The Walrus is Faul
This story was submitted by a woman who wishes to use a nom de plume. She asserts this is a true story encounter with Faul McCartney.
My tale begins on February 21, 2012 at Disney World during Daytona Week. Tons of celebrities were there. I have done three "Disney college programs," a paid internship and all that jazz. During the time in question, I was working in entertainment as a "friend of Disney characters," i.e. a cast member who works dressing up as a character.
The rumor going around was that "Paul McCartney" (Faul) was hanging around the Magic Kingdom (Nancy was not with him that day). Faul visited the UK Pavillon inside the Epcot Theme Park, where I was working in character. I noticed how he acted godly, holier than thou, and expected the very best from everyone as though he automatically deserved it. "What a dick!" I thought to myself. By then, I knew quite a bit about PID [Paul is Dead]. I noticed that Faul was very tall and skinny. He also had very green eyes, not brown like Paul's were.
The character meet and greet protocol is to say "Hi" to the guest, chat a bit, and then say "goodbye" to them. When Faul came up to me, he expected me to know who he was. When I pretended that I did not, he said "Everyone knows me. I'm Paul McCartney." That was my cue. I decided to question whatever came out of his mouth. For example, he said he used to be in a band with some friends, so I said "The 3 Caballeros?" Faul was not amused at my games.
Faul and I interacted briefly onstage. I was on duty as "Alice in Wonderland." Faul mentioned that "Alice in Wonderland" was his favorite book of all time. He even had some stone statues of characters from the book in his garden. The Walrus was his favorite character.
Faul asked me, "Alice," who she thought the Walrus was. We cast members are trained to preserve the Disney magic by never going out of character; we only know and talk about our Disney area. I replied, "The walrus was the walrus."
Faul responded, "No, I am the Walrus. My friend, John, used to say that. I like the Walrus because I see myself in him, how he fools people, how he fooled the innocent oysters in order to eat them."
Faul had access to go backstage, which he did. He asked one of my managers if he could meet me. He said he liked how I was able to stay in character all of the time. I agreed to chat one on one with him. Big mistake.
I was still in my costume when Faul made some crude sexual comments about my body. He also said that I was "hot." When I greeted him, he wanted to hug and kiss me. He even tried to force himself on me. A friend of mine has claimed that Faul tried to molest her. He acts very differently in private than he does in public.
During this encounter, Faul ranted and raved. Strangely, he referred to himself in the third person. He hinted that maybe he was not who people think he is, maybe he was like Mickey Mouse, and maybe he is everywhere.
I told Faul right to his face that, perhaps all of this time, people had been asking the wrong question. Instead of asking "Is he alive?" (of course he is because he is breathing), they should have been asking, "Are you Paul McCartney?"
Faul glared at me and asked what I thought. I said, "No, I do not think you are James Paul McCartney."
Faul said that, even if I know what is going on, no one would ever believe me because I am just a simple woman, and he is who he is. No one questions him, ever. Faul said I had a lot of nerve for questioning him. He told me I was a total bitch and that he was going to report me to a supervisor. I told him that he was going to hell.
"Hell is here in the everyday life," Faul replied. He also made a weird comment that Paul was "The Fool on the Hill," but he did not elaborate on what he meant by that. (Is that song a clue song? Is Paul buried in the hills somewhere?) Faul also threatened me, saying that "bad times come to those who know a lot."
Faul did report me. He claimed that I was not professional, and that Disney should hire better people. My managers gave me a verbal warning because Faul looked very upset about our encounter. Faul wanted Disney to deport me back to my homeland, make me lose my working visa and all. That would have appeased him. Luckily, my managers had my back and nothing truly bad came my way. However, the whole episode was so upsetting that I decided to go to therapy for a while.
Two of my managers told me that a bunch of people in showbiz are in the know, but it is not in their best interest to expose Faul as the fraud that he is. Bad times come to those who know a lot...