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Dougie Johnson
New member
I'm sorry, I just can't help it...
I keep envisioning some fat old bloke drinking himself to death in an East London pub, going on & on about how he was once in The Beatles, as the waitress pats him on the back and humors him while whispering over her shoulder to the bartender "Time to cut this one off"...
And he leaves the pub, staggering off into the night, the London rain hitting him in the face all the while mumbling
"Ringo...must...die...."
And wakes up in the morning, hung-over, and lets out a troublesome moan, knowing he has to go through another day as Pete Best...
I keep envisioning some fat old bloke drinking himself to death in an East London pub, going on & on about how he was once in The Beatles, as the waitress pats him on the back and humors him while whispering over her shoulder to the bartender "Time to cut this one off"...
And he leaves the pub, staggering off into the night, the London rain hitting him in the face all the while mumbling
"Ringo...must...die...."
And wakes up in the morning, hung-over, and lets out a troublesome moan, knowing he has to go through another day as Pete Best...