The Writer rises at 9:47 A.M., he walks downstairs to the kitchen, he grinds his Columbian coffee beans, he puts milk in a bowl of wheat flakes.....he waits for inspiration as he drinks his coffee.
At 10:05 The Writer turns on the devil box and wonders why anyone wants to know what some dark haired sisters in Beverly Hills were up to last night. He checks his email for some hint of intelligent life on the planet.
At 10:16 The Writer steps out of the shower. He's squeaky clean. He sang a Beatles song when he was in the shower, no, it was a Paul McCartney song......With a Little Luck. The Writer wonders what Paul McCartney is up to at this exact moment.
The Writer is back at the devil box and he starts writing a story about Paul McCartney where Paul and John Lennon meet at a church fete and get in a fight instead of playing their guitars together. The dialogue options are almost limitless.
"Take that you silly swine tagger."
"You hit like my Aunt Pearl and she's been dead these twenty years."
"Come on, put your knickers on and fight like the girl you are."
Paul lands a punch to John's head and they both start crying.
"Me hand, you broke me bloody hand..."
"If I lose a tooth you'll pay Paul McCharmly....you'll pay."
