Paul, Paul, Paul....

Paul McCartney and I slung our bodies halfway over the banisters, leaning over the murky Thames. The river was endlessly gray....gray gray gray gray gray gray gray
But no harm ado; Paul is here....
We were cruising, apparently, in this terrible cold afternoon.
And it was Christmas.

"So this is Christmas...." I started, out of the blue.
"And what have you.... done....." Paul followed. "Another year over...."
"....And a new one just begun...."  A huge smile was spread all over my face.
"That's a really nice song, I like it." he said.
"Yeah," I nodded.

And thought:
"The way you say 'year over'....in that special, Paul-ish  way....it's brilliant. Simply, outrageous, BRILLIANT...!"

Paul said nothing much as he looked over the horizons with a muzzly-look on his face. A muzzly-look; as if he were going to sneeze and burst out laughing at the exact same time. There were few people around, as we shared a sense of strangely comforting peace.

"...What's your favourite Beatles' song?" Paul asked me, some while after.
"....my all time.....all time... favourite would be, 'I'm Only Sleeping'...and 'Michelle'...!...and 'For No One'. "
Paul shrugged and nodded somewhat proudly.
"And yes," I continued, "I loved that little session you held once."
"Which one?"
"That....awfully little one. Sorry, it didn't leave much of a mark. It was a bit like Roger....Robert Wyatt."
Paul gave me a terribly puzzled look. "Robert Wyatt?"
"Robert Wyatt. He was popular in the sev----"

Then I realised that this may not even be the 70's. Maybe I was enjoying the multi-dollar pleasure of talking to a 60's-Paul McCartney.  (WOWS....)

I shrugged.
"He's a cool guy with cool music. You'd like him, he's like a living artform of one of those pictures snipped out of 'Sgt.Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band'."
"Psychedelic, I see."
"Like a pantalone....in striped pants, sky-blue and canary yellow. With a stalk on his head."
"Stalk....a carrot." Paul beamed.
We were a funny bunch.

"Merry Christmas Paul," I mumbled. I adored his young and snug face for an eternity of a second. "Paul....."
"Yeah?"
"...Just live? Please, just live."
Paul gave me a huge-sunshine-blazing smile, and sneezed like a hurricane.