Who said that ? Tourists come to mind but that's just damn stupid. Was it Magazine ? Oh who the hell cares ?! I felt like one this afternoon as I snapped away once more in happy delerium as I stumbled blindly as I made my way across the great pages of the Beatles London book.
It seems to me that everyone has a Beatles story 'cept me.. since sharing my obsession with trusted work colleagues a few weeks back, I have been regaled with many very interesting (gotta calibrate that one) stories including one of a neighbour who worked as a Nanny at Kenwood, one who worked as a young engineer in the sixties at Abbey Road (blimey !) and another who knows someone who was in the Swinging Blue Jeans and there was a Beatle connection but...I ...can't ...remember quite what that one was. And then today I spent a very pleasent afternoon with my oldest mate (longest serving might be a better description) who was too polite to remind me that back in the land of 1978, he once spent some time with Macca at his Sussex Farm. I recall being jealous beyond green when I saw the photos and wondered briefly whether I would have to end the frienship - Bloody Hell stop thinking about that....and then, just 4 hours ago in the Devonshire Arms Public House just off Manchester Square, the barmaid, asked me what I was reading and, when I showed her the Beatles London Book and the entry therin of the very establishment in which we stood, she casually remrked that she has another job in a nearby hair salon where she frequently 'does the hair' of the niece of Brian Epstein. Well how-do-you-do !
Hold on, where the bloody hell is this blog entry going ?
And so, Dear Reader (I would not be so presumptious as to assume the plural), can you identify the relevance of the folloing pics. A point for each correct comment... and what do points make ? A sure sign that you spend far too much time thinking about events 40 years old ! Why is that ? No, I mean it ! If you can explain that one then there really is a prize.
He fills his mind with culture.
He gives himself an ulcer.
(Gang of Four - so you don't have to)