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A Touch of Beatlemania

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Hi there...this is me a few years later. Mom says I changed a lot but managed to keep my good looks and superior intellect. I find those People who think they're perfect are so very annoying to those of us who really are. I may have my theories, but I'm still the same ole babe hound. Lucy and Rita are dancers in town at Nerk's Dance Bar and Grill. I taught them how to dance and they say they owe me. I just say it's all relative anyway!

This is me from my early days at music school. As you can see I was learning how to sing but my friend carried the weight most of the time. We worked eight days a week sometimes and my friend would cheerfully say, "we can work it out". With a little luck I always got by with a little help from my friends.

This is me and some friends from school sitting in an English garden. Someone would say "here comes the sun" and it was always easy to find an excuse to get out and say good day sunshine! If the sun didn't come, we'd get a tan from standing in the English rain.

This is my graduation diploma I got after just 28 years in grade school. It sure was a long and winding road. My Mom was so proud. She said I was the first in our family to finally make the grade...She said this was my ticket to ride, and your mother should know...

Another pic of the fun-guys after graduation and I got to admit it's gettin' better now that schools out for summer! At times like this the boys would break out in chorus,"Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye. Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down", always followed by a big, "goo goo g'joob".

Your mother should know!

This is my cousin Johnnie from Leeds. Johnnie wanted to be a policeman one day. Most of his free time was spent in training, patroling the interstate with Rita. Rita is a meter maid and once when she asked Johnnie how he got into her place he said, "I came in through the bathroom window". He was such a fun guy and no one I think was in his tree!

George spent all his time with the guys. He often said that he would get so sad when we were apart that even his guitar would gently weep. Oh my sweet lord there was something about all those years ago! He would say, "Think for yourself cause I won't be there with you" and break into a hearty chuckle!

Just another laid-back group shot. At times like this the catchy lyrics to a new song would often appear on the shore. something like,"You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur-king, you and all your silly English knnnniggets"!

A little late...but I got them!

A distant cousin from the southies, Richard was always a beatnik type. And had it been another day we might have looked the other way, and we'd 'ave never been aware, but as it is we know of it for sure. Richard was fond of reciting Medieval poetry like,"I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper"!

Paul and Johnnie were the closest of buddies. One day Johnnie said, "I am the walrus", but later took it back and said that actually the walrus was Paul. This happened about the same time that Paul was supposed to have died. But, that happened once before and I have no reply, it's a lie.

You can see from this photo taken just prior to the Benefit for Mr Kite at Town Meadows, in Rochdale, that everyone was alive and well thank you very much. Pablo Fanque's crew, as well as appearances by Mr. Henderson and Henry the Horse, made for one of the grandest nights of the year!

This is Lovely Rita. She was a working girl north of England way. She wants to hit the big times in the U.S.A. The parts she gets in the "action" flicks she says even grandma isn't allowed to see. She says that if she was smarter she could get parts with lines like her friend Lucy in the Sky does.

This is how I travel nowadays. I was born to be wild, riding! With the wind blowin' through my hair and the bugs smashing into my face, going to Kansas City! Its a just a 1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-8-9 Image Here

This is my Uncle Marky. He's a diesel fitter at a women's lingerie store by the docks in South Hampton. Mom had always said if I had any smarts at all, I'd use him as a role model and become a real nowhere man just like him. I couldn't do it. He had a very important job and it would've been hard for me to fill his shoes. He knew just when to say, "Diesel Fitter!" I think I know I mean a 'Yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree.

A beatutiful picture from a beautiful site!

And of course a little applet completely out of context!

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