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What would you think if I sang out of tune?

Likely, “Well, that’s to be expected…”

In case my song reference was a bit obscure (It wasn’t) Yes! I spent the weekend in Liverpool. I ‘past stalked’ the Beatles. I am now filled with the light of the holy Beatles, made my pilgrimage to the Cavern club, and just about ready to shave my head and retreat to the mountains humming yellow submarine to myself.

As is the way with coastal towns I came away from my amazing journey with a cold. I am now sniffling and sneezing and the girl at the next computer appears to want me to die. Might not be far off, girl at the next computer, wishing ill on me is bad karma in this condition.

I brief overview of what I saw in Liverpool. The childhood homes of George, John, Paul, aaaand Ringo, Penny Lane, the place where John met Paul, and (the site of my FIRST touristy photo) Strawberry Fields (somehow it just… didn’t seem real… and, I’m well aware I’m not funny) Tons of fun, plus me tour bus totally had the Magical Mystery Tour logo painted on the side. That was a little taste of win-sauce right there.

I don’t have much to write about, I did a lot of hand written introspective journalling in Liverpool, thus not being overly adventurous. I chatted with a street musician for awhile in the pouring rain, very strange… (I just can’t stop it it seems)

And I met my first person from the Isle on Man! I saw her crying at the train station and against my natural inclination to sit there and keep reading I went over, apparently she goes to school in Leeds and was homesick, so we chatted a bit and such. Intrigue.

To my commenters:

Amber, it is indeed Castaway where the guy talks to the volleyball, as I recall the only real redeeming factor of the movie.

Ange, I tried calling you a MILLION times in Liverpool because I know of your Beatles love but your stupid PHONE was off. I tried incessantly at Penny Lane. YOU SUCK! I’m still NFA, however if you sent things to the following address I will get it:

16 Bowling Green Lane,
London,
EC1R 0QH

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2 Responses to “What would you think if I sang out of tune?”

Mom

Would you stand up and walk out on me?? Lend me your ear and I’ll sing you a tune and I’ll try not to sing out of key — ohh —(ok, ok, I’ll stop now — it’s just that your musical “prompt” gets me every time. I was singing Free Man in Paris for days andyou know I’m no Joni Mitchell!!

Great to hear of your exploits in writing — you made me laugh out loud a few times. And you know what I have to say about people who laugh at the computer…

Miss you so much, honey,
Love
xxxooomommy

Mom

PS: What do you mean the girl at the next computer — I thought you weren’t working today?? AND….if you’re working, what are you doing BLOGGING!!!!!!

Hah! Caught you red-handed!!

Love
Mom

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