Post by wolvesgirlgonewild on Mar 25, 2017 19:04:05 GMT
Jeff had an early start so he just left me in bed. When I eventually woke up, it was quite late in the morning, what the fuck can I do with myself? There’s only so much sightseeing and clothes shopping I can do… Suppose I could go for a little drive somewhere? I know where Jeff parks his car and where he keeps his keys so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me taking it for a ride somewhere? Where could I drive to though?
I noticed that Jeff had a few guidebooks littered across the room of places to go in Germany in general and more specifically near Munich. Probably got them for me, bless him. I was flicking through the guidebook of places to do in Munich and the Starnbergersee caught my eye. It was a lake that you could ride on and it was nice and quiet, away from all the hustle and bustle of Munich. It was also really easy to get to by car! I quickly got washed and dressed and had some breakfast and managed to eventually find Jeff’s car keys. God has that man ever heard of tidying?
When I got into Jeff’s car, after much rummaging, I eventually found an atlas, it seemed straight forward enough the route there. Just hope I can park alright! God why didn’t they invent Satnavs in the 70s? I had to get used to driving on the other side of the road, it felt like I was driving on the wrong side of the road all the time but I soon got used to it. Before I knew it, I was here and there was loads of car parking spaces to choose from. All good for me as it meant I had plenty to aim at!
I packed Jeff’s camera and still had some spending money, there was so many pretty buildings and I decided to sit by the lake and soak up the sun for a few minutes. For a small amount of money, I had a relaxing ride on the lake. Jeff would love this, I’ll have to take him soon, my treat. It’ll be my parting gift, something nice to remember me by.
I had lunch in a cute little café and everyone seemed so friendly, they didn’t mind that I was English and that my accent was a little hard to understand sometimes!
The journey back was quick and I parked the car roughly where Jeff had parked it. Just as I was about to get out of the car, a police officer was heading my way. Ah shit. I tried to lay low but it was too late. He had already spotted me.
He knocked on the window, I was looking for a button to wind the window down then forgot that this car wouldn’t have this function! Oh the joy of manually winding the window down…
“Excuse me Fräulein but I don’t believe you are the owner of this car. May I ask what you are doing in the car of Herr Jeffrey Lynne of The Electric Light Orchestra?”
Time to attempt the German accent again…
“I have been given permission by Herr Lynne himself to use this car for studio purposes.”
“Oh have you now? Well, we’ll see what Herr Lynne has to say about this. Wait here.”
Oh god, now I’m really going to be in the doghouse with Jeff…
I could see Jeff and the police officer coming round. Once he saw it was me in the car, he smiled to himself.
“Herr, do you know this woman?”
“Yes I do, she works at the studios.”
“She claims that you gave her permission to use your car for ‘studio purposes’…”
“Yes that’s right, she uses my car whenever she has to go somewhere to get equipment for me.”
“Thank you for confirming that for me Herr. Sorry for bothering you.”
As soon as the police officer was out of sight, Jeff opened the car door and helped me out.
“Er, who said you can use my car?”
“Well I was bored, so I went and did some sightseeing. There’s this lovely lake not far from here, you’d love it. I’ll have to take you sometime.”
“Did you take any pictures?”
“Oh yeah plenty, it was just a spontaneous trip so that’s why I didn’t ask if I could use your car.”
“I’m disappointed that you went somewhere without me! Bet you missed me, eh darlin’?”
“Hm, maybe a bit, okay a lot.”
“I knew it was you straight away when the police officer explained, bloody hell good job I’m a good liar!”
“I’m sorry, I promise I won’t make a habit out of it.”
“Damn right you won’t, otherwise you’ll be punished!”
“You nearly finished in the studio?”
“Just finished actually, doing really well. Everyone’s worked really hard today, I said we’d go out tonight to celebrate.”
“Is that just any excuse for an almighty piss up?”
“Don’t know what you mean…”
I knew as well as anybody that the lads liked a drink!
“You don’t mind if I have a smoke do you?”
“No as long as you smoke away from me…”
Couldn’t really stop him from smoking could I? Besides I was used to one of my best friends smoking near me but she tended to make sure the smoke didn’t go anywhere near me. She’s considerate like that.
It drove me mad that every time I got close to Jeff, he smelt of smoke. God how many cigarettes did that guy smoke a day? I know he tried his best not to smoke around me but I knew he snuck in the other room during the night or went outside when we were in the studios together. I was trying to think whether the Jeff I know from my time smokes? I doubt it. His best mate George Harrison died of lung cancer which was related to his smoking after all.
The night out was very interesting. Well Jeff was off his face. Quite amusing to watch but despite the drunken state he was in, he did quite a good job of looking after me. I didn’t drink too much though I was tipsy! Well someone had to make sure Jeff got back okay!
The next morning, it was safe to say the guys were nursing hangovers, so guess who had to play the part of a nurse? Me. God you’d think at the age of 31, he’d know how to handle his drink properly or at least know what his limit is!
When he eventually woke up, he looked and sounded awful. Who knew a musical genius could be such an idiot?
I noticed that Jeff had a few guidebooks littered across the room of places to go in Germany in general and more specifically near Munich. Probably got them for me, bless him. I was flicking through the guidebook of places to do in Munich and the Starnbergersee caught my eye. It was a lake that you could ride on and it was nice and quiet, away from all the hustle and bustle of Munich. It was also really easy to get to by car! I quickly got washed and dressed and had some breakfast and managed to eventually find Jeff’s car keys. God has that man ever heard of tidying?
When I got into Jeff’s car, after much rummaging, I eventually found an atlas, it seemed straight forward enough the route there. Just hope I can park alright! God why didn’t they invent Satnavs in the 70s? I had to get used to driving on the other side of the road, it felt like I was driving on the wrong side of the road all the time but I soon got used to it. Before I knew it, I was here and there was loads of car parking spaces to choose from. All good for me as it meant I had plenty to aim at!
I packed Jeff’s camera and still had some spending money, there was so many pretty buildings and I decided to sit by the lake and soak up the sun for a few minutes. For a small amount of money, I had a relaxing ride on the lake. Jeff would love this, I’ll have to take him soon, my treat. It’ll be my parting gift, something nice to remember me by.
I had lunch in a cute little café and everyone seemed so friendly, they didn’t mind that I was English and that my accent was a little hard to understand sometimes!
The journey back was quick and I parked the car roughly where Jeff had parked it. Just as I was about to get out of the car, a police officer was heading my way. Ah shit. I tried to lay low but it was too late. He had already spotted me.
He knocked on the window, I was looking for a button to wind the window down then forgot that this car wouldn’t have this function! Oh the joy of manually winding the window down…
“Excuse me Fräulein but I don’t believe you are the owner of this car. May I ask what you are doing in the car of Herr Jeffrey Lynne of The Electric Light Orchestra?”
Time to attempt the German accent again…
“I have been given permission by Herr Lynne himself to use this car for studio purposes.”
“Oh have you now? Well, we’ll see what Herr Lynne has to say about this. Wait here.”
Oh god, now I’m really going to be in the doghouse with Jeff…
I could see Jeff and the police officer coming round. Once he saw it was me in the car, he smiled to himself.
“Herr, do you know this woman?”
“Yes I do, she works at the studios.”
“She claims that you gave her permission to use your car for ‘studio purposes’…”
“Yes that’s right, she uses my car whenever she has to go somewhere to get equipment for me.”
“Thank you for confirming that for me Herr. Sorry for bothering you.”
As soon as the police officer was out of sight, Jeff opened the car door and helped me out.
“Er, who said you can use my car?”
“Well I was bored, so I went and did some sightseeing. There’s this lovely lake not far from here, you’d love it. I’ll have to take you sometime.”
“Did you take any pictures?”
“Oh yeah plenty, it was just a spontaneous trip so that’s why I didn’t ask if I could use your car.”
“I’m disappointed that you went somewhere without me! Bet you missed me, eh darlin’?”
“Hm, maybe a bit, okay a lot.”
“I knew it was you straight away when the police officer explained, bloody hell good job I’m a good liar!”
“I’m sorry, I promise I won’t make a habit out of it.”
“Damn right you won’t, otherwise you’ll be punished!”
“You nearly finished in the studio?”
“Just finished actually, doing really well. Everyone’s worked really hard today, I said we’d go out tonight to celebrate.”
“Is that just any excuse for an almighty piss up?”
“Don’t know what you mean…”
I knew as well as anybody that the lads liked a drink!
“You don’t mind if I have a smoke do you?”
“No as long as you smoke away from me…”
Couldn’t really stop him from smoking could I? Besides I was used to one of my best friends smoking near me but she tended to make sure the smoke didn’t go anywhere near me. She’s considerate like that.
It drove me mad that every time I got close to Jeff, he smelt of smoke. God how many cigarettes did that guy smoke a day? I know he tried his best not to smoke around me but I knew he snuck in the other room during the night or went outside when we were in the studios together. I was trying to think whether the Jeff I know from my time smokes? I doubt it. His best mate George Harrison died of lung cancer which was related to his smoking after all.
The night out was very interesting. Well Jeff was off his face. Quite amusing to watch but despite the drunken state he was in, he did quite a good job of looking after me. I didn’t drink too much though I was tipsy! Well someone had to make sure Jeff got back okay!
The next morning, it was safe to say the guys were nursing hangovers, so guess who had to play the part of a nurse? Me. God you’d think at the age of 31, he’d know how to handle his drink properly or at least know what his limit is!
When he eventually woke up, he looked and sounded awful. Who knew a musical genius could be such an idiot?