{"id":2666,"date":"2010-08-10T20:34:28","date_gmt":"2010-08-11T01:34:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.net\/?page_id=2666"},"modified":"2015-11-09T17:46:34","modified_gmt":"2015-11-09T22:46:34","slug":"ouch","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?page_id=2666","title":{"rendered":"Ouch!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Liverpool, Pond!  The twenty-sixth century,&#8221; the Doctor announced, positively exuberant.  &#8220;As promised, a cultural landmark!  The Beatles Museum&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Amy punched him in the shoulder.  &#8220;Rutles, you mean.  The <i>Rutles<\/i> Museum!&#8221;  She skipped up the museum&#8217;s marble steps, leaving the Doctor to stare at the psychedelically-painted facade.<\/p>\n<p>The Doctor&#8217;s mood deflated, and his eyes narrowed.  &#8220;Rutles?  That&#8217;s not right&#8230;&#8221;  His voice trailed away.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Just <i>listen<\/i>, Doctor!  &#8216;A Hard Day&#8217;s Rut&#8217;!&#8221;  Vicki positively beamed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, certainly not, child!&#8221;  The Doctor grasped his coat and pulled it tighter, as if to ward off the raucous music.  Secretly, however, the Doctor found the song catchy.<\/p>\n<p><i>It&#8217;s a hard day&#8217;s rut<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;m pissed like a drunk<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s a hard day&#8217;s rut<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;m stinky like a skunk<\/i><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But it&#8217;s classical music, Doctor!  Just like Mozart!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mozart!&#8221;  The Doctor harrumphed.  &#8220;Let me tell you a story&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>Pen in hand, Ron Nasty scribbled out lyrics on a napkin.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Beautiful Zelda, from galaxy five.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He appraised his work, then scratched out the last word, writing &#8220;four&#8221; in its place.  &#8220;Beautiful Zelda, from galaxy <i>four<\/i>.&#8221;  Yes, a good choice, that.  &#8220;Four&#8221; is an easier word to rhyme than &#8220;five.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Dirk would have no idea what this song was about.  Of course, Dirk had no idea about much of anything, except that blasted tea.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>No one had heard of the Beatles.  Liverpool&#8217;s most famous citizens, and they were totally unknown.  The Rutles, on the other hand&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>The Rutles, as best the Doctor could tell, filled <i>completely<\/i> the cultural niche that was the Beatles.  Whatever he remembered the Beatles doing, the Rutles had done it instead &mdash; if &#8220;instead&#8221; meant &#8220;as if viewed through a funhouse mirror.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He would have to investigate this.  The cracks that had destroyed the Angels and erased Rory &mdash; that was the only thing that made sense.  If the Beatles didn&#8217;t exist, the universe would simply have to invent them.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;La-de-doo, oh la-de-dah, here we are in Shangri-La!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Amy, please stop singing.  Or sing something good.  But not that.  Anything but that.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You don&#8217;t like &#8216;Shangri-La&#8217;?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The Doctor frowned.  &#8220;I like it well enough.  I happen to like &#8216;Hey Jude&#8217; more.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Amy shot him a puzzled look.  &#8220;&#8216;Hey Jude&#8217;?  Is that some of your weird &#8216;space music&#8217;?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Yes, the Doctor would <i>definitely<\/i> have to fix this.  That John still owed him money was beside the point.  The world needed &#8220;Hey Jude.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Liverpool, Pond! The twenty-sixth century,&#8221; the Doctor announced, positively exuberant. &#8220;As promised, a cultural landmark! The Beatles Museum&#8230;&#8221; Amy punched him in the shoulder. &#8220;Rutles, you mean. The Rutles Museum!&#8221; She skipped up the museum&#8217;s marble steps, leaving the Doctor to stare at the psychedelically-painted facade. The Doctor&#8217;s mood deflated, and his eyes narrowed. &#8220;Rutles?<a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?page_id=2666\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;Ouch!&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":5287,"menu_order":58,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2666","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2666","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2666"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2666\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5287"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2666"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}