Post by Athenais on Feb 20, 2005 20:10:00 GMT -5
ALISTAIR: That's right. Can I just tell a story? Can you imagine losing a Beatle at the height of Beatlemania? I lost Ringo in Paris. Ringo, or Richie, was the person who bothered me least of all. And he rang up one day and said, "Al, I'm going on holiday with Mo, Zak, Maureen's mother, Danny, and 10,000 pieces of luggage." And I said, "Okay, what do you want me to do?" "I've done it, I've fixed it." I said, "Okay. Where are you going?" He said, "Sardinia." "You're going to Sardinia? Okay, fine." And about two days into this, I get a phone call at home. "Hey, Al, it's Richie. For Christ's sake, get us out of here!" "Oh, God. All right, mate, you did it, I didn't do it." "No, enough of that, Al. Just get us out of here."
And there was one flight a week from Sardinia back to England. And I rang him back and said, "Look, man, all you can do is get to Paris, any flight to Paris. I will have a private jet for you at Paris, Orly Airport, and I'll pick you all up and we'll go." "Ah, great." So I went to Luton Airport and the jet wasn't there. I won't go into all that. It's a long story. So it's like, "God! Okay, just take me!"
And I landed at Orly Airport in Paris exactly at the time Richie was landing with Mo and mother-in-law and Danny and 45,000 pieces of luggage, and I ran to the arrivals place and I said, "Excuse me, is Mr. Starkey on this plane?" "I do not know." "Has he flown in? He's supposed to be on this plane." "I do not know." So I'd lost him. So I ran back and I said, "Well, he's got to be here." So I went to Pan American and I said, "Look, I want help. Everybody cover an area of the airport. Ringo Starr is somewhere in the airport. He's got to be here." So we all went off in different directions, and we all met up in fifteen minutes. "Did you find him?" "No." "Did you find him?" "No." And I said, "I don't believe this. I've lost a Beatle. I just don't believe this."
And I thought, "There's only one thing I can do. Go and have a cup of coffee." And I walked in and I stood in the queue, and this woman in front of me said "Thank you very much, how many francs is that?" And I said, "Mo?" And she'd got a tray of coffee. "Alistair, where have you been?" And I said, "I'm looking for you. We've been scouring this airport. Where the hell is he, Mo?" She said, "He's over there." And there is Ringo with [his son] Zak on his knee, surrounded by luggage, and 5,000 Frenchmen didn't know who the hell he was!
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And there was one flight a week from Sardinia back to England. And I rang him back and said, "Look, man, all you can do is get to Paris, any flight to Paris. I will have a private jet for you at Paris, Orly Airport, and I'll pick you all up and we'll go." "Ah, great." So I went to Luton Airport and the jet wasn't there. I won't go into all that. It's a long story. So it's like, "God! Okay, just take me!"
And I landed at Orly Airport in Paris exactly at the time Richie was landing with Mo and mother-in-law and Danny and 45,000 pieces of luggage, and I ran to the arrivals place and I said, "Excuse me, is Mr. Starkey on this plane?" "I do not know." "Has he flown in? He's supposed to be on this plane." "I do not know." So I'd lost him. So I ran back and I said, "Well, he's got to be here." So I went to Pan American and I said, "Look, I want help. Everybody cover an area of the airport. Ringo Starr is somewhere in the airport. He's got to be here." So we all went off in different directions, and we all met up in fifteen minutes. "Did you find him?" "No." "Did you find him?" "No." And I said, "I don't believe this. I've lost a Beatle. I just don't believe this."
And I thought, "There's only one thing I can do. Go and have a cup of coffee." And I walked in and I stood in the queue, and this woman in front of me said "Thank you very much, how many francs is that?" And I said, "Mo?" And she'd got a tray of coffee. "Alistair, where have you been?" And I said, "I'm looking for you. We've been scouring this airport. Where the hell is he, Mo?" She said, "He's over there." And there is Ringo with [his son] Zak on his knee, surrounded by luggage, and 5,000 Frenchmen didn't know who the hell he was!
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