Me thinks Paul, you know, AKA "Faul, or False Paul", because I saw this remarkable, amazing, portal-like movie where they explained how a deal was cut with the devil and Heather Mills when the real Paul was killed while driving in the rain with a fan, getting head or something, then crashing and being decapitated. (speaking of head)
Spoiler Alert!
Yes, Heather Mills was the admiring fan in the doomed vehicle.
Ahem, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't this the premiere post using the Marquee widgit? You're welcome!I recently posted on the "movies I'm watching" thread about the marvelous and informative movie "Paul McCartney Is Really Dead"
http://www.coastgab.com/index.php/topic,615.msg34362.html#msg34362 I think Sir Paul might consider some type of libel suit if any of his lawyers could stomach the impossible task of actually watching this cinematic pestilence past the first 15 minutes.
On a lighter Beatles mortality note, and since this is a radio geared forum, this reminds me of a funny true story. At least half of the funny is derived from the fact that, as I said, it is true.
Being a thoroughly habituated radio hound, it is sometimes enjoyable to listen to a true trainwreck of radio eFup. (Thus, my occasional monitoring of boy george from time to time.) Locally produced, weekend morning shows are potentially target rich delivery devices for radio so lame that it can border on the Nooronic, except for that it can be funny.
...So this particularly lame time, it was a Sunday morning and I was working out in the garden, like a damn fool. The only downside was that the local radio program was sounding like a sonic lobotomy. Pope John Paul II had just passed on into the grand pleasures of purgatory, (unless he gets a get out of jail free card or something, being pope and all), and the radio guy was moaning on about "it's sad, isn't it sad, how sad is it?- Please call and tell us how sad it is..." and on and on. Worse, no callers. Hey, yeah, it's sad when anyone dies really, I get it. But I couldn't take it anymore so I stop my foolish digging to walk over and change the station when I spot the cordless telephone
Here's how the call went:
Call Screener- Good morning, what do you have to say about how sad it is about Pope John Paul dying?
Me- Oh it's really said I tell you...
Call Screener- (Cutting me off, not letting me finish my sentence) Hang on!
Radio Host Guy- Aldous! Good morning! So, what do you have to say about how sad it is about Pope John Paul dying?
Me- I just wanted to say how sad it is about Pope John Paul dying.
Radio Host Guy- Yes, it's really sad isn't it?
Me- Yes, it really is. Now, it's like what, only George and Ringo are left, right?
Radio Host Guy- Silence... A little more silence... Click!!! Caller! That is not funny! It is so sad that you would even... blah blah blah.
The crazy thing is that about a month later, on a Sunday morning, I heard the whole thing broadcast again on the replay. Now that my friends, in this market area, is some great Sunday morning radio!
You see, it's president's day, I have a little extra time is all...
