Anyhow, this story was written by Poppy and was found in issue #21 of the British Beatles Fan Club Magazine.
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Press photo of Paul with some of the primary children he read to |
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Poppy's photos of Paul leaving the bookstore |
Meet the Beatle
Paul McCartney book signing:
London – Wednesday 14th December 2005
By Poppy
It was through the BBFC’s e-mail list that I first heard
about this event. Paul McCartney’s
children’s book, High in the Clouds,
was released in October and the news came out that he would be doing a signing,
the entry for which would be restricted to wristband holders. To get a wristband you had to be at
Waterstones book store on Piccadilly at 7:30 am on Monday 12th
December.
I figured the queues would be large and so I arrived at
mid-afternoon the day before and found my place in the queue with about 20
others already there standing out in the cold.
I was surprised that the queue wasn’t already significantly longer, but
suppose the freezing weather had put some off.
The people in the queue were great; Emily, a student from Birmingham
returned to her place in front of me, having been shopping for thermal
blankets, and behind us was a lovely chap who’d flown over from Boston
especially to meet Paul. Once you got
your place in the queue and camped out for a time, everyone was fine with
holding other people’s places while they popped off for a break, so at about
6:00pm I went off to catch the number 9 bus to the Albert Hall for a previous arrangement
0 to see the Bootleg Beatles (the show was quite brilliant). At the end of the gig I got a lift back to
Piccadilly Circus where the rest of the night began. The queue was maybe a hundred long by this point,
still shorter than expected. A couple of
guys from Portsmouth, Michael and Richard, had spent a few hours at the pub and
returned a little worse for the wear.
They spent the next few hours entertaining everyone and popping
backwards and forwards, buying us much welcomed tea and coffee. A few lucky ones were brought hot water
bottles by friends. Eventually, at about
3:00 am, I lay down and looked up at the sky and dozed off for a couple of
hours, protected from the chill by layers of clothing and a sleeping bag. If I ever do this sort of thing again, I’ll
definitely take a foam camping mat; my body was warm enough but the cold from
the pavement was horrible.
Awake again by 5:00 am and London was starting to come to
life (well, it never went to sleep, really –cares and street-sweepers and passersby
wondering what all the fuss was about) Murmurings and chat, excitement and
speculation over exactly what we were queuing for, how many wristbands would be
available, whether the books would be pre-signed or whether Paul would do
dedications, whether there’d be a reading or if maybe he’d play a song or
two. The queue now stretched to maybe
200 or more, right down to the end of the street and round the corner. Shop staff and McCartney security turned up
at 7:00am and so it was time to roll up the sleeping bags and start trying to
come round a bit. A woman from the press
arrived, wanting to interview anybody who’d come a long way for the night;
Boston guy didn’t want to talk, so she wandered on down the queue. The doors soon were opened and from there it
was all over very quickly.
There were two types of wristbands. I got one of the 200 blue “priority” ones
which guaranteed entry so it was all worth while. People from further back in the queue were
given yellow “reserve” wristbands, entitling them to a signed book but not
necessarily a meeting with Paul. We
learned that it was to be one book per wristband holder (unless you took an
under 16 year old with you in which case one each), no photos allowed and
apparently Paul wouldn’t be doing dedications, just putting his squiggle in the
books.
Wednesday couldn’t come soon enough. I left home and arrived to find a fair queue
outside the store already. I grabbed a
coffee from over the road, was fond by Richard Porter and his daughter Ilona
(my resident under 16 year old) and went to stand in the queue, where it
promptly began to rain. The event was
tightly choreographed and there were plenty of security buzzing around. They showed us inside a few at a time and
took us off to buy our copies of High in
the clouds (it turned out they were all pre-signed so they had to take our
unsigned books away from us again) then ushered us to the second floor where we
dropped off coats and bags and had our pockets checked. Then up to the third floor to wait for an
hour until the signing. We watched the
queue of people growing, snaking around the entire floor.
12:30 eventually came and before the masses were allowed in,
Paul gave a reading to a class of primary school children. Then the queues started moving. I wasn’t nervous until getting pretty near to
the signing area. We could tell where it
was happening because we could see the press before we could see Paul
himself. But there he was, with a tray
of tea set before him. Oh-my-god – it’s
Paul McCartney! The whole thing was over
quickly. The security guys spoke to us
in line and told us not to say too much to Paul; to keep the line moving as
quickly as possible as there were a lot of people to get through. Paul was awesome. He shook my hand, presented me with the book,
said thank you for coming and for waiting out in the cold, that he hoped I’d
enjoy the book and wished me a Happy Christmas.
It was very much a conveyor belt affair, no photos allowed, no
dedications in the books and no chance to say much, but Paul spoke to each and
every one of us as if we were the only people there, proper eye contact and he
seemed wonderful and lovely, genuinely pleased to meet his fans.
After the signing, I met up with others we’d spoken to in
the queue on Sunday. After a few moments
of shell-shock we shared experiences.
The two guys from Portsmouth had got Paul to sign their arms and were
heading off to get it tattooed on – Paul had seemed uneasy about it first but
did it anyway and another guy had managed to sneak a CD of his own music
through and had given it to Paul, who said he’d give it a listen. We went to the back of the bookshop where
Paul’s car was waiting, and hung around until the event was over. When Paul finally emerged it was mad, people
clambering to take his photo and called “hello.” He gave us a wave and was in the car and off
in no time.
After that we went back into the bookshop to see if there were
any spare books left. There weren’t, but
the shop staff gave us some of the promotional stuff that they didn’t need
anymore – posters and cardboard mobiles and cut-outs. It was a shame to see
that so many of the signed books popped up on eBay in the days after the event
(selling for £200 and more), but I supposed it was always going to happen. As for the book itself, well, it’s not
something I would have bought if it hadn’t been for the chance to meet Paul
McCartney but it’s a fun read, a rather sweet tale with plenty of morals for
the kids and references for those who know (a frog with a wooden leg, a baddy
called Gretsch) and Geoff Dunbar’s graphics are magnificent.
I caught a chill from sleeping out in the cold but it was totally worth it. I met a Beatle – something I thought would
never happen and the memories are ones I’ll keep forever!
I have to say, it strikes me as funny that the oft-arrested (persecuted!!) herbal-loving (Sir) Paul would write a book entitled "High In The Clouds"!! Almost as bad as calling an album "Kisses On The Bottom" (something I don't have any desire to even imagine! Macca!!! What the....?!)
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DeleteMy mum and grandad queued for his book signing 2005. They were given wristbands and we went along and I was only 18 months old and Paul McCartney held me and spoke with my mum for ages as his daughter is a couple months younger than me. He also shared his toast with me, which my nan still has in her freezer, I am trying to find photos from the and hope there is one with me with Paul. At the end of the conversation with my mum, I turned my zippy cup upside down and my mum said "OMG, I am wet" and Sir Paul and burst into laughter and then smirked "I think that conversation is over", with a grin! Hence, my mum won't forget that day!
ReplyDeleteI am Michael the man from Portsmouth, still wear the tattoo with pride :)
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