The Hard Day's Night Hotel

By Severin Rossetti

Visiting Liverpool? Doing the Beatles thing? Then check into the Hard Day's Night Hotel. Chances are you'll come across the one and only Billy Shears, be able to share the dreams he had twenty years ago today. There's one thing for sure, he's guaranteed to raise a smile... and maybe one or two tears.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Piblokto Books
• Release date: Dec 31, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458104854

Severin Rossetti

Severin Rossetti was a teacher of fine art, but now works in a Liverpool museum/gallery, less money but a lot less stress. At the same time that he turned from teaching fine art, he also turned from its practice -have you seen the crap that passes for fine art these days?!?- to concentrate on writing. After many rejection slips he finally had some encouragement. 'Interesting,' said one editor, 'but it lacks passion. Spice it up a bit.' Which he did, only to be told 'wow!'... 'well!'... 'spiced up, yes, but we can't possibly publish this!' Fortunately, others could, with the result that his erotic stories have been published in the UK and the USA in various magazines and anthologies. Novels and short story collections have also been published in the US by Renaissance Ebooks.com. If the erotic genre is not your thing, however, please note that also available on Smashwords are more 'serious' works, some for sale but many for free. Strange, though, that the erotic genre is proving the most popular, and especially the free ones. So... a cry from the heart... feel free to try the free ones but PLEASE, also, splash out a dollar or two if you can afford it! And if you want to know any more, please contact the author at [e-mail]

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THE HARD DAY'S NIGHT HOTEL

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Copyright 2011 Severin Rossetti

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Twenty years ago today and you might have seen him, the one and only Billy Shears, not all that far from this very spot. Leave your comfortable bed in the Hard Day's Night Hotel, step outside into the frosty Mersey morning and take a left, a second left, skirt the |Cavern for the moment and head on up towards Lime Street. Chances are that he would be there on the top deck of a bus, flashing by and completely ignorant of you, looking drawn and gaunt, part misery and part hope, making his way from Penny Lane into the city.

You'd have to be up early though, maybe skip breakfast.

Up as early as Billy was, that morning, twenty years ago today.

Billy moved about the room with the exaggerated stealth of a man on a pantomime stage, like a character from vaudeville, his feet lifting high off the floor while his toes pointed down to tread softly across the cold bare floorboards, his arms held slightly away from his body to steady himself and guard