#sir this is maccas

[lavensia]

Redrew a magazine cover a while back.

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

Happy Birthday to the legendary Sir Paul

📷 mine

[jeffcbliss]

(Left to right) Abe Laboriel Jr., Rusty Anderson, Ringo Starr and Paul McCartney - Dodger Stadium; Los Angeles, CA (7-14-19). @PaulMcCartney @ringostarrmusic @rustyanderson1 @ogabejr

Photo: Jeff Bliss

[rossboss69]

TW:BLOOD‼️

Drew Paul McCartney after his accident, don't ask why

[briefalpacashark]

~Hangover~

Synopsis: Titles pretty self explanatory.

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The next morning you were happily cooking away, watching the minutes pass by on the clock. Usually the boys would have been up half an hour ago. You would have to wake them up soon, though. You all had a mission briefing soon. Now you are a good person. But last night they did have you running across town and dealing with police because of their antics. So you set up a speaker in the hall, turned it on full blast and played an obnoxiously loud ‘Can Can Dance’ song. Hearing the cacophony of groans, you smile, returning to the kitchen. You watched as Gaz, Jonny and Price all dragged themselves into the wreck room heads bowed and pinched nose bridges.

“Well good morning sunshine’s and daisies!” you made sure to hit your voice with a slightly higher and louder pitch, making most of them flinch and groan.

“Shhhhhh,” Price hushed in your general direction. Hearing the speaker suddenly die out, you peeked around the corner to see Ghost standing there with his eyes barely open and a now impaled speaker on the end of his knife.

“Good morning,” you smirked. He looked at your smile, giving a grunt before walking to the table, throwing his defeated opponent upon the table, the bang making them all wince.

“Well well well. What happened to you guys' last night?” you asked, placing two large plates on the table. Full of food they might or might not want to eat. 

“We, uh, we had a few drinks,” Price said.

“Of, a few?” you asked, piling up your plate and beginning to eat.

“Yeah, I think,” he murmured, grabbing a plate for himself.

“How's your chest Jonny?” you asked. Jonny looked up at you with an accusing look, wondering just how you knew about the bald patch on his chest.

“Don't know what you mean, doc,” he grumbled.

“Aha sure. How's the head Simon?” you asked.

“Fine,” he muttered. Everyone looked at his head and to the slight bulge on his temple that the mask failed to hide.

“Got to say didn't pin you as a booty shorts type of man Gaz,” you added turning to Gaz. His face paled as he recalled the pink bedazzled pants he had quickly thrown into the bin. Your smirk widened impossibly wider. You were having way too much fun.

“And sir,” everyone went silent as you turned to Price. He looked up at you with a slight warning.

“I'm sorry about the hat,” you said. Everyone was silent for a few moments as they took in your smug grin.

"I'm to fucken old for this shit," he grumbled reaching for his tea.

“Alright you know what happened last night don't you?” Jonny asked.

“Who me? How could I know? I wasn't there remember,” you said. They pondered. That's the thing. They couldn't remember a damn single thing other than starting a drinking competition with the airforce boys.

“Did. I um d anything embarrassing?” Gaz asked bashfully. You pretended to think.

“What do you define as embarrassing?” you asked. He groaned, and Jonny chuckled.

“What are you laughing about Jonny?” you asked, taking a bite of food. His smile fell as he quickly shut up.

“You came to get us?” Price asked. You nodded.

“So, what happened?” Gaz asked.

“You know I don't think you would believe me even if I did tell you,” you hummed.

“Try us,” Ghost said.

“Right, ok,” you cleared your throat pushing your plate away. 

“So I get a call at 2 am in the morning. You rang me from a random phone, at a phone booth, that you didn't use and you have my contacts up on Gaz phone that you also didn't use. You were all just sitting on the curb eating a shit ton of Macca’s. It was an event to get you all in the car. Then when I did get you all in we went to a bar to pay of your tab. A bar that takes away your left shoe to make sure you don't run out on a tab. Which you guys did. Oh, wait sorry. I forgot the part where you all took a dip in a fountain to save ducks from drawing. Well Simon saved the ducks, Jonny tried to help but somehow started to drown in knee high water. Gaz tried to save him but couldn't and then Price apparently saved you both. Anyway so across from this bar is a police station. And you brilliant genius’s tried to pick a fight with a whole police force. Because apparently one of them tried to arrest Gaz. And the only reason why was because Gaz stole a stun gun. Then when I threatened you with lazwell finding out you all legged it down the street. Ghost almost took out a low hanging beam and Jonny and Gaz took out each other. I then had to track you all down again. You all put up a fight thinking I was working with the police. I had to tie you three up and put you in the back. Captain you were in a fucking tree. Honestly don't know how you got up so high. And Simon was in the trunk the whole time. So half way back to base you somehow managed to convince yourselves that you were kidnaped and jumped out of said car. I looked for you again and you called me to inform me you all had been arrested. Lucky for you I'm a sweet talker and got you guys off with a warning. Then I got you back and had to lug all your asses back to your beds,” you finished of the story with a smile. The boys all stared at you, first processing your words and then flat out denying them.

“Bull shit,” Jonny said in denial.

“Well, have a look at this and say that again,” you pulled out your phone and showed them the photo. Their faces fell as they took it in.

“Delete it,” Ghost ordered.

“What? Fuck no. Do you know the shit I had to go through last night? I earned this,” you stated.

“Sargent, I order you to delete that photo,” Price commanded.

“Captain, can i just say you have the cutest sweetest little giggle I've ever heard in my life,” you cooed. Price's face snapped into a glare.

“Giggled?” Jonny smirked.

“Captain's a giggling drunk,” you nodded. 

“Delete it,” Ghost ordered again.

“Make me,” you challenged. A scream left your lips as they all pounced on you, successfully pulling the phone from your grip and deleting the photo. 

“You all assholes,” you grumbled, taking your phone back.

“Not a word about last night to anyone,” Price ordered, pointing at you.

“Yes sir,” You gave a mock salute, grinning ear to ear.

“What's that?” he asked, pointing to the smile.

“What's what sir?” you asked innocently.

“That smile. What have you done?” he asked.

“Nothing sir,” you smiled, batting your eyelashes before walking away. 

Across the base, Laswell had just entered her office, tea in hand. Sitting down at her computer, she opened her emails going through the more important once before finding one from you. Reading the topic of blackmail, she moved closer, taking a sip of her tea.

As she opened it her eyes went wide at the picture she saw spitting the tea out in a mist.

Later that day you found Ghost sitting on the couch rubbing his temple. 

“Here,” you said, holding out some tablets to him with a drink of water.

“What's this?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” you asked with a smirk. He shrugged, hiking his mask up to his nose and taking the tablets. You were slightly taken aback seeing the half of his face. And from the half you could see he was handsome. What you loved more was the stumble he wore. Yep he was definitely blond. 

“Huh,” you hummed.

“What?” he asked, pulling his mask back down.

“Knew you had a stubble. Jonny owes me a tenner,” you smiled. Again, the Dajuvu washed over you. Ghost thought back to the time you were in the hospital. To the time you held his face so tenderly and looked at him so softly. He wished you would do it again. 

“Hey, wanna hear something worth its weight in gold?” you asked, your cheeky grin taking over. He nodded, and you slotted yourself next to him, your arms pressed against each other. You opened up your phone going into your recorder. Shuffling impossibly closer you held the phone up between your ears. 

“What?”

“Shhhhh,” you hushed him, your hand unknowingly dropping to his biceps to pull him closer. He leaned down, his head gently knocking on the top of yours. It was comedic really. His whole upper body was bent over while you were just sitting there. 

Softly a giggle sounded from your phone.

“What the hell is that?” Ghost asked as he continued to listen.

“That is our dear captain giggling,” you chuckled. Simon couldn't help the laugh that burst from his mouth. And not one of his half chuckles. No it was a real laugh. I mean, who wouldn't be amused by it. Your smirk turned into a warm smile as you looked up at him. 

“Fuck, That’s hilarious. That's really Price?” he asked. You loved it, the way his smile reached his eyes.

“Yeah, but not as amusing as you tighty whities,” You grinned, patting his leg and getting up. He froze. Sure, he wore tighty whities when he was in civics. They were comfortable. 

“So you took advantage of me when I was drunk and unconscious?” he asked teasingly.

“Oh yeah definitely,” you grinned back with a wink. You went to leave but paused, stepping back to face him. “I didn't see your face if that's what you mean. I kept my eyes closed when I took your mask off,” you added. 

“I know,” he muttered. You frowned and were about to ask about it when Price called the two of you for the briefing. 

“Come on,” he said, walking up to you and putting you in a headlock. Which wasn't hard. He practically dragged you out.

“Don't go telling anyone about my tighty whities. Copy?” he asked.

“Sure thing, Sir,” you grinned tapping out. He smiled, releasing you. You walked side by side. Something you hoped one day you would always do.

“You owe me a speaker by the way,”

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[specificpollsaboutbooks]

Fiction Works with Footnotes

Semifinals

House of Leaves :

House of Leaves is THE novel to do footnotes. You think you've seen footnotes? WRONG. You're reading this book upside down to get all the footnotes. You're spinning her like a lovely lady in a waltz. People in the Macca's are staring at you and your 20 bookmarks clipped to pages while you descend into madness. A dude goes on a whole adventure in the footnotes of HoL. There's footnotes CONTRADICTING footnotes. 11/10 book. I love her dearly.

Maybe thee footnote book. There are so many footnotes, half the book is footnotes. It's about a house that's an 3/4 inch larger on the inside than the outside, among other things.

Absolute trip of a book.

Discworld :

Look, I *know* everyone and their mother is going to submit Sir Pterry's works, but it's for good reason. He truly is the footnote king. His footnotes have footnotes. Every single one manages to be absolutely hilarious.

Its Discworld. Thats all the propaganda it needs

[incorrect-smtiv-quotes]

Nozomi: “Of course, sir.”

Nozomi: “I was just going to ask you to sell a gun to this child!”

Black Market Merchant: *leaving*

Nozomi: “I worded that badly.”

Nozomi: “Hey, this isn’t a child. I was joking. He’s just a very small, but very tough Hunter!”

Nozomi: “...”

Nozomi: “I’ll give you 20,000 Macca.”

*Black Market theme kicks in*

Black Market Merchant: “Well why didn’t you say so, Miss Hunter?”

[get-back-homeward]

randomly caught this headline and surprise surprise, it’s a copy and paste job from an old interview. but now i’m curious.

has anyone run into the original 1994 Reverb interview?

According to Reverb, during a 1994 interview with guitar writer Tony Bacon, Paul shared which Elvis song made him burst into tears as an adult.

Reflecting back on The King’s 1950s Sun Studio records, Macca said: “Yeah. I heard them this summer – haven’t heard them for years – and I was blown away. I suddenly realised the last time I listened to this thoroughly was before The Beatles, before all that happened to me, and it just stripped it all away. It was like I was a kid playing snooker again and listening. It actually got me crying, pow. Really did it to me.”

The Elvis song that reduced Paul to tears was I Want You, I Need You, I Love You. The Beatles star said he could remember all the words, singing the lyrics: “Hold me close, hold me tight…”

The now 80-year-old shared: “And my kids were like, Dad, you know all the words to this stuff? You better believe it. And I thought, ‘Well, I once was a kid like this, before all The Beatles thing, and now you live with the whole legacy of The Beatles, and it’s great. You could do a lot worse.’ But you know what I mean? i Just the idea of that was fantastic—I was 17 again. Not a bad feeling when you’re 52. Anyway, what do you want to talk about? I’m nattering on here.”

ETA: I found it! 1994 Reverb Interview

[princeofpoems]

1 year+

1.  Its been a year now! When will it all end? River to the sea but I been sea sick They ain't see shit You know the worlds gone blind

Its maddening Governmental people only care when they involved - when it's they peoples You know the vibes There ain't know way These kids should be in school These kids deserve life Sir and Ma'am

Been boycotting McDonald's and Starbucks! I'm not lovin' it, F**k that first sip feelin! Ya feel me? People be dyin. I hear about the high school girls whining about their Pumpkin Spice Lattes, Girl ya basic. The boys want Macca's Save ya money.

The government can send billions to the war machine, but can't cure cancer, but can't support people with housing and food. The government can send billions to war machine, blocking the aid, but can't fix the child care crisis. Underpaid and overworked

If this was happening in the US, the blocking of the aid, anyone who was blocking any ammount of aid would be charged. Like interference

When will it end? Sorry excuse of a soldier Sorry excuse of exposure How can I keep my compuse Yellin This ain't a conflict, its genocide. Blow this up in 6 foot letters, maybe then youll see

Palestinians bein killed for entertainment. No love Who puts a bullet in a 4 year old. You are not a soldier, youre a devil on the payroll.

I cant do nothin' Future educator Can't take all these kids dyin They be taken way too soon I remember way too much These kids will never forget Never get the education they deserve

Call it what it is This is genocide No doubt about it Gone but never forgotten Like a rose in the concrete

[blackthorn-legion-irl]

ongoing arc thing: Mall Santas Save The World aka Holiday Semi-Hiatus (plural server post link) (some day i will actually improve this post) (i have it in drafts even)

mod info:

age 27 / she/her pronouns / autism/adhd/anxiety And More™

RP blogs followed from this account

non-RP blogs followed from @demifiendcruithne

jack frost sideblog: @unidentified-flying-heeho

boundaries: apply to all legion members + sideblogs

if sending IC hate that could be taken as OOC, please put an OOC note saying it's IC

flirting/suggestiveness OK but pre-warning that relationships/other situations won't be happening with other OCs. i allow it because it's Funny (especially if i don't understand it either lol)

magic anons/pelipper mail Encouraged, but i have a firewall IC to block things i don't want to deal with / delay things i currently can't

while i'll generally be low-stakes, i'm happy to participate in higher-stakes things in a support role, just ask :) this will most likely be in hacking skills (or reverse demon summoning for worlds that are ok with that)

Super Temporary Links to the pokeirl plural server post (ooc post) (ic post)

low(-mid?)-stakes RP with an outsider's view of rotomblr. the Legion's world is vaguely based on SMT Devil Survivor 2 mechanically, and historically there was a japanese empire instead of a roman empire so england has more japanese influences, notably using yen (and macca when demons are involved)

the Legion is an ever-shifting group of people moving in and out of one apartment due to capitalism being a heck. Known Residents of the Legion: Human: Blackthorn Legion - she/her, ace/aro - the primary poster, accountholder, the one actually renting the apartment the Legion live in. has a bad habit of revealing that she knows people's history if they're in a game she played. snarky but has a soft spot. slightly a wanted hacker but don't worry about that. yes her surname is Legion she changed it to heck with genji overwatch. her sibling/good twin is Literally madeline celeste (no her last name is not celeste) Simon - he/him, masc-leaning bi - the butt monkey castlevania stan. came up with the legion name. Blackthorn's most tolerable apartmentmate. often the voice of reason except when it comes to wall chicken. has a boring horsesona and is salty about it. TWC - any pronouns - joined as The Wiggles Cultist (<(:0)OOoo>) but changes what the initials stand for pretty often. or basically every post at this point. They Speak In All Capitalised Words Legion Resident - any other human resident.

Non-Human: Aeros - pronouns unknown - air elemental who is generally either trapped in a vacuum cleaner or chasing people (aka simon) around. Aeros' location is unknown after being sent to pokemart manglement and released somewhere Bonk - they/he - a Beldum who true to their name can and will headbonk people as a main form of communication. trained service mon :) Nickit - he/him - a Nickit slightly longer than average, who is white with black accents and green markings on their face. (art source) naive and nods off a lot, can talk to humans, name currently unknown. has gmax meowth/furret/(hisuian?) zorua ancestry (source | longcat trace) Dr. Slushy - he/him - a Jack Frost. he's in the pokeworld now but he may still send messages through here for convenience Ghost - a ghost who's basically hanging out here possessing random people. name and pronouns vary based on host body

Associates: free to ask about, may not appear much Angy - weird stripey floating dude who gave Blackthorn the base for the MVSP. knows Something about world administration. Pixie of Amala - the Uberpixie who helped Demi-fiend (aka Sir Not Currently Appearing In This Universe He's Just Vibing)

any posts without a --blackthorn or whoever don't have who posted them defined; either it doesn't matter or i forgor. assume blackthorn but may get retconned any brackets like (simon: something) are a cut-in from someone else. ooc is marked with // or ooc: or both

The MVRS.py: stands for 'MultiVersal Reverse Summoning', pronounced 'movers'. Blackthorn's method of accessing rotumblr, which she's hacked to Try and send items through. it isn't the most reliable - anything she sends with it may get... altered at receiver's will. it's a py file because python my beloved

IC: Blackthorn and Simon

//drawn by @yewwantstobattle &lt;;3 /platonic

Blackthorn Legion - 27 - she/her (gender sucks. i just use what i'm used to) - autism/adhd/fibromyalgia - ace/aro - picrews

i live in an apartment with like 20-30 other people. any stupid comments it's probably them. or the demon internet cafe i've basically set up at this point my place is basically just. for people to come get back on their feet. why is capitalism making /me/ the best option.

if you're reading this i probably freaked you out by knowing something i 'shouldn't'. see, my universe turned a bunch of events from other worlds into games and other media, so i know more history of your world than i do mine. so that's fun

yes my surname is legally* legion. yes i changed it to heck with someone *in the sense that it's what the authorities/most wanted list etc. know me by. birth identity doesn't exist any more and civilian identity is under the radar

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Simon. bi (masc-leaning) he/him. too old to have a boring horsesona are you kidding me--- picrews i guess.

okay it's basically out at this point - hecker - YES i used to have a crush on blackthorn that is Not why i am here we are still friends and honestly i prefer guys these days anyway.

i somehow get the feeling that angy is trolling me. doesn't he have anything better to do?

[bolton-buried]

(IM NKT SIRE IF IVE SENT THIS ALREADY IM SORRY)

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Sir, this is a Macca’s.

[blubushie]

Is there a particular way Aussie nicknames for someone work? Are they only for certain names? (John to Johnno, Michael to Mick, ect)

They usually consist of altering the name with an "-o" or "-za."

In the "-o" category we have these. This ending is more common with male names.

Brandon → Branno

John/John → Jonno/Johnno (OR Jack → Jacko)

Steve → Stevo

Daniel → Dan → Danno

Richard → Rick → Ricko/Rico

Nicholas → Nick → Nicko/Nico

In the "-za" category we have these. This ending is more common with female names.

Jeremy → Jez/Jezza

Sharon → Shazza

Lawrence/Laurence → Lozza

Teresa → Tezza

Harry → Hazza

Daryl/Darren → Daz → Dazza

Cheryl → Chezza

And for some unspecified alterations:

Anything that starts with "Mc" → Macca (for examples, if you were to go to McDonald's, in Australia you'd say you're heading to Macca's)

Eric → Ecka/Ekka

Evan → Evs

Jacqueline → Jacks

Julia/Julian → Jules

Michael → Mickey → Mick

Generally Australia hates the concept of long "titles." Anything beyond a polite "sir" or "ma'am" means you're being relegated to a nickname, especially if you're a person of authority because Aussies hate authority (to be expected from the descendants of convicts, ay?) Anything from professors to pollies use their first names, or hypocoristic nicknames. For example, our former PM Scott Morrison was called Scomo both by the people, in person, and even in the press. The higher your authority, the more likely we are to knock you down a peg to be closer to the Common People by giving you a nickname.

Sometimes however nicknames are hard to do. My birth name wasn't that impressive as Joe, so growing up I was called Joey. As I got older Joey stopped being used as it was too infantilising for me, so people defaulted on the nickname I'd had growing up: Blue, which is an Australian slang term for a redhead. I was a strawberry blonde for most of my life up until around puberty, so I was deemed Blue growing up until we realised I'm not actually a ginger and just a really bright reddish blonde. It's darkened to a dirty blonde but the nickname stuck, and now it's my actual name after the whole dehydration incident.

[vreenak]

James Fitzjamea would be an instagram influencer. Francis is the old guy on tiktok who complains about everything

Brilliant!!! This should be a thing, like what would each character's favorite social media be!

Irving: Instagram. As they say, "To official accounts (= carefully curated images of the newest rock climbing adventures and choir trips) and secret accounts (= serving face and cunt all night long) - may they never meet!"

Stanley: Deviant Art 😕🤷‍♀️

Hickey: okay-ish Linkedin

Sir John (this is too easy): Facebook, boomer who just wants to keep in touch with his family

Dundy: Twitter. Just here for the drama and the occasionally inciteful statement

Hodgson, Little: Tumblr

Blanky: YouTube. Actually useful tutorials about survival hacks, a *lot* of followers.

Macca: Wherever there's cat pics.

[jaytalksmusic]

sir paul.

i have loved you since i was about seven years old. i used to record your songs off of our stereo onto a tiny voice recorder, and i still think beatles songs sound better in stereo. i know you’d disapprove. as a child, i loved you the most out of the beatles, who were my favorite band (other than frente!). now, it’s still true.

i think it’s the heart in your songs. even though not all of your music is about love, it still comes from a place of love—of your love for avant-garde writing, for storytelling, for making people laugh. you’re an entertainer; it’s what you were meant to do. i think i can relate to that a little bit.

sometimes i feel like i have too much love in my heart. i think you feel that too—the constant urge to express it, even for a short-lived fling or casual friendship. your gratitude for life and for other people is not a press façade, it’s genuine. so genuine that it hurts and has led to hurt and in a world full of hate, it makes sense. but you’ve never let it falter, which i think is the most admirable part.

the first solo song i heard of yours was “uncle albert/admiral halsey,” from RAM with linda. ironically for today, it was played for me by my father. I was told that it was a wings song. i still strongly (perhaps too strongly) stand by the fact that RAM is not an early wings album, despite the fact that denny seiwell played the drums on it. other than “smile away,” RAM feels like pure mccartney (and i’ve written this before)—experimental yet simple, cheesy yet poignant, angry yet kind.

those juxtapositions are why i gravitate toward solo mccartney work these days. the beatles were a group, an intertwining of four brains. it’s hard to tell who added what and who got rid of what and who changed what and it’s endlessly impressive. i adore it. but with solo paul work, it’s a mystery on what you’ll get—and it all came from the same person. it’s enigmatic. and wings—i know you’ve forgotten them, but i sure haven’t. wings were fun because they were silly and unhinged and casual and unorthodox. and their music contains so many forgotten gems.

the commonality between all three, of course, is you. the way my life has changed while listening to your music has kept me tethered to you. i can listen to mccartney songs and be sad, mad, happy, silly, anxious, in awe, calm, tired, energetic, or all at once. i can listen to mccartney songs over and over and still be able to do my favorite thing in the world, deep analysis. and i know i’m not the only one; sometimes i wish i weren’t so deep into the macca bootlicker rabbit hole because it’s a constant echo chamber of “paul is the greatest,” but what can i do? to me, as much as i hate celebrity worship, it’s true.

happy birthday, polie mac. tell nancy i said hi.

[majorxmaggiexboy]

The Terror eeheheheh

I LOVE YOU

Favourite character: The Freak, The Icon, The Weirdo,,,,his sweetheart vibes and unhinged haunted dickensian reject aura have CAPTIVATED ME

Funniest character: Agreeing with bae that it's Goodsir fr i mean "Has anyone Ever invited You to a wedding?" like yeah Muttonchop go for the throat I will say though Blanky is the one to actually make me laugh but that was more Joy than Humor.

Best-looking character: it's a brawl between Macca, Bridgens, and Blanky. Look me in my eyes and tell me how i'm supposed to choose just one. Anyone who voted Jopson on the Sexiest Steward Competition has their heart in the right place but are dead wrong with Mr Bridgens literally Right There. He's played by John Lynch idk what to tell you.

3 favourite ships: JOPLITTLE JOPVING MUTTONGOOSE but also like. I would ship Jopson with anything that will treat him right so I have. A lot of favorite ships. Including Jopleon which by all accounts doesn't make sense.

Least favourite character: Hickey might be evil but at least he's gay and autistic. Sir John has neither of those redeeming features and can go die in a hole,,,,oh Wait,,,

Least favourite ship: biggest no thank you on that particular brand of Unrequited JopLittle where Ned is like. Evil About It. Where he's all Nasty Stalker Vibes. makes me kinda sad.

Reason why I watch it: To suffer fr

Why I started watching it: Saw the trailer right as i was finishing TURN, went "Oh Wow That Looks Neat" then got scared and didn't watch it for like four years but kept vicariously fandoming it via the Terrorposts on my dash and deepdiving Wikipedia until i finally went Surely I'm Desensitized At This Point and then watched it and it was both so much worse and nowhere near as bad as i had expected hgsjdghsjkgl

[paulandjohn]

While Sir Paul, 82, shows no sign of slowing down, with plans to finish a new album next year, mystery shrouds the It's A Wonderful Life stage musical he announced he was working on back in 2019.

It was set to be a glorious collaboration between him and the late theatre impresario Bill Kenwright, who had acquired the rights to Frank Capra's 1946 classic Christmas film.

Yet I hear plans for the musical adaptation have been halted after the two Liverpudlian life long friends apparently had creative differences over the production before Kenwright's death in October last year, aged 78.

A source tells me: 'Bill was incredibly upset about the outcome of a business meeting between him and Paul because they couldn't agree on how the stage version of It's A Wonderful Life would progress.

'Paul wanted the production to be focused on music while Bill wanted more action and speaking on stage. It's a shame two great legends couldn't agree on the outcome of the show that they both decided to invest in.

'The project won't see the light of the day.'

Kenwright had been complimentary about working with McCartney on the project and said it was 'a dream realised'. Meanwhile, Sir Paul admitted of the production: 'Musicals are difficult things to put together.'

But a source close to Macca says the proposed stage play may still come to fruition. Representatives for Paul McCartney and Bill Kenwright declined to comment.