Once upon a time, some say it was in the 60s but those who know never tell, as you know as I know as tomorrow never knows. Four guys came to the great city of London. They came from the North and had funny hairdos, funny accents, guitars and not much more. They were new and nobody knew them. They called each other John, Paul, George and Ringo respectively and it wasn’t long before they started calling each other every name under the sun. One day maybe it was even a good one and the sun was shining they were walking through the big city of London and popped into a shop filled with many curious and beautiful things.
They spent a lot of time there trying everything on for they loved dressing up. But the most beautiful things in the shop were four black ankle boots with elastic on the side. They were cool. They were groovy. All the girls would start to shriek and groan just looking at them, the four guys thought. They were rock’n’roll. And just like them, the boots were new to this city of London.
“Well, look at these fooonky boots”- said John – “I’ll take’em.” He bought a pair without asking the others because John seldom asked.
“Look, if the cocky bastard gets boots like that he’ll get all the birds”- thought Paul, but he never said: that was because Paul was very polite. Instead he said: “John, you don’t mind me buying a pair of these too, do you? We’re a band after all.” John didn’t say anything; he had already fallen in love with the shoes, and let the world pass by behind his thick glasses once again. Paul got himself a pair as well, and looked good in them.
George thought, “I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping…woah! These two with their big fat ‘airy ‘eads get all the lassies, and I only play guitar! I must have the boots.” George bought a pair too and looked gorgeous in them.
Nobody knew what Ringo thought because he was a drummer and nobody ever cares what a drummer thinks. He certainly bought the boots too, they were a band after all, as Paul said. The four young men went out of the shop in their new shiny boots and showed them to the whole world. And soon the great city of London and the greater world beyond gave them the name of Beatle-boots, as they used to call John, Paul, George and Ringo the Beatles and it wasn’t long before they started calling each other every name under the sun.
“Well, look at these fooonky boots”- said John – “I’ll take’em.” He bought a pair without asking the others because John seldom asked.
“Look, if the cocky bastard gets boots like that he’ll get all the birds”- thought Paul, but he never said: that was because Paul was very polite. Instead he said: “John, you don’t mind me buying a pair of these too, do you? We’re a band after all.” John didn’t say anything; he had already fallen in love with the shoes, and let the world pass by behind his thick glasses once again. Paul got himself a pair as well, and looked good in them.
George thought, “I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping…woah! These two with their big fat ‘airy ‘eads get all the lassies, and I only play guitar! I must have the boots.” George bought a pair too and looked gorgeous in them.
Nobody knew what Ringo thought because he was a drummer and nobody ever cares what a drummer thinks. He certainly bought the boots too, they were a band after all, as Paul said. The four young men went out of the shop in their new shiny boots and showed them to the whole world. And soon the great city of London and the greater world beyond gave them the name of Beatle-boots, as they used to call John, Paul, George and Ringo the Beatles and it wasn’t long before they started calling each other every name under the sun.
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