe you should check on it."
Paul could feel his chest tighten hearing such a thing. He could only mutter a small curse under his breath before his form disappeared from one room and raced to the downstairs where the kettle was. Every step the brunet made was slightly sloppy and disorganized. The metal was a violent vermilion red and it was spouting flames from the bottom that seemed to climb the toolâs sides. He barely knew how to respond to such a danger. A lot seems to happen while one is intoxicated. After a few internal moments of panic, the brunet reached tactfully around the nearly molten kettle and flicked the stovetop off. After accomplishing that much, he bent down and ripped the fire extinguisher from  behind all the cleaning supplies and put out the minor fire that had barely built itself. The situation itself was enough to make the Beatle sweat, never-mind the heat building in the room. He was lucky there wasnât a violent fire. âChrist, why didnât someone think to tell me sooner?! I canât be the only one responsible,..â
Paula calmly made her way down the stairs, a sigh escaping her mouth. âJesus, Paulie. Maybe you shoulda checked the tea bâfore checkinâ the drinks.â Of course, she was a bit drunk too, but not as drunk as the other McCartney. âNever moind, we can try again tâmorrow, I guess.â Stifling a cough prompted by the smoke, she started her way upstairs.
Rolling his eyes in irritation with the otherâs finger pointing commentary, Paul muttered a small note under his breath before heading to the incredibly cramped sitting room, giving a couple windows a budge upward to release some smoke. âWasnât checkinâ the drinks, but thatâs a better assumption, I sâpose,â he huffed, which something that was practically a whisper before slumping against the sofa, extending his legs comfortably out affront himself and fixing his eyes on the television screen. At least that was something to relax his high pulse rate.Â
Paula took a quiet seat at the other end of the couch. âAh, well, still, three hours is a relatively long time, eh? Anothâr ten minutes anâ the entire place wouldâve gone up in flames.â The Beatlette rashly imitated a fire with her hands. âQuite unfortunate. Eppy would be rather angry at us both if that happened.â
"Hell, I'm Sure Brian isn't happy with a melted kettle and ruined half of the stove, either way," Paul complained before sinking more-so into the back of the sofa, doe eyes fixing a bit lower in a half-focused daze. Really, Brian was much easier on the boys than most people would be, so that set McCartney at ease over-all.Â
"Paul? Are you alright love?" He scooted up to the edge of the seat and examined his younger mate. "Love.. did ye pas out while I was gone er somethin?" He held the ciggie in his lips and took the younger...
Open || Amnesia
"Aww McCartney, I didnt mean it baby look 'ere c'mon!" He teased like the cheeky arse that he was. He smiled sweetly though. He took another drag and blew the smoke away from Paul this time. "If you're so tired go to bed, silly. I don't care at all. I'll just be in here eating peppermint candies and drinkin' tea~!" He chuckled. It was a great idea. He took one last long drag off the cigarette and snuffed it in the ash tray. "But seriously, if you're sleepy you can go on, that's what the bed is for lovie, it is a bit late anyway."
All the pet-like names his bandmate was throwing at him somewhat confused him. Was there something going on between the two? Not anything that was obvious, at least, but John sure made it look that way. Paul really wasn't tired, but if it gave him an excuse to sleep off the blank walls that surrounded his thoughts, then it'd be good enough. Paul stood up and toed his boots off, making his way for the bed across the way. "Ah-, might as well just give it up,.." the Beatle murmured to himself before turning on his cotton covered heels. "I've got no memory, I think. I 'aven't got the slightest who you are, or who I am, or where we are, or why-- please just fill me in, mh?"