The Beatles-for the music, before anything else
George for the dream, that never could.
Ringo for his smiles, that always would.
John for being obnoxious and writing 'Julia' on the White Album.
Paul for the Symphony, horn solo and string quartet writing.
As well as Sir George Martin, for the producing and wonderful performance her gave us on the 24th January. Brian Epstein for being the best man for the job and for making the Beatles what they were. Mal Evans for his protection. Neil Aspinall for being the best roadie of all time.

Pam for being my wonderful editor and going through all this crap and ironing out the roughness (that must be hard sometimes). Also for suggesting names for my chapters when I've run dry.

Chichippi (Laura) for her constant never ending support. And her magically being about to see from someone else's point of view what I've written and what I'm thinking of writing. Someone's I wonder if the story is a bit too Australian-ized, but I'd say only two of the people who have ever read this are Australian.

Rea (Tenel Ka) for helping and supporting me with my ideas and going throught the entire plot before it's concieved on paper (or computer screen as it is) and is fresh from the my mixed up brain. As well as advertising me on her directory, of which I visit constantly and manages to keep the entire fan fiction writers and readers together. (and for being so funny about the way Angels fuck)

Gabbie for never updating 1966 and for running an advice page that reaches out to so many. For being a friend!

Bronnie and Mel; Bronnie for telling me where to put my stupid ideas (the closest trash bin) and Melly for looking at the German and shrugging.

Naomi and sOOz; Naomi for suggesting the name to sOOz and sOOz for not naming her baby 'Jaelle'.

Sarah (Nicholson) and Perdy for the use of their names and for keeping me sane from a generation of non-Beatle fans.

Diane for writing the Holy Scripture (in my humble opinion) of Beatle fan fiction (Into My Life).

Anna-of-the-field for writing all her gear and doing all the work she does in the world of Beatle fan fiction writers!

John Safran for making me laugh more then I have in a long time, and ripping me off by buying his stupid CD.

Elle MacFeast for creating the concept 'Power Pussy'.

Matt for spelling my name 'Julian' and stressing out over silly Maths tests.

Felicity for being…shit where can I start? Just for the sake of it.

Jordan for thinking my name was Rachel for three years and wondered why I never answered him when he called.

Ewan McGregor for being so gorgeous and having a great part in 'Brassed Off'.

Bagism for being such bastards as well as such beauties.

Miss Morrison who used to let me write this in Science class when instead of assesment.

Alex; for giving me 'Live at the BBC' and never calling ever again, you bastard, may you roast in hell. For giving me a reason to start writing! I never want to write a piece of work which is based on you ever again, so this is my first major work without your influence, and it will never ever be anything about you.

Will, for being a pain-in-the-ass at rehearsals.

Andy, (Mac) for a million and three things, but essentially being a friend through thick and thin.

Jay; who is my real life Ringo.

Andrew lover, partner and bestfriend.