21/07/2025
What do you think of this time travel explaination?
How Paul McCartney accidentally helped invent time travel:
“Say if I went back in time to the early 60s, to Paul McCartney's bedroom.
He’s sound-o asleep. Has no idea I'm there.
I very quietly begin singing the song ‘Yesterday’ to him.
Not loud enough to wake ’im, but just enough for him to hear me. He wakes up the next day with this ‘new’ tune in his noggin.
He has no idea where the song came from.”
Yet again, David had to admit, privately, that Hank could certainly paint a vivid picture.
He really was good at constructing imaginative stories.
He could well envisage Hank tiptoeing into the Beatles’ expansive hotel room, perhaps to the sound of adoring fans camped outside. Hank continued his story, this time asking David to picture Paul the next morning, sat around with his fellow Beatles whilst they munched on their breakfast, ready for another day of shaking their moptops.
"Oi, Johnny,” Hank continued, mimicking the Liverpudlian accent, “Have you ever heard this ditty before?”
At this point, Hank did his impression of Paul singing his newest song. “Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.”
“Nah, Paulie,” Hank now impersonating John Lennon, “that must be a McCartney original. Good it is.”
“So Paul decides to record it, releases it, and, whammy, it’s a mega hit.
Years later, I hear it on the radio. Then the day comes when I get myself a time machine and go back to plant the idea in his beautiful, sleepy head.
I got the song from him, but he got it from me. It’s an infinite loop; no start, no end.
Neither of us actually wrote the song, yet it still exists! Same principle I’m applying here. A time traveler from the future will deliver instructions to you on how to invent time travel, the same instructions he then gets in his own past, in the future!
Makes perfect sense!”
“Makes about as much sense as bum fluff,” David responded, summing up his thoughts on the whole matter.
Hank however, didn’t have time to be annoyed at David's lack of understanding, as he realised something important. “Shhhhhhhhhh, Monk S***k! It's just about to strike nine!”
David suddenly found himself staring at the clock just as intensely as Hank was.
Both watched as the clock ticked tocked until the big hand struck nine and then
…nothing.
Both stared for a moment before David shook himself out of the stupidity that he had found himself sucked into.
“See!” he exclaimed, “You're a complete lunatic! I'm going to pack.”
“No!” screamed Hank, all of his serenity gone.
“You’ll probably rip the page out in a minute or make some invalidating note!
That’s why it didn’t work!
Well, I’m sticking to my promise. I hope Alice enjoys the show.” And with that, Hank turned the laptop around and darted his hand toward the enter button.
David dove at Hank, grabbing the computer.
Soon the duo found themselves tugging back and forth, warring over possession of the laptop.
With a final jerk, David went crashing to the ground, victoriously gripping the computer. Hank, however, didn’t care. He had let go. “The clock wasn’t set right,” he quietly stated.
Before David could ask what he was babbling about, he realised why Hank had released his grip.
In the corner of the room appeared a little white dot, as if someone had poked a hole in the middle of the air.
At first, it seemed to bathe the room in pure light. But no, David realised, it was the opposite.
The hole was sucking the light out of the room.
“What the bloody ’ell is that?!” squeaked David, as instant fear wrapped around his stomach and squeezed hard.
“They're here!” whispered Hank, awestruck.
David wanted to ask, “Who’s here?” but before he could open his mouth, there was an almighty explosion.
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What do you think? A sound guide to inventing time travel?
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