I worked in Manchester in the period 1961 to 1969. We lived just off the main road to Liverpool.
So we were there at the start of the Beatles road to fame. We saw the movie
yesterday and were lost in nostalgia - and realised how the world had changed between now and the sixties.
In 2002 I did a Toastmaster piece, which was modified in 2005 tampered
with in 2008 and revised today.
Here it is:This is a story of unrequited love.
It is a story of the girls in my life – because whilst there
are places I remember all my life I know I will never lose affection for people and things that went before.
First there was Eleanor – my friend Eleanor Rigby.
I went to see her – She was
waiting at the window wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.
‘Hi.’ I’ve bought you a present.’
But she was in a dark mood. ‘Oh! Oh!’ she replied, ‘You
can’t buy me – love, I don’t care much for money, it can’t buy me. Love.’
Then, she said, ‘I thought Michelle was your belle? I thought she loves you.’
‘Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,’
I replied wearily.
‘I saw her yesterday,’ she said, ‘and it’s you she’s thinking of. But what about us? Can’t you see it my way? We can work it out. Do I have to keep on talking till I can’t go
‘Spare me,’ I said. ‘It’s been a hard day’s night and I’ve been working like a dog. I should be sleeping like a log. It feels like there are eight days a week – just when I thought yesterday
all my troubles were far away.’
I just can’t give Eleanor or Michelle All my loving.
‘Goodbye Eleanor. You’ve got to hide your love away!’
can I even try’, she wailed, ‘I can never win. Here I stand, head in hand, I turn my face to the wall’.
‘There must be someone else you care for?’ I asked. ‘Who do you think about?’
is Father Mackenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear. No one comes near – I look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there. What does he care?’
I had to leave poor Eleanor
– All those lonely people. Where do they all come from
It took me so long to find out, and I found out, that I really loved Jude, but I’m not sure whether she loves me. I know we can work it out. Life is very short and there’s
no time for fussing and fighting.
Jude, I want to hear you say to me that you’ll let me be your man.
I’m going to see Jude, If I can’t drive my car, I’ll be a day tripper I’ll
get a ticket to ride on the train.
Now - I feel fine, because my baby’s good to me. You know she’s happy as can be - she said so. A love like ours could never die.
But did she mean it?
I’m not half the man I used to be, there’s a shadow hanging over me.
So I drove my car to Jude’s farm.
It was feeding time.
‘Hey Jude what are you feeding
to your sheep?
‘Hay? Jude?’ I asked feeling rather sheepish. ‘Will that make it better?’
‘Jude,’ I continued, ‘If there’s
anything that you want. If there’s anything I can do. Just call on me and I’ll send it along with love from me to you.’
She smiled sweetly at me, and I thought to myself. She loves you. Yes, Yes Yes – it’s
you she’s thinking of.
So I said to her. ‘Love, love me, do you know I love you, and I will always be true?’
But Jude was unresponsive, and she thought to herself, he’s a real nowhere man, sitting
in his nowhere land, making all his plans for nobody. He doesn’t have a point of view, knows not where he’s going to.
That’s what she thought but all she actually said was.
’Come and see my trees.’
‘What trees are you growing?’ I asked.
‘Why,’ she said, ‘Norwegian Wood. Come on; come on, please, please me.’
‘Please try to see it my way,’
I implored. ‘I’m not interested in trees. I can’t change, and surely you knew all the time that I wanted to be a Paperback Writer?’
And I told that girl that my prospects were good.
you,’ I asked, ‘please read my book; it took me years to write. Will you take a look?’
But Jude told me it was all over between us.
‘But we can work it out.’ I protested.
was to no avail, why she had to go I don’t know.
She wouldn’t say.
There are places I remember all my life, though some have changed, some forever not for better – and Jude’s farm was one of
And now, I need help. I need somebody. Not just anybody.
Help, I need someone.
Jude wouldn’t return my love, so I went back to Eleanor and told her, ‘I need
you I need you I need to make you see what you mean to me’.
But Eleanor Rigby had died in the Church and was buried along with her name. And nobody came, except, ironically, Father McKenzie, I saw him wiping the dirt from his hands
as he walked from the grave.
And so here I stand head in hand. Feeling two feet tall. If she’s gone I can’t go on.
Although I had a good reason for taking the easy way out I returned to my home. Because,
in the town where I was born lived a man who sailed the sea and he told me of his life in the land of submarines.
And so we sailed up to the sun till we found the sea of green.
And boy what a trip
that was, real good quality man!!
And we lived beneath the waves in our yellow submarine.
And I forgot my lost loves Jude and Eleanor. And Michelle forgot me.