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In honour of our Sweet Little Sixteen, a founder Fiendish Thingy, ASJ! Some you will know, others maybe not, all are posted with love on your special day!

And, lastly (otherwise I could go on forever…), raising a glass to you…

Happy birthday, young ‘un…

Wait a minute….you went to the show?!?!!?! I think I’m hyperventilating :O

I’m not that mad on Roman Remains from what I’ve heard already but I’d go to just to see me some Dhanis
Did ye get to meet the band after the show? thenewno2 always do that…

Oh and cheers for everyone who posted pictures. Unfortunately I was claimed for the light (damn it) so my curses are weak Everyone who didn’t post a George pic your neighbor will get a ridiculously cute puppy but you won’t be allowed to pet it or anything so HA!

parlance said

AppleScruffJunior said
Wait a minute….you went to the show?!?!!?! I think I’m hyperventilating :O

I did! You know I had to, being right here! I would have seen thenewno2 last year, but they were opening for another band and the tix were more than I could afford, being in school in all.

I have better pics and video to post later (that’s just a cell phone pic, I also took the compact camera). I just wanted to make sure you saw that one “real time.”

 Sweet! Kinda of creepy but I was going to ask you when I came home from this school today whether you were going to the shows or not and then you posted a picture of being there…ooohh

If you go again (next time put on a wig and pretend to be a different person saying “oh I came from Germany and thenewno2’s facebook said it was free” or something along them lines) and you happen to meet Dhani ask him what happened to the Fistful of Mercy album that they were recording A YEAR AGO! i.e. what the hell happened?!?!

Oh and if you ever get a chance to get a second autograph off him  No pressure or anything

 

That and I am jealous of your life! Nothing ever happens in Ireland!!! Got any space for a roommate

 

fabfouremily said
^^ Haha is that the worst ”curse” you can come up with? My neighbours will get a puppy but I won’t be able to stroke it? You make me laugh sometimes

Hey Emily, don’t be dissin’ my ghetto powers, right?  

        That and the puppy will look like this

 

 

 

And you won’t get to pet him so HA!

 

My computer doesn’t like me editing things

^^^ Fine then but only for a couple of seconds

I’m feeling in a charitable mood

^^^ I’m not even going to try and quote that because I’ll make a balls of it but cheers for calling me the biggest Dhani fan you know of I pride myself on seeming to be the one of the people who knows the most about him but he has never met him, par exemple:

He understands Spanish but doesn’t speak it

He used to be given off to for going to school with scruffy shoes because he stayed up all night listening to Ravi Shankar recording at FPSHOT

He was the coxswain for Brown’s rowing team

He failed a module in one of his final year exams (in physics, I believe) in Brown so he doesn’t have a complete degree (or something along them lines)

He quit working at McLaren because (here are some of his reasons): He had to commute for an hour and half to and from work every day. He was sitting right in front of a massive industrial fan. He wasn’t getting paid for all of his ideas that McLaren were using

He doesn’t trade in on the ‘Harrison’ name except for once when he got into a sold out Foo-Fighters concert

It’s rumoured he went out with Zooey Deschanel hence why there was the logo of thenewno2 on a fridge in Deschanel’s show ‘New Girl’

He drove the same Audi for the last 10 years (well up to 2012 at least) it eventually broke down and without a phone on him, Dhani had to walk home.

He also owns George’s McLaren Chassis #025, painted ‘Dark Purple Pearl’ because it matched Dhani’s racing helmet. It  has the licence plate M7 AUM

His favourite show is South Park but he also loves Game of Thrones and Breaking Bad

And that’s enough Dhani knowledge splurging for now If anyone has a question about Dhani, I’ll see if I can answer it

“We’ll see if I can manage it” I will reward you greatly

And no space for a roommate, damn Ah well

More Dhani facts that have popped into my head over the past couple of weeks:

His favourite film soundtracks are ‘American Beauty’ (which is coincidentally one of my favourite soundtracks as well) and ‘Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon’.

His wife, Sola’s, favourite newno2 song is ‘Make You Home’.

Speaking of Dhani + rowing originally I believe he was trying to qualify for the Olympics (I remember reading that somewhere)

And the post takes a gloomy turn

Dhani’s account of George’s stabbing in 1999:

 MY FIGHT TO KEEP DAD ALIVE
EXCLUSIVE: BEATLE’S SON DHANI HARRISON’S STORY IN HIS OWN WORDS
The devoted son of Beatle George Harrison has revealed for the first time how he held his blood-soaked father in his arms – and pleaded with him not to die. Desperate Dhani Harrison battled to save the critically-injured rock legend moments after he was stabbed by maniac Michael Abram.

In a horrifically vivid account of his nightmare, Dhani, 22, revealed how he thought George had died four times before reaching the ambulance. And he told how he, supported his father’s body as he writhed and moaned in agony. Was drenched in George’s blood as he knelt at his side. Heard blood and air bubbling from the stab wounds in his chest. Gazed deep into his eyes as he slipped into unconsciousness begging over and over: “Stay with me Dad!”

As he waited for paramedics to arrive at the secluded Oxfordshire mansion, panic-stricken Dhani was convinced his father had died in his arms. He said:

“He was drifting, he looked even paler in the face and he was groaning and saying, `I’m going out’. He made little sense and I knew he was losing consciousness. It was about 10 to 12 minutes, although it seemed like a lifetime, before the paramedics arrived. When they did, I felt that my father had already passed away.”

Dark-haired Dhani revealed the full horror of his ordeal after George was attacked in December 1999 in a statement. His harrowing experience was not revealed at Abram’s trial last week, but after the deranged former heroin addict was sent to a mental hospital, Harrison’s family asked the Sunday People to publish Dhani’s words. The family, who believe Abram should have gone to prison, want the world to know what he put them through.

Dhani, who bears a striking resemblance to his dad, lives in a lodge on the Harrison’s 30-acre estate, Friar Park, near Henley-on-Thames, Oxon. He was fast asleep when Abram broke into the main house and attacked George with a knife – puncturing his lung and narrowly missing his heart. The ex-Beatle was saved only by the bravery of his wife Olivia who struck Abram over the head with a poker and a table lamp.
Dhani said:

“I was woken by Rachel, our housekeeper shouting, ‘Get up, get up! Something has happened.’ I have always been aware that something could happen to my parents, due to their fame and fortune. I am also aware of past circumstances involving other members of the Beatles. I got dressed immediately and I remember asking, `Are my parents OK?’ Rachel said nothing.

“At the front door I was aware of the pace of my own heart beating. As I went into the main hall my mother was lying at the bottom of the stairs. I recall one of the brass fire sets, from her bedroom, was in close proximity to her. I ran up to her and she said, ‘It’s OK, Dhani. It’s OK, honey.’ I noticed her lips and mouth were very dry and I shouted at one of the police officers, ‘Please–get her some water.’ I then asked, ‘What happened?’ She said, ‘Daddy is upstairs, he is badly hurt’ or something similar. She then said, ‘I’m OK. Go to him.’ I knew that what was upstairs was much worse. I put my hand on my mother and said repeatedly, ‘I love you.’ She replied, ‘Go!’ I began to run up the stairs. I cannot remember getting up the stairs. I was carried by adrenaline.”

“On the landing I saw two police officers kneeling over a body and a police officer standing. I was not sure then if the person on the ground was the attacker being detained or my father. I then realised it was the attacker. He looked up at me and I looked straight into his eyes. I made direct eye contact. I was immediately guided from him towards my father. I could see my father down the landing just inside the bedroom door. I went up to him, entering the bedroom and kneeling to assist him. Due to the amount of blood, which I find hard to describe, I was immediately covered in it. There were two pools of blood on the floor, blood on the walls and lots of broken glass. I saw small fragments of glass on my father’s face and around the floor. It took me some time to realise it was ruby-coloured glass and not flesh or bones. The ruby glass was the remnants of a smashed lamp base. My father said something like, ‘It’s bad Dhan, it’s bad. He stabbed me up a lot.’

“I supported him with one hand on his back and the other on his stomach. I could hear blood and air bubbling from his chest. He was moaning and trying to get into a more comfortable position, which obviously was not possible. I rendered first aid as best I could and with a bottle of water wetted his lips and tried to clean him up. I used a white towel and numerous tissues. I was trying to avoid the tissues sticking to his wounds. His head was bleeding heavily – his lips and teeth were covered in blood. He had multiple stab wounds to his chest and clearly other injuries which I could not see. He was clearly in an extremely bad way and he was in agony.”

“I recall the police officer saying we had got to find the knife. He started looking around the room. He asked for my assistance and so I helped. But after a brief look around the room I realised that I had my father there in the room at death’s door. I had said to him that I would be two seconds but the stupidity of looking for the knife rather than being at my father’s side, had dawned on me and I returned to him. I honestly believed he was going to die. He was so pale. I looked into his eyes and saw the pain. Dad kept saying, ‘Oh Dhan, oh Dhan.’ When I gave him first aid I had opened his jacket and pyjama top to inspect the wounds. At one point the police officer was trying to help my father to move. I took control of that situation. I told the police officer to leave him. I said, ‘Sit still, you must stay still.’ My whole thought process was to keep my father alive. I have experience of a collapsing lung myself. My father was still bleeding heavily and he kept closing his eyes and drifting. I kept flicking my fingers and saying loudly, `Listen to my voice.’

“I held his hand and the police officer held the other. He kept saying, ‘Open your eyes Mr. Harrison.’ He was now drifting, he looked even paler in the face, and was groaning and saying, ‘I’m going out.’ He made little sense and I knew he was losing consciousness. It seemed like a lifetime – before the paramedics arrived. When they did, I felt that my father had already passed away. When the paramedics arrived, he seemed to perk up, but drifted away again and complained of being cold. The paramedics and I lifted him into a stretcher-type chair. He was clearly in agony.”

“He lifted his head, but it made him dizzy and he said, ‘Dhani, I’m going, I’m going.’ His eyes were rolling. I could only see the whites of them and he said, ‘I love you Dhan.’ He was strapped in and covered in blankets and we manoeuvred him towards the stairs. By this time the attacker had been removed. We got to the top of the stairs and at that point my father looked at me. He said, ‘I love you Dhan.’ One of his eyes rolled back independently of the other eye. Throughout his ordeal, my father’s words were broken with coughing and spluttering. Then he said, ‘Hare Krishna’and he closed his eyes.

“At this point he drew a very strange, deep breath. His mouth puckered, he drew his cheeks in and he sucked in his bottom lip. This breath made me react immediately. I shouted, ‘Dad, you’re with me, listen to my voice. It is going to be OK. Stay with me.’ His face was contorted and he had not taken a breath for some seconds – an alarmingly long period. As I finished shouting he breathed out and opened his eyes. I have never seen another human being dead or alive – and I have seen my grandfather in his coffin – look so bad. My father was now back with us and I kept up the encouragement, hoping he would stay conscious.”

“We were nearly halfway down the stairs when he went again. I again screamed at him, ‘Dad, stay with me and listen to my voice.’ I vividly remember saying, ‘This is the worst it gets. From now on, it’s only getting better.’ ‘I want you to focus on getting better. We have hit rock bottom, it is only getting better.’ I kept repeating this so he could focus on my voice. At the bottom of the stairs it happened again and again I repeated the process and thankfully he came back. My mother was still at the bottom of the stairs with a blanket wrapped around her. She was covered in blood and had a very nasty head wound. She was saying, ‘I’m cold, I’m cold.’ She said to my father, ‘It’s OK, honey. You are going to be all right.’

“We got to an ambulance. The paramedics put my father inside and I was not allowed in while they treated him. I wanted to see him, so I pulled myself on a bumper. Gripping with my finger nails I could see my father. I did not want to let him out of my sight.”