tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29342686142556668912024-03-19T08:45:28.459+00:00.ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-51312582052186864662024-02-28T00:49:00.003+00:002024-03-07T15:30:33.475+00:00Furore #28: The Beatles in 1963<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> "It's certainly a thrill."</span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; vertical-align: baseline;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGY4z73y3GiRKIbRTCJBArJcUl_uFIQb-2rY214cfsK-DkTM0d3D-dVQThQzuLcTU5I808QRW4qp8BZu38xPk69vRLQ-yQWotC0NtfuqkaEIW3SykpJYcOMUDm056CGNMTygYT0dzHQGIyjKs5Lv38ZZX_TMyfWhqGMBc4v9CYMbmgqirJ3tAm1R7i1Lr0/s1181/Furore28-cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1181" data-original-width="835" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGY4z73y3GiRKIbRTCJBArJcUl_uFIQb-2rY214cfsK-DkTM0d3D-dVQThQzuLcTU5I808QRW4qp8BZu38xPk69vRLQ-yQWotC0NtfuqkaEIW3SykpJYcOMUDm056CGNMTygYT0dzHQGIyjKs5Lv38ZZX_TMyfWhqGMBc4v9CYMbmgqirJ3tAm1R7i1Lr0/w452-h640/Furore28-cover.jpg" width="452" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: LiVORY, serif;"><br /></span></div></span><p></p><p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: LiVORY, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Regular readers of this blog
will know that one of my all-time favourite Beatles’ books is <i>The Beatles’
London, A Guide to 467 Beatle Sites</i> by Piet Schreuders, Mark Lewisohn and Adam
Smith. It has inspired me and similar minded friends to walk (on feet)
something like forty miles around the streets of the capital photographing places with a Beatles’ connection, and prompted me to start There Are Places I Remember – The Beatles’
Liverpool Locations as I made clear in my very first blog way back in 2009.</span></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From day one, I’ve loved the research aspect of this hobby, finding
new places with a proven Beatles’ connection and photographing them, but
writing about my discoveries has always the difficult part. I left school in
1986 and had not had cause to write anything of substance unrelated to my
employment until I started the blog. I think I’ve improved over the last 15
years to a point where I’ve developed a style of my own, such as it is, but I’m
still not entirely convinced I have it in me to write an entire book, although
those who know me have encouraged me to do so for several years. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><span>Of course, some of my blogs
have been more successful than others and I’m particularly proud of being the first
to pinpoint the newsagents where Paul worked at the time he first met John, of proving
where Paul's (<i>not</i> Mike's) photograph of a teenage George Harrison carrying flippers was taken, for identifying the only known photos of the Beatles at Litherland Town Hall, a</span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: LiVORY, serif;">nd
for making chronological sense of the extant childhood photographs of John
Lennon, which in turn inspired me to do something similar with all the
photographs of the Beatles taken in 1961. </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: LiVORY, serif; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It might have been one of these
aforementioned blogs, or a different one entirely, or something completely unrelated, that first brought me to the
attention of Piet Schreuders a few years ago. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As well as being co-author of <i>The Beatles’
London</i>, Piet also publishes <i>Furore</i> magazine, which occasionally has a
Beatles’ special. He was kind enough to post them to me. I can’t recommend these issues highly enough as the articles are
among some of the most interesting I’ve ever read, particularly those that take an in depth look at some of the locations for famous Beatles’ photographic shoots and provide then and
now comparison photos - exactly what I try to do here. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You can imagine then how flattered
I was when one of the people whose work has been such an inspiration to me first sent me an obscure Beatles' photo, and asked me to try and establish where
it was taken, and he’s done it with other photos since. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Piet has now issued another
Beatles special of his <i>Furore</i> magazine. The centre-piece of issue #28 is an interview with Maureen O’Grady, a teen reporter from <i>Boyfriend</i>
magazine, in an article which chronicles the advent of pop magazines in the British press in
1963, illustrated with memorabilia from her archives including some previously
unseen photos. Very sadly, the author of the article, Andre Barreau, who many
of you might know played the part of George Harrison in the Bootleg Beatles from 1980 until
2017 passed away in August 2023 before his contribution could be published. His friend
Mark Lewisohn has contributed a eulogy, noting how Andre invented the
work ‘locationist’ to describe the sort of person who goes around taking then
and now photographs of Beatles’ locations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I finally have a job title!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In this new issue, you will
find an article about <a href="https://webgrafikk.com/blog/beatles-photos/beatles-signatures-by-autopen/"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #185be0; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Beatles autopen autographs</span></a> by Roger Stormo of the <i>Daily
Beatle Blog</i>, ‘Abbey Road Trivia’ by Greg Armstrong who writes about the stamped
dots on the wall pictured on the back cover of the album with some remarkable
photographs of the same wall taken by Laurie Gay Linvill in 1970. Andre Barreau
also contributes a piece on the location of Fiona Adam’s famous <i>‘Twist And
Shout’</i> EP photograph correcting the earlier identification for it in <i>The Beatles’
London</i> in the process, while Piet looks at the ‘Beatles Ashram’ in Rishikesh and tries to pinpoint precisely what was where at the time they visited.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Last but hopefully not least,
it’s an absolute thrill to confirm that this new issue of <i>Furore</i> also
includes an article written by me, my first published work in print. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Piet invited me to contribute a piece about
the efforts that are sometimes required when trying to identify where a
particular photograph was taken, in this case the one that appears on the front cover of the magazine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I spent many long nights studying early 1963 photographs of the Beatles, particularly George and his atrocious fringe, but did I solve the mystery? You'll have to buy the magazine to find out!</span> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background: white; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; vertical-align: baseline; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Furore #28 can be
ordered from <a href="https://www.furoremagazine.com/product/furore-28/" style="transition: all 0.2s ease 0s;" target="_blank"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #185be0; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">FuroreMagazine.com</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "LiVORY",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;">* Thanks to Piet Schreuders and Mark Lewisohn for their encouragement.</span></o:p></span></p>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-19289487515382363302024-02-23T00:52:00.003+00:002024-02-23T21:27:54.346+00:00John and Yoko: Peace Nuts.<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;">‘On 15 June 1968, John Lennon and I planted
two acorns for peace at Coventry Cathedral. It was the first of our many Peace Events’.</span><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;">(Yoko Ono, 1 June 2008).</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAdiGSl_2u5hXCclLwonL5rJYN8jUNK4SXHPBjONu4L0eOVh7uvSuggIRGLwAitFzNUTr8z-iEf5nCfz1fODr-rfd50u4PaO4l1mjMB7jdZ5WuKhoqvzqbRKvFh5Zstf6Hm2fzbPlRzbw_Bw8Gf50OCkNovX4XI8Q11MiRU1L_uOBtm2l2ozHMXFYMHvi/s3459/1-20240222_102725%20BEST.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2137" data-original-width="3459" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAdiGSl_2u5hXCclLwonL5rJYN8jUNK4SXHPBjONu4L0eOVh7uvSuggIRGLwAitFzNUTr8z-iEf5nCfz1fODr-rfd50u4PaO4l1mjMB7jdZ5WuKhoqvzqbRKvFh5Zstf6Hm2fzbPlRzbw_Bw8Gf50OCkNovX4XI8Q11MiRU1L_uOBtm2l2ozHMXFYMHvi/w640-h396/1-20240222_102725%20BEST.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> </span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Between June and August 1968, the first
National Sculpture Exhibition was held in the ruins of St. Michael’s Cathedral,
Coventry. The exhibition was sponsored by the Arts Council and by invitation of
Canon Stephen Edmund Verney.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Cathedral had been destroyed during the
Luftwaffe raid on Coventry on 14 November 1940, and in common with St. Luke’s
Church in Liverpool was left as a permanent memorial to the Blitz.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In early June, John and Yoko managed to
secure an invitation via Anthony Fawcett who was a member of the organising committee
to display their work alongside such renowned sculptors as Henry Moore, Barbara
Hepworth and Roland Piche. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Very much in the early stages of their
relationship, both physically and creatively, John’s idea was informed by an
earlier work of Yoko’s he’d seen at the Indica Gallery on the day they first
met. Yoko’s ‘sculpture’ was an apple on a perspex display stand, an organic,
evolving piece representing the life cycle of birth, decay, death and rebirth
(the fruit gradually decomposing until only the seeds remained). <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">John decided to plant two acorns as a living
sculpture alongside all the ‘heavy old sculptures’ explaining that ‘in fifty
years’ time, people will understand what we’re trying to say when there are a
couple of lovely great oak trees up there’.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fawcett warned the couple that they might
face resistance from Canon Verney who was troubled by the couple’s out of
wedlock relationship. Both were actually married at the time, but not to each
other.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The day before the exhibition opened, John’s
driver Les Anthony and Anthony Fawcett arrived in a car towing a trailer where they
were outside the Cathedral by Canon Verney.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>On the trailer was a large, white, garden seat in wrought iron, a number
of plant pots and acorns.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Verney flatly
refused to allow them to unload, and a huge argument ensued.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After ‘much nastiness’ and several phone
calls to some of Britain’s top sculptors, the Canon realised he could not go
back on his work and relented.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEBr5Z6-qePpDJfMo_-nwCP8yYGVZ_pHNKeaqA5LOWyy9SBibKqCTuVOaF2gIK8JR03a_P5vJA7eTG81VMCVvDureWwYsrGXprJyGqujSxUOkaUFGKOG8P4-HWXjg-_GUuyeN4fJ6SlxIyR3q5ia7BmsOpMNZN49CCfYp8AB31NCgUHYMksmwo1DTPaqkt/s1200/ZJNAXQFYYJEAFM2NN2AHKCSCCI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="1200" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEBr5Z6-qePpDJfMo_-nwCP8yYGVZ_pHNKeaqA5LOWyy9SBibKqCTuVOaF2gIK8JR03a_P5vJA7eTG81VMCVvDureWwYsrGXprJyGqujSxUOkaUFGKOG8P4-HWXjg-_GUuyeN4fJ6SlxIyR3q5ia7BmsOpMNZN49CCfYp8AB31NCgUHYMksmwo1DTPaqkt/w640-h482/ZJNAXQFYYJEAFM2NN2AHKCSCCI.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span>Two acorns were ceremoniously planted in plant
pots facing easterly and westerly positions in a hole dug for the occasion by
John and Yoko, both of whom arrived sensibly dressed for gardening work in
their white suits, much to the amusement of onlookers. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> The circular iron seat was designed to slot together, surrounding the acorns which would then grown inside the bench. On the seat was an engraved </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;">silver-plated plaque reading </span><i style="font-family: Livory, serif;">‘Yoko’ by John Lennon, ‘John’ by Yoko Ono, some time in May 1968</i><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;">. </span><span style="font-family: Livory, serif; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lennon told the <i>Daily Express</i> that
the planting was to symbolize that ‘East and West have met in Yoko and me’.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span><i><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As late comers to the Exhibition, John and
Yoko’s acorn piece was not included in the official catalogue and so they made
their own, arranging to be photographed by Keith McMillan at the appropriately
named ‘Sprout’, a basement next to Gregory Sam’s macrobitotic restaurant in
Notting Hill Gate. The resultant image made clever use of perspective to give
the impression that John and Yoko were sprouting from the plastic flowerpots.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNemcJipK5d2GN-M0m_oKZRwkdc6VNqhDv6P65mKfcwFN0W8nnYA5WmmfDis-pSL3o-AFXah5_by2itzRRe8RX1wk-7luSqu_7hR9Wmi44a6ABq5AHAJMQwsoDzHmq2ZggcED_U1Vjw8aHIswxxo9tz0hJjolenvZyA9Yr3XrDH11pE2O4VD36VdmFS_u4" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2717" data-original-width="1786" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNemcJipK5d2GN-M0m_oKZRwkdc6VNqhDv6P65mKfcwFN0W8nnYA5WmmfDis-pSL3o-AFXah5_by2itzRRe8RX1wk-7luSqu_7hR9Wmi44a6ABq5AHAJMQwsoDzHmq2ZggcED_U1Vjw8aHIswxxo9tz0hJjolenvZyA9Yr3XrDH11pE2O4VD36VdmFS_u4=w421-h640" width="421" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Coventry Telegraph</i>, 17 June 1968</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Two days after the exhibition opened, the <i>Coventry
Telegraph</i> reported that Mr Norman Pegen, part of the group responsible for staging
the event had claimed he had taken the decision not to include John and Yoko’s
submission inside the consecrated ground of the Cathedral, which incidentally
had been visited by three of the Beatles – Paul, George and either John or Ringo,
and Kenny Lynch on Sunday 24 February during the Helen Shapiro tour. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The bench and acorns had been moved about 50-feet to the Cathedral's gardens. Pegan was
quoted as saying ‘the Lennon-Yono (sic) piece is very good – but only as a
garden seat and is being used as such by visitors’. Another member of the
Cathedral staff noted that fans had already stolen the plaque. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhi6BmB3KBXKjJ-_4vK-WRlh8oIdCBdTB2KzjMjPk583BiPEQiDJMclG-A3dxcwLeqkWEor9lzeKRRdzqkrlXu7h7GeSkIVbUJyuzy7iwulCszlMlp9XJtoK8MpHXLoyFf8YheE2zjgdyicKBwf1i7Ng_xJX1xFF7_h59seSAuPVFIHAl8sJnXBoqylCnD7" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2892" data-original-width="2370" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhi6BmB3KBXKjJ-_4vK-WRlh8oIdCBdTB2KzjMjPk583BiPEQiDJMclG-A3dxcwLeqkWEor9lzeKRRdzqkrlXu7h7GeSkIVbUJyuzy7iwulCszlMlp9XJtoK8MpHXLoyFf8YheE2zjgdyicKBwf1i7Ng_xJX1xFF7_h59seSAuPVFIHAl8sJnXBoqylCnD7=w525-h640" width="525" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Coventry Telegraph</i>, 20 June 1968</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On 22 June 1968, it was reported that the acorns had been stolen.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheEGoNHspR75lr-Qv_wbQJpr8JLwlb3CqdfR5BZjEJCCoX1c92NuBAvGTUo3wwRzQlE5ODkHe0E3BhAav1BGqkXEzs7-RVpVsEGV7FwW2KEUstai9fm2Wbkxdz5X8awLaQunfjVEjjmWoJWw-MyJ1zulT0hjUjJ5Rnh34BMOLavoT278mqI4uV49VyBUxJ" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3471" data-original-width="1257" height="844" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheEGoNHspR75lr-Qv_wbQJpr8JLwlb3CqdfR5BZjEJCCoX1c92NuBAvGTUo3wwRzQlE5ODkHe0E3BhAav1BGqkXEzs7-RVpVsEGV7FwW2KEUstai9fm2Wbkxdz5X8awLaQunfjVEjjmWoJWw-MyJ1zulT0hjUjJ5Rnh34BMOLavoT278mqI4uV49VyBUxJ=w306-h844" width="306" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Coventry Telegraph</i>, 22 June 1968</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVj0XJzEmIxauJN3ot3UpyWHM8BfVpRa12OOn6xavhBdTmzgn6VJ_WCAOIAHMk2ZUVtTRhYSgrV9naIu5524WQJe-qJJ8M8_bg_H7vIVn7lRBfJFQ5iRui-4j9wdhQcvCdqCKPkuycv9qqEV6rPmIR5xXnuZLVYYjyLBXLwQK-N1Q5b31z4LdLfJcviXhZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2237" data-original-width="1184" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVj0XJzEmIxauJN3ot3UpyWHM8BfVpRa12OOn6xavhBdTmzgn6VJ_WCAOIAHMk2ZUVtTRhYSgrV9naIu5524WQJe-qJJ8M8_bg_H7vIVn7lRBfJFQ5iRui-4j9wdhQcvCdqCKPkuycv9qqEV6rPmIR5xXnuZLVYYjyLBXLwQK-N1Q5b31z4LdLfJcviXhZ=w339-h640" width="339" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1225" data-original-width="2355" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4RdglNusjNvsYcyyLArolKJh8x-uFMNMhvxzjcj9mLoYZCguPk7B-ENHbaHMUtp8-HxlAAhRUGQPt8S5HTYw99HnwGqJeB1QExm8xxVGI84mgavfL0Pf7HSTn6c46urf2_krpWVKhDNrr0QlYK-zLYyqpHgfmQXYermSbjUl5teOBiaDGxFhHrqGFe9CF=w640-h332" width="640" /></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More coverage in the<i> Coventry Evening Telegraph</i>, 25 June 1968 (both)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></span></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On Friday 28 June John wrote a letter in
response to Canon Verney’s stance prohibiting the installation of John and
Yoko’s sculpture within the grounds of the Cathedral, and the
distribution of their privately produced catalogue. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;">The letter finds John at times angry, at
others thoughtful and seeking appeasement: ‘Thank you for your Christian
attitude….do you have to explain an acorn? I don’t understand why you can’t
distribute our leaflet unless you worry about gossip...You talk about young people as if you know something about them - you obviously don't or you wouldn't be worried about our influence on them</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141414; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;">. </span></span><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;">Jesus would have loved our
piece for what it is… could we not substitute something that is not worth
stealing… ‘Sit here and think of a church growing into a bigger church’.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span>Failing to reach a compromise, a driver was
sent to retrieve the bench. It was returned to Kenwood, John's home and was seen briefly in the 1988 'Imagine' film.</span></span><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So, what of the stolen acorns?<o:p></o:p></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Remarkably, in the same week that Paul McCartney's missing Hofner Bass was found, it was revealed that John Lennon's missing nuts had also been located, and were the subject of this
morning's unveiling at the Liverpool Beatles Museum on Mathew Street.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When Warwickshire Police Traffic Sergeant
Mike Davies retired in 1980 he re-discovered the two acorns while clearing his
desk. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now in his late eighties, Mike wrote to the
Beatles Museum on 27 November 2023 offering them the acorns, if there was any
interest in them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the letter he explained that in late June
1968, a 20 year old Beatles fan had failed a breath test when stopped for
suspected drink-driving just outside Budworth and was subsequently arrested and
brought to a police station in Nuneaton, along with his girlfriend. Upon
searching the young man, Warwickshire police found two acorns in his possession
that had been wrapped in a lacy ladies’ type handkerchief and covered in a coating
of his girlfriend’s clear nail varnish in order to preserve them. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The obvious question to ask them was why?
The couple explained that they had been in attendance when John and Yoko
planted the acorns under the bench seat. Noting their position they went back later
on and ‘found them’, taking them as a souvenir of their favourite group.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Davies recalled how they (the Police) had
gone through the rule book to determine what, if any, law they had broken.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They could not be charged with theft as this
requires that the stolen object (a) has an owner <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(b) be of value and (c) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>has been taken with the intent to deprive the
owner permanently thereof.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Davies
determined that the acorns had no owner and no value, and consequently no law
had been broken. He wondered how they would be able to identify the two acorns
as the ones planted by John and Yoko, and whether they would grow should they
be replanted given they were now coated in nail varnish. ‘They walked and the
acorns were left’, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>stuck in a desk drawer
and forgotten about for 12 years.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
88-year-old said: ‘They were in my desk until I retired in 1980 when I put them
in a cardboard box and that's where they remained until I decided to start
clearing out my own personal things’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When
Mr Davies came across the acorns last year it took him a moment to remember the
story behind them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">‘They were two seconds off going in the
waste bin when I thought 'that was John Lennon and Yoko Ono'’.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mr Davies searched Google for the details of
the Beatles museum, on Liverpool's Mathew Street, and decided "for the
sake of a stamp" to post the acorns there to see if they were of interest.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUFKtsRi7ZyaN-joi89cXRIo3rjvutgBHGUpgPkK0YEZe9ajbZec9AxAAX90jLLiYhKGrlJZn00-QGAJ9bvz3KCZGChkxGUJCwwSKOKUOEVcAkeedcRYMUs1BOaYToWcok-NW-Tyhj0vETBeU7VviAd_MjEQV349UmX-V778PsM8G629ZLxyvMiROZS39/s3907/1-20240222_101726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3907" data-original-width="2268" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUFKtsRi7ZyaN-joi89cXRIo3rjvutgBHGUpgPkK0YEZe9ajbZec9AxAAX90jLLiYhKGrlJZn00-QGAJ9bvz3KCZGChkxGUJCwwSKOKUOEVcAkeedcRYMUs1BOaYToWcok-NW-Tyhj0vETBeU7VviAd_MjEQV349UmX-V778PsM8G629ZLxyvMiROZS39/w372-h640/1-20240222_101726.jpg" width="372" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the letter he sent, he said: "If
not, just bin them. I certainly have no interest in them being returned."</span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CF2uRan4mdVMX6HvJPioriVAF7eoC0txPTma4302egtNqXoyN-Xe2Ir3EDCz254yIEW4w8sV53Kq4JGznpKGwJIDqanFtts6-3HtoNbL7G9bgilcIZrKbSQoHjkx4wAHdBV5pU-ap0ssdcvO0uGw9StBGvkM-JKzo7MIskHt28IWvtpSuUTo9oqRSzHo/s3404/1-20240222_100853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3404" data-original-width="2268" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CF2uRan4mdVMX6HvJPioriVAF7eoC0txPTma4302egtNqXoyN-Xe2Ir3EDCz254yIEW4w8sV53Kq4JGznpKGwJIDqanFtts6-3HtoNbL7G9bgilcIZrKbSQoHjkx4wAHdBV5pU-ap0ssdcvO0uGw9StBGvkM-JKzo7MIskHt28IWvtpSuUTo9oqRSzHo/w426-h640/1-20240222_100853.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Julia Baird, John Lennon's sister.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The acorns were unveiled by John Lennon's
sister Julia Baird in front of an invited audience. For some of us who can
almost recite what John was doing on a daily basis it was amusing to hear Julia
admit that she had been completely unaware of her brother’s goings on in
Coventry until the Museum asked her to take part in revealing the latest
addition to the collection.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpL9cpxCmzg142m3IDQ56KhMlzpinqiRIx7Y-OkDiLaemBHohypRe6jDyQbFpK3oKANQh_ld5H8H9VRRMDlbxJnknqESghI78N7u7_WV3ter0Py3TinQzrTBYLHphoCa_SrCg_MQxWPGPydnJg3EktzC4c17Ji4xRSBZZqIPNUtDQH7J0XoX-9vOpek-E5" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1338" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpL9cpxCmzg142m3IDQ56KhMlzpinqiRIx7Y-OkDiLaemBHohypRe6jDyQbFpK3oKANQh_ld5H8H9VRRMDlbxJnknqESghI78N7u7_WV3ter0Py3TinQzrTBYLHphoCa_SrCg_MQxWPGPydnJg3EktzC4c17Ji4xRSBZZqIPNUtDQH7J0XoX-9vOpek-E5=w517-h640" width="517" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Julia addresses the invited audience</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54LJDXNq3JYoxG0lOQCr42EaX-MX_1S3f9Lv0B3DdiFpXSQpRkHa0N6lf45AWSFMM7zlVOsytc_Fk3E6Hmr00vHUCxlwyJjBOStUlx1mtD-RTk1jKOiUAuPySEczs2LOjpUbXAqoN_l4ez-zbeJj6QpAszO4GWXsM6nC3JPq6h4zde6-3QGkXd4Kw1i6m/s2048/429489328_10233478680535290_4643698625892338098_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54LJDXNq3JYoxG0lOQCr42EaX-MX_1S3f9Lv0B3DdiFpXSQpRkHa0N6lf45AWSFMM7zlVOsytc_Fk3E6Hmr00vHUCxlwyJjBOStUlx1mtD-RTk1jKOiUAuPySEczs2LOjpUbXAqoN_l4ez-zbeJj6QpAszO4GWXsM6nC3JPq6h4zde6-3QGkXd4Kw1i6m/w640-h360/429489328_10233478680535290_4643698625892338098_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beatle Siblings: Pete Best's brother shares a joke with John Lennon's sister.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Although the acorn event in Coventry predated John and Yoko's Bed-In for Peace campaign by some nine months, clearly the seeds had been sown, to pardon the pun. In 1969 the couple mailed acorns and an accompanying letter to world leaders and other prominent figures asking that the acorns be planted for peace. Asked in 1971 whether they had received any response from the recipients John said that 'different heads of state actually planted the acorns, lots of them wrote to us...I believe Golda Meir (prime minister of Israel 1969-1974) said 'I don't know who they are but if it's for peace, we're for it' or something like that. There were quite a few people who understood the idea'.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDk83QOSE_-PyPeaR7h4z-OpfbMYqZJEo5H-zREjParmkimfnXIwsS_BzP5E7f6bAAfWe2WcK3bWB4BYG0oecYikNAvTauLTnH3HbaByuw6nL-SDaVoMY7ntcQ5wU2aUZl6bw42ZAhwyafe1DloAAYal8dE5x22aTyiH9Hcexu15hRxt1VeTqpYo0g_xY/s1104/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2023022024%20091312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1004" data-original-width="1104" height="582" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDk83QOSE_-PyPeaR7h4z-OpfbMYqZJEo5H-zREjParmkimfnXIwsS_BzP5E7f6bAAfWe2WcK3bWB4BYG0oecYikNAvTauLTnH3HbaByuw6nL-SDaVoMY7ntcQ5wU2aUZl6bw42ZAhwyafe1DloAAYal8dE5x22aTyiH9Hcexu15hRxt1VeTqpYo0g_xY/w640-h582/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2023022024%20091312.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif; font-size: medium;"><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sadly 53 years on, the world is still in conflict. Yoko continues to spread a message of peace through various media and events.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoZipPBcTvTBKraNiBD8NPGeqFEqdZt8_0WYYGuzKDrYgoq9RZiyU0lOJiEIuCRJ2_YtZkCcRVtEC17d847XALiD2yF-vIbnnanKc5ZVU3WjwaRMbGWlCm8i_92CaqqFX31xoPP-IQPpWRtn7mSEJqH1fhPFczKIwdnYR2ghGfG8lYdx3kQfmVAaxBoQLC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2267" data-original-width="3400" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoZipPBcTvTBKraNiBD8NPGeqFEqdZt8_0WYYGuzKDrYgoq9RZiyU0lOJiEIuCRJ2_YtZkCcRVtEC17d847XALiD2yF-vIbnnanKc5ZVU3WjwaRMbGWlCm8i_92CaqqFX31xoPP-IQPpWRtn7mSEJqH1fhPFczKIwdnYR2ghGfG8lYdx3kQfmVAaxBoQLC=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZtdaVh3Pk5fp2TLuALlYnLnGzG5Xm_LvWLw0f0bzf_NxOdiYodR4Pi3dJaXkd9g5mtYbEn0PjuRdAjCD6z8EgOCnx5kT3jLtePv6L0cp-i5AOep_FkGiKeK047zuT68WMDCKjdobitVaBRB9NbTb9mkQF42wMFJ8lA7Z8U5O9ErlxE-73rKaa1aUHSttQ=w360-h640" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="360" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Julia Baird after the unveiling.</td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span><br /></span></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Livory",serif;"><o:p><span>Thanks to Roag Best and everyone at the Liverpool Beatles Museum. See you at the next one! </span></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Livory, serif;"> </span></span></p>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-41266733992890063902023-10-26T23:54:00.005+01:002023-10-27T08:51:51.704+01:00Now And Then<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #111111; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand; letter-spacing: -0.5px;">The release date of the 'final Beatles' song', <i>Now and Then</i>, an unfinished demo recorded by John Lennon in 1979 and worked on by the remaining Beatles during the Anthology project in 1995, and again over the last couple of years was announced today. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -0.5px;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The track will be released on a number of single vinyl formats, a <i>cassette</i>, and as the final song on reworked versions of the classic red and blue 'best of' compilations The Beatles 1962-66 and The Beatles 1967-70.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -0.5px;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Predictably the news has sent Beatles fan pages and social media groups into overdrive, with fans sharing some very mixed opinions about the entire enterprise. Personally I'm interested to hear the song, obviously. I absolutely hate the artwork for the single. I assumed it was a placeholder, like you sometimes see on Amazon before the final artwork for a forthcoming book or album is available, but no, that uninspiring bluey grey square with the song title written diagonally is the real deal. I don't think I've seen artwork on a Beatles' product as bad as this since Ringo's last EP.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -0.5px;"><span>I'm a second generation Beatles' fan who discovered them through my parent's copies of the red and blue albums. While the red has been criticized in the past for being too short and favouring 'Rubber Soul' tracks over 'Revolver' (valid points) do we really need two dozen extra tracks added to these re-releases? In my opinion, changing the track-listing means they're no longer the albums a lot of us seventies-born Beatle fans grew up with. Isn't this what playlists are for? Nobody buying these albums will agree on the additions and omissions which I strongly suspect was decided by committee, aka the surviving Beatles and the estates of John and George. You can imagine the discussion: 'There's no songs with my Dad on lead vocals on the Red Album'. 'Ok, Dhani, how about Roll Over Beethoven and Taxman? What? You want 'Within You Without You' as well? Right'. '</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -0.5px;">What's that Sean? You really love 'I Want You (She's So Heavy)'? On a Beatles' best of compilation? It's seven minutes long! Ok, you're the boss. </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -0.5px;">One</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -0.5px;"> of the bosses. You want 'Glass Onion' on there as well?! Ringo, you've been very quiet. Are you sure you don't want 'What Goes On' alongside the rest of the 'Rubber Soul' album? 'Don't Pass Me By?' </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -0.5px;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I know, I know. Nobody is <i>forcing</i> me to buy anything.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -0.5px;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">What I DO like, is seeing any 'new' footage of the 'Threetles' together and an excerpt from a 12 minute 'Now and Then' documentary film also premiered today including a lovely clip of Paul and George together. I can never get enough of that.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -0.5px;"><span>In keeping with the themes of this blog I also really like t</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -0.5px;">his imaginative series of images showing John's original 'Now and Then' demo cassette (with manufacturers brand name removed) which I assumed were photoshopped but according to reports actually appeared overnight, projected onto places particularly synonymous with the Beatles and their songs. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Quicksand; letter-spacing: -0.5px;">Even though its now 60 years since they lived here it can never be said that The Beatles fail to acknowledge their birthplace when the opportunity arises.</span></span></p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a name='more'></a></span></span><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOHmSy8OU7-etJhWZGk5NGBgn4AxXVGQNaBUSQHm03JBWoB-oj723lC5pfjJPOjjMKjhPQe5lNPhZlrNgFHZnw2E7PLAG_IuHXDDWuTzoH7Njy7tsVWdEz7YwnMpR5emu7GT9hBLGnCBT8PnZf4B5nTjmAefNZA5AjGStFG0rIapv2yXWwNtqy-7vy7sO/s2000/Beatles-projection@2000x1270.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1270" data-original-width="2000" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOHmSy8OU7-etJhWZGk5NGBgn4AxXVGQNaBUSQHm03JBWoB-oj723lC5pfjJPOjjMKjhPQe5lNPhZlrNgFHZnw2E7PLAG_IuHXDDWuTzoH7Njy7tsVWdEz7YwnMpR5emu7GT9hBLGnCBT8PnZf4B5nTjmAefNZA5AjGStFG0rIapv2yXWwNtqy-7vy7sO/w640-h406/Beatles-projection@2000x1270.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">John's former home at 251 Menlove Avenue</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPt5GEPkZW4iuIDIga7q4-apSW4XD7pS37Dy6fDGsfJzLZCbSoXxq-NMzzXSSyOX-Xi_SQihJfncQEeKVaGPg0jahUV39Y6Zlds5EfL7P4hXSZ_x0phHaUWWu7Q36XlCDeGcZJjEIxSeOYcZrZ9AJ37aL4OS90cMXQJPZZ9HZi9zizuGmFkFdzEDC__mpv" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="320" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPt5GEPkZW4iuIDIga7q4-apSW4XD7pS37Dy6fDGsfJzLZCbSoXxq-NMzzXSSyOX-Xi_SQihJfncQEeKVaGPg0jahUV39Y6Zlds5EfL7P4hXSZ_x0phHaUWWu7Q36XlCDeGcZJjEIxSeOYcZrZ9AJ37aL4OS90cMXQJPZZ9HZi9zizuGmFkFdzEDC__mpv=w640-h406" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The Penny Lane road sign on the corner with Greenbank Road.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKEu2NjU7WQkOOtCp2crjNDmldhaJ74vWkObl3zGfKwGND2h6zk5mojqe1LkUOnutMQI6zB8UNxdqHc1qJObIsL425NeK1uXwdCV-jRSy_hPcg9SYu05beZNWXESXdhMMZa5C3grTkPZUCxtlJhUYODnAIsOhBv_erI1qDwY2yc9Fv0v9cgRK5xrLLkX5/s2000/Beatles-Projections-3@2000x1270.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1270" data-original-width="2000" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKEu2NjU7WQkOOtCp2crjNDmldhaJ74vWkObl3zGfKwGND2h6zk5mojqe1LkUOnutMQI6zB8UNxdqHc1qJObIsL425NeK1uXwdCV-jRSy_hPcg9SYu05beZNWXESXdhMMZa5C3grTkPZUCxtlJhUYODnAIsOhBv_erI1qDwY2yc9Fv0v9cgRK5xrLLkX5/w640-h406/Beatles-Projections-3@2000x1270.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">"Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout" on Smithdown Place.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwUdTJEdulpCmdZnQd6108ZCHWBESmhW96oKxTG3IG5eh5k2cHg93izIylXNQIlzywR0Z5tfjxvJKHERE00rjMdn6hWwIVBNh3hUwq414Pw3KiH5xDsPYw5u2gR6SlzQQ7Z9_O6LEScw8-nhbNea-NgOM5j9wkvLjgrbqQQ9WqZPTkV8Dw01ZVpI3jiMy/s696/Beatles-Projections-4@2000x1270-696x442.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="442" data-original-width="696" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwUdTJEdulpCmdZnQd6108ZCHWBESmhW96oKxTG3IG5eh5k2cHg93izIylXNQIlzywR0Z5tfjxvJKHERE00rjMdn6hWwIVBNh3hUwq414Pw3KiH5xDsPYw5u2gR6SlzQQ7Z9_O6LEScw8-nhbNea-NgOM5j9wkvLjgrbqQQ9WqZPTkV8Dw01ZVpI3jiMy/w640-h406/Beatles-Projections-4@2000x1270-696x442.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">On the 'wall of fame' and alongside the Lennon statue outside the Cavern PUB, Mathew Street, not the <i>'iconic Cavern Club</i>' as reported in the NME alongside other speculative nonsense. The clue is in the red writing, not the website address.</span></span><span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="320" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixIZ9Itd0wO4l6XB-NqDs716CNPNJBE2VDGYOdNJ7LTgoSFnZZNnkElHmAwC_gqxAx2XbQaKcZASGhM7fTXYNbAvADiDhk3BQSbjnz-jQcSFoyPbw0R7MLc3YeZNyIPVZJh_5W1V8BAQmJNvUjJI3BfEbzGdOsxvnybe2_DtGs7y6ISAdPoIPKzB-KoDGl=w640-h406" width="640" /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1270" data-original-width="2000" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitj8Ko0Bm5ecO4_ov5wXawQtjitIhFkEdSxOGrOJFmpNPYfCGXYMq6wxcfmg1eQRhHEbmusRCftPVdr7bT44jLriXertywy_tqdYlEBaaA75-Ya_vj_W26Xdw47C4K53wnhfY-890sKyjeWmKGHQDP5bxpBSrCv3Ob4pqHMAoJyg0ZR8QspZRGBbTnd93P/w640-h406/Beatles-Projections@2000x1270.jpg" width="640" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">And finally on the gatepost at Strawberry Field. At last, Linda B's' act of public vandalism from 2011 is obliterated, if only temporarily. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">'Now and Then' is released on Thursday 2 November. It will be preceded by the documentary telling the full story behind the making of the song, which is scheduled for a global premiere on The Beatles' YouTube channel on 1 November at 7.30pm. The official music video debuts on Friday 3 November.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Photo Credits: <span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-style: italic;">The Beatles Projections in Liverpool, 2023 : Press</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><!--more--><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="color: #444444; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div></div></span><div class="tdc-row stretch_row_1400 td-stretch-content" id="tdi_86" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; max-width: 1148px; padding-left: 24px; padding-right: 24px; width: auto;"></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-91254643452916740562023-10-17T23:54:00.009+01:002023-10-19T17:36:13.833+01:00Sue Me, Sue You Blues: The Beatles and The Law<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>In December 1970, Dirk sued Stig and Nasty; Barry sued Dirk; Nasty sued Stig and Barry; and Stig sued himself accidentally...</b></span></i></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i><b>It was the beginning of a golden era for lawyers, but for the Rutles, it was the beginning of the end.</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The above of course is from <i>The Rutles</i>, a 'mockumentary' which satirises the career of the Beatles, but sadly, not too far removed from the reality, as I learned on Monday evening when I attended 'The Beatles and the Law', a lecture at the <b>Yoko Ono Lennon Centre</b> in Liverpool University. I was accompanied by my friend, fellow MA, Beatles' historian and blogger, Steve Bradley. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY650thhrhkeEPKd7-IqczsUU0YH8JM4b_F-PQqBWNsRgm8eBlYTxj0ym0S1qq5P44g38afOFRLN5XAGIKHsQyq4Bpe3aDbphtyy-0A9Qa9ZkpZcqwHf4CacLM-9oKqPRbCrtMwWoIZ6N35TiUc5AFF4t4UsufkZtz3O1qVDZD3GZD-tNMI7ZP4EAtaXPI/w369-h277/393587861_10232852382878240_4547747938724819055_n.jpg" width="369" /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1992" data-original-width="1280" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnv-G_HRjBdwABA0-waEbO4ZU2bk_5exoqYTsB1NvOGkbt5H8SshRrGgWgmpQ3jPBW8UMmBcqelNmqhsKWcWrDUKcgcdF2wvFJk-1benXkfLdw2lR2ISHgj1expwOBHcZhyphenhyphenth7BA1RA50v1rM3oXci7Dk4yXq1W9wkmWu6Ioxk69FQpAhD59VVEfwePLW/w180-h280/393776879_10232852386078320_751419839130224528_n.jpg" width="180" /></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><span> </span><span> </span>Ron Decline</b><span> / </span><b>Allen Klein</b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wgTDjegDLCHmDlSiV6Npns_qff60EG3zh2-Vk1db8hb5yxr7tdwTft_FawqBtNeHquwm47mI5itaFQTsW5hg6mWM_cbVAPxpSC3gxCkiXiI0EsYnHWHGsK_RxRxf38ROIXT7ZKvtwS_V6xkwqchX64itIkafaqeMri_D5-L98DxE0F6mD5rXD720HHbZ/s1595/393356062_10232852388158372_4285872229280035413_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1595" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wgTDjegDLCHmDlSiV6Npns_qff60EG3zh2-Vk1db8hb5yxr7tdwTft_FawqBtNeHquwm47mI5itaFQTsW5hg6mWM_cbVAPxpSC3gxCkiXiI0EsYnHWHGsK_RxRxf38ROIXT7ZKvtwS_V6xkwqchX64itIkafaqeMri_D5-L98DxE0F6mD5rXD720HHbZ/w257-h320/393356062_10232852388158372_4285872229280035413_n.jpg" title="Sir David Andrew Foxton, KC" width="257" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> <b>Sir David Andrew Foxton KC</b> (image: Wikipedia)</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The presentation was by Sir David Andrew Foxton KC, the Judge in charge of the Commercial Court in London.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A keen Beatles fan, with family links to Liverpool, in preparing for the talk he sought the counsel of a friend in the legal profession about speaking to a Liverpool audience for the first time. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Wisely, his friend told him to remain strictly neutral, between the red and the blue halves of the city. Sir David acknowledged that this friend's advice is almost invariably to be followed, but on this particular occasion he had decided not to, because "while both have great merit, the superior quality of the blue is undeniable". </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As the words were leaving his lips there were audible gasps from the gallery. With half of the audience reaching for their silver hammer - me included - he continued, 'the Beatles 1967-70 will always have the edge over the Beatles 1962-1966", just as the front covers of the red and blue albums appeared on the screen above him, diffusing a potentially explosive situation. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In front of an audience comprising of Lawyers, Beatles' fans, and Beatles' fans who work/had worked in Lawyer's offices (me and Steve), Foxton began by explaining how the Beatles' long breakup period, from 1969 to 1971, was accelerated by the appointment of Allen Klein as the Beatles manager and ultimately led to the first major litigation involving the group: Paul McCartney's lawsuit against his fellow Fabs at the High Court in London on 31 December 1970, in which he sought to extricate himself from their legal partnership.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bWmOI1rJX2jsyR6eOYoSOOjYGNvMBewvGY1KTdKlwoYXSSRte7Lv2ECS7LsYetFUkiq73A3lJdKnPA8Q0Q5_LIJ8gyseKhCeLKkvSh45u2ZWv7-rpBCRmPzA6CNB-i6lpORczjZBROhAyg891SoaWV5QxKdM7DlhnDPtXtuUTsijQ63ouOZu_nDwujyD/s2048/393345741_10232852387998368_4753206509699106549_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1523" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bWmOI1rJX2jsyR6eOYoSOOjYGNvMBewvGY1KTdKlwoYXSSRte7Lv2ECS7LsYetFUkiq73A3lJdKnPA8Q0Q5_LIJ8gyseKhCeLKkvSh45u2ZWv7-rpBCRmPzA6CNB-i6lpORczjZBROhAyg891SoaWV5QxKdM7DlhnDPtXtuUTsijQ63ouOZu_nDwujyD/w298-h400/393345741_10232852387998368_4753206509699106549_n.jpg" width="298" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Paul and Linda at the High Court in 1971</b>.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Fortunately for Paul, the Judge did agree, and he told him so, uh oh-oh. [I promise there will be no more Maxwell references] . Of the presiding Justice Stamp, Klein would remark <i>'that old Judge, Stamp, he didn't understand what it was all about. He got lost. He got Beatlemania.' </i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We heard how this litigious breakup inspired several songs, one great 'You Never Give Me Your Money' and one so-so, George's 'Sue Me Sue You Blues', which surely should have been the subtitle of the presentation. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The protracted legal wranglings to dissolve the Beatles continued until 1975 by which time John, George and Ringo were also having doubts about Mr Klein, with John putting his feelings about his former manager into his 1974 song, 'Steel and Glass.' </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qkS9Vdu4B-8KN5JL1IQDrrGbws-hwWEsK_ov9KQRcQowZ-gLYELhQZeulhIKy5io1rU0bjGhxAbP1DPpNdKLQF0yGaJ5EjmL5xj-3YA2tPuBbkM5RCSEq-cM7E5cRuKqvzAa-E_vzUhUsBYuiGdE08wOuRrtQ3YiAQshc2DAVsrZpxLbvf_5sIslqts3/s2400/391626715_851788293272305_2702770996050136685_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="2400" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qkS9Vdu4B-8KN5JL1IQDrrGbws-hwWEsK_ov9KQRcQowZ-gLYELhQZeulhIKy5io1rU0bjGhxAbP1DPpNdKLQF0yGaJ5EjmL5xj-3YA2tPuBbkM5RCSEq-cM7E5cRuKqvzAa-E_vzUhUsBYuiGdE08wOuRrtQ3YiAQshc2DAVsrZpxLbvf_5sIslqts3/w640-h264/391626715_851788293272305_2702770996050136685_n.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Photo: Steve Bradley</span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span></span></p><!--more--><br /></span><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNKHX8X6syRRjOgjiv-YJqe4T3y7uyoyZDg1IHC0bN4aFqO0UgOFmQuYS-GXILtep-jORbLeKZs9kjcJehiND4PUeLKpyr_5RRZ9egf1k4ZlphDP8r0-7VVvr9FWixuHYMRriBsfSAI9esNwKtDIUcinMzqXqKvG73xVo64dM2GI_-7DgoNf18LemEveU/s800/George-Harrison-My-Sweet-Lord.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNKHX8X6syRRjOgjiv-YJqe4T3y7uyoyZDg1IHC0bN4aFqO0UgOFmQuYS-GXILtep-jORbLeKZs9kjcJehiND4PUeLKpyr_5RRZ9egf1k4ZlphDP8r0-7VVvr9FWixuHYMRriBsfSAI9esNwKtDIUcinMzqXqKvG73xVo64dM2GI_-7DgoNf18LemEveU/s320/George-Harrison-My-Sweet-Lord.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In the mid-1970s both George and John faced lawsuits over copyright infringement.</span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In 1970, 'My Sweet Lord' gave George Harrison his first solo No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100, the first solo Beatle to reach the top. A few months after release, George was sued for plagiarism by Bright Tunes, the publishers of 'He's So Fine', a 1963 hit for the Chiffons. In response, Allen Klein (still managing George at this point) suggested that Harrison buy Bright Tunes but the company declined the approach, believing a share of income from 'My Sweet Lord' might generate more money than selling the actual company.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWtKglRxSxIXg-y97JVaASfpIz1SBZj8yLN16JcOEU6_931f0HR7nUyrBRxDcDwDuvpYseWQdl3gO3vNrrms9kZY4qJXb8KWzKnuDy7TqCyVUwgn4DIyWwvLC7s6YVKEFM9iufz8l3klUOFyoqfx8cQinQQFBFDLdRTavmtuQYCF9nzl4Vi-ZVorwDab7_/s845/393759344_10232852381838214_4752312779078006649_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="845" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWtKglRxSxIXg-y97JVaASfpIz1SBZj8yLN16JcOEU6_931f0HR7nUyrBRxDcDwDuvpYseWQdl3gO3vNrrms9kZY4qJXb8KWzKnuDy7TqCyVUwgn4DIyWwvLC7s6YVKEFM9iufz8l3klUOFyoqfx8cQinQQFBFDLdRTavmtuQYCF9nzl4Vi-ZVorwDab7_/w400-h276/393759344_10232852381838214_4752312779078006649_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><span><b>'Hold your bible in your hand' (a still from the promo video for 'This Song')</b></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">George took his guitar into the courtroom to demonstrate for those assembled how he had written the song but to no avail. On 31 August 1976, Judge Richard Owen of the U.S. District Court for the Southern District of New York ruled that Harrison had "subconsciously" copied the song. In summation Owen asked, <i>'Did Harrison deliberately use the music of 'He's So Fine'? I do not believe he did so deliberately. Nevertheless, it is clear that 'My Sweet Lord' is the very same song as 'He's So Fine' with different words, and Harrison had access to 'He's So Fine.' This is, under the law, infringement of copyright, and is no less so even though subconsciously accomplished."</i> With liability established, Harrison was instructed to pay damages to Bright Tunes in the region of $1,600,000.00.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">To the amusement of the audience, Sir David told of one further sting in the tale of the 'My Sweet Lord' / 'He's So Fine' debacle. After John, George and Ringo severed ties with Klein in 1973, Klein took his own advice and bought Bright Tunes, and thus the ownership of 'He's So Fine'! If Harrison needed any further convincing that Paul's suspicions about Klein were correct, then this was surely the moment. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The litigation inspired 'This Song,' a single taken from George's 1976 album 'Thirty Three and 1/3", the lyrics of which assure the listener that this particular composition has 'nothing Bright about it'. The accompanying video parodies the court case. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ELll-Epn1v8B7FsTAas_H5zIoH6RAfBXWsPpJqtLb8-3E4WS3c6B6xUnSDdpSUA4l0gzLBPBEdR5OQsS7nIf-Dr6gy77EFBsJA_mG3cpX2ZmwofHSPlT6L6CPPyg40Tw87Llh4hC2c9b_YJHC2ivs-BdBxmhgcaX4YcAAPUspehwXsvd3yqLK9g9rfdh/s922/393596548_10232852382238224_3495643307053261850_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="922" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ELll-Epn1v8B7FsTAas_H5zIoH6RAfBXWsPpJqtLb8-3E4WS3c6B6xUnSDdpSUA4l0gzLBPBEdR5OQsS7nIf-Dr6gy77EFBsJA_mG3cpX2ZmwofHSPlT6L6CPPyg40Tw87Llh4hC2c9b_YJHC2ivs-BdBxmhgcaX4YcAAPUspehwXsvd3yqLK9g9rfdh/w400-h231/393596548_10232852382238224_3495643307053261850_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The case was ultimately settled in 1998. Perhaps in recognition of the duplicitous nature of Klein's actions, the rights to both 'He's So Fine' and 'My Sweet Lord' were awarded to Harrison in the UK and North American, and to Klein everywhere else. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaXmQ6tn0UVzSlpzNc0Mh5SX-RUyqcr48AQX6WBdyC0ENiFbTCrzJTtA_qHH18tZtBAOf8XTDfKxkBa-XV0WayzOSubR4i1y3X3qOStjoMjDdeWgsz5mv24OVtmkiKI2vBetX9HG4UKpHF1rRuhs6awb07OXi6WEYBygYx9GCxhro4jbnnMvRR8BxrIkDh/s320/R.png" width="284" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Morris Levy</b></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We then moved straight into another plagiarism suit, this time involving John Lennon and "mob associate" Morris Levy. Levy claimed that the Beatles' 'Come Together' infringed the copyright on Chuck Berry’s 'You Can’t Catch Me', owned by Levy’s publishing company, Big Seven Music. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It centred on a few lyrical similarities between the two songs. Berry’s <i>“Here come a flat-top he was moving up with me”</i> referred to a convertible, whereas John's <i>“Here come old flat top, he come grooving up slowly”</i> referred to a man who once had a crew cut, but despite the different connotations, the Berry song was clearly the influence on the Lennon song, something Paul McCartney realised as soon as he first heard it. He suggested slowing its pace to reduce the similarity - <i>'anything you can do to get away from that'</i> - and added a swampy bassline which thickened the disguise. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Levy saw through it. To stop the case going to court, Lennon agreed to record three of Levy’s classic songs on the album he was currently working on with Phil Spector. Fortuitously this album was a collection of Rock ’n’ Roll oldies and the songs already down on tape would sit comfortably alongside the Levy tracks. All seemed to be going well until Spector walked off with the master tapes and disappeared for several months.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">With Rock 'n' Roll currently on hold, John began to record another album which would become 'Walls and Bridges.' The closing track was a ragged version of 'Ya Ya', one of Levy's Big Seven songs, featuring just John accompanied on drums by his son Julian. When he heard the album, Levy took the impromptu 'Ya Ya' as a slight (and it probably was) and claimed Lennon had reneged on his deal. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Levy again threatened to sue. Shortly before completing 'Walls and Bridges', Lennon had recovered the Rock 'n' Roll tapes from Spector and he was able to assure Levy that the covers album was still in the works. Again showing his naivety when in the company of hustlers, John gave Levy a “rough mix” of the recordings, as an assurance, telling him: “They’re not the final version of my album. I might have to delete some crummy tracks.” </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Levy took the rough mix tape, and used it to produce an unauthorised, TV advertised album, 'Roots: John Lennon sings the great Rock 'n' Roll hits', claiming that he had a verbal agreement with Lennon. The clash led to a lawsuit and countersuit between them.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmJsn8i4Ch-G7MT5hpwB1lvBCLHWd6YIMtPBzEYBibXpBkyitZUL_TWWT5PEcHXAx5Vw469V2ERPd3w9N4vvXQptiHICnl_arx_TqcdX68pWKhcgG5ZyHpIYGndR7owkVL-sIAUQ3gzN0uaD8dTFymVxjbKJ_Gyo4U54OwxzVuSyriBWoYoNyT7YBS4Jt/s398/boot_dap026_a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="391" data-original-width="398" height="393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmJsn8i4Ch-G7MT5hpwB1lvBCLHWd6YIMtPBzEYBibXpBkyitZUL_TWWT5PEcHXAx5Vw469V2ERPd3w9N4vvXQptiHICnl_arx_TqcdX68pWKhcgG5ZyHpIYGndR7owkVL-sIAUQ3gzN0uaD8dTFymVxjbKJ_Gyo4U54OwxzVuSyriBWoYoNyT7YBS4Jt/w400-h393/boot_dap026_a.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 10 August 1976, the final judgment dismissed the claims against Lennon, awarding over $400,000 in damages against Levy and his company to both Lennon and Capitol/EMI. Lennon's lawyer Jay Bergen would later write that Levy’s bullying had failed spectacularly: “Many executives, artists and managers feared him. His underhand methods and mafia connections were well known. Yet John Lennon had shut him down.” </span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">After discussing the Beatles protracted attempts to secure better royalty deals and unpaid royalties from EMI and Capitol Records, Mr Foxton concluded his talk with an explanation of the most recent, and perhaps the most interesting lawsuit for the younger members of the audience - the long running case of Apple v Apple, which stretches back almost 40 years. Mr Foxton was only half joking when he said that the legal costs incurred during this litigation had probably helped put the kids of every lawyer involved in the case through University. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsEbVg3i55fp5UeoBrflxKFWwRO_WSl3j1D-hagZVDA31b21XscJL42SsotreMIJe0_T8WxdLdql2TK17Nl0tcSnoNahaaOPP9aCvdu633-d36Z5Heruo8LILMSSMXb_QWCpRGfNZDt10xf6d8QgcdMlGb27TBxd_4jiz92CvDV9-61vG0MMDk2K1W5MA/s800/apple-vs-apple-800x442.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="442" data-original-width="800" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsEbVg3i55fp5UeoBrflxKFWwRO_WSl3j1D-hagZVDA31b21XscJL42SsotreMIJe0_T8WxdLdql2TK17Nl0tcSnoNahaaOPP9aCvdu633-d36Z5Heruo8LILMSSMXb_QWCpRGfNZDt10xf6d8QgcdMlGb27TBxd_4jiz92CvDV9-61vG0MMDk2K1W5MA/w400-h221/apple-vs-apple-800x442.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In 1981, the Beatles' (then practically dormant) company Apple Corps (logo: a halved Granny Smith) took on a new electronics company who had the audacity to call itself Apple, or more correctly Apple Computer (logo: a half-munched apple). <i>"What a bloody cheek!"</i> Neil Aspinall, manager of Apple Corps probably said. </span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">After some sabre-rattling, the fledgling Apple Computer agreed - without the need for a court case - to stay out of music and pay Apple Corps something in the region of £50,000. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">1989 saw more litigation in the orchard. Worried about Apple Computer's expansion, the yet-to-be-nicknamed Threetles took the Californians to court again. Reaching a settlement in 1991, Apple Corps was awarded $26m and the rights to the name on "creative works whose principal content is music" while Apple Computer was allowed "goods and services... used to reproduce, run, play or otherwise deliver such content". </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDst6zz0gUiPJ0dg3aNaYSci7-f5vI0DzZMCUunrZPDf9rXIR_5jSI5UJu7uoMSznFOpWyE44BlSQLk1-Y_Tlla0MSzUR_5PFhLuV-w5cACeAggvMFfhrS5eY70t8c_nL1-x4hsoLVUumurHhMHekFC30zSS9ZvAqmld56MVcIm7TZEGFKz5bpbQhy43s3/s474/OIP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="362" data-original-width="474" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDst6zz0gUiPJ0dg3aNaYSci7-f5vI0DzZMCUunrZPDf9rXIR_5jSI5UJu7uoMSznFOpWyE44BlSQLk1-Y_Tlla0MSzUR_5PFhLuV-w5cACeAggvMFfhrS5eY70t8c_nL1-x4hsoLVUumurHhMHekFC30zSS9ZvAqmld56MVcIm7TZEGFKz5bpbQhy43s3/w400-h305/OIP.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">When the lawsuit was filed in 1989, an Apple Computer employee called Jim Reekes was part of a team working on the company's operating system update, System 7. Reekes had added a sampled system sound called <i>Chimes</i>, which the company's legal department worried would further exacerbate the legal challenge. To our amusement Sir David showed us a screenshot of the operating software (see above) that included Reekes' successfully resubmitted sound file which he had renamed Sosumi, having omitted to point out to the company lawyers that this Japanese-sounding word would be read phonetically as "so sue me". It was clearly intended as a two fingered salute to the Fabs and things were about to get worse.</span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On April 30, 1993, four years after publishing a proposal for “an idea of linked information systems,” a computer scientist named Tim Berners-Lee released the source code for the world's first web browser and editor, or the internet as we know it today, at which point the brown stuff really hit the fan.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In 2003, Apple Corps sued Apple Computer again on the basis that the latter had broken the 1991 voluntary agreement by launching iTunes, the world biggest music downloading store. Apple Corps argued that in opening a music shop and showing the apple logo, Apple Computers had overstepped the mark and entered the music business. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Clearly Justice Mann was a judge who did not 'get Beatlemania', if I may quote Allen Klein. However he did own an iPod. He ruled that distributing tracks online did not amount to making a musical product, and the Beatles lost. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In response, Neil Aspinall stated that the company did not accept the decision: <i>"With great respect to the trial judge, we consider he has reached the wrong conclusion. [...] We will accordingly be filing an appeal and putting the case again to the Court of Appeal." </i>The judgment orders Apple Corps to pay Apple Computer's legal costs at an estimated £2 million, but pending the appeal the judge declined Apple Computer's request for an interim payment of £1.5 million.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As an aside, the verdict unintentionally led to a fantastic bit of TV whereby Guy Goma, a job applicant, was mistakenly interviewed about the case live on BBC News 24 after he was confused with computing expert Guy Kewney! </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/A6WcCGCSzqY" width="320" youtube-src-id="A6WcCGCSzqY"></iframe></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Mistaken Identity</b> (BBC News 24)</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 5 February 2007, Apple Inc. (Computers) and Apple Corps reached a settlement of their trademark dispute.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Under the terms of the agreement Apple Inc. now own all of the trademarks related to "Apple" and will license certain of those trademarks back to Apple Corps for their continued use (notably the Granny Smith logo). While the terms of the settlement were confidential, newspaper accounts at the time stated that Apple Computer had bought out Apple Corps' trademark rights for a total of $500 million.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Commenting on the settlement, Apple Inc. CEO Steve Jobs said, <i>"We love the Beatles, and it has been painful being at odds with them over these trademarks. It feels great to resolve this in a positive manner, and in a way that should remove the potential of further disagreements in the future."</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Neil Aspinall who was about to retire from his 30 plus years as manager of Apple Corps was quoted saying, <i>"It is great to put this dispute behind us and move on. The years ahead are going to be very exciting times for us. We wish Apple Inc. every success and look forward to many years of peaceful co-operation with them." </i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Does that really sound like Neil? I suspect not.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Beatles catalogue finally appeared on iTunes in 2010.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Consider this; we are now living in a world where Apple the computer company is better known for music than the Beatles' organisation.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Although the subject matter was sometimes a little dry to the extent that at times I felt like I was still at work (Commercial claims and litigation being part of my 'real job') it was a different and entertaining presentation, proving once again that no subject is Beatle-proof. The evening was rounded off with a drinks reception (of which I was very receptive). and dinner in the Elephant pub in Woolton Village, where John Lennon grew up (in the village, not the pub). </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A very pleasant way to spent a Monday evening.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUHFu7Kjkk3BAex6Zip64gU1pcS_Td9_irOLER489xKzW9HSEMKMArkqAh-sxE4oWs75ZQexmu_90ZjMAmJnEZBLWCBfz9q_G6iANaqrI1Gn4CP7DH_4ddxGEeXetEvjxXgfEyJXprUrC8UkZjsSY9DzLEMW5KQTarc9ZGRRNCp2mZxREUh9L4HbkY7xb/s1922/1-393264752_10232843542857245_7011224205555705227_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="1922" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUHFu7Kjkk3BAex6Zip64gU1pcS_Td9_irOLER489xKzW9HSEMKMArkqAh-sxE4oWs75ZQexmu_90ZjMAmJnEZBLWCBfz9q_G6iANaqrI1Gn4CP7DH_4ddxGEeXetEvjxXgfEyJXprUrC8UkZjsSY9DzLEMW5KQTarc9ZGRRNCp2mZxREUh9L4HbkY7xb/w640-h282/1-393264752_10232843542857245_7011224205555705227_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-51954251243168883402023-05-24T00:20:00.006+01:002023-05-24T21:37:25.175+01:00Remembering Chas Newby, 18 June 1941 - 23 May 2023<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">23 May, 2023</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I am greatly saddened to report that Charles ‘Chas’ Newby has passed away at the age
of 81.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4F7JT24eyUh9bRuJ51yLSvEKjrMIFhqspddLcLmQ5A1SucnPusYkXUH-i3EnVxVbsWhLDkSOOI_RoCTWKGO_UJGkN6AaUYSgjnikEdmJ8BuwkKcHbGFStWB4JdSxqTZsUoEzckgBral277G79ApgStfQPRXR_aSBnvs-vFpExTpPEH0WoBjiZHyM4rQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="412" data-original-width="600" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4F7JT24eyUh9bRuJ51yLSvEKjrMIFhqspddLcLmQ5A1SucnPusYkXUH-i3EnVxVbsWhLDkSOOI_RoCTWKGO_UJGkN6AaUYSgjnikEdmJ8BuwkKcHbGFStWB4JdSxqTZsUoEzckgBral277G79ApgStfQPRXR_aSBnvs-vFpExTpPEH0WoBjiZHyM4rQ=w672-h462" width="672" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">When the
Beatles returned from Hamburg in December 1960, Stuart Sutcliffe decided to
stay in Germany. With gigs booked and missing a bass guitarist, drummer Pete
Best suggested his friend Chas Newby fill in. Chas had been a member of Pete’s
group the Black Jacks , and was now at college however, he was on holiday, and
so he agreed to play with the Beatles.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Chas first
enters the Beatles’ story in 1959 when, as a guitarist in a group called the Barmen,
he performed at the Pillar Club in ‘Lowlands,’ Haymans Green where he first
encountered George Harrison. George was playing there during what he would
later refer to as his ‘moonlighting period’ as a member of the Les Stewart Quartet.
Chas would later tell Mark Lewisohn [1] that even at that stage, '<i>George
could play Carl Perkins better than Carl Perkins. He was an order of magnitude
better than everyone else, and everyone recognised that'.</i></span><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Chas and
another member of the Barmen, Bill Barlow were friends with Pete Best, the
three attending the Collegiate School.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">In
August 1959 the Casbah Club opened across the road from Lowlands in the
basement of Pete’s house. Many of the Pillar Club regulars started going to the
Casbah as well and it was here that Chas first saw the Quarry Men, then
comprising of John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ken Brown. He
was really impressed by the fact that they could all sing, and particularly how
they harmonised on numbers such as Three Cool Cats, '</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><i>which was brilliant'</i></span><i style="font-family: Quicksand;">.</i><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Pete’s mum Mona
<i>('a great character, an absolutely brilliant lady'</i><b style="font-style: italic;"> </b>Chas remembered<i>) </i>gave
the Quarry Men had a residency at the Casbah from the opening night in August
1959 until early 1961, when, following a row with over their fee they stormed
out vowing never to return.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In their
place came a new band, The Blackjacks, a four-piece including former Barmen
Chas Newby and Bill Barlow, former Quarry Man Ken Brown (all three on guitars)
and Pete Best on drums, with Chas doing all the singing.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pete joined the
Beatles in August 1960 and went to Hamburg. Chas went off to college in St
Helens.</span></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Towards the end
of the Beatles stay, George Harrison was deported for being underage. Needing a
replacement guitarist Pete suggested his friend Chas Newby from the Blackjacks.
Pete wrote to him from Hamburg and Chas replied by telegram explaining that he
was away at college but was free for two weeks over Christmas if they still needed
him. He was music mad and didn’t mind earning a bit of extra money over the
holiday.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As is well known,
following George’s departure the rest of the Beatles ended up coming home to
Liverpool in disarray except for Stuart Sutcliffe, who had decided to remain in
Hamburg with his girlfriend Astrid Kirchherr. Expecting to replace George in
Hamburg, Chas instead found himself deputising for Stuart in Liverpool over the
Christmas period.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Chas told the Liverpool
Echo in 2019 </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">'</span><i style="font-family: Quicksand;">I borrowed a bass from a guy called Tommy McGuirk, but of
course Tommy was right-handed, so I got this bass guitar and it's not as
difficult as it sounds but I just played it upside down'.</i><b><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></o:p></i></b></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">And so, Chas
Newby, who coincidentally shared a birthday with Paul McCartney, became the
Beatles’ first left-handed bass player.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i><b>'</b>At that
time they weren’t performing their own stuff',</i><i> </i>Chas recalled<i>, 'It was just<b> </b>covers. I’d no idea that they’d been writing songs for years. George
was the one I got on the best with. He obviously knew Pete from school: He was
always telling funny stories about getting deported from Germany whenever we
sat around chatting.'</i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Chas played
four bookings with the Beatles:</span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><ul><li><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">17 December
at the Casbah Club</span></i></li><li><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">24 December
(Christmas Eve) at the Grosvenor Ballroom, Liscard, Wirral</span></i></li><li><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">27 December,
Litherland Town Hall</span></i></li><li><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">31 December (New
Year’s Eve) at the Casbah Club</span></i></li></ul></span></i></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>George:</b> Allan
Williams put us in touch with a guy called Bob Wooler, a compere on the
dance-hall circuit. He tried us out one night and put an ad in the paper:
'Direct from Hamburg. The Beatles'. And we probably looked German, too; very
different from all the other groups, with our leather jackets. We looked funny
and we played differently. We went down a bomb.</span></i></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Paul:</b><i><b> </b>We<b> </b>all wore black that we had
picked up in Hamburg. All the Liverpool girls were saying, 'Are you from
Germany?' or 'I saw in the paper you are from Hamburg.'<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>John</b></span><i style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>: </b>Suddenly
we were a wow. Mind you, 70% of the audience thought we were a German wow, but
we didn't care about that. Even in Liverpool, people didn't know we were from
Liverpool. They thought we were from Hamburg. They said, 'Christ, they speak
good English!' which we did, of course, being English.</i><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></o:p></i></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It was
that evening that we really came out of our shell and let go. We stood there
being cheered for the first time. This was when we began to think that we were
good. Up to Hamburg we'd thought we were OK, but not good enough. It was only
back in Liverpool that we realised the difference and saw what had happened to
us while everyone else was playing Cliff Richard shit.</span></i></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The above
comments from the <i>Beatles Anthology</i> are well known, as is a clip of John telling
a similar story in the 1963 BBC Documentary ‘<i>The Mersey Sound</i>’ which has been
re-used in numerous documentaries since. No doubt many fans have tried to
visualise what these gigs must have been like, particularly the Litherland Town
Hall gig, which has attained almost mythical status, but I wonder how many include
Chas Newby in their mental image of the group on stage? </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s a
pity none of the Beatles thought to mention his part in four of the most
important gigs they ever played.</span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Speaking in
2012, Chas said he had no regrets about not sticking with the Beatles saying, 'to
me then it was just four gigs with a different band, music was never going to
be a living for me. All of us at that time were thinking what we were going to
do with our lives, some doing teaching, or science, or whatever. I wanted to do
chemistry. John, Paul, and George, they just wanted to be musicians.</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">They had
been away in Hamburg. They’d played a hell of a lot over there, so they were
very tight, very proficient, and they gave it some stick.</span></i></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">But I did
the four gigs and went back to my college course the week afterwards.<br /></span></i><i style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-family: Quicksand;">They were
getting £1 each per show, which was no living. I was working and having my
education paid for by Pilkington Glass.</i><i style="font-family: Quicksand;"> [2]</i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">By 4 January 1961,
Chas was back at St Helens College, studying chemistry. While he remained a life-long
friend of Pete Best and his extended family he only ever met one of the other Beatles
in the flesh again after his time in the band – a random encounter in 1962:</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> '<i>I</i></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><i> was on my way home and I pulled up at
some traffic lights. There, waiting at the crossing, was George. I said hello
and asked if he needed a lift. He said he was waiting for someone and that was
that. Off I went'.</i></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> <br /></span></o:p></i><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">When the
Beatles finally hit the charts, he was ‘made up’ for them, explaining<i> 'you’ve
got to understand that the chances of them making it were miniscule. From when
I left them to when Love Me Do came out was nearly two years.</i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-family: Quicksand;">The fact
that they did make it was down to Brian’s hard work, their abundant talent and
timing</i><i style="font-family: Quicksand;">.'</i></span></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Brian
Epstein went round every record company he could. But everything was down in
London. There were no recording studios in Liverpool, no music production
industry at all.'</span></i><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></o:p></i></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">By the time of
the Beatles return to Hamburg to play at the Top Ten Club in 1961, Stuart had
decided to leave the group permanently. It has been said that John Lennon asked
Chas if he wanted to continue as the Beatles’ bass player, but he chose to go
back to the college where he was studying.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">After leaving
college, Chas gained a master’s degree in chemical engineering from Manchester
University. In 1971 he and Margaret moved to Alcester after getting work with
Triplex, a firm manufacturing windscreen for trains and aircraft, including RAF
Harrier jump jets and the Concorde fleet.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It was in the
Warwickshire town that they had son Steve and daughter Jacqueline. Chas worked
there until he retired in 1990. He then retrained as a maths teacher at Warwick
University, before starting his job at Droitwich High School in Worcestershire. He explained, '<i>I</i></span><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> needed
something else to do and I thought being a teacher would be good. I loved every
minute of it – it was great. It was nice to be able to give something back. Some
of my colleagues had been doing it for years, so were a bit fed up, especially
when I turned up on my Harley Davidson motorbike looking like an old rocker.'</span></i></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Sadly, his pupils
were more interested in 1990s groups like the Spice Girls and Take That than
their teacher’s amazing part in the story of the worlds most successful musical act.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Having
practiced music in his spare time with a charity group, the Racketts, a 2016 meeting
with Rod Davis at Bestfest in the Casbah Club led to Chas joining the reformed Quarrymen,
the band John Lennon formed that later evolved into the Beatles.</span></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">As the author
Philip Kirkland points out, this means that Chas Newby had the unique
distinction of being the only man who was a Beatle first, then later a Quarry
Man.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZs15y6iXP7qpAFxN8qQ36E-Z3duwYcmQJuNCuDY7zuyC-TKt0zCHCGpP-kvF4M9TpjmGduBRPtZpVV5Q702h7QYWJRGeuGobTaKoA0RPdmXxmd_VDP46I7smnYGx5M5Kr1qwrHXoJdE-MfrAaHXxb9LCq-7MQS4FkBp-8iq_RZ5I09umw8o2Bozs76A" style="clear: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZs15y6iXP7qpAFxN8qQ36E-Z3duwYcmQJuNCuDY7zuyC-TKt0zCHCGpP-kvF4M9TpjmGduBRPtZpVV5Q702h7QYWJRGeuGobTaKoA0RPdmXxmd_VDP46I7smnYGx5M5Kr1qwrHXoJdE-MfrAaHXxb9LCq-7MQS4FkBp-8iq_RZ5I09umw8o2Bozs76A=w676-h450" width="676" /></a></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Quicksand;">The Quarry Men at the 60th anniversary of the Woolton Village Fete in 2017 - John 'Duff' Lowe, Chas Newby, Len Garry, Rod Davis, Nigel Walley and Colin Hanton</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1620" data-original-width="1080" height="1016" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgub1Y4-dXcyNvMVgD2fbY-xCmzvsXsNmRtsA6snPvVkCiAQdZCx1KUai49JhSIR4Xq0R8d6BGArS_GEnAIoCk4sRCUYpP_nOUmft6pKi--AhaaqZWpa2KSj2JftVt5_YvG0gd8DTiGUx_aEZNiqN7Xnzgvdp9tllfLxFLY-TDDj5kufYMtvt-2krhGaA=w678-h1016" width="678" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000;">Chas at the Penny Lane Development Trust (2020)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigTRAWiw1D7jcLS6j62-MEZmgaZtMxSb0x1u5YyuccKt-31HEyXM4lxPNUr59BHb20COc8nK0MwviUlZMkvKugY_dFphlnl9BaZijR1ZmRmP8FoHDIRefQb7OMo60Cga_ObJ8ioglgYhzGUZ4FJKh0XFD96DhVAdYfdf23EKKegzRN5UaiZg8UvM4IDA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1913" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigTRAWiw1D7jcLS6j62-MEZmgaZtMxSb0x1u5YyuccKt-31HEyXM4lxPNUr59BHb20COc8nK0MwviUlZMkvKugY_dFphlnl9BaZijR1ZmRmP8FoHDIRefQb7OMo60Cga_ObJ8ioglgYhzGUZ4FJKh0XFD96DhVAdYfdf23EKKegzRN5UaiZg8UvM4IDA=w680-h385" width="680" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000;">The Quarrymen at the Penny Lane Development Trust in 2019, with guest 'Quarry Men' Steve Rotheram (Metro Mayor of the Liverpool City Region) on tea-chest bass, and me on washboard.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3712" data-original-width="2480" height="1013" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNcumxrZcxIPiMW0cZrKMobMwcGqfSw9y4DjrwO5Pj0YEjHJu3nORWRQEGLwOTUIspiwoZzU2nPXJNx0n4Lj0VNbrW6pS8EE_XytPrTgKHJ8id9PVZUjnQV68PF5ZH5Bu7odjIQH9lEUGcUqvwp9v9rOvjdIlnSTgmiiDYi-uxH-Z1wntD8HnpYn73qg=w676-h1013" width="676" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000;">Chas Newby at Strawberry Fields, Liverpool on 21 August 2021</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;">I was
privileged to play as a guest member of the Quarry Men with Chas on two
occasions, most recently at St. Peter’s Church in July 2022.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></div></div></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Chas and the Quarry
Men featured heavily in events I attended during last year’s Beatleweek in August
2022, when I decided to forego the usual Cavern City Tours’ programme and fully
embrace ‘Bestfest,’ a series of events held over the August bank holiday weekend
at Roag Best’s Liverpool Beatles Museum, and the re-opened Casbah Club itself.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcxbvvviE9ECn_8MXsrL2PHnReANoVdjl3Hg17R0sVbsBgH8eWqGtzIQvYKs8O7G8lV-ltk7ovtMdU69PzjJiGBk77DLGKowTjh5ttE7I2IzXydZnXdeGDxYoD3-VEg6mPr_mCANfbJqOAJJYCmM6ov4wNvSuwWyI3jA9UFrTbLSjtKPKBTAjrTaIshQ" style="clear: left; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcxbvvviE9ECn_8MXsrL2PHnReANoVdjl3Hg17R0sVbsBgH8eWqGtzIQvYKs8O7G8lV-ltk7ovtMdU69PzjJiGBk77DLGKowTjh5ttE7I2IzXydZnXdeGDxYoD3-VEg6mPr_mCANfbJqOAJJYCmM6ov4wNvSuwWyI3jA9UFrTbLSjtKPKBTAjrTaIshQ=w682-h454" width="682" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">During an audience
with the Quarry Men (above), compared by Roag Best in his Mathew Street museum, each
member was asked how they came to join the band.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Despite knowing that Chas had a different
path into the Quarry Men than the rest of the group, his answer took everyone by
surprise as he went off on a complete tangent explaining how all the great
music found its way to Liverpool in the late 1950s, a monologue which lasted around 10
minutes, and had many of the audience chuckling. With a massive grin, Roag
eventually curtailed Newby’s monologue with </span><i style="font-family: Quicksand;">So, Chas, how did you join the
Quarry Men?</i><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> to uproarious laughter. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bNlmvKKDeHXeOKUtWVP_6L5qUeaQsaZDKe-yyVBzb4lgWCob_BH1qPFgfIEbNnoNFDEIDCFu8TG7BX9g04D63KoHNigm5g-Jul2PiPXMkWL8HdZJebfwQk_RaYZ5R_PHp342tgpQMXVQN8g52mamBbRWDd0_7gysd9QMNOAR8VNjOi0cSAEDsadj-Q/w676-h380/20220827_201034.heic" width="676" /></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="color: #990000;">Chas played his final gig as a Quarryman during 'Bestfest' on 27 August 2022 at the Casbah Club, the place where he'd first met the Quarrymen-Beatles 63 years earlier.</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlHetCoIjhi9Oz7bNW6Xju_AzwFz7p7pWmeOnnisqeajwrblzRbJAXuT3oGHcbdkCuCEHQXuZVWTPGOKpDCJTt-CuOkADDnOHYvxnIRqXFyagwmE1xP1iKOiF_97yXdR4Z71SVJzTh3Zs9P1pwldi6eTmfCI--oER2ji20eNpPKhbLP-gqKke7wCnOhg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlHetCoIjhi9Oz7bNW6Xju_AzwFz7p7pWmeOnnisqeajwrblzRbJAXuT3oGHcbdkCuCEHQXuZVWTPGOKpDCJTt-CuOkADDnOHYvxnIRqXFyagwmE1xP1iKOiF_97yXdR4Z71SVJzTh3Zs9P1pwldi6eTmfCI--oER2ji20eNpPKhbLP-gqKke7wCnOhg=w679-h510" width="679" /></a></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Quicksand;">With Chas during 'Bestfest' at the Casbah Club, 27 August 2022</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;">Like the other surviving members
of the Quarry Men, Chas was a smashing bloke, very generous with his time, if perhaps a little surprised, and touched, that anybody was interested in what he had to say.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;">I had a couple of lovely chats with him over that weekend.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"> </span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In April this year I was
lucky enough to play with the Quarry Men again, on the new bandstand in Strawberry
Fields. Unfortunately, Chas was unwell and couldn’t make it, but there was no
suggestion on the day that it was anything too serious. As a result, the news
of his passing today was quite unexpected. Another of our Liverpool Beatles' Legends has gone. He'll be missed by many.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"> </span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">RIP Chas and
God Bless x<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span><div><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="847" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtW3cP6xmuX5BiQJlVrly5bJniUfXXXDX_vrq0cXUvIKMSF2ev0mTf2CfRykh4mzN4ZUJOljysy6EnH829aZOU03suNtvw51Isxtgqjt4qRpEAhkJ7m8p_KQ91gYHtlZ0lAuO56-dT9Uw6gVbri0NSWrUATAkhA0NRaQEGYg6Ifgjd0NW0WjGW8cM0w/w678-h847/348455981_136880936056331_4812191541903509288_n.jpg" width="678" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Quicksand;">Lifelong friends, Pete and Chas (2022) (c) Luna Collins</span></div><span><!--more--></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Some tributes
from my Facebook page and elsewhere today:</span></b></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand;">Roag Best:</b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">
</span><i style="font-family: Quicksand;">Both Pete and I and the whole Best family absolutely devasted to hear the
very sad news with regards to one of the family’s closest friends Chas Newby
passing last night. Many of you will know him for playing bass guitar for both
The Beatles and The Quarrymen, but to us he was laid back Chas with the big
smile. We’ll truly miss him. Forever in our thoughts. God bless you Chas</i><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> x</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand;">The Cavern
Club:</b><i style="font-family: Quicksand;"> RIP Chas Newby thoughts and well wishes from everybody at The
Cavern Club.</i></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand;">Jason Lowe
(Quarrymen Dedication Fan Club):</b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span><i style="font-family: Quicksand;">Sad to hear of the passing of Chas. Had
a fabulous interview with him a few years ago and he was so nice and open. A
gent and very warming to all who approached him. My condolences to his close
family and friends and hope they take comfort in the good times they all had
with him in their time. RIP bass man</i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Chrisse Usenius (the Quarrymen):</b></span><i style="font-family: Quicksand;"> I was honoured to share a stage with him with the Quarrymen. He was a true rocker, always asking to put more Chuck Berry songs on the set list. Chas was a lovely guy, and will be truly missed.</i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAFwtEGbb9F8o8JiLhi7uX1OHvHQW0ERteQksqWg9_X_9KAIzElpGi6617-HXRwhU2EQMeMVUZCObAQIKOd5qZQgQjNoW6xifXGEfm-yY0SOR5Efj2wCYXANTFaRscAqBcEo5xT9YcDbk7LT43Yq3_AP1L2Nk63iJqBSeRDtqiikLb-CCSiSYSqJp8A/s4032/20220709_201128.heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAFwtEGbb9F8o8JiLhi7uX1OHvHQW0ERteQksqWg9_X_9KAIzElpGi6617-HXRwhU2EQMeMVUZCObAQIKOd5qZQgQjNoW6xifXGEfm-yY0SOR5Efj2wCYXANTFaRscAqBcEo5xT9YcDbk7LT43Yq3_AP1L2Nk63iJqBSeRDtqiikLb-CCSiSYSqJp8A/w676-h380/20220709_201128.heic" width="676" /></a></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>St Peters
Church, Woolton:</b><i> Chas Newby was a great friend of everyone at St Peter’s
Church, and we were absolutely delighted when the Quarrymen, with Chas on bass,
agreed to play at our concert celebrating the 65th anniversary of the day that
John met Paul in our Church Hall. We will always remember your kindness, your
generosity, your gentle smile, and the music that brought so much happiness.
May you rest in peace.</i></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand;">Chris
Campbell:<i> </i></b><i style="font-family: Quicksand;">A lovely fellow who I had the privilege to meet many
times, and always found time for a good chat. RIP Chas, a true gent.</i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand;">Mark
Lewisohn:</b><i style="font-family: Quicksand;"> RIP Chas Newby, fill-in Beatle and fair chap. He deputised for
Stuart on a few dates when the Beatles returned from Hamburg the first time,
end-1960, including the momentous Litherland date. Latterly he’s been one of
the Quarry Men too. A charming man, always a pleasure to meet.</i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Mave
Atherton</b><i>: I met Chas a few times and he always had time for a chat.
Lovely man. He wrote to me asking me could he have some pictures I had taken of
him. God bless Chas X. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Always remembered.</i></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Steve
Bradley’s</b> experience of meeting Chas mirrored my own: <i>He was so humble,
so genuine. He was grateful to people like us who were just interested in him
and his story’.</i></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">My sincere condolences
to his family, the Quarry Men and everyone who knew him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Source:</b> </span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">[1] Interview with Mark Lewisohn for Tune In, 8
December 2004<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">[2] Birmingham
Mail, 30 July 2012</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1308" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDdunuU-AiUUKkVjYkcAK823pM108VkHyqithyLeVnQH9FLqOTU89UfZtpIJqVjoZURNEayA30OgKGTDBUrkAoXo9V3HT5TFKOGdOQM1t5kgRL4UNF3CeKzNxlH-DUvzfWRDuLFMXBITECjhqFBAE5okTlMsln3jpGM2698cZ1I3FGruE_12nbubZQQ/w680-h334/346848659_656287696333852_7183794633378665875_n.jpg" width="680" /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-39940852659846107442023-04-28T01:25:00.007+01:002023-04-28T09:55:26.822+01:00Fab Four Tops Backdrop sketches by Paul McCartney unveiled at Liverpool Beatles Museum<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; letter-spacing: -0.266667px;">Liverpool Beatles Museum</b></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="letter-spacing: -0.266667px;">Mathew Street</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="letter-spacing: -0.266667px;">Liverpool</b></div></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Thursday 27 April 2023 </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRz2r3W8PChFCje-UO31ej09-IgT-UUjhON339ujU-fXOpWmyQLllt5BA62Waq6XcIyO8-j0x_3pZnGeRPQc2jqj4CMdGJJ3y0QRDIrRnSFBU3fNBKTUhqU0eVP1qtwtlXfCTUa0aLAo0XTB9oHAI7o-Zr6T4mBB33qHr8RQBAlYIZowbqAhGL9aQYKA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="632" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRz2r3W8PChFCje-UO31ej09-IgT-UUjhON339ujU-fXOpWmyQLllt5BA62Waq6XcIyO8-j0x_3pZnGeRPQc2jqj4CMdGJJ3y0QRDIrRnSFBU3fNBKTUhqU0eVP1qtwtlXfCTUa0aLAo0XTB9oHAI7o-Zr6T4mBB33qHr8RQBAlYIZowbqAhGL9aQYKA=w676-h507" width="676" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuP1__ZWBuDnQyYZ2Q9UupWgK1KHbJ5t4NueIDIHXP1CjWXBWM2P4NfkPKosHyTT9nx0ANmkAPo2SV1ORuRPIe3OL7YSBnjYcoKpK_BOaKXQfPZpGjHWH2AtlxLDr13GpjEQW-jkD89qsikcYr3va2-Mm2HuI1F_5KwYk0OcLsztlOM98-IE36GnSAPg/s2048/343486493_624120296267341_6675370680657756839_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1205" height="1147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuP1__ZWBuDnQyYZ2Q9UupWgK1KHbJ5t4NueIDIHXP1CjWXBWM2P4NfkPKosHyTT9nx0ANmkAPo2SV1ORuRPIe3OL7YSBnjYcoKpK_BOaKXQfPZpGjHWH2AtlxLDr13GpjEQW-jkD89qsikcYr3va2-Mm2HuI1F_5KwYk0OcLsztlOM98-IE36GnSAPg/w674-h1147/343486493_624120296267341_6675370680657756839_n.jpg" width="674" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Some of the invited guests waiting for today's big reveal at the Liverpool Beatles Museum</b></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a name='more'></a></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This morning I attended the latest reveal at the <b>Liverpool Beatles Museum</b>, on Mathew Street owned by Pete and Roag Best. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc_6AwJnN-TT4FsurvHWPgz5DBPnse6H_kI7LNuGNSJfn5559bHrLZsU_EGqVW9bazD707FgGTwwszzsYv86TkL9d_icjw9yAqS7hL6nJJ1E2u20Fwz1CGD-vsRN3-lpxochvWCXWPipXhOZxpeOLHEFjxrZCMKW26s5nD89-Q0ZNfh7CMniMW9B3Hqg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="683" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc_6AwJnN-TT4FsurvHWPgz5DBPnse6H_kI7LNuGNSJfn5559bHrLZsU_EGqVW9bazD707FgGTwwszzsYv86TkL9d_icjw9yAqS7hL6nJJ1E2u20Fwz1CGD-vsRN3-lpxochvWCXWPipXhOZxpeOLHEFjxrZCMKW26s5nD89-Q0ZNfh7CMniMW9B3Hqg=w667-h446" width="667" /></span></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Saville Theatre (now Odeon) opened on Shaftesbury Avenue, London, in 1931. In 1965, Brian Epstein, a former drama student, leased the theatre and began promoting plays and Sunday night concerts by such acts as the Jimi Hendrix Experience, Chuck Berry, and The Who. The Beatles filmed the promotional videos for 'Hello Goodbye' on the Saville Stage in 1967.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIV3xNyNp7lT_DdSzE4mru2yjHrahnl1eaKuic-D4ZHKTua01LdEwVtbhiWyspsILVgoAjOnH5KGrNLSho6G_Kkm-_oVwcvh1ypWgWeZwGJ97wjljuyrf7iUlTDVzJAR2H_zfEpuTVsu2uMUX14n6JnRydaX5TtYYKLFGxE2WOL7zPfnYUJ_EcUrKWQ/s779/9dbaf593cc9a6d5b4fc1cc9049fe0e4f.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="779" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIV3xNyNp7lT_DdSzE4mru2yjHrahnl1eaKuic-D4ZHKTua01LdEwVtbhiWyspsILVgoAjOnH5KGrNLSho6G_Kkm-_oVwcvh1ypWgWeZwGJ97wjljuyrf7iUlTDVzJAR2H_zfEpuTVsu2uMUX14n6JnRydaX5TtYYKLFGxE2WOL7zPfnYUJ_EcUrKWQ/w681-h434/9dbaf593cc9a6d5b4fc1cc9049fe0e4f.png" width="681" /></span></a></o:p></p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In late 1966 while George Harrison was in India, John Lennon was busy filming 'How I Won The War' in Almeria, Spain and Ringo Starr was spending time with his family at home, Brian Epstein invited Paul McCartney to design the stage backdrop for the upcoming appearance by Tamla Motown artists the Four Tops.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;">Revealed today were 12 of Paul's designs, preliminary sketches from which his eighth design featuring the stars and stripes which he entitled American Set, was chosen and used as a backdrop for the Four Tops first performance at the Saville on Sunday, 13 November, 1966. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIWqtBVU1Y71Wug__kyBg1HDEDdV-ZkX6CG5TpgTwgm1cGdBBw3WrQWfBnR5oeVUv58ILZMlCnZBrGGgGXFmlohVu-ASR4Y95cPtpzIK2K9X8Uuvcq3smAESn5MNo_8pPIFWfUNeHuGVPf9RHiaisHEejzdU94T7pMULLdGgXB6-Vopf737koEpTtYA/s1241/1-PXL_~1.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="1241" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIWqtBVU1Y71Wug__kyBg1HDEDdV-ZkX6CG5TpgTwgm1cGdBBw3WrQWfBnR5oeVUv58ILZMlCnZBrGGgGXFmlohVu-ASR4Y95cPtpzIK2K9X8Uuvcq3smAESn5MNo_8pPIFWfUNeHuGVPf9RHiaisHEejzdU94T7pMULLdGgXB6-Vopf737koEpTtYA/w640-h362/1-PXL_~1.JPG" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Asked by Roag Best to talk about Paul's designs, Merseyside artist, Anthony Brown, who unveiled the piece said: “The most amazing thing is that it still exists… What we’ve got is not just a piece of paper or a series of designs, it’s a conscious flow from one of the world’s geniuses”.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY8Z7UtQocFNwlCMcOMhrrIGHIo_1Stdmrc-aPAczYD_d4-LQqfRGe_m4if-IN4gfsDYjNqSVOn8oKKV4bkTvl_qEtrx0WkbShRJXmeZ-p-r72Cbw_BkL2gWJnYLSRPKljERUaz-usnwfe6ORdOOxlyPIAPIladAcECYkiNoBt1SGbHUFFzG9Pl4glaQ/s2666/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2028042023%20010710.jpg" style="clear: left; font-family: Quicksand; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="2666" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY8Z7UtQocFNwlCMcOMhrrIGHIo_1Stdmrc-aPAczYD_d4-LQqfRGe_m4if-IN4gfsDYjNqSVOn8oKKV4bkTvl_qEtrx0WkbShRJXmeZ-p-r72Cbw_BkL2gWJnYLSRPKljERUaz-usnwfe6ORdOOxlyPIAPIladAcECYkiNoBt1SGbHUFFzG9Pl4glaQ/w640-h184/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2028042023%20010710.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Brian Epstein with The Four Tops (Renaldo “Obie” Benson, Abdul “Duke” Fakir, Lawrence Payton and Levi Stubbs) at his Saville Theatre, where he booked and promoted the groups’ first UK concert</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: -0.133333px;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This was to be the Four Tops only UK appearance in 1966 following the success of their number one single “Reach Out I’ll Be There”.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">‘<i>He </i>[Brian] <i>was a real gentleman. He contacted us and asked us if we sang like our records – we laughed. We’d been singing together for 10 years. We grew up singing. If you couldn’t do those harmonies you had no business being on the stage. We went to audition for him and he gave us a song to sing that none of us knew. We said ‘give us 10 minutes!’ and we came back with the song note perfect. He signed us up on the spot.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>We did one of our best shows and he was so happy, he was almost crying. The audience was standing in the aisles calling for more and more and he said, ‘You guys did it!’. When we came back, we were front page news, and it was like that for years.</i>' </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">- Abdul “Duke” Fakir.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Note: It probably didn't happen <i>exactly</i> as he recalls.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HVZ5xZ84l1Hac9jt-qwlcUm8EtWvxcDDFT-s7DLZ4UG5S2DTwMdjAOVdk_j4zrw4gDi0ivRD1KbrV-oNBGguS4LekjVD3kAzLrxMiAuF_n9HwS5kpqjdZ5mUXFzyC72hjTg0ZbyDr2KiAIdojH7gser-BV975if6mLj2YTvu6l9lt0KdwnNde0IxhQ/s1014/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2028042023%20000935.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="1014" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HVZ5xZ84l1Hac9jt-qwlcUm8EtWvxcDDFT-s7DLZ4UG5S2DTwMdjAOVdk_j4zrw4gDi0ivRD1KbrV-oNBGguS4LekjVD3kAzLrxMiAuF_n9HwS5kpqjdZ5mUXFzyC72hjTg0ZbyDr2KiAIdojH7gser-BV975if6mLj2YTvu6l9lt0KdwnNde0IxhQ/w640-h254/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2028042023%20000935.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The NME reveals Paul McCartney's involvement, November 1966</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></span><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand; letter-spacing: -0.133333px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Paul's previously unseen designs were given by Epstein to Director of Productions for NEMS enterprises, John Lyndon, and were hung on his office wall.</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In the lead up to the reveal, Roag told us that Paul's sketches had never been seen in public before.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"We were contacted by the (anonymous) owner, who said he'd had the pleasure of these designs on his wall for two years and wanted other people to be able to share in it. The owner is a collector and had spotted this at auction with a reserve of £3,000, but he ended up paying around £25,000.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This is a total one-off, and I think Beatles' fans and art connoisseurs will love to see it''. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="830" height="501" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHP5QEm_KzXdQumnSRmDqZbCw6J7pjucMS0iWsPnQG9RYIkCB1Zb6BAO3YrhyXuhEPvERa2wwLzz-NLJq7iO0XxK1eak9ecs_CID3q6s1Xnxo2_whMm0rDfYN7wWWMQMc83cHmBpOJaqka5PTPSzwdVQA0-99tndhi1S6B5jdCvCbJVotu8clt_7GeA/w665-h501/PXL_20230426_111857912.PORTRAIT.ORIGINAL.webp" style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: left;" width="665" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">McCartney's designs were annotated, including one with a warning of "slow moving machinery", one with the note "this way up" alongside a sketch of an upside-down house and another reading: "This piece of the set falls on the stage, revealing red curtains through which performers emerge, smiling."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSedbbkAKQrJTz77I7CahbCoEu7m5WcAGMAB1lspD0rFajNZ-MG9Nf1k-WOfam-DWipkYGm29m2dKJjTtubVdJOvMmbhowyACZqnVn5W-PaD6QSicRHjgA1CuoI0xT4mkbSCKnW4YAWj1wxLYTTCtM9nhlLalw8AfCxoS-yBFsFtNobv5M5SdphVKoKA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="181" data-original-width="320" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSedbbkAKQrJTz77I7CahbCoEu7m5WcAGMAB1lspD0rFajNZ-MG9Nf1k-WOfam-DWipkYGm29m2dKJjTtubVdJOvMmbhowyACZqnVn5W-PaD6QSicRHjgA1CuoI0xT4mkbSCKnW4YAWj1wxLYTTCtM9nhlLalw8AfCxoS-yBFsFtNobv5M5SdphVKoKA=w680-h385" width="680" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><b>Paul's mirrors design. More than one person today wondered whether Paul had deliberately included a drawing of female genitalia on this particular design.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another design showed 12 mirrors for "the audience to glimpse themselves in" - a very Yoko Ono sounding idea - while a further sketch with glasses and moustaches on the backdrop has the note: "Plain comedy set. Comedian enters through mouth, not smiling, crawling."</span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">A week later, Brian Epstein threw a party at his home at 24 Chapel Street, Belgravia, for the Four Tops after the Saville triumph. It was attended by John Lennon and George Harrison among other guests. </div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This is another unique addition to the ever expanding Liverpool Beatles Museum, which promises new items every time you visit. Thanks to Roag Best and his team for the invite, coffee and pastries. See you at the next one.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uSw2zpJ5kPBo15jOl3F1pOmESuf3ViZKpiIl9btDkjyLNpZRpCHqYOzXzAMC-diV-N_24RKgssptf7jk02E8GacfIN3RKP83-JUbrnnNAWmuZSnU5hUPEMjyxtQUP2MRDsl2eqx6UnnrR4Z_86iEP1GBHqCPqCCtc8yoSDO-kVHTgByUfJETtm86jA/s478/OIP.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="478" data-original-width="474" height="682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uSw2zpJ5kPBo15jOl3F1pOmESuf3ViZKpiIl9btDkjyLNpZRpCHqYOzXzAMC-diV-N_24RKgssptf7jk02E8GacfIN3RKP83-JUbrnnNAWmuZSnU5hUPEMjyxtQUP2MRDsl2eqx6UnnrR4Z_86iEP1GBHqCPqCCtc8yoSDO-kVHTgByUfJETtm86jA/w676-h682/OIP.jpg" width="676" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Epstein with the Four Tops in January 1967 at the Royal Albert Hall, London.</b></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p></div></div></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-8738042363535721402023-04-10T00:00:01.254+01:002023-05-05T00:16:07.774+01:00Walking The Beatles' London - October 2022 (part eight): Chiswick House<div class="separator"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Day 2 - Part 2</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Chiswick House and Gardens,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Burlington Lane,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Chiswick, W4</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Despite some strong competition from St Pancras Old Church and the area around Soho, our penultimate location on this trip was quite possibly the best location of the entire weekend.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Beatles came here on 20 May 1966 with director Michael Lindsay-Hogg to film promotional films for both sides of their new 'Paperback Writer' / 'Rain' single. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">They had spent the previous day being filmed at EMI studios by Lindsay-Hogg - with whom they would later make both the ‘Hey Jude’ and ‘Revolution’
promo clips in 1968 and the ‘Let It Be’ film in 1969 - giving straight to
camera mimed performances of both sides of the single. Multiple black and white takes of the both 'Paperback Writer' and 'Rain' were filmed (in black and white) in addition to a colour clip for each, the latter intended for broadcast on ‘The Ed Sullivan Show’, with Ringo explaining in the specially taped introduction that they were too busy with the washing and the cooking (and recording 'Revolver') to fly
over to New York and appear on the show in person.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Those clips were shot on video tape, and have visually dated. For the
following day’s filming at Chiswick House, Lindsay-Hogg decided to use colour 35mm film, resulting in images that despite being 56 years old still look as crisp and sharp today as they did when they were recorded. Arguably the Beatles' two greatest promotional films, they are now considered to be the precursors for today's ubiquitous music videos. </span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>'The idea was that we'd use them in America as well as the UK, because we thought, we can't go everywhere. We're stopping touring and we'll send these films out to promote the record... These days obviously everybody does that - it's part of the promotion for a single - so I suppose in a way we invented MTV'</i> (George Harrison)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Paperback Writer</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Filming for the A-side of the single took part in primarily two locations, the fabs miming to the song in the statue garden and entrance to the conservatory, with insert shots of the group sitting on one of the benches in front of the latter. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The statue garden</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGhXjPKndSVA-121tKkHudNLjl7sfzUe0UuOjY_k8cpnxhQwGWi7e17vnubwLDMD4ZoA_sginoKkbv_Uv8sl_yCzYximNFMPMTGv8lFbborS1VF1pVYyAzQ-s0EXzeD30TdHosgUKTnGIMmyit8hCkAH4YUIBA0QH9Joeiosm7C1GRl9Ib-aFL5LYZw/w686-h1026/Day%202%20(A001)%20(81).JPG" style="font-size: large;" width="686" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>After individual shots of each Beatle's face, the film opens on a close-up of this Socrates-like-bust at the entrance to the statue garden. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><!--more--></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="750" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbaXhSe0P0b6ii0TTmdDhb7t394a5Kyvbm_L1usZ3-_HvEdAEHV7hQz7jJlrG9PcKAl8BOcgB1zBmg1-2eQbQNbswqAVhHwMLbP48ULDqgVUvmifa60XEtM18npWdObV-LddSjZEypgGa4oqUr7QIpGuhFQqa-DBg814hlmUFv6cDxxC91SDO3R7sWQ/w677-h508/72f1bd80d6a1274f8beb6fa197ca2222.jpg" style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;" width="677" /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /><span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 3pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000;">Walking in from the car park past a gate featured in the 'Rain' film (see below) we seemed to happen
upon the statue garden almost immediately. Steve had visited before but this was my first time and I felt like we were walking onto a film set - which of course we were. It's completely unchanged from 1966.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 3pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 3pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYt2fkFVOeRfwonQ_ogEYxQIytzZiM6toLwKi1B00Uso75eq3YlSaCbhqHk-zExbBlboQogAFwP6Tnp1W8ZSXZE8vEWpn3u3dNoFA6V5kyFaAc0iAC0vFBcjcXU4eXG21op0zRihh8cQVT6eKZ0FQy5XjzNFF113xLQ6aSH5g3Nil2N3u7h2hEILMR_w/w676-h452/Day%202%20(A001)%20(82).JPG" width="676" /></p><div style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiE47BFg8WIMdHAhdhp1pFjSuX6UT0kVMS1I1mSNzfiMzbOkV8QTukVkg5hwbv-sfdV6NyFYF-IKt1MVpLjuh5CtCvjbuePJPxchmQJcOGvFagz7PkqAEXqq43BLo4_qtFlVpHKfgJPUuQ723JoPo3ezpt9oJlVW8UeaLuzUkD7iocOLB5E-4UE5iDxw/w679-h454/Day%202%20(A001)%20(101).JPG" width="679" /></div><div style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Fortuitously, November's edition of <i>Mojo</i> magazine carried a review of the Revolver super-deluxe set and included a free print of the Beatles in the statue garden!</b></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAGoM9dx1k4UTgmy_oppphrx96zoN0hLYoz-i5K3OO1EOXFntXEbktmMewAXduKMbLG_T4HxWghgTc_V7YdKH3uxgUqw4plISaGKuz9aMCsX79jWTvkFsEUNE8o9t8maVVHy8qD2ETYBNBnYusnroHjer71O3QH-W5XRXcGT4o4NbZBJXo7fNZlQr5dw/w673-h450/Day%202%20(A001)%20(103).JPG" width="673" /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="735" height="477" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMHR4qUpLbkRL3o4sxBrQdK0EuB2BcKiN7bdHbvMW0RhlV_7iQjFE3jb06Q8g1la-Shf_fm-GR0OfpRDji3RczUW9u0ufu2P0aWVOdb5SeK19rJHSBPWToOi48PttPrfb-ai-rTcYRHbMqe_yQXXKinqb0Z5jkGDzUGJuoEf798zlG28wtPsuq6qxjA/w667-h477/55b5300a56df11cd9de78b53b6e63abd.jpg" width="667" /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"></div></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">Joining the Beatle's usual crew of Neil, Mal, Brian Epstein, Tony Barrow and Alf Bicknell for the shoot at Chiswick was their current favourite photographer, Robert Whitaker, who took many superb shots of the group during and in-between takes. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">Personally, I don't think any musical act has ever looked better than the Beatles during the latter part of their mop-toppery, the period encompassing the 1965 'Help!' film through to the end of the US tour in 1966. Whitaker was on hand to photograph much of it, and his best pictures have been published in several collections of his work. His individual photos of George, who was having a <i>fantastic </i>hair day at Chiswick House, are particularly magnificent.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPdaGD2BR0ZTYdhgaYYe5qWN1lg7a_FQcwKzP354ARXeIYJYYv5l3HwNunePnWaf0siVhq3OTNCBtlDDRQN3L0-NRDBYQCMoqLmlqW1Z0-k9xvNpJtabZJlmNEhm6z7NO6STwYZjvrXwrmEqD_VI05k3YGJ5TXEwxJ6am-3oqpEJD3B-ENbxapMIlzQ/s2772/1-Day%202%20(A001)%20(88).JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2772" data-original-width="1847" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPdaGD2BR0ZTYdhgaYYe5qWN1lg7a_FQcwKzP354ARXeIYJYYv5l3HwNunePnWaf0siVhq3OTNCBtlDDRQN3L0-NRDBYQCMoqLmlqW1Z0-k9xvNpJtabZJlmNEhm6z7NO6STwYZjvrXwrmEqD_VI05k3YGJ5TXEwxJ6am-3oqpEJD3B-ENbxapMIlzQ/w266-h400/1-Day%202%20(A001)%20(88).JPG" width="266" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhr2W1hkj3ASpag9y3ICJ-TMQIr1T5mEuMo_q-WyHDHuo_FEmNKqYaueCagFIfOmX5J0AY2NVb9u_YZ5eeiuicVZYcHYndl02ti79OtdifPAN50zJbG-XsD1t1O-sSoOXXljeW_UQ22HgpVXS-48CwsjvKoALGNKYLKrxjyaZUcuNlwRlrfZZtAQaz0dQ" style="clear: left; 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text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The group were filmed miming 'Paperback Writer' in the central section of the Grade I listed glass house, John, Paul and George performing standing up, Ringo sitting, somewhat self-consciously, on the circular mosaic, surrounded by a 200 year old Camelia collection, which has since been moved. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQq7ZjuOpj_fRoc4iTSiNtmFAjX04sSljTRQk5q9Osu6B3qisNCh9tyxZT4vwlNSmopSUIllpvvtYOu2EFMpkGTspy_SK8o41MPnrL8tMwtqyvQlcdGL0THP0jjgpdbnybq85JFuTtIyKQKHMGsju730xJHg7XWJ4bdEgVydpZVpx06_IV436w04a7eA" style="clear: left; 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text-align: left;"><b>(Left) The entrance to the glass house today, shot from the same direction as the 'Paperback Writer' film. (Right) Beatles' historian Steve Bradley giving it his best 'Ringo on the mosaic' pose. </b></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">The whole structure looks immaculate following a £12 million restoration of the estate in 2010 and is now a popular setting for weddings, film and fashion shoots. Of course, it still brings in the Beatle nuts too, although thankfully we didn't spot any during our visit.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><b>The bench</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZfdopq-y3aWzBxX37v33puJlNaBT-IBjxNW4lFbTpIOPyahsz-Go5IWtdrkgLcq77iGiqaD5HG6snzu5VwDurDza_3Zr_1z6AwfAdXVZ_8YwFKL37LCZJu5LptVvjYq--XdOMIHbS3qirloc3LEO88VbZOsKxH7DHXDCo4ihJhbaewClb5IkOxnwypQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="317" data-original-width="320" height="670" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZfdopq-y3aWzBxX37v33puJlNaBT-IBjxNW4lFbTpIOPyahsz-Go5IWtdrkgLcq77iGiqaD5HG6snzu5VwDurDza_3Zr_1z6AwfAdXVZ_8YwFKL37LCZJu5LptVvjYq--XdOMIHbS3qirloc3LEO88VbZOsKxH7DHXDCo4ihJhbaewClb5IkOxnwypQ=w675-h670" width="675" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just outside the conservatory, to the right of the entrance is a bench on which the fabs were filmed sitting, each leaning forward in turn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWDYeMmQo902QCzEcInW6bve9sNArq9cU_Spco93GN9LVad7E1OMYO7XqSJmeXAzbnVKMTB6WUHPfuIpzMpk1I3cglibRqOUAfXfUtSOou3XIRjNYpBh_VCrfGGyNqBUACc99KK5sS1B7oDYmVBq7D7EXDMKyJWNzsON1L2wRQesy-k-u2AB_uUelbdA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWDYeMmQo902QCzEcInW6bve9sNArq9cU_Spco93GN9LVad7E1OMYO7XqSJmeXAzbnVKMTB6WUHPfuIpzMpk1I3cglibRqOUAfXfUtSOou3XIRjNYpBh_VCrfGGyNqBUACc99KK5sS1B7oDYmVBq7D7EXDMKyJWNzsON1L2wRQesy-k-u2AB_uUelbdA=w676-h452" width="676" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><b>Rain</b></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">The film opens with a longshot of Ringo walking
from the gate between the car park (where we came in, and where in May 1966 a group of local secondary school
children had assembled) and the walled garden.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="738" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5R3znK8c9lcCFArVGauA3Vjvk73sOhg0wHn5CHaj8LhfdYxJYtM9ddhyJ5IG2t3BSzlBPG1zipF6HJpUilnWjS6cLiERqz7MVzoLmyNxxeFagQC_4eOFZmTPZvtFiTP66HxeU8N_z8qN57_Q3_fE9oyeqDSWGF5yfhesIytTB8QlJR6SEPOUvaFT5cA/w674-h518/1-chu.jpg" width="674" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQQErd0K8hAc1MdFJa-NWNfd05ZItgWDhEozXiR8xI4jHs5fi6C6S1Q40orRVsZZZQbK_ZGZTlfoonIZ0BPyBlduvbMP9iWv6NkHaFoXRqRqQwSYizOx9-XHYCy54q-ZrlHGzqOQcLHJUIrfcqZNb8kIg9jsFr_AyplXLXXls4W-P7qlYKrN0pSGpjKQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQQErd0K8hAc1MdFJa-NWNfd05ZItgWDhEozXiR8xI4jHs5fi6C6S1Q40orRVsZZZQbK_ZGZTlfoonIZ0BPyBlduvbMP9iWv6NkHaFoXRqRqQwSYizOx9-XHYCy54q-ZrlHGzqOQcLHJUIrfcqZNb8kIg9jsFr_AyplXLXXls4W-P7qlYKrN0pSGpjKQ=w673-h450" width="673" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgif-Mw5ohTqan7fIi89jPA7ITGPFAfgDGD7jEdxtsqLiRWueU5gAme9Kq5WipA03QyO6dN_LWtuoaA-zqfocI8wBw-6T_nYWmkSLpjuycBSNWFmP5MyLtqZGB6DarnDA673s-Otr0uUSRZAIaHof_rpZmvX35lFbvNS4ForOT2jPrEBH2J2Ve0zjBx4g" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="897" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgif-Mw5ohTqan7fIi89jPA7ITGPFAfgDGD7jEdxtsqLiRWueU5gAme9Kq5WipA03QyO6dN_LWtuoaA-zqfocI8wBw-6T_nYWmkSLpjuycBSNWFmP5MyLtqZGB6DarnDA673s-Otr0uUSRZAIaHof_rpZmvX35lFbvNS4ForOT2jPrEBH2J2Ve0zjBx4g=w672-h897" width="672" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000;">Unfortunately the gate was locked so we had to photograph it from the vantage point of the schoolchildren who stood on these steps trying to catch a glimpse of the Beatles within the walled garden (above) and from the opposite end (middle image) showing the path on which Ringo walks toward the camera.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><!--more--><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggs0uSKNUKxtWocv5YF8UB1oD-4ORDy2MPAm4Jy437p-YDPq4QjsCYhGeDIFEpj-p222HYPSEyyewVivwcx_2-4WtqXbzCDHVihPG74cY_z4w7dDmS7GNQ-GE_wxEGKTgO-q6Fvy3H8DoE6uMdtg_qp1rv6lg0hWGgoITX6H0mAuHKxH67AvLqNSLYmw/s300/Beatles-6-c-Robert-Whitaker-Chiswick-House-235x300.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="235" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggs0uSKNUKxtWocv5YF8UB1oD-4ORDy2MPAm4Jy437p-YDPq4QjsCYhGeDIFEpj-p222HYPSEyyewVivwcx_2-4WtqXbzCDHVihPG74cY_z4w7dDmS7GNQ-GE_wxEGKTgO-q6Fvy3H8DoE6uMdtg_qp1rv6lg0hWGgoITX6H0mAuHKxH67AvLqNSLYmw/w283-h361/Beatles-6-c-Robert-Whitaker-Chiswick-House-235x300.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJx77fBOWMoD3qMc_eyDAlT7t0VeS_dwSApLHogfHwP52RxEHsDmhSrNkf242X3ZUSSZ-a_bkFQ-4uvnq85kv5IxSHLe6wVKgXLZ7ALibpGK1nSIh4Vusdxf37u9gqNiohyuLmQeQFHS1KPJVwOkHnC2iTN7Zfn1Ce5_hAMmRmw4msBEEp6L89GDYz3Q/w269-h359/1-1-Day%202%20(A001)%20(153).jpg" width="269" /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000;">This is my fabgearfaverave pic of George from the day. Unable to access the aforementioned gate we improvised and used the gate at the other end of the garden for an approximate 'now and then'. Disclaimer: No actual cigarettes were inhaled during the recreation of this image. </span></div><!--more--><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;">The 'Rain' promo then cuts to shots of the Beatles' frontline performing the song sitting in the low branch of a cedar tree facing the statue garden where they had stood for 'Paperback Writer', while Ringo sits atop a plinth (today occupied by an ornate urn). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdcxD2tH72tgdyH0jTJxRyw1NjWalv09HzlB74sGncNV5sW1tqThrNYvZdQycCvibhVOoOnMqW4WrDI1Z8hsTu2YzofQH852eZAbtmmb-rr2gYZUvNSQ4esPJA_IsFUDCqFMC2bPsov72IkmxWAvDHAGhJBvv_x7v90yrOz2uR0BA48L8F_HYPJorAfw" style="clear: left; 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font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>One of Robert Whitaker's photos appeared on the sleeve of the ‘Nowhere Man’ EP, in 1966. </b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;">They are also seen walking, slightly trance-like, around the interior of the conservatory, and performing 'Rain' amongst some leafy bushes in an area of the park known as the wilderness, found to the north east of the car park.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdYLSLDD3d5Ox8sJyhrDaTCqkRB3kwJJAB6Px_cYexkpdLsCM74WG10yEtemu2sCSBCem-ZCkptheuXkJ_tvdL_eu93B8hdFvlDZ9nYhH7JN_iiZyX7RCVngvoUuoCq3qy_uppSUBHyPUHHewrcYrTige0qGtlhC_QfzTPvJ4kf9HyjM7SkHEK1LKNg/s818/1-ch5.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="810" height="685" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdYLSLDD3d5Ox8sJyhrDaTCqkRB3kwJJAB6Px_cYexkpdLsCM74WG10yEtemu2sCSBCem-ZCkptheuXkJ_tvdL_eu93B8hdFvlDZ9nYhH7JN_iiZyX7RCVngvoUuoCq3qy_uppSUBHyPUHHewrcYrTige0qGtlhC_QfzTPvJ4kf9HyjM7SkHEK1LKNg/w679-h685/1-ch5.jpg" width="679" /></a></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhec2TemZUUo3RQWpQtY63nn2XhFU6L0r9iPYRAD6Plx4k2cPp8IS6n2SQ-epYzw8ahl8AdoChOl-QT65rsOl3b2VtSpQAKWFZdEuGMpmpPK-beF-qXsoOFuWTUyo5tKOW5xXM9xpQ-aldIswAY56GbdDA53m3j1ncpd-pv7Yb1vr67uPucYfhHKT8sYg/s4032/1-20221009_144346.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhec2TemZUUo3RQWpQtY63nn2XhFU6L0r9iPYRAD6Plx4k2cPp8IS6n2SQ-epYzw8ahl8AdoChOl-QT65rsOl3b2VtSpQAKWFZdEuGMpmpPK-beF-qXsoOFuWTUyo5tKOW5xXM9xpQ-aldIswAY56GbdDA53m3j1ncpd-pv7Yb1vr67uPucYfhHKT8sYg/w275-h367/1-20221009_144346.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In 1966, the side wing of the conservatory, had a chicken wire fence across it, providing the Beatles with some privacy as it was not open to the public. One of Whitaker’s shots was used on the rear cover of some the 1970s reissued UK singles. Today ,there is still no public access although the fence has gone.</div></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="500" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQ4Db8wvQqiU5jVZGecknVPgAFYzgbUHjNCne-ZOvBj8BR7tmOlyis_NjYBs0W8sOqHYJySUD4Ft2hSC4Xlb4xj9rCMXtB0da5LNlkDbdwzxllyQdk8Gdbr6lvislSv1y3aeylwjA9HnU4RKTGLBrO7eRLy1kB3qVqeiIacLWjCJQWxpavk8u5BfwbA/w372-h456/60d05805daaaff8ce0d826fb0ae09497.jpg" width="372" /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="225" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizRfQ98PJ5iTIrATAoX0tfzpcoekSNYYGsBr5Rmgc9-_JGGWUqrwFHnL-qGhj_CjjseooB0Q0UCIx3TPiQEWq7GFcDOumWRCN41mT6uev6PpiEt2RGUdgMtzILlrm1hi7vVJw84xHmnK12PSZFeYkH_e7813V0-XKCrkgD3V-LSMK3mOlaDocCbh0lXw=w275-h391" width="275" /></div></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;">Whenever we visit a Beatles location we always look to see whether the current owner is aware of the connection, and whether they have chosen to mark it in some way, for example with a plaque or photograph.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;">Chiswick House has this large information panel in the conservatory (see left).</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;">They proudly state that they have a claim to be the birthplace of the music video, which although by later standards are 'comparably slow-moving' have many of the typical characteristics: Quick editing, artistic close-ups and plenty of shots of the singers starting into the middle distance oozing cool'. </div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;">They're not wrong.</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Postscript:</span></b></div><p style="font-size: large;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Fifteens years later, on Monday 31 August 1981, another of my favourite UK bands, The Jam (serious sixties-nuts) also went on location to Chiswick House to shoot photos for their forthcoming single 'Absolute Beginners'/'Tales From the Riverbank'. Derek D'Souza got invited to take the photos.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">If I may, I'd like to stop Beatling for a moment and indulge in some.... er... Jamming? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfp87mclIEw5vVSAckiU1Q3jsvODrqD_5X07NgGUxUuTa3aN3rPIAq56bmGIuVDkCt_sINgq_HuvJd7ypst2VTRmikRL-KxWKK6Xyat3R6GiRCfJR_ShwIUwjGMJWxDd-GZjS85lYC5NsTvJBAyd7fvnHi2Ffsx8bwEYnCRpAjzXLNMTInSUyDQyCb1g" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="424" height="955" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfp87mclIEw5vVSAckiU1Q3jsvODrqD_5X07NgGUxUuTa3aN3rPIAq56bmGIuVDkCt_sINgq_HuvJd7ypst2VTRmikRL-KxWKK6Xyat3R6GiRCfJR_ShwIUwjGMJWxDd-GZjS85lYC5NsTvJBAyd7fvnHi2Ffsx8bwEYnCRpAjzXLNMTInSUyDQyCb1g=w676-h955" width="676" /></a></p><div style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">They posed in the statue garden next to the statue that George sat on in 1966... </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="849" height="473" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiEZiRymRbqR7g3dmEuqaMxZ4dYGWfUoC7NOYfqYGVavgw9M7iflvODXZ7Fi2DbbYUexhTW5ZNdoGAvbM5nt9DnBf8xqUfxJ9W01vxXdarI7jffxukrbFEIc7KuU5ORyKUjcI-QU3gYuGWjRQ1SIMFF91mYicHxaZXm_E_VCWXDw6975GtrvgQm5gnNA=w670-h473" width="670" /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On the steps of the Ionic Temple near the obelisk ...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZFf3_xF8dv892W-cj4ZtL9oHybtfeKtgi-yJdpno_DleMIkML1aj9llVV6qQWfbuudRFOAZ0EADn_Xy9tzoBV0tmZuetC0hKOacNLVAAXro4wcDGvVR22dIt9BZkQcG11ZHwGOj_wV56DH-0CFLccxLppvKHlE4OyvtFv-KRuzhjH6HW06EC5xRtlzA" style="clear: left; 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font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg6lnwnaupXCEm2-irrqh23wU03slbvJWrp157qrEmexkActmmQlsABqQ5HuPr_cmwIp86pkitUuVwGDev6jkh8t7HipIXDxoeFN4U-m24lBYpr24bk7W2S0HG_MTDbr4DUPXVr-w0GM8JzZB6fhZvdE5OacVfBBiFvaBCbTIknhWbWXimSlD-OyLwew=w265-h397" width="265" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">By a bust in front of the main house...</span></div><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8JaSYnv7_gXaciGBWLxhX6-Qz3CafJ7uVJsDO8KsqWm1tn5y5lJTtiE6TV43OxJZKOnAqDtON2JWG8zS1QRMIXZr7Zd2_asXQSUxWSkzD3C0nzexRvl_-6Tmq483WUBMdsBw3n8YMcPojvAkFUH4rkv6YtRj1-I8Q-EOSDNjJD2a4ZZlUVI9_yzKTkQ" style="clear: left; 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text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="674" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBp63Qyn96o47emX-PuHBk5QVLtwfC0SymkDLglrvaeMRHcsGuqffvGY7gyBFjC0Q7ygL4WhKd_EeJ_0yLZveKRO79s6kSFlknFDS2OMHh9lKLoZCBlHjOcuxOuTi5YmCDbBk8cBTHaAGj-beNt_jM3BYSMWEL91BgQw4sxA9HWiLe8NQFM74btm6_MA=w672-h449" width="672" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Credits:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All photographs of the Beatles copyright Robert Whitaker, Apple and Subafilms.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Jam photographs copyright Derek D'Souza. Check out his fantastic work here: <a href="https://www.derekdsouzaphotography.com/"> derekdsouzaphotography.com</a><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chiswick House is one of the ultimate Beatles' sites outside of Liverpool. Find out more here: <a href="https://chiswickhouseandgardens.org.uk/" style="text-align: center;">Chiswick House & Gardens (chiswickhouseandgardens.org.uk)</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Information sourced from The Beatles' London book and Kenwood's blog (see link in sidebar).</span></div></div></div></div></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Me: </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatbIlt0FKGLWP2Mi2A882i-ZAE4s0rN9QmRTFJ2i3pGDys9v7XowkxB1Qhh3G9N8-t8FvKejhQ4ZBVKW3w84c9fNXgTQUmB-i_BA-kJa0SIs6HWTEi-7Dq9f9z6ia3fACBPlOmYNNHmxVxyN5a41IhcanZzbvI8kgJBJNJTGogFzdD0osvSCW5IthEg/s820/Fullscreen%20capture%2029052022%20124505.jpg" style="clear: left; 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font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="584" data-original-width="584" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Le3Pnk30Bt0ZsoErZDx-wg1unb3mM0cwM4nCpLHWNGMREBtHtxxSuF8Qq0y1BiVwvK95knmmUvp5zERRYeX6C9jDCm7u4n-cX_rbjFMvS_ghXTXxBZuOa4KezeW0AqxS6XHQr61bzV_I-j9kM0-zuyBcHntehUZq9mZFr2bPL2sF7rg91TgdMTbPUw/s320/Arrive%20without%20Travelling.png" width="320" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-25814373958440615932023-04-09T23:59:01.085+01:002023-04-18T18:51:47.235+01:00Walking The Beatles' London - October 2022 (part seven)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><b>A recap:</b> On Saturday 8 October 2022, I went down to London</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"> with my fellow Beatles historian Steve Bradley </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;">to attend <i>Evolver 62</i>, Mark Lewisohn’s one-man show at the Bloomsbury Theatre. </span></span></div></div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The show didn’t start until 7.30pm so we agreed in advance that it would be too late to travel home afterwards and decided to make a weekend of it. Armed with <i>The Beatles London</i>, the indispensable guide to the 467 Beatles’ sites in the capital, Steve drew up an itinerary and we decided to try and visit as many as we could. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Of course, we didn't get anywhere near the magic 467, but we managed to see quite a lot of them before we had to be at the Bloomsbury.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Sunday 9 October - coincidentally what would have been John Lennon's 82nd birthday - was slightly more relaxed, but we still managed to visit two major Beatles' sites in London, and a couple of curios en-route, before our final destination, which will be familiar to anyone who has watched their second feature film.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">And so, without ferda adoo, as we say in Liverpool, here's d</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;">ay two - part one: </span></p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOUuvz2liLBksPRNP417EvbXAiFyKxxiSzQiLr4QRW-UIa_L6z040q9CorNZawUeMwIioMywxUAK8OrdhkhmW2kT76sE_BJsFZnkCS-ZvS0FGhMsWHx277YYHj6C6nEaDo8kL0M2QVhi-JNmSyRmqD49VwpGfPVa8BxiTKGPXvilSUFg_X_lK6UGvOTA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="680" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOUuvz2liLBksPRNP417EvbXAiFyKxxiSzQiLr4QRW-UIa_L6z040q9CorNZawUeMwIioMywxUAK8OrdhkhmW2kT76sE_BJsFZnkCS-ZvS0FGhMsWHx277YYHj6C6nEaDo8kL0M2QVhi-JNmSyRmqD49VwpGfPVa8BxiTKGPXvilSUFg_X_lK6UGvOTA=w680-h680" width="680" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;">We stayed at the Premier Inn Clapham (spotlessly clean and a magnificent all you can eat cooked breakfast), on Lavender Hill which co-incidentally - or probably not given Steve's meticulous planning - is actually a Beatles' location, appearing in the opening scenes of <i>Magical Mystery Tour.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;">On the morning of Sunday 29 October 1967, Richard B. Starkey (Ringo) and his 'Aunt' (Jessie Robbins) were filmed on Lavender Hill and some of the adjacent side-streets. To establish precisely which, we needed to go beyond my well thumbed copy of the Beatles' London (now with added Mark Lewisohn autograph).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;">Theatre Street, SW11</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;">They are first seen huffing and puffing their way up a steep street of terraced houses towards the camera. <i>The Beatles' London</i> says this was filmed on Acanthus Road. In fact, it was filmed a few streets further up Lavender Hill on Theatre Street.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="420" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dHxeQcXNruAw3SC_wUKx_ZCzwlq9eiXY9rswDM0UYCkQruLObhyHPjEZ9ixYczkyWAjE6OE-pJOFJo0cgw5lRB0FrXfKyychu7fhBSmdv-GaYF3ocbcxGCuB1kUmcwK_dG40sis0i_UTcUa-bBKjr3Ye2PtEXFrhYQ4lYrtpTBhhHXJTK76gcUJuTA/w676-h507/mamyto001.jpg" width="676" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Ringo and Jessie at the bottom of Theatre Street, and the same view today.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2257" data-original-width="3580" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTRv73VE6KIhKzrQNYTQ9WeV0_7pAn_OWVqbLdwMmzoKgPJ3o8_DRZ4OWFtrNi-gC9lHyClsDcPIUr2y2XhbA4a47dhDKFXaZx9_GYKI9GOo69Zoof-dmWeZ135EurCZdNLInzkbaDBfVguytZEnqdCmzQJtV7C3xR1RBg1l02KMVHAQp8o-BP0VcEcw/w673-h425/Day%202%20(A001)%20(5)%20edit.jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="673" /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="420" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmhMMtO9ZoDONxdXXrLMhKmbowJ5oc8NABFPi9GPhsmBjb3xWYs23WvQZkApYGOg4vcggO5Uusdmw_xb7mPPdro8OmQfNF4wYkZ8W5lyQhdTAsBlk4bYpDCMUowAxVGNCuS0OF3uKWirTTZLGK_SUKCYf5JrR0wcdXBoHrQE9pvmN9Gfp7RZZqRV2Vw/w672-h504/mamyto002%20(1).jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="672" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;">They are then seen in profile arguing as they pass <b>19 Theatre Street</b>, which rather wonderfully still appears to have its original front door today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNWHjjuI5KFoSscIcMHF9feaHMvIpaHQohOtPzvIWnC-PFvbcrV_2PwdES0-5m8q5FMj-KV5Tx0_QcqfMdkz6vwyuVbXRx5iI1O9vyY-YoXzNc7lvsN_4d0Int1pL04XvvMiwHJ72gJ-uQpTdUKxOON3dXpg11dxWSrisIPBjn7XWUjMbVFm830f6uw/s4032/Day%202%20(A001)%20(4).heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNWHjjuI5KFoSscIcMHF9feaHMvIpaHQohOtPzvIWnC-PFvbcrV_2PwdES0-5m8q5FMj-KV5Tx0_QcqfMdkz6vwyuVbXRx5iI1O9vyY-YoXzNc7lvsN_4d0Int1pL04XvvMiwHJ72gJ-uQpTdUKxOON3dXpg11dxWSrisIPBjn7XWUjMbVFm830f6uw/w671-h377/Day%202%20(A001)%20(4).heic" width="671" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;">Lavender Hill, SW11</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span>This is where it starts to get a little confusing. Ringo and Jessie are then seen from behind as they reach the top of the hill and turn right onto Lavender Hill where the bus is parked. <span style="text-align: justify;">Here they are greeted by 'Jolly Jimmy Johnson, the Courier'. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span>You would assume that this is the top of Theatre Street but no. The bus was parked outside an estate agents called Woodruffs, and Ringo and Jessie are seen turning out of Acanthus Road. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="420" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXviYqufEAsi2LFcaTam52KiJOJC1GGvxVs5Gjx4CFmXXARKjBr_xu59efzLfKjMfSY4x4PjT1_687A2suw75ciIL6tbU8g-JnQ8JnSPmEY-g72ruI64FHEXtR6N1YYgclEXqXmeZC8qqY1Lef2XIevIMhI_edCV0fcObizoBuR9JZ3ygXICeFtxE69g=w675-h506" style="text-align: center;" width="675" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="500" height="445" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh050fhhsfDlrBrL1T3OXGd0Zb3jXJXiz9MAOmfUu0YzqIswUT8iwzIEhYz10eB1aS-CZxaeZya1g1m00XtdpJNyeC7-j5aMgEtmq97uBZM4TQXXLkYH1TTxgSk_FW9g3eln3LDUcKSgEV3PNepKyFtqfQ5lXu_FkI8BC4_zcg_r2IxyDzpcBM6574LlA/w675-h445/FC4VtD6WQAEZuR1.jpg" width="675" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="341" data-original-width="500" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyT018pNqCrqGaezCJ0DSs1Jn7S8lW8CcWgv_vOE24Y9g5ABII95mVEykluJJWO2B8AwkJ8xCQvgbpM4QUomLbSU2DUiBVX9w84XYrLLrPDtE6PJcj5MY0ra8Am3LLMpziCqIHGBrOJZgxmxWsoVX4X73ya7uMgU_1pUp3hRoNCEMMUpeFt2klbuw6g/w676-h461/Day%202%20(A001)%20(1)a.jpg" width="676" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span>This picture appears in The Beatles' London captioned: <i>Ringo and Aunt Jessie on Lavender Hill (at Acanthus Road)</i>. That's correct, but slightly misleading, well misleading enough for me to stand at the top of Acanthus Road, trying to frame my photo to match the 1967 image and finding I couldn't. The buildings don't match.</span></div></div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjry7eYPVEfOMNVAXZN7BuN3cu4GUneEig26aHj36-Lu1PxZhGBfqLzgsBun2zt0Qiav4rIJKvlqyWsMb_A9FDYKSyNPaEKKKtxUvfBYhAhJCZD7Zx4r9Fy95Y8uHCyE9BOGnVm5Swn6KDuY6tr0ZqJYMSZHHDW0_uQ31jrMJhiW1SIWacYnQEDbxREzQ/s4000/Day%202%20(A001)%20(1).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjry7eYPVEfOMNVAXZN7BuN3cu4GUneEig26aHj36-Lu1PxZhGBfqLzgsBun2zt0Qiav4rIJKvlqyWsMb_A9FDYKSyNPaEKKKtxUvfBYhAhJCZD7Zx4r9Fy95Y8uHCyE9BOGnVm5Swn6KDuY6tr0ZqJYMSZHHDW0_uQ31jrMJhiW1SIWacYnQEDbxREzQ/w679-h454/Day%202%20(A001)%20(1).JPG" width="679" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For a moment I did wonder whether some post 1967 re-modelling of the property had taken place. With no time to waste during our visit, I decided to "walk" along Lavender Hill on Google Maps when I got home, and found a building that perfectly matched the Ringo photograph. It actually stands on the junction with Rush Hill Road, facing Shirley Grove, as seen below. How can this be?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndzNNGR0UOoNkpRED-VzsiOZ0lrKZ2ovHcO40MGpeeMN5DlIMB8rejLXRGGRuuFmdECly9LIuOOAsWA3KZo-SWOT_TvUqxWeX7hKpXzJp0WhfsvYyOxUyxAcLI3oTHkjVbgcBCBtbU4vvxxjBVdndX60x17Zub6Amhagh65bdMwXjOLbvU4WCvldipA/s1621/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2011042023%20193209.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="1621" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndzNNGR0UOoNkpRED-VzsiOZ0lrKZ2ovHcO40MGpeeMN5DlIMB8rejLXRGGRuuFmdECly9LIuOOAsWA3KZo-SWOT_TvUqxWeX7hKpXzJp0WhfsvYyOxUyxAcLI3oTHkjVbgcBCBtbU4vvxxjBVdndX60x17Zub6Amhagh65bdMwXjOLbvU4WCvldipA/w680-h453/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2011042023%20193209.jpg" width="680" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;">It transpires that in <i>Magical Mystery Tour</i> the pair have just walked out of the <i>original </i>Acanthus Road which has since been redeveloped. Flats erected post 1967 now take up one whole block on Lavender Hill and obliterated the street.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;">However, a road with the same name now exists further along Lavender Hill in the direction of Clapham Junction, which is where I was standing, scratching my head. I hope that all makes sense to anyone reading this! <br /></span></div><span style="color: white;">Shirley Grove and Rush Hill Road</span><br /><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Increasingly wary of an approaching locally well-known mob, we decided to move on.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span><br /></span></span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666; font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="color: white; font-size: medium;">93 Silverthorne Road, SW8</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">A short walk from Lavender Hill is Silverthorne Road. This one is so obscure it doesn't even appear in <i>The Beatles' London</i>. The authors had to draw the line somewhere I guess. </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgVtLfXS-SyQH1XIXAJ3fzwmEGBH0GvKvsv21RNBLvdBeYuC6cvkjmWs4HrAGPHHsCUWnfM7kS3_j8uFZn5HOTTV7gslYVgjbS67yylOfmxWEnCBczydLb98n1Z-sX7jhYXSbWWI040EAb4nRWlv9MbRkFjFNL52SKSpB7G53sMkcSyK5MogS5ymyojw/s4032/Day%202%20(A001)%20(11).heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="1205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgVtLfXS-SyQH1XIXAJ3fzwmEGBH0GvKvsv21RNBLvdBeYuC6cvkjmWs4HrAGPHHsCUWnfM7kS3_j8uFZn5HOTTV7gslYVgjbS67yylOfmxWEnCBczydLb98n1Z-sX7jhYXSbWWI040EAb4nRWlv9MbRkFjFNL52SKSpB7G53sMkcSyK5MogS5ymyojw/w678-h1205/Day%202%20(A001)%20(11).heic" width="678" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><b>Number 93 was the childhood home of a Beatle!</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Jimmie Nicol was elevated from relative obscurity to worldwide fame, and then quickly back again, when he stood in for an ailing Ringo Starr on the opening eight concerts of the Beatles' 1964 world tour. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-weight: 400; text-align: start;">Paul McCartney later acknowledged: <i>"It wasn't an easy thing for Jimmie to stand in for Ringo, and have all that fame thrust upon him. And the minute his tenure was over, he wasn't famous any more.</i>"</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Nicol's </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: Quicksand;">subsequent lack of commercial success culminated in bankruptcy in 1965. In 1967, after having worked with a number of different bands which included a successful relationship with the Spotnicks, h</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: Quicksand;">e left the music business to pursue a variety of entrepreneurial ventures. Increasingly, he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: Quicksand;">shied away from media attention, preferring not to discuss his connection to the Beatles, nor seeking financial gain from it. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibHpSTZoAVkRiCnSIHboVORLaqYYBC8_85oZDZHFJhWrWeXmew2sN7tZhIOPzX5524Wn5TiDpmSHthBM5g6qUieqtZ4_uRXOO68Z5oBI769JCnyeYQsudZloh5-EwAqMz4jNpEJvTs0PA5uFNcARTr8jWKC8vxhJUFGPmxbPdu_LNum4ZDnXKw5mh_fA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="650" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibHpSTZoAVkRiCnSIHboVORLaqYYBC8_85oZDZHFJhWrWeXmew2sN7tZhIOPzX5524Wn5TiDpmSHthBM5g6qUieqtZ4_uRXOO68Z5oBI769JCnyeYQsudZloh5-EwAqMz4jNpEJvTs0PA5uFNcARTr8jWKC8vxhJUFGPmxbPdu_LNum4ZDnXKw5mh_fA=w691-h518" width="691" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Jimmie Nicol and John Lennon in 1964</span></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #666666; text-align: justify;">Battersea Power Station, Nine Elms, Battersea</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">The iconic Battersea A Power Station was built in the 1930s. Work started on Battersea B Power Station, to its east, in the late 1930s but the outbreak of war in 1939 put the construction on hold, and it was not completed until 1955. They were built to a near-identical design, providing the four-chimney structure. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">The station is one of the world's largest brick buildings, and notable for its original, lavish Art Deco interior fittings and decor. The building's exterior was designed by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott, the distinguished architect and industrial designer, famous for his designs for the red telephone box and Liverpool's Anglican Cathedral.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">The power station was decommissioned between 1975 and 1983 and remained empty until 2014. It was designated as a Grade II listed building in 1980. In 2007 its listed status was upgraded to Grade II*.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpD79Lqg80iR0slZI7vGbVBZ6whNeX4HKAIoQBWYc-BORSsGp3Mi_j10WSGt9jLMJ7BJyHmgSZaEJpWNk-Q3xIuO6XPNFsQ4W4sYsTkEL0rFzypN7hjdsE3EPmxS5gYUxAobm992mkmt6BAfkhQu__2MDMNahii0lQpBshMKgZBVo4vdnWUqj4XwcLtA=w680-h455" width="680" /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">"A well known power station"</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>It appears briefly in the Beatles' film '<i>Help!</i>' identified as ''a well known power station", as well the films <i>Children Of Men, Nineteen Eighty Four, Richard III, The Dark Knight </i>and others. Perhaps most famously, it appears on the front cover of Pink Floyd's 1977 album <i>Animals</i>, with an inflatable pink pig floating above it. The group held the launch party for the album at the station.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1400" height="681" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSg5pGW23D05VLbzJGnZlVmOSKZFQ5Nv-bn0nGkR--Zcu1gBCXcy9hMwTtoNGhylB6YO-O3odkRGFbf8Az0vF-eTiWTcPjvi7Zbc4fOnQLX5Cny_BXW0LJMrGeyc3OCADWjs9x0TkolCEjwmRpDrCiC0KmfH1J83Deif6K-L4o_Yx9TtZcvJSHZhKnOg/w681-h681/Animals-Cover.jpg" width="681" /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>Nearly forty years after the lights were switched off, a regenerated Battersea Power Station, now encompassing shops, bars, restaurants and leisure venues opened its doors to the public on Friday 14 October, 2022. If we'd delayed our London trip by just one week we could have taken a look inside.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>It was time to take the tube (Northern Line) to Mornington Crescent.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicWgArNdOtEDx5Ti_Ncp7XgRqjjce-jcwItnY4lTBIPvGGmAXvLfcONCtk0PvOn1V_qf7VwAbmEgy_HBVCC7oHyaPifhmRty5gh90RZNxVQsww4kZIdX6v2L_tzoDX3rpkvpZ4JnmjIlutN0Yym90zJKd8_sViUKFuthoF2voE1oKtkAKCrpXH57kHw/w640-h428/Day%202%20(A001)%20(22).JPG" width="640" /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Mornington Crescent Station on the edge of Camden is another little gem. It was </span>opened as part of the original route of the Charing Cross, Euston & Hampstead Railway (now the Charing Cross branch of the Northern line) on 22 June 1907. The surface building was designed by the Underground Electric Railways Company of London's (UERL's) architect Leslie Green in the Modern Style (British Art Nouveau style). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-edWNkRv0cPcRMntzXs8jnIS9j6OT7IVapVLByHESerJ9n6WL95dRI5DS7NXTA69vOHD6CiHG_jmj4KYb1lYgYYEvUdptz9xTqAfem3cm_lOrUJqde-qt4zpN7EWxmCa5q25O9yoz0rbJhC8iLmMDawHGpF0TR-0Gljb-hJhf6KkEX5FYqZ4KJtn-Bg/w677-h453/Day%202%20(A001)%20(24).JPG" style="text-align: center;" width="677" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 6pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202122;">Across the road from the station is
KOKO, previously known as The Music Machine and Camden Palace. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 6pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202122;">Opening as the Camden Theatre on
Boxing Day, 1900 it became a variety theatre in 1909 renamed the Camden Hippodrome
Theatre. By 1911 films were presented as part of the variety programme, and it
became a Cinema. In 1928 it became part of the Gaumont British cinema circuit. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 6pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202122;">Between 1945 and 1972 it was used by
the BBC as a radio and recording studio. Among the first weekly series to be
broadcast live from here was <i>The Richard Tauber Programme</i>, from 1945 to 1947.
<i>The Goon Show</i> was recorded at the theatre and the first <i>Monty Python’s Flying
Circus</i> album in 1970.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt; margin: 6pt 0cm 0cm;"><span style="color: #202122;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt; margin: 6pt 0cm 0cm;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrd_lEU3jMFJ4D6Y-GEVlH_66Jf3ZDrMsyMZ9wUPpAH1qMdnGEEVbUeNIKVN7fl025BYNBW5XZ46mxiBxvWDado8mfS5TPZP4xmTMaFGOlUWSZJlsk7K6oc2lIevurzgeO0nuq0d5K36CnrNSzGzbqlj_NUEyIFKSnfqs1X8k-Wmadew5KspXxn5Vgg/w681-h455/Day%202%20(A001)%20(26).JPG" style="text-align: center;" width="681" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 6pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202122;">After the BBC moved out the building
remained unused for a number of years but was saved from demolition when it was
Grade II listed in late 1972.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 6pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202122;">Thankfully new trends in music revived
the theatre’s fortunes. Between 1977 and 1982 under the name of The Music
Machine it became a live music venue, popular with punk and new wave artists
and hosted concerts by The Jam, The Clash and the Boomtown Rats. It was the
last venue AC/DC's Bon Scott was seen drinking at before his death in 1980.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 6pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202122;">In 1982 it was renamed the Camden Palace
and until closure in 2004 it continued to host notable musical events. Madonna
gave her first UK performance here in 1982 and famously Prince performed here
in 1988 on his <i>Lovesexy</i> tour with the Stones’ Ronnie Wood as guest
guitarist. Around this time, it became a mecca for the burgeoning rave music
scene from 1989–92. Early PA performances included both The Prodigy and N-Joi.
Appearances from live bands continued, however, including Blur and Cardiacs.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 6pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202122;">By 2004 the theatre was rundown and
disused. In 2020 it was bought by a developer who saw its continued potential
as concert venue and following a multi-million pound refurbishment, KOKO
reopened in April 2022. The inaugural concert featured Arcade Fire, marking the
release of their sixth studio album <i>We</i>.<span face="Arial, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">KOKO stands on the corner of Pancras Road, down which we headed to our first major Beatles' location of the day. </div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Pancras Old Road, NW1</span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Needing new publicity photos, on Sunday 28 July the Beatles were photographed at seven different locations around London by Don McCullin, Tom Murray, Mal Evans and others, an exercise which has retrospectively become known as the 'Mad Day Out'. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Some of the most memorable images from the day were taken here, in the churchyard of <b>St Pancras Old Church</b>, dedicated to the Roman martyr Saint Pancras and believed by many to be one of the oldest sites of Christian worship in England, perhaps as early as AD314. It has been rebuilt and altered several times since, notably during the Tudor era, the period from which most of the current church dates, and the later Victorian age when it was restored, and extended further. It provides a chaplaincy to the adjacent St Pancras Hospital, which as we will see, provides the backdrop to some of the Beatles' photographs</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The church and gardens provided the fifth location of the day for the Beatles' photographic marathon. Moving around the grounds they were photographed in nine different areas which thankfully are little changed 54 years on</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;">. We decided to recreate them as best we could, following the order determined in </span><i style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;">The Beatles' London</i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"> book.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Location #1 was on top of a <b>gr</b><span><b>assy knoll</b> to the right of the entrance gates to the churchyard (rather than the gate with steps leading to the church itself).</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="500" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuQ3Z0_zW3MIRxJGOdlO8BpErlAAu3mTQ3Kl87yEbu-oMkwaISMCU49mvaCPeUmmuBxFczigmAqg4x0eRW5t-CMxaw3UNDnKcu4EDPJHfGQtjw3-GybrzZ-wxE941_cNnm2_ZNTjkjqbf5kuXMw3U8tTdsnzPE7Vbot9Lp45iyBv7DrXP7y6QAIaDL9g=w680-h510" width="680" /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifS2jqHs6SUKF_XIV1QrDfPisGoqiJoEI-0F0keETERN71KbNkzHHFAriCTC5-QNUlscp6n9ZxQlKa-mVQ2KrQshylAEr0gs0p8Wr4I68TmvBOU8V92FD27tRgxdwSvd_i6F64sYh18LEibJzFaJ6L9m9ddchRDC_gIgURubijXKEIQlHMeJdgH01iEw=w680-h510" width="680" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span>Steve and I then followed the Beatles' route through the churchyard, stopping first at location #2 which was one of </span><span>the benches near the <b>Burdett Coutts Memorial</b>. Here we immediately ran into trouble. There were no benches positioned where the Beatles were sitting in 1968. Therefore it was a bit of a guestimate trying to work out which side of the memorial was showing behind the Beatles in the photo. Looking at my photos again for the purposes of writing this blog, it's now clear that the side of the monument visible in the Beatles' photo is the left face of the two sides captured in my photo - I needed to move round further to the left and photograph it head on.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="284" height="465" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhb5GhxZRtQIBp7g-9s6uR41bU5G0wX1upJmpQXVMfqkGud_zBYg_vzBBNTtB8qvzI93dHDg_8KG4-ihrLZQxViaqon7wX3YdGtR2fBBX6Ppg2NkCZCP2q3IDx2flJZE0pM4AeghqAO3Ahm1iLC4xhOne3GZF2ub4hYt3d_Xh_Z5qwEOlkxJRWG-VeRxw=w306-h465" width="306" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1069" height="465" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBXJvpDLj9Iq9GenAieGaD6GlQEnfwhnoou72Nms9qP14wJ2_ligMBFra8ifKywjPvnPtngDVY1K7yU75ur6qkkg1mKPaEX0Gumxk_Me2XyaRRJs950ZfNBLOko8dV9AiSEMml6y9stO3RXSnY6Ke-HYtoYoLojT_tMmpN9UMqm9r8EDw6XrStBin5CA=w310-h465" style="text-align: center;" width="310" /></div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The impressive Burdett Coutts Memorial Sundial monument was erected in 1877 when the northern half of the churchyard was formalised as a public park, clearing most of the older, smaller gravestones. The memorial lists the gravestones that were lost to this, and earlier clearances for the railways (St Pancras station runs across the back of the churchyard).</div><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Location #3 was centred around the ornate <b>drinking fountain</b>. Recreating the 1968 images was great fun. While it was obviously still working in 1968 we had to improvise.</span></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2dorm6hhZe7alHckSFAALWBPfpSD0PabHOg_oB373tA22xBXUQhf75TIcb_S0k9kF8WEB43EKhmZrFnSM4KuTrcYWQDkWhSgqixo29VW8nwDGX1zG7mrFxENBnXuAMqUEkS93KE0UOHq--fnmm_0_u2d6yRK_bf-BWRyK6NMCE1wxFx28g5k309fONQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="564" height="762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2dorm6hhZe7alHckSFAALWBPfpSD0PabHOg_oB373tA22xBXUQhf75TIcb_S0k9kF8WEB43EKhmZrFnSM4KuTrcYWQDkWhSgqixo29VW8nwDGX1zG7mrFxENBnXuAMqUEkS93KE0UOHq--fnmm_0_u2d6yRK_bf-BWRyK6NMCE1wxFx28g5k309fONQ=w686-h762" width="686" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_S6L0vJFo4gu2g1A4KRDeCzMBgK09r8O5tEPAX0gste0z2VjS19EpmTqO9AM4wBb1pobkaOPh172u4HIHwbnI92iVgjOV94_ScIrR4oB5MGxbvHAyFl9FiBTkgsdbjhLaV4E0lQul54ZR9u8iidg2MhduQX5hXq_mVjYJtCRYYTByeMfl6lNrotGLjg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="811" height="1209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_S6L0vJFo4gu2g1A4KRDeCzMBgK09r8O5tEPAX0gste0z2VjS19EpmTqO9AM4wBb1pobkaOPh172u4HIHwbnI92iVgjOV94_ScIrR4oB5MGxbvHAyFl9FiBTkgsdbjhLaV4E0lQul54ZR9u8iidg2MhduQX5hXq_mVjYJtCRYYTByeMfl6lNrotGLjg=w680-h1209" width="680" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUOyjue9roxk_IUfAc8kIKuAKeW6bs-9U60rfwZZM_XVVe1hqUTJ9zqDabdRlhQLdPg4E7aDmrxQp9Pzb2rsRp7bpWZGA8Ww8UDFyxKj2ci-de0PNE9iqqUchHMNuXByYmT4E-Do0JBEFFUb_hM8SU7iM9Lm3LC4zEZ0_RRz2coBfenxV8xSUHicvt-Q" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="600" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUOyjue9roxk_IUfAc8kIKuAKeW6bs-9U60rfwZZM_XVVe1hqUTJ9zqDabdRlhQLdPg4E7aDmrxQp9Pzb2rsRp7bpWZGA8Ww8UDFyxKj2ci-de0PNE9iqqUchHMNuXByYmT4E-Do0JBEFFUb_hM8SU7iM9Lm3LC4zEZ0_RRz2coBfenxV8xSUHicvt-Q=w679-h460" width="679" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1017" data-original-width="678" height="1014" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQoQR37BCZtW6DsYpEGZZNFKvy8PGXsiBA3ysj1fGRFRaWnYLao9J0nVbNUFwP_mf_nzlD6p5qmQaWWHT9XLfat1yN7Uv2nBPR8_8WdicM6AayS6VpXivw1KR7JRF66slQ2R5qPBsfCy69rE1zL8iy5OU7dQRXafY7VBGBmV6uelZ48EETgDfyq5jZYQ=w676-h1014" style="text-align: center;" width="676" /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We then moved on to location #4, the <b>grave of Sir John Soane</b> (1753-1837).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj86Nu9_lVUQxoq-uKR3DM5btjQJRiMWTPmdE2s-_hcAZ3wZmqIfTAMbg1JTHRHTbkgWOD5TVLk4OGaXqxfSBCS8xhmThtTK7soPBCwCCpLqM6diOkZnB3bMUcEpZoYjIyfswbl4ay6nCPH4EodFWj443rOGkFJJTicnIV6axImq-BPezHDyZAlzt1ciw=w680-h455" width="680" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Soane was an English architect specialising in the neo-classical style. The son of a bricklayer, he rose to the top of his profession, designing several notable buildings, of which the Bank of England is his best known. He was knighted in 1831. He designed the tomb in which he now lies, alongside his wife and elder son, and you will notice how the design was a direct influence on Sir Giles Gilbert Scott's design for the red telephone box. That's the second mention of Gilbert Scott in this blog for those of you paying attention. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="758" height="916" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihcWuPtUfd1DQvjYBgqXx6dCR39taowtuN2FJlqJwoqqZVL9ebfRuD3R0qOyZQ7kcEuYcpA7EqmSTYnacLIdn9yHJm4J0p2uHjwr2eytwgwfsxBl6BQm86kmDZWrxmnPnd6Qqo_aZI5djVJXgUhflqNAhaqcrkG5w9BtY20XTxUK-rQQd6vGI3irSC2Q=w680-h916" width="680" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The Beatles were photographed on the lawn surrounding the tomb, probably enjoying the double meaning of the warning sign around which they sat. Looking on-line for a 'then' reference photo to base my 'now' image upon I was amused to find this one of a certain famous Beatles' author which I suspect was taken around the time he needed his own 'now' images for inclusion in a certain guide to the 467 Beatles' sites in London. The entire lawn now has railings around it. Just in case he comes back.</div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijjXUzk-fxMoeJybyn-YSfAXaq_wTBeBcHAyQyKp_D9JCnlv80LoYoh1Fm0cqltQaiyCiR4O6HpbqlbP7CztmDJqCLamq1gnnbkL79eEXZ2gCy4L1WCk5Zbcl4WnEw7X8yYV5aBm0qeTRicy-eJr3rSQL-zcELWnww_BeCQeO1-BZmGQWv2ran36uM3Q" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="273" height="417" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijjXUzk-fxMoeJybyn-YSfAXaq_wTBeBcHAyQyKp_D9JCnlv80LoYoh1Fm0cqltQaiyCiR4O6HpbqlbP7CztmDJqCLamq1gnnbkL79eEXZ2gCy4L1WCk5Zbcl4WnEw7X8yYV5aBm0qeTRicy-eJr3rSQL-zcELWnww_BeCQeO1-BZmGQWv2ran36uM3Q=w285-h417" width="285" /></a></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-IxXC9rR-EHtSnpicSxnZJEWrgxKzy73j5ykqMDMMGiNzKe4RDG5vYyQp3weQfWvKL7eqcusoc7NjxktAfZbAJ7mp8L1ieSUMqrQrQsfwSUe1KaICBJ1hWriyNdzyYJqVy1fSQU5rRT4YByU4Z1JyequbG3HPE-GLPSO37FzMbhnXwOEPW3jiC6BqRg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-IxXC9rR-EHtSnpicSxnZJEWrgxKzy73j5ykqMDMMGiNzKe4RDG5vYyQp3weQfWvKL7eqcusoc7NjxktAfZbAJ7mp8L1ieSUMqrQrQsfwSUe1KaICBJ1hWriyNdzyYJqVy1fSQU5rRT4YByU4Z1JyequbG3HPE-GLPSO37FzMbhnXwOEPW3jiC6BqRg=w281-h420" width="281" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">For location #5, the Beatles were next photographed sitting on a bench outside <b>St Pancras Coroner's Court</b> where an old man was already quietly reading his newspaper. With the bench, and the old man, no longer there, this was the trickiest one to recreate and we had to look at a number of photos online to workout which angle of the building was visible in the 1968 shots.</div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEDuJcHypXzlsL15Z0IKxlXIbiGb4d427PTL9_sWAEYRfz0htNo4mCMBRvgW6nHun2BJeza5yRrngGL6_KncHqZspzxPh5W8se72hN0LmrT3OzTg4HAXve1cs_9LVU2a77pYt29o-RFpshlwqRWNU7UgKK_gE-nBoVJTd-NpHUauVQcaunA44kqnSjug" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="427" height="404" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEDuJcHypXzlsL15Z0IKxlXIbiGb4d427PTL9_sWAEYRfz0htNo4mCMBRvgW6nHun2BJeza5yRrngGL6_KncHqZspzxPh5W8se72hN0LmrT3OzTg4HAXve1cs_9LVU2a77pYt29o-RFpshlwqRWNU7UgKK_gE-nBoVJTd-NpHUauVQcaunA44kqnSjug=w269-h404" width="269" /></a></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge8cebnoQ4Mbrcnw8tfG6T1mHA7Ev5aX0Innkpjt0GJnf9OFMlP7H0cMRAai9gmn-HTk4I55TgXOnh8MU27Hr90CsVfoRPtJsCVtp5Mgf_2mSCWOp63GF8XnuQ1jCyQ4dWEGGbgNtrfyoRkmGtoN91QJlaqZqmqVTtO9qobaoRZKqoIxC4K9x30m2p3A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge8cebnoQ4Mbrcnw8tfG6T1mHA7Ev5aX0Innkpjt0GJnf9OFMlP7H0cMRAai9gmn-HTk4I55TgXOnh8MU27Hr90CsVfoRPtJsCVtp5Mgf_2mSCWOp63GF8XnuQ1jCyQ4dWEGGbgNtrfyoRkmGtoN91QJlaqZqmqVTtO9qobaoRZKqoIxC4K9x30m2p3A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge8cebnoQ4Mbrcnw8tfG6T1mHA7Ev5aX0Innkpjt0GJnf9OFMlP7H0cMRAai9gmn-HTk4I55TgXOnh8MU27Hr90CsVfoRPtJsCVtp5Mgf_2mSCWOp63GF8XnuQ1jCyQ4dWEGGbgNtrfyoRkmGtoN91QJlaqZqmqVTtO9qobaoRZKqoIxC4K9x30m2p3A=w295-h394" width="295" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Location #6 produced some of the most memorable images from the entire 'Mad Day Out' session. Moving around the churchyard to the <b>flowerbeds</b> running parallel to the old hospital buildings, the Fabs were snapped peeking out from behind shoulder high, brightly coloured hollyhocks. As we were visiting in October, the hollyhocks, such as remained, were definitely past their prime.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">St Pancras hospital was built in 1848 as the infirmary for the St Pancras Union Workhouse, some 120 years before the Beatles' visit. 54 years on the buildings are still in use as a hospital today. </div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It was back to the monument, for location #7 and more photographs on a <b>bench</b>. Despite how much greener the whole churchyard is now the trees have fully matured, making it difficult to use any of the surrounding buildings as a reference, this shot was easier to frame, helped by the fact that the bench currently in situ has a plaque commemorating the session. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidz0UQm3vaJvHTW-_ky6PR_bSm2C39wLgXnaTpJV-jadRL8KKvAfwbm251PE5Cq70dkglC7BA8w7sZ64OQVWShL0xeW52n9QotK6QjIjY6tfCCTEkigUyGssW0L1_6Ok5lTbYuGwM9T6XHR8IfTei0LGXwWgMLpxBEXsqS2D5JEmQ1bP_ZJ-Tp8DRu1g/s3584/Day%202%20(A001)%20(50).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3584" data-original-width="2016" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidz0UQm3vaJvHTW-_ky6PR_bSm2C39wLgXnaTpJV-jadRL8KKvAfwbm251PE5Cq70dkglC7BA8w7sZ64OQVWShL0xeW52n9QotK6QjIjY6tfCCTEkigUyGssW0L1_6Ok5lTbYuGwM9T6XHR8IfTei0LGXwWgMLpxBEXsqS2D5JEmQ1bP_ZJ-Tp8DRu1g/w174-h309/Day%202%20(A001)%20(50).jpg" width="174" /></a><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUovqz6x2oXQNmX-3dfy-ibuR4D6hmf1ua2aUsE0m8MK8dDzhNpnCcF4AXxfr-s1M3mfXOHBVQiH6is6pUD0gOSQuS-yNGWlPJGdDKViScmCP145yPUY96tBkNqoMjMK0k-7nEcRCnhVkL6MLW-8TbN3aRsb95JKhKnjusdB2AsLKymaj9YKVdhvMGrA=w458-h307" style="text-align: left;" width="458" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDOPsuCwqj3Bzai_m06ZVazZKO1Uk4OV428vrUsoWA-i_Gf11Fjdrh_fbEXZH-dQEtMVRjvaRkuZuvP5tRgZthsRk-fQJDtvf4qpwNxcPjfqHiJFpNBLHX_UL9nlSNst1nohqef_mMvoqCxs2XW8-t6h33hweN46lPh8UXSMTRwv8Owhja_4v6eU0ztg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="500" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDOPsuCwqj3Bzai_m06ZVazZKO1Uk4OV428vrUsoWA-i_Gf11Fjdrh_fbEXZH-dQEtMVRjvaRkuZuvP5tRgZthsRk-fQJDtvf4qpwNxcPjfqHiJFpNBLHX_UL9nlSNst1nohqef_mMvoqCxs2XW8-t6h33hweN46lPh8UXSMTRwv8Owhja_4v6eU0ztg=w218-h288" width="218" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPue02kqvLBiLCdAzp5vqJ5CjeI4_03ShofCL7Ra5R4rbQjbA5aH7JkMjdo9FOWASM3dm5hckiVMlfopGXGVAVeNFbcEF-yKJ4kZw7E3PsEVskp4uzZHZodXS0-TWmCSd1JA29jBC-xjtdZB_XWhTcObJ-wWZ3YqbpAqZ7aAL7D3a2C_vw9ko4t9_JUw" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPue02kqvLBiLCdAzp5vqJ5CjeI4_03ShofCL7Ra5R4rbQjbA5aH7JkMjdo9FOWASM3dm5hckiVMlfopGXGVAVeNFbcEF-yKJ4kZw7E3PsEVskp4uzZHZodXS0-TWmCSd1JA29jBC-xjtdZB_XWhTcObJ-wWZ3YqbpAqZ7aAL7D3a2C_vw9ko4t9_JUw=w380-h285" width="380" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">With the location of the bench firmly nailed, it was only left for me to try and recreate John's slightly maniacal expression for the photo. It's not something you want to witness on a Sunday morning, or ever, truth be told. Thankfully the churchyard was deserted although I did notice that Steve kept his distance for a time afterwards.</div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We swiftly moved on, swiftly, to the front of the church for location #8.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="899" data-original-width="600" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj--NO9VlwwsiSkXY9MQPD0MpBtIobg3NsGrtvTTLckf7H4sqyAEyW1iK367gdweM0CW6_T-ju1DtnKipxwpaVdP4JAMA-nWiKZpirHW49nvPdAwjL_ThFgMTBm7zqshNnW_K6bOYgEI-qVGUST6CTcIHgJuxbY1nbSiMN01HR4J5-7VCaoApJvTDKRLA=w286-h429" width="286" /></div><span style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nzxc7fTY62rrmDCIQ56rEu3iIjNbuuuouUD1-__8kk69TaU5MYavH0bM2tj6BvdTae8TosWjPzznvNjsu--DGTuX67Gw6CV8lsxFlcU2_VScLqThHeoyYZbno0qeRYVMqG78wDGlTlAyVssJPUoTUbOS_GuXXWCdUIBP1bZQTys8Pg302j1cSCgwCA/s4032/Day%202%20(A001)%20(39).heic" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="511" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nzxc7fTY62rrmDCIQ56rEu3iIjNbuuuouUD1-__8kk69TaU5MYavH0bM2tj6BvdTae8TosWjPzznvNjsu--DGTuX67Gw6CV8lsxFlcU2_VScLqThHeoyYZbno0qeRYVMqG78wDGlTlAyVssJPUoTUbOS_GuXXWCdUIBP1bZQTys8Pg302j1cSCgwCA/w288-h511/Day%202%20(A001)%20(39).heic" width="288" /></a><br /><br /></span></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;">The Beatles posed under the Norman-style arched <b>church doorway</b>, with John taking the lead in most of the shots, clasping his hands as if in prayer, turning his back to the camera, throwing menacing looks, and shaking his fist while the others feigned serious expressions. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtPQxjohgUhhAe5utjfnxvDSDnIJU-KOYikH5sW0R6BudB3NWo0z15kGoTte8H9R6-rcKq4kXOqkicXD_bDLxzzW3m3HabuzD0F8yDVoQOOga1ZIbPU9ZWDpbEWlhdEpwh0zFrUzAkh8juhDbcIG5ITZQMXFiGKpfz7My-KJfQaWMYa5tFBtCApkwCtw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1597" data-original-width="1050" height="439" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtPQxjohgUhhAe5utjfnxvDSDnIJU-KOYikH5sW0R6BudB3NWo0z15kGoTte8H9R6-rcKq4kXOqkicXD_bDLxzzW3m3HabuzD0F8yDVoQOOga1ZIbPU9ZWDpbEWlhdEpwh0zFrUzAkh8juhDbcIG5ITZQMXFiGKpfz7My-KJfQaWMYa5tFBtCApkwCtw=w289-h439" width="289" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjeFkrtAdWJ0Z1U-CZf17sp2oq3VZO-1uq_4txU-MOoVkZ0WdmACVxlLGyCIZaiFDTmNmdl-havxVltWDbskye3X0-Y4dl61uDJsPNluP-NBuUFtXIs43TZOlXAG1qWAi9gueAqHKwdAbnPKXgJtjVD_qI4KMF5g-OhG1iQfb5lgLYRYl73RBTWZ743iQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="437" data-original-width="298" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjeFkrtAdWJ0Z1U-CZf17sp2oq3VZO-1uq_4txU-MOoVkZ0WdmACVxlLGyCIZaiFDTmNmdl-havxVltWDbskye3X0-Y4dl61uDJsPNluP-NBuUFtXIs43TZOlXAG1qWAi9gueAqHKwdAbnPKXgJtjVD_qI4KMF5g-OhG1iQfb5lgLYRYl73RBTWZ743iQ=w256-h375" width="256" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">According to The Beatles' London, location #9 was an opportunistic moment on the part of Don McCullin, who, on noticing the small crowd gathering behind the <b>railings</b> dividing the church and gardens made the Beatles (and Yoko) mingle among them for the final set of photos.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This produced what might very well be the third image of the Beatles I ever set eyes on - the photo used on the inner gatefold sleeve of my parents' <i>The Beatles 1962-1966</i> and <i>The Beatles 1967-70 </i>'Red' and 'Blue' compilation albums - my 1970's entry point to the group.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2880" data-original-width="4800" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNifq0711xR77UA4s45rZCGsGkUkwDmmQGJsS5lYwMShxZoIkmgqC1YXGtqAJ-QMs2X-2a4vE5SyGjGOb5oJ30cU1vMNfSi5V5b-snsCOQ-MlBx5o5JvtcLVnJhMKEt26EB1K7sEAINTAowRfQcfPBiVbnI_Ah3MoWdiZ5UbpzjKdLLcDrCYfBb5ZPA/w678-h407/18b90cb63db371b03790b4f29398e78e.jpg" width="678" /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1985" data-original-width="3769" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiue5d2n2Q_d4IypR9J7seoz3tIccYuqBX4rrmHF0JMWMpVmdh4O0qTbmqnfYSG-fOcYq0XbVD4LnADvkE6hNb_3CPq2zES2GCjTezvtz85v1FwOwRFd799g7tR6IyrNBmXU1AA81ghItwopMwMQ1uu2iDYFK8Vr0MoAYfXFN31-n22WtNSxQVCsLCwGw/w675-h357/1-Day%202%20(A001)%20(64)%20BEST.jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="675" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Note that in the 54 years since the 'Mad Day Out', the obelisk that was lying on the floor (behind the railings, bottom right) during the Beatles' session has at some point been restored to its original position. The railings have also been replaced. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="518" data-original-width="987" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmUH22Xvl-nuh_7mSGQovi83Ph_1miC2rEzOW79zofjT6qecPvlvqh3wNzAqZFS269zwBMPALgSo1kO-rRDWY58jAH2UEhYu6xuXO-fI3VBoyLe-0hl3sQvW9bxNEI14UitGqG-_STa355-tdrkD-RF1J4D1O29koOhXS4eyTiB2AHzcDa0ydxGTxlw/w679-h357/Madday.JPG" width="679" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="625" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKt66kz6Of7fAdde6qTss9eJGgjOkvFJug6sQhK3joDGLVQcd1NSOG-syoHDVciaLgknDGWgiX35mNPNf0r6pUKXgaF3Yx-QdWWkQCGjwN_HZHriN9XVW_Mp4okEhevDNGAmtNPBrqjJOVMDgJQRXQe61R6g8Jhm8wwRiLvjvPzstlReize4u0A47k4Q/w680-h459/dd-beatles06_ph_0502489277.jpg" width="680" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">See you soon in Part 8 where we visit the setting for perhaps the Beatles best promotional films - Paperback Writer and Rain.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Information taken from <i>The Beatles' Londo</i>n book by Piet Schreuders, Mark Lewisohn and Adam Smith (1994).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Steve Bradley's site: </span><a href="https://arrivewithouttravelling.com/"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Beatles Blog - Arrive Without Travelling - for Beatles fans</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">My social media:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZBhn4LRGR596RvgEBklA0E4a2Qeh9WyYt2-nVIXRBm38tR5-Ko6a724DfyA-t1Taw_ZpctBpsE29oCqUYB5IJDoKlyM0cNxToQ5N3QUwcE4FWqG2l1TS2m7y1iwT_QBXjiwuNKjBbcYTaLD56EHZvM_VDMMD4KoR7JODGjbVIkXWeCyo5XuFrjJqHrg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="517" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZBhn4LRGR596RvgEBklA0E4a2Qeh9WyYt2-nVIXRBm38tR5-Ko6a724DfyA-t1Taw_ZpctBpsE29oCqUYB5IJDoKlyM0cNxToQ5N3QUwcE4FWqG2l1TS2m7y1iwT_QBXjiwuNKjBbcYTaLD56EHZvM_VDMMD4KoR7JODGjbVIkXWeCyo5XuFrjJqHrg=w403-h640" width="403" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-53474117275994016712023-04-09T23:57:00.006+01:002023-04-09T23:57:56.765+01:00Walking The Beatles' London - October 2022 (part six)<p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Evolver '62</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-45511552684104830592023-03-16T00:08:00.002+00:002023-03-16T21:27:25.381+00:00Behind That Locked Door: Inside the Harrison family home<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>25 Upton Green,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Speke,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Liverpool L24</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">When Beatles' historian Steve Bradley invited me and a few friends over for breakfast at the former home of George Harrison on Sunday morning, the opportunity to photograph the house from top to bottom was too good to miss. To amuse ourselves we also tried to recreate every known photograph of George at the house.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I remembered to bring some props, Steve remembered the buns, but did anyone remember the matches and candles?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_wFskwdNcLwnwb191pkiMLo6GjhAXrH9uo10N4tr-tvmgPiD_ToVuL05fDRb5m3az-9ihXGzA68npO9rLKFmSrcXL41Ln8z4UVT5wu8XRz1D2nQruQE9nqSrqY-eMzFHfrX-T8ViynIKOHEqsRTvJ2cGgTXPNQX_IUJEjHB_RDXAjKPzYwmFENIz6w/s4000/P1370374.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_wFskwdNcLwnwb191pkiMLo6GjhAXrH9uo10N4tr-tvmgPiD_ToVuL05fDRb5m3az-9ihXGzA68npO9rLKFmSrcXL41Ln8z4UVT5wu8XRz1D2nQruQE9nqSrqY-eMzFHfrX-T8ViynIKOHEqsRTvJ2cGgTXPNQX_IUJEjHB_RDXAjKPzYwmFENIz6w/w693-h390/P1370374.JPG" width="693" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixToZoggJEM9oCaKqlLTjTXqKanRUXlE5Sz8cWv73VNthtCng17DoB8g24XsDw5NAuYnot71Hh_ZwyE2p7wjyTNCWm_QbLjE1-uQ_245noTg9eonrP7xm2SJzw2S02nyhzSnZtHkKSloPWq2vOeH4G62zTrfjUHRBVJWCkwDQsFfLfSaiTvJ4rGsee6g/s1071/FB_IMG_1678653741808.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="803" data-original-width="1071" height="521" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixToZoggJEM9oCaKqlLTjTXqKanRUXlE5Sz8cWv73VNthtCng17DoB8g24XsDw5NAuYnot71Hh_ZwyE2p7wjyTNCWm_QbLjE1-uQ_245noTg9eonrP7xm2SJzw2S02nyhzSnZtHkKSloPWq2vOeH4G62zTrfjUHRBVJWCkwDQsFfLfSaiTvJ4rGsee6g/w694-h521/FB_IMG_1678653741808.jpg" width="694" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>25 Upton Green, the Harrison's family home from January 1950 until August 1962.</b> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2248" height="1202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiheuxRRbf4_9oCW8CCGjUgiwbxKEXxMSt3lsZx6YRci5BMKSX94JD59TRK-YTjBQLVEvpPniOiqIGAfKY-vzz2pHxjkXSVhlmJAvQbPTlZINOwt_21O-kwagPlhI9B39OkiQYj6RzR2pN-4Gzw7etoB6rRu7nyh2dK8JfLUtI6nv8GqRhiWXlkxymeIg/w676-h1202/1-P1370364.JPG" width="676" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The hallway leading to the kitchen and rear garden beyond.</b> </span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">George was six when he moved here. He would later tell the Beatles' biographer Hunter Davies that having previously only ever lived in a tiny two up, two down terraced house he found that here he could go from the hall to the sitting room, then into the kitchen, then into the hall again and back into the sitting-room. <i>"I just ran around and round it all that first day".</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFL6yXvFsUZh324lCXiIoHxfKn5y-fct2_yg4spVoKPVZIPFHekmcHskgKAGslKazmPq8VlUSClHthyukIGk-DaGjV3gXTAd8blSJEanXkJHNhvufO975iwhDOuwPFA8JhOmhB7WwfXGO-mhfwBIHa9vMf6lyB-MlsORrC3ilCrOm-W_ejFpOWmdoyA/s4000/P1370347.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFL6yXvFsUZh324lCXiIoHxfKn5y-fct2_yg4spVoKPVZIPFHekmcHskgKAGslKazmPq8VlUSClHthyukIGk-DaGjV3gXTAd8blSJEanXkJHNhvufO975iwhDOuwPFA8JhOmhB7WwfXGO-mhfwBIHa9vMf6lyB-MlsORrC3ilCrOm-W_ejFpOWmdoyA/w683-h384/P1370347.JPG" width="683" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">From the hall you turn right into the <b>sitting room</b> at the front of the house. The doors on the left take you through to the kitchen / diner.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTySIN-20e1fhzmz2nTqDH119ChEBKU6cnotQ0GOEiiunIAq4_eiaE2DBvpDHc-1qLZ9QuEYrd2ZuCrBvL7lBSGBl5qvQczTf7yt0ydr2jhV2lMPGzN6jIZXSBI0EiPgmJspX758PfQwUfaQpD_2D84A6FUL8kx19lyZRv5rv4N63WZybnMFuwkjZQWQ/w677-h381/20230312_105449.jpg" width="677" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The kitchen / diner.</b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The house now has a modern fitted kitchen but in the Harrison's time the units were freestanding. The green unit on the left of this photo is believed to be original, from the Harrison's time at Upton Green. For many years it was standing in the outhouse in the back garden, used by the family who moved into the house in 1962 to store tools and equipment. I took the photo below in 2017.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Unfortunately it was vandalised when the outhouse was broken into by local youths and thrown into the back garden where it remained, until the author helped the then owner bring it into the house for safety. It was, to use my best Ringo impersonation voice ' Bladdy heavy'.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLpLByRnCEEOy31a6uXcXMyrN5Y-He3-SdX3R6JShYzxgh58cQN-vjqBVxGTMdaYxLFxzjUPpxEsngMd0riv-IkzCmKJHfjHiODvi0EoEvCCbYhwRo4x4ZUUtIgzlQsO8Af4qlQVJwvdKF9ZREO5mp5raRXsZzbB454mRAr3YujdoS-7E_7H6ycTetA/s6000/DSC_0594.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="1018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLpLByRnCEEOy31a6uXcXMyrN5Y-He3-SdX3R6JShYzxgh58cQN-vjqBVxGTMdaYxLFxzjUPpxEsngMd0riv-IkzCmKJHfjHiODvi0EoEvCCbYhwRo4x4ZUUtIgzlQsO8Af4qlQVJwvdKF9ZREO5mp5raRXsZzbB454mRAr3YujdoS-7E_7H6ycTetA/w678-h1018/DSC_0594.JPG" width="678" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vVg8RWQGlUf1qMAk8EgWv7w9EruvCpwI3W4DyCaP_6n1PplG5hK4CJlK6svNTjiDW6aJ9VqF8C00yxqy5fMyttRx6L4OYw2T5j5hMkzJmIKShAQQ-y0LvyN0T0oSP4VB6x3KJiVSnGP09v41MphsewpDN8EbzjgwDoCBZZCtQkhzbeIywA3GoqMZrA/s2048/335016655_1581987725649105_2135748591938764344_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1724" data-original-width="2048" height="571" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vVg8RWQGlUf1qMAk8EgWv7w9EruvCpwI3W4DyCaP_6n1PplG5hK4CJlK6svNTjiDW6aJ9VqF8C00yxqy5fMyttRx6L4OYw2T5j5hMkzJmIKShAQQ-y0LvyN0T0oSP4VB6x3KJiVSnGP09v41MphsewpDN8EbzjgwDoCBZZCtQkhzbeIywA3GoqMZrA/w679-h571/335016655_1581987725649105_2135748591938764344_n.jpg" width="679" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The modern kitchen</b> (photo: Steve Bradley)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The current owner, Ken Lambert from Massachusetts, America purchased the house at auction in late 2021 with his bid of £171,000 eventually winning. Being friendly with the previous owner I have visited the property on several occasions and I was interested to see what changes Ken had made to the house since then. Had he followed the example set by the National Trust, owners of the childhood homes of John Lennon and Paul McCartney, and restored the house to look like a 1950s replica of the Harrison home, or had he gone the other way, fully modernising it for the benefit of his Airbnb guests? The answer is a bit of both. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxq8wr4DscG7WQlzSDyB-71yBW3-L7dcexihOWSpLTDt-M1r2mk7ZVNkyIkLmxp-4KjplS2J9Dh3Zokvy_riP_4ojpQhEb2qsCKPaA6Oor9aUwiOFyBI9WZ_GNhbFEjpP6dCZeSTCvD4JlkOpI2bKZIHACtsu6eZn8eaoH0lxeJ1EeFfN8C2dDRLV6g/s4032/20190319_175339.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1960" height="1384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxq8wr4DscG7WQlzSDyB-71yBW3-L7dcexihOWSpLTDt-M1r2mk7ZVNkyIkLmxp-4KjplS2J9Dh3Zokvy_riP_4ojpQhEb2qsCKPaA6Oor9aUwiOFyBI9WZ_GNhbFEjpP6dCZeSTCvD4JlkOpI2bKZIHACtsu6eZn8eaoH0lxeJ1EeFfN8C2dDRLV6g/w675-h1384/20190319_175339.jpg" width="675" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">A view from the top of the stairs. </span></b></span></div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrA6p6GzmuW0Bbzq6jY6rJe-KbW7lNSvuXzpu66_QlIyYY1dxkUjeb3-aAkIEOj4abnj0lBYczGycmWgzQjUa4C51oBuX66F0G4F37NVtGtTJvtvchGlamcqT93hg8XT-Q-t_NyUK3l-25JheNTlXm2UmMFFhzLQdkriW4VPj1RF0jRZayCd_Whl6Tg/s1080/FB_IMG_1678653761289.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrA6p6GzmuW0Bbzq6jY6rJe-KbW7lNSvuXzpu66_QlIyYY1dxkUjeb3-aAkIEOj4abnj0lBYczGycmWgzQjUa4C51oBuX66F0G4F37NVtGtTJvtvchGlamcqT93hg8XT-Q-t_NyUK3l-25JheNTlXm2UmMFFhzLQdkriW4VPj1RF0jRZayCd_Whl6Tg/w678-h509/FB_IMG_1678653761289.jpg" width="678" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YCwxcuXTW82P5DFx5h5AFeHyeVN_OTrmor116ME4C8mSYJd-5CaFOgtdNhaH6Yhb-nEwRXw85mKUeRW3D0jixS1Zy3hrAbNqyqVFCfiqNwxkuXfxwe9m_mUNZNsZN8yEPsQvIviwZ5uoDHt9QUWoHNmqRx3l0pCrNBBx4YSKAiaBXVVQFZ0_MoOWeg/w678-h509/FB_IMG_1678653763418.jpg" style="font-size: large;" width="678" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>George's bedroom, which he shared with his older brothers Peter and Harry.</b> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Around 1954 George bought his first guitar from a lad at his school called Raymond Hughes. Although it was a 'real cheapo horrible little guitar' George thought it was ok at the time. One day, he noticed a bolt on the back of the guitar's neck and letting curiosity get the better of him, he decided to unscrew it. The neck fell off and George couldn't get it back on again properly so he the guitar in two pieces in the cupboard in his bedroom. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">There it stayed (George remembered it might have been there for as long as a year) until his brother Peter fixed it back together, </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2EzaAJmvNFu_Ot_ITfesBl2fm0bF2IvOs7nJM88ZzHY-i3Rj6WpFNXp9kN4sr7DbGJuMQeKt5ldcvwJooCf6PuOtdHkXV9jbYlJtfOmp5YqZKynjU2hs8ZWKOlu1S_F-0Kw-3BAwoqAUEHKat_zVjhwCCkNcM0k3qtpHqwscT9K2z6MOaqlDimPuhQ/s4032/20190319_175031.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1960" height="1384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2EzaAJmvNFu_Ot_ITfesBl2fm0bF2IvOs7nJM88ZzHY-i3Rj6WpFNXp9kN4sr7DbGJuMQeKt5ldcvwJooCf6PuOtdHkXV9jbYlJtfOmp5YqZKynjU2hs8ZWKOlu1S_F-0Kw-3BAwoqAUEHKat_zVjhwCCkNcM0k3qtpHqwscT9K2z6MOaqlDimPuhQ/w672-h1384/20190319_175031.jpg" width="672" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The cupboard where George hid the guitar. It is now hidden by the sliding doors of the fitted wardrobe.</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LQQNq8rky3xzQ4dJIajfaQjRt1pdxosRTxAG1FdBpLGS4Fpuuxu0_0x2GyqmQtfthLJYhi1gggo1Z5oduoTNQezbizMirneKWiU9WpFTL1qYqLi6Kw74yJyGBDbaX79nhA9BkTsskJZirrJHX3e1iHHxnzKBe3OhJt6ObhOkSZ6cpa-282klUbs51Q/s4000/P1370351.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2248" height="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LQQNq8rky3xzQ4dJIajfaQjRt1pdxosRTxAG1FdBpLGS4Fpuuxu0_0x2GyqmQtfthLJYhi1gggo1Z5oduoTNQezbizMirneKWiU9WpFTL1qYqLi6Kw74yJyGBDbaX79nhA9BkTsskJZirrJHX3e1iHHxnzKBe3OhJt6ObhOkSZ6cpa-282klUbs51Q/w675-h1200/P1370351.JPG" width="675" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LQQNq8rky3xzQ4dJIajfaQjRt1pdxosRTxAG1FdBpLGS4Fpuuxu0_0x2GyqmQtfthLJYhi1gggo1Z5oduoTNQezbizMirneKWiU9WpFTL1qYqLi6Kw74yJyGBDbaX79nhA9BkTsskJZirrJHX3e1iHHxnzKBe3OhJt6ObhOkSZ6cpa-282klUbs51Q/s4000/P1370351.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></a></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcu0aQ32oooJLLd1xSfy8FbaAKGF-tfnCarEck5Ol8EZVwxxy5sAVgJrN3-emVo-9XVeB0beMQHMs3WGkw_5Gop_RLCd_UtpARYJHSa24pAYGhaRy3237e5Eg9UDj5i4F9j2Y0FJ0HO3K3bnlMIZDN-jfL9iiDqC5LcA4IJM5eJTorOkF5jsDZlLuWg/w676-h507/FB_IMG_1678653759311.jpg" width="676" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Louise's bedroom</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As the only daughter, George's sister Louise had her own bedroom until she went off to college, at which point Harry, the oldest brother moved into her vacated room. He married in 1958 and moved out, at which point George and Peter finally had a bedroom each.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7C_dZ6NyYuQSndllCyFZLKy_GXO0LnH7CElIgyHdU87hGHHHGbhRLO43KkLnjNW-7J2MfpE-VZqi-DdnosyB_ATzRaf-PhBL1ol9smHyfEgLsODWPHBXovNZzvzgbX8EzvovnuZcpMGYDgFTpmInVFSAl1roSjxYBtFiO3Hlzp4VQL345LyJkO7Bf4Q/s1015/FB_IMG_1678653746020.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="761" data-original-width="1015" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7C_dZ6NyYuQSndllCyFZLKy_GXO0LnH7CElIgyHdU87hGHHHGbhRLO43KkLnjNW-7J2MfpE-VZqi-DdnosyB_ATzRaf-PhBL1ol9smHyfEgLsODWPHBXovNZzvzgbX8EzvovnuZcpMGYDgFTpmInVFSAl1roSjxYBtFiO3Hlzp4VQL345LyJkO7Bf4Q/w674-h506/FB_IMG_1678653746020.jpg" width="674" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB414EeJCVIkTYkCr48-ideFmWmZk9z3WqfBdtv97jqicextbF5GsTF7-01ZEFH3TND01tCQdSM22qEQeWMQxzsWDwYZX_kN9PF4LCZFeaAr-EGzOhgKMV52T_QcnIvq1W6Knutpsc7NqXwB6ze0NdazerVqFJGlT4szHhLwGzb82esYr7YuEwZcO2bg/s1080/FB_IMG_1678653753089.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB414EeJCVIkTYkCr48-ideFmWmZk9z3WqfBdtv97jqicextbF5GsTF7-01ZEFH3TND01tCQdSM22qEQeWMQxzsWDwYZX_kN9PF4LCZFeaAr-EGzOhgKMV52T_QcnIvq1W6Knutpsc7NqXwB6ze0NdazerVqFJGlT4szHhLwGzb82esYr7YuEwZcO2bg/w676-h507/FB_IMG_1678653753089.jpg" width="676" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">George's parents' bedroom. You might be surprised to learn that Harold and Louise did not have the largest of the three bedrooms. </span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1378" data-original-width="1034" height="906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn52pEMfyA20Q5KXSnfCnVhEJ7sCx4IxA8y2905A8-24eNKpht0njtqTlDV-J-jSlGYSesVlQRZHmxHyDmEOBuMnbmkdUU2mR01292s6AVrQCCmSTo2i9mtPScxYnTb5jQwRE7Qk8BvEpwXHc9QbdhCtSf3WybZEfOumZqlTF_6QxjUH9EJvoT21SBBA/w679-h906/FB_IMG_1678653757238.jpg" width="679" /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The landing looking towards the rear, with doors to the bathroom (left) and WC (right).</span></b></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamHKOyAUrIAepek_sChpFGxl6Q1RyIRrr0qR4Gc6EtW03SUBeykXQTh2dHziA29MiWvnMSmv1V1ksUXkxRBmiYjIgu7LX3_vGo_6WpX_2KOepJ59A8mHvO0yki0RaZvmEvT3Z-NIuwlxdw3EdwmwlAvxMJ4k-tBw7ATdW_FTBPT1nbTXGuOksa_smMg/s1840/Bathroom.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1227" data-original-width="1840" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamHKOyAUrIAepek_sChpFGxl6Q1RyIRrr0qR4Gc6EtW03SUBeykXQTh2dHziA29MiWvnMSmv1V1ksUXkxRBmiYjIgu7LX3_vGo_6WpX_2KOepJ59A8mHvO0yki0RaZvmEvT3Z-NIuwlxdw3EdwmwlAvxMJ4k-tBw7ATdW_FTBPT1nbTXGuOksa_smMg/w676-h450/Bathroom.jpg" width="676" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The bathroom</b> (pre-2021, above) and now (below).</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">There was no bathroom in the Harrison's former home in Arnold Grove, Wavertree. There a tin bath, hung on a hook in the backyard was brought in once a week, set down in front of the fire and filled with hot water, in which each of the Harrison children would take their turn, whether they were dirty or not.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Ken Lambert has kept the original enamel bath and LCC (Liverpool Corporation) wash basin but installed a shower for the comfort of his guests. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Quarry Men / Beatles rehearsed in this tiled room for the natural acoustic echo. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmYTOE6KWr86loyzYyUhDnT-NGs_SPW3NJNtWE05D-wO2fT8-pw-RF_pRZC03pDO4ahKuk-PUnLHBsyHb1leZ5wmGPzwbnkyxmYkCn9ZwfgsTYQQgwV2Tq1LJhN4UzJpb5QUlkF_ywvp_an0ihAVovhgQBPFzby00Z4tcMqxXUlvWwe1T3ClaBmwaQw/w675-h380/P1370354.JPG" width="675" /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2248" height="1202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2toLQfzCtplyITJ70H9BtvoulrTvKp1q-oadWfrZaC8M6I5Vxsm0i26VbZP9WaLILPayYf9VWXeGui87wPPn0_kM1Hgk-0GLNhOjjTYliv1N9WO0DJwo_lpxEVr3oZqGrWrqD6EyFWDEduqzIXTYao3C_fuUCF-dwvcuiNGWjxBN2GOsvJ8gLe0WEAw/w676-h1202/P1370359.JPG" width="676" /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><b>George probably practiced in the toilet too, because as Paul would later confirm, "things sound better in the bog". </b>(caveat: it probably depends who's playing) </span><span style="text-align: justify;"> <b> </b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><b><!--more--></b></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2248" height="1204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhweKH6ZXZes7BWi-DeYzJS4Uhtyq04_J_xqR28BoiqLfOlXvP3JbltGc9PRlNTIsOiAtp4MuG_CVy5RLZOJYFu25Rp3Mmk2GHSqKRDdH5aEQiXt_EyelP1iGrZ87CtblNtHdGZ5X3xKMoCrBxXxddFNUC6YfagvknbrAo_576nvxKewmIdIk27SjhH9g/w677-h1204/Mural%20(8).JPG" width="677" /></span></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The back-garden. Harold, George's Dad had a car as did George's older brother Harry, so this long driveway at the rear was useful. George would have parked his Ford Anglia here in 1962 before the Harrisons moved to Mackets Lane in the August of that year.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qlIUczZk5ZRojl9_zhv7mxUYA0gH1DeV8gryjHRokjwcDD5NMJvpb5siEkyp4YpmRBxh085do48_M8frqYnAkZTYDCF0d58wyyjHJhvIOsvzmqjBsrBq846iKGsy4iq4S4DtlMPrBRlSsPVvB9u6GThpge8rbUfmytkcKDaoZd8-k09CD-xjhQiCcw/s441/AUG30%200003-1219%20(35).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="441" height="537" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qlIUczZk5ZRojl9_zhv7mxUYA0gH1DeV8gryjHRokjwcDD5NMJvpb5siEkyp4YpmRBxh085do48_M8frqYnAkZTYDCF0d58wyyjHJhvIOsvzmqjBsrBq846iKGsy4iq4S4DtlMPrBRlSsPVvB9u6GThpge8rbUfmytkcKDaoZd8-k09CD-xjhQiCcw/w676-h537/AUG30%200003-1219%20(35).jpg" width="676" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">T</span><span style="text-align: justify;">he Harrison family - Harry, Louise, George, Peter, Louise and Harold in the back garden of 25 Upton Green shortly after moving in. The view behind them as seen today, 73 years on (below)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8888Vx6kpQ94wso0uU7hKmcuJkvuHy9u-DQXEpdny9Vr5iWops5MyS4OEdrONO86amAXXdr2XDHqQUGhUoNDpw6VyYkYU3PQqihzOdt8R16IUgS-YUxv4tpLP8DA-7uK7oaR7w07fbMtvD4vRuRLRPFrg-wfMmv4bdwShfw06dlv3T2X3BFshWT_N7A/s1279/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2021062017%20214356.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1279" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8888Vx6kpQ94wso0uU7hKmcuJkvuHy9u-DQXEpdny9Vr5iWops5MyS4OEdrONO86amAXXdr2XDHqQUGhUoNDpw6VyYkYU3PQqihzOdt8R16IUgS-YUxv4tpLP8DA-7uK7oaR7w07fbMtvD4vRuRLRPFrg-wfMmv4bdwShfw06dlv3T2X3BFshWT_N7A/w677-h451/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2021062017%20214356.jpg" width="677" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTML7KNLZx5P0JGjond-bhCiVXh2Vhiw6HkYmkb1wYV5mq37z9in45fIReWMxlFdE5wmRwLRbwCbhbX1CyrEReOoHMtLesMaeYCdJT9YzajDIOLBmUaf3jtyeFo8EQyPn5f0Pobx6GOic2EOVV4lIFXlNgWXymjKc5micCwahVUJ5nLtD2CLsorNRcYA/s1426/FB_IMG_1678653771416.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1426" data-original-width="1070" height="445" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTML7KNLZx5P0JGjond-bhCiVXh2Vhiw6HkYmkb1wYV5mq37z9in45fIReWMxlFdE5wmRwLRbwCbhbX1CyrEReOoHMtLesMaeYCdJT9YzajDIOLBmUaf3jtyeFo8EQyPn5f0Pobx6GOic2EOVV4lIFXlNgWXymjKc5micCwahVUJ5nLtD2CLsorNRcYA/w334-h445/FB_IMG_1678653771416.jpg" width="334" /></span></a></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG8l-M0_Zlh5SriBVGtv_-oUZp11E7RAlfxh3497E_AjxH6QuluCnmQMWl90Fef8B9ZDEDHnywjYtqfmpFBbTkAcqihnA-IZLCdiaROEdAuGu6jsePhJcBKRzj82G3qULCm0m12Wjm8NvQ64TbKf2k9IuFH6lUFcaeZ2lJSACMd0vOqhTpC_NGgucaA/s2016/FB_IMG_1643727004030.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG8l-M0_Zlh5SriBVGtv_-oUZp11E7RAlfxh3497E_AjxH6QuluCnmQMWl90Fef8B9ZDEDHnywjYtqfmpFBbTkAcqihnA-IZLCdiaROEdAuGu6jsePhJcBKRzj82G3qULCm0m12Wjm8NvQ64TbKf2k9IuFH6lUFcaeZ2lJSACMd0vOqhTpC_NGgucaA/s2016/FB_IMG_1643727004030.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="980" height="447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG8l-M0_Zlh5SriBVGtv_-oUZp11E7RAlfxh3497E_AjxH6QuluCnmQMWl90Fef8B9ZDEDHnywjYtqfmpFBbTkAcqihnA-IZLCdiaROEdAuGu6jsePhJcBKRzj82G3qULCm0m12Wjm8NvQ64TbKf2k9IuFH6lUFcaeZ2lJSACMd0vOqhTpC_NGgucaA/w218-h447/FB_IMG_1643727004030.jpg" width="218" /></span></a></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><b>The outside loo. Yesterday's papers to clean up. Watch for spiders!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I find it interesting that in a new build house with mod-cons which, in 1950, included central heating, a bathroom and an indoor toilet, 25 Upton Green also had a throwback to the past with and additional, outdoor toilet, as did Paul McCartney's council house in Forthlin Road. John Lennon in his posh, privately owned Menlove Avenue house only had one. For the Harrisons it was probably a welcome feature, and having to answer the call of nature outdoors in the darkness of winter was something they would all have grown up with.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="1191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsjve-JCdpx6zijutYh9G-J2oP-Al4a69mTve4aY-P3wyYLs0nK274x4GJvS1wZSys-l4uKi8AAdYqrmMIfG_itqn40L5ByByErdyQhE4YwmJjD6OQ3VJa-irrgm4U6GiCK7zIiJJWmj-87v8f-jdkNkCBPuxKbivYQs7IJJRs2ATiGffPBeskMfj-tw/w670-h1191/20230312_105230.jpg" width="670" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3400" data-original-width="2262" height="1013" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionrCTzE7brJB-Y0ely9VVLtcMv_bCDMJ5rvBIAe8zkztxEofm7IRWz3N8jEan-HMJv3Tlj8s2N4LVvvXWOqSU-4sMI0xcjca6Jm-A0ERZN53VFypTjkVUtq2qr6qOZw2nmMv-g5OCP7dtgx3svYF5fzJp8tSYLaTLAA18kcSILfPYC2aj43toTd8dGg/w674-h1013/Mural%20(1).jpg" width="674" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The "All Things Must Pass" inspired mural on the wall of the outhouse. Nice job.</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><b>25 Upton Green: Then and Now</b></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="540" height="1028" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLT7Y0-oqUzSmZAn8vOoaF0XyWM6GQCv9cjY2nHhG7VvU07Qex2iE4bfi6fExs3hCaipMltxHCHRFOW_DHmElmM3tv-_zl8iJZvPIEumOG5D2Dgc1gh_ynMac-hj1OC6_1QEh3-pH2LcpKnBcB_yJQRpFAhcdXaAoiUQl5ThYgtMPRE3Uva69xq89WSg/w678-h1028/best%20version.jpg" width="678" /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">George in his carpet slippers on the rug in front of the bay window.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="679" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztmXCIIWctbhO1cnEtm8rT2gCcpILYKxl12Yi9iZce5aPh73sIBNbbugUoHnivjeFl40BqAts9HIymhmCDrRp0YwD8zv7Me34LxwWI7nYsW8bUmRD6aUenPTf5gtAykG7LOZtKfUA54cQHpg3-K2x5wXSYblMdtW2BE67lxM_KT_houIEkP_FE3TsmA/w679-h679/Window%20(14).jpg" width="679" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="678" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCMdIzQfg2yxPmuAmAPlBsZbHpQIzt66xHLXX8Y6buDreNFOlRCIqw2UM8j0R7ZF32k1NAH-3DmZne12DXiavQBIL65ZAOtwaDgt7Wd9BNcq6t8TyhemvDjGG_GqLn26sV8NEehQNWE2iGJhBnk8LGoZYq_0ZPK0yhMGmrOfYG8BwLfpeHYzYb7JW9A/w678-h678/Window%20(15).jpg" width="678" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="675" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbnrJMztzohlbbwUgSHDVjBV0NlwMegUoqzJbNFApfEDpR-np4jC35s-riNxlfePKEjVQpU7sMw-s7KmoDZVsWMfmfF5MmpKv3pbbNzUo8ziWFE6bZiBk82t8uaol7mHE32gcewd25l6slKD21lutYFuZWRlHtiNNaKmfRAMTQt2vMH-1ZFPYAk-TKg/w675-h675/Window%20(16).jpg" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; text-align: justify;" width="675" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Photo collages by Angela Leighton-Jones</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuorZZ7Xb_vadxlltQc5H7gJQnDkfdY_ZdUYqUqaZIW1xlxXgwzd-P-ueDG5sK7mQzlzBjn6XhogC0KJotxBiOafixUhZcvQGEXW1oD_tSSm6f4UzK9YWN046Ty2yvI9IkEraQtB5dUaRv6WlTFU3DPMULKcrnEegZd-tQEr5Ndg_L8lLZpl_uaLNKbw/s1280/334983440_188391500567866_7355158772834388886_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1275" height="676" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuorZZ7Xb_vadxlltQc5H7gJQnDkfdY_ZdUYqUqaZIW1xlxXgwzd-P-ueDG5sK7mQzlzBjn6XhogC0KJotxBiOafixUhZcvQGEXW1oD_tSSm6f4UzK9YWN046Ty2yvI9IkEraQtB5dUaRv6WlTFU3DPMULKcrnEegZd-tQEr5Ndg_L8lLZpl_uaLNKbw/w674-h676/334983440_188391500567866_7355158772834388886_n.jpg" width="674" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">George and brother Peter in front of the fireplace, circa July-August 1961</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwT7mCtfmEFpsGQxSIst_osDJ8oF68ty-vY58zHyzFkEUT6eF2RtmBQIbUxjpeyfWsAakB7YDjpQN_M52oVS8nAiCsWvaVwUKP8qYEcMiPbADUHvT0o7wyl81_aHLM2GP9J0aIXpI1rl-udY9XIjpk26jkBPeyTX-cFhyfX2dfJVvOlUw77VhmjGzrQ/w675-h380/P1370368.JPG" style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;" width="675" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">All credit to the new owner's wife who sourced wallpaper that closely resembles the Harrison's original.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As mentioned earlier, John and Paul would come to the house to rehearse, encouraged to do so by George's mum. Paul lived practically in the next road but for John, the Speke estate was not familiar territory and his first visit to the house provided an amusing anecdote for the Beatles authorised biography in 1968. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On entering the living room, George shouted 'Mum, here's John!' and John stepped forward to shake Louise's hand. Somehow he tripped over the rug, stumbled into her and the pair fell on top of each other on the sofa. With impeccable timing George's father Harold entered the room. 'What the hell's going on here?' he asked, quite understandably. 'It's OK, Dad,' said George, 'it's only John', this seemingly being sufficient explanation to diffuse the situation. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is said that Louise enjoyed John's sense of humour, and he remained fond of her until she passed in 1970, sending George this postcard shortly afterwards. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8XRqMIG8X7ugN2sTf86ei2VZH5CRY1wTyB49m-JD41oaEguloNE36ANwIHbw8qSd7pQExkPwdttO0MnHCQWQLZ8AcD10A_eGniuqaCivO6F2NkrEKhbt6DGnNr0PWKcGBZ9m9o_NMy9dk9wHJ_XtNR7uvDZudnUAEXsyJt-DGPY7PVmmBzavNX_am6w/s645/tumblr_ncx7rbCluS1qalx0to2_1280.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="645" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8XRqMIG8X7ugN2sTf86ei2VZH5CRY1wTyB49m-JD41oaEguloNE36ANwIHbw8qSd7pQExkPwdttO0MnHCQWQLZ8AcD10A_eGniuqaCivO6F2NkrEKhbt6DGnNr0PWKcGBZ9m9o_NMy9dk9wHJ_XtNR7uvDZudnUAEXsyJt-DGPY7PVmmBzavNX_am6w/w678-h494/tumblr_ncx7rbCluS1qalx0to2_1280.png" width="678" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="741" data-original-width="785" height="644" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31GgbcLAHbSeMoFidfb0DiFxo99Xa8STqaPtDtbUbvmhwOxb3rFgQ-8z_vEb-vdNIco0wmwUs-I0HEpinzpDMsb-fGeiCfCwCqIXnzx6vpvrUbGkQLyRMgSiqzzcTFct3mHV3R7VGg56TF1oD5h9NItUZhhlJ1VPNpCUfAPXYb3YDZ8GZriLlUNNLfA/w682-h644/Couch%20guitars%20(2).jpg" width="682" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">George acquired his Gretsch Duo Jet guitar in mid-July 1961, a couple of weeks after the Beatles returned from their second visit to Hamburg, and he sold his Futurama bottom left soon after, which helps date these pictures.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipkpHWETLmpw3qd4GMAXs4CXMy2S10W49Yq7EaBbaCxPTyvUTpBYEES4H5MNN08ZnFVDEVt6ou0otoirUXqbjvRnRtiHlXpPNRGgG7s99328Btx17y3E9yl6-SHWFkedG90VG0w7sutDP0-jeEEGRgmokQUpMEOtELJmf0BjuVbqWsilO_hjWUYbBB9A/w676-h380/Couch%20guitars%20(5).jpg" width="676" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Airbnb guests staying at the house have access to guitars and a record player complete with Beatles records. You have to bring your own shoes though.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRC_mYhKwKBUpDzb1079cwBwtvd-AxyxJsJq0-v58txOYvIj0VamtL7wP46LeKtY3s26xEPFe3W-CD5upXIAot9E9dsy8pOxehCCMe8eiMwxNkKYK0f1Zg7c3vPohM6cSpJX8RL1a3H_OPHRJYidhtjXVYb3OeQQ5_u0lNU0xzDaZfdieDM5r4HfaNfg/w675-h506/335615203_1973140246370554_8032601444593658437_n.jpg" width="675" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1829" data-original-width="1792" height="689" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-shJiaxtuPaswIurR_30T3WLZ8fauaL63-CUVHS2r5CX3vyFuDLceB_M8bhSjuvmjYCMWGTKoNYJIWsKF77S0ThRff53C3jkiiVQz2iYcm3--qHbfNrber3DHEwzKyMYmTH82SJkZWADqlZ6nVB_psb4ZtOD8nKBrROLYQpsfnora9wEfSJhwMyg2Fg/w676-h689/Drinking%20(2).jpg" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;" width="676" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Mum Louise Harrison and her son George enjoying a tipple.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1aczd4OJ8Eu2sDeuyMAt243P8VnHDNcaOioCop9_5J2KV1gnB2bvqOhnximY0eW-83AlVudLVGcLwrQZ956qaHlAJTfXCIsyOKtXVUNe3vmfNvC_MrfgyWfkyshbNXsT9TYQCWgJVs-nvP0vC6E4gSM4QkW0trz2pUVhQgwyJzpJieYrYRwa-0VF5BA/w677-h508/Drinking%20(1).jpg" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;" width="677" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The bootleg "Louise" admiring her hairless son, "George". (George Hairless-son).</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBE1MaQVaj_Ot06jn6iGkH4oiJ1dV5LgPOez6RnijvppzpfUtLjjNjnRZ5m-MvLTVoGpEYhVZ03qKe8kmmbbbNRrUDVOoiURSa5_V2R_cvzXYK1CLfdBkPCVZH3_TpeitENhK71X9ZO1NQYPj1Kq1BkTC0AGXJmkDdh0Y93FbAegcegzPl9lAdhU-EkQ/s760/Outside%20on%20the%20green%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="590" height="872" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBE1MaQVaj_Ot06jn6iGkH4oiJ1dV5LgPOez6RnijvppzpfUtLjjNjnRZ5m-MvLTVoGpEYhVZ03qKe8kmmbbbNRrUDVOoiURSa5_V2R_cvzXYK1CLfdBkPCVZH3_TpeitENhK71X9ZO1NQYPj1Kq1BkTC0AGXJmkDdh0Y93FbAegcegzPl9lAdhU-EkQ/w676-h872/Outside%20on%20the%20green%20(1).jpg" width="676" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">George off to a gig, photographed from the front door of 25 Upton Green.<span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We suspect this photo might have been taken on Saturday 8 March 1958, the day Paul McCartney's cousin Ian married. Paul, John and George performed at the reception where Paul's brother Michael took the first ever colour photographs of them together. This was one of, if not <i>the</i>, first appearance George made with the Quarry Men, and perhaps the Harrisons wanted a photo to mark the occasion.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0pNIvsBq8BpMZO1VZNSOwwdEq7rXskMESP3_27ARQsjWDnSXZLOV2K97RyiTMGNNxGvyBeCLoM27aq6A3OWEy6TB4XhvDnx2Aw4JR04N594hUaehmxRYuPntpfHTGnwPmbeRZ1-Dv17BqfvuGiBzEgR4aQIBvXgXYHtfg-pP1jLsksSBYaaM3Gwpfg/s1742/Outside%20on%20the%20green%20(7).jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1742" data-original-width="1162" height="1012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0pNIvsBq8BpMZO1VZNSOwwdEq7rXskMESP3_27ARQsjWDnSXZLOV2K97RyiTMGNNxGvyBeCLoM27aq6A3OWEy6TB4XhvDnx2Aw4JR04N594hUaehmxRYuPntpfHTGnwPmbeRZ1-Dv17BqfvuGiBzEgR4aQIBvXgXYHtfg-pP1jLsksSBYaaM3Gwpfg/w674-h1012/Outside%20on%20the%20green%20(7).jpg" width="674" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">There are a lot more cars than there were in 1958! (photo: Steve Bradley)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Thanks to Steve Bradley (and son) for the invite, Angela Leighton-Jones, Brian Lewis and Jackie Holmes for sharing in the fun.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>Fancy staying here?</b> </span> Here's a link: <a href="https://www.airbnb.co.uk/rooms/578931326117943145?source_impression_id=p3_1661820543_DuVVVgkfG6Tj1iVy&_set_bev_on_new_domain=1678907483_MTJmZmQ1NzI0Yjk5&modal=PHOTO_TOUR_SCROLLABLE">25 Upton Green </a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="902" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijXHFoPX5hThoQ2C7PFsYFXeA9rZDlCM8Hnh5UBw8g_S_PHxO3W4flH7H-vb_VLfqkrJ6GeLZ_7buuyR23GjIk3wdLEp7ks9c22_8VCkbbhoWtDp9BL7ZZxQPJVm2hXwwAgzGwCjbsZ2WWiEojQa3OCfms8WduvSbfZJmo-BE2d2IYyH9KRNca1xgG2w/w676-h902/FB_IMG_1678653765544.jpg" width="676" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="903" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXD0qbENVWvvNAvyZiptakh4qkKzdaRMaK_oFGoowJX9_1VRTvVz4Nkv3_-H48y5FpFxWu9n9qSOdlOUj4zk7ikxMSkFCi9SSqWCTak-916iiott0c4PosA5gDjwvN4HIGUSQf5xUmxqEQazJBFBYDQjBaNhzNrDbzPXQK1QT8Lg_XU48kDFKu7qtEjQ/w677-h903/FB_IMG_1678653793014.jpg" width="677" /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgengLnc5ClTovxvawbtgC74i8EiXctTu58e0CINTVskm7CsAxHfjB2TxfYe8HAKf3lntw68DISwPf8OG3ehpbPysrT1OLPI_9_aQxWY2o84pVxSjz3UoD7t2EMutvO43nFrAqM4kawCiAu8pqVK4DH3UDB0xdtYeoXGZ_r5YEgdhlU9RpvtrGkDQ22mQ/w674-h379/1-P1370370.JPG" width="674" /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="687" data-original-width="434" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq3uyi1TrvIaLlZfowOGB_dC7uU12p4C8s-CeyBpc28R_WO0WgmTAqgoEJTVB22FnBsGx0uoDPcid1hTZgpAH7aVZMWVy7-CRTLekr_8EhJywqOF5N01NqyRMcsexid12di6iTBL-V7BhxgCNtjr861eiu20_pki33MHJkTeP0Rx2lpTXoFQrMmaqCtQ/w404-h640/Upton%20Green%201955.jpg" width="404" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The Gore's (Kelly's) Directory for Upton Green in 1955</b></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbfGAXCH3xObWIyWzVk8yrQU5aGz_qrVnBJLWkLvkMgnWp-udBKBcyxE3sNXC-YwL4UCPT_YAQDGSIoh0h2FdoMoq5bhqGBn_Lfbgf8W68hISROMgism0CnMXArhhnjUGq0EjdW7K5MRX-BVBTNrbuElVnAB-d5pLILADQ_IjPed7z-uzugH9dE6VfHQ/s800/DSC_0988.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="625" height="864" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbfGAXCH3xObWIyWzVk8yrQU5aGz_qrVnBJLWkLvkMgnWp-udBKBcyxE3sNXC-YwL4UCPT_YAQDGSIoh0h2FdoMoq5bhqGBn_Lfbgf8W68hISROMgism0CnMXArhhnjUGq0EjdW7K5MRX-BVBTNrbuElVnAB-d5pLILADQ_IjPed7z-uzugH9dE6VfHQ/w675-h864/DSC_0988.JPG" width="675" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzur0aAsOKboIGFWkiE9L5_xbkxM6Enu6L0_RPJP8ihlqMFGj57_gagm7s2QSW12NFn_VCxTeQ0DFDHJCjnKsC4znb-2ohsdXukKVlRAAQHJt4Mb4Y3uoTbA6Vm-wvdGsEtCiaosadssOL9z3VyX33frGhbmGPLDNzrVL0sAufir8ZWDp8zd74fQXsA/s800/DSC_0989.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="629" height="857" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzur0aAsOKboIGFWkiE9L5_xbkxM6Enu6L0_RPJP8ihlqMFGj57_gagm7s2QSW12NFn_VCxTeQ0DFDHJCjnKsC4znb-2ohsdXukKVlRAAQHJt4Mb4Y3uoTbA6Vm-wvdGsEtCiaosadssOL9z3VyX33frGhbmGPLDNzrVL0sAufir8ZWDp8zd74fQXsA/w675-h857/DSC_0989.JPG" width="675" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">A letter George wrote while living at 25 Upton Green to Stuart Sutcliffe in Hamburg, circa 16 December 1960 (photographed by the author at the Hard Rock Cafe, Manchester) </span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Harrison photographs <span style="font-size: x-small;">(C)</span> the Harrison family. All text and modern photographs by me unless stated. </span></div><p></p>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-66509749387849680672023-03-09T00:09:00.002+00:002023-04-09T23:56:10.074+01:00Walking The Beatles' London - October 2022 (part five)<div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="747" data-original-width="1024" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaA44gl7BRynrIuGqKGQO30SBvytjcVI1sR_8ANHpVMYeUdAeLb5jJpqaB2-2sqwpkFUl8bRWEJKFEP5m0xEVSZLUbmwsMIF5Qw74xWaOlLKqNkHaDWVk03kd8ppiLtzgWQTZmhxrpEEOUDaooQC7ZI_aUOLbHYkc3lgR5n-mJFacw09VucgQ0Won44g/w679-h494/12BEEBjp-jumbo-v2.jpg" width="679" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;">A recap: On
Saturday 8 October 2022, I travelled down to ‘That London’</span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference" style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;">
with my fellow Beatles historian Steve Bradley </span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference" style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"> to
attend Evolver 62, Mark Lewisohn’s one-man show at the Bloomsbury Theatre. </span></span></div></div></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The show didn’t start
until 7.30pm so we agreed in advance that it would be too late to travel home
afterwards and decided to make a weekend of it. Armed with The Beatles London<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>,
the indispensable guide to the 467 Beatles’ sites in the capital, Steve drew up
an itinerary and we decided to try and visit as many as we could. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Of course, we
didn't get anywhere near the magic 467, but we managed to see quite a lot of
them...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">And so, without
further ado, here's part five:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><o:p>Remaining in S</o:p>oho, we returned to Rupert Street. </div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray; color: white;">24 Rupert Street, W1</span><span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wI4ycAhttRS0FSjfM9RTbo4SZpMhbxznqL7wGRmn5Ir5arhILbpCsJ7LUhFT4vw4zk4CwLg0nTDJePzCLXEzX7rNnqF4nqHw10jv0YENKpAxA5f-fb9PHd9MoVJ34BI2HLfKMu8O7LAEa4aLLkL1NcpMRIhkgUL-WQUlWau92dE6kedKMEBUnzDlYQ/s1256/Sound_City_Tornados_ad_1962_kwcqrb.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1256" data-original-width="548" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wI4ycAhttRS0FSjfM9RTbo4SZpMhbxznqL7wGRmn5Ir5arhILbpCsJ7LUhFT4vw4zk4CwLg0nTDJePzCLXEzX7rNnqF4nqHw10jv0YENKpAxA5f-fb9PHd9MoVJ34BI2HLfKMu8O7LAEa4aLLkL1NcpMRIhkgUL-WQUlWau92dE6kedKMEBUnzDlYQ/w276-h632/Sound_City_Tornados_ad_1962_kwcqrb.jpg" width="276" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="633" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyV9MPAR5wdJJE5F77PKswBYr5yHfPvMs8g5CheaIfgaFHHv6mfDWesomjCdxxNI3HulD6rqc-0dhFrpZZvvmdxPqFOvdjcxmIATStxoWAvlsSofQyOw8yuQtQtYkCWCGOKioF3ssLLop_byBgR0-BDIcNfb-u_8EI-U0mGU3ddoCu9SE1Fpb5sgHq9A/w356-h633/Day_1_(A001)_(87).jpg" width="356" /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This shop was formerly the premises of <b>Sound
City</b>, a guitar shop where (one of) the Beatles came (at least once) to buy
instruments.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In the Summer of 1963, George Harrison popped into the shop, attracted by the selection of Gretsch guitars and met the manager Bob Adams. George left with a brand new Gretsch Chet Atkins Country Gentleman guitar which he used a few weeks later on the recording session for 'She Loves You.' </span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Rolling Stones were also patrons, Brian Jones purchasing a Harmony Stratotone Mars H46 guitar here in October 1962.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The shop was owned by Ivor Arbiter who had began his career working in a saxophone repair shops around Soho. His father Joe Arbiter was the saxophonist in Harry Roy's big band during the 1930s and 1940s. In 1961 Ivor opened <b>Drum City</b>, which we'll visit shortly, and a year later Sound City, which specialised in guitars and amplifiers. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Sound City became so popular that by March 1964 Ivor had moved to larger premises just a few doors away from Drum City. It continued to be frequented by all the big names through the 1960s and beyond.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xal1ePlAOmSUFyRfaCECeRAtphtcqoJNYOrbS6JQSIlhRtbQWPiMhG7UqoVHy1ORqz9KCNmGVJVkQ63UgcNSebCouaCDosdvZAmEnD08nJVc1Gf7fcQsAxKw6w6XYefPRmy5B52i1uuW4MlzJLMc6j5jriNC0gOdc9vS7AE5WXIALflt0eBmw42jbA/s650/Sound_City_Rupert_St_c._63_Andy_Babiuk_x9upcm%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="650" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xal1ePlAOmSUFyRfaCECeRAtphtcqoJNYOrbS6JQSIlhRtbQWPiMhG7UqoVHy1ORqz9KCNmGVJVkQ63UgcNSebCouaCDosdvZAmEnD08nJVc1Gf7fcQsAxKw6w6XYefPRmy5B52i1uuW4MlzJLMc6j5jriNC0gOdc9vS7AE5WXIALflt0eBmw42jbA/w679-h480/Sound_City_Rupert_St_c._63_Andy_Babiuk_x9upcm%20(1).jpg" width="679" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Sound City in 1963 </b>(photo: Andy Babiuk)</span></div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: grey; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: grey; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>7-14 Coventry Street (at Rupert Street), W1</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="679" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPj4USJCOKfm_Efv5JXuMtWpEbT0a5rRSczvpbjrULxjlTc83tUQH_j92gxo0ildFsUtAooNy2_l_i9uXMfHVl1dCIw1NeFkVkqjdO-6NmDlVhxfPHdwqTYBVE2XVs8RXxLFe7pVe6yP5WWIn42SMY-R8FDWyyogrrr_DIQkFe1Mwc2ann70X4u9gNA/w313-h472/Lyons-Corner-House-1966-Coventry-Street-night-copy-679x1024.jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="313" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHFk4mBIa4mTCrIeBIr1Sylfy1uMCC_uuiWXAIudH9t4j2j8W7F5G2pbZndCG40V9M0HRN49V4aVNjFPTFslSTBCJRr0jvowzzwPlrQ1fFOsSBmd5qoZAJq6leqZSIscRmKnwFVMdxMMSDclCgUxeHOhpKZgZXiBFa7ZE4PQaeGCPzE2z4OtwVj3lpw/s4032/Day_1_(A001)_(89).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHFk4mBIa4mTCrIeBIr1Sylfy1uMCC_uuiWXAIudH9t4j2j8W7F5G2pbZndCG40V9M0HRN49V4aVNjFPTFslSTBCJRr0jvowzzwPlrQ1fFOsSBmd5qoZAJq6leqZSIscRmKnwFVMdxMMSDclCgUxeHOhpKZgZXiBFa7ZE4PQaeGCPzE2z4OtwVj3lpw/w264-h470/Day_1_(A001)_(89).jpg" width="264" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Carrying on to the end of Rupert Street we
paused for a moment on the north west corner at the junction with Coventry Street. What is now the Shrimp and Grill was
formerly <b>J Lyons & Co's</b> first corner house restaurant, which opened in
1909 and only closed in 1990.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On the evening of 31 December 1966, George
Harrison, Brian Epstein and friends went to Annabel’s nightclub, planning to see in the
New Year there. However, even by 1966 being a Beatles wasn't always enough to circumvent
a strict dress policy. George was refused entry for not wearing a tie, and
knowing his outspoken views on said accessory, he probably didn’t like the one he was
offered.</span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Instead, the party moved on, welcoming 1967 here in less stuffy surroundings.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The black and white photograph above was taken in 1966.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: grey; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: grey; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>31 Coventry Street (at Oxendon Street), W1</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZcSjRYCewwN8Pd_RDIqSp9jjU6gpKhwH8m6OR0YY6OeW9EAHZj4JADaKa9JzP6K_jisei-Aic8pfDnCD5dHbV9SdOngWOyIWsbCCgsYFpdKqO7FEjO5-WjFXeOaTTndMn0iwfrXpgU-oSAsWQ3LS7HTv1E4eidFGsMAUH8xicsWLK3l-X7MOK4T6Hw/s3340/1-Day%201%20(A001)%20(286).JPG" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3340" data-original-width="2225" height="1019" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZcSjRYCewwN8Pd_RDIqSp9jjU6gpKhwH8m6OR0YY6OeW9EAHZj4JADaKa9JzP6K_jisei-Aic8pfDnCD5dHbV9SdOngWOyIWsbCCgsYFpdKqO7FEjO5-WjFXeOaTTndMn0iwfrXpgU-oSAsWQ3LS7HTv1E4eidFGsMAUH8xicsWLK3l-X7MOK4T6Hw/w678-h1019/1-Day%201%20(A001)%20(286).JPG" width="678" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Directly opposite is the <b>Prince of Wales Theatre</b>, built in 1937 to replace a previous theatre on the site. In the 1950s it hosted variety and revues starring performers such as Norman WIsdom, Peter Sellers, Bob Hope, Gracie Fields, Benny Hill, Frankie Howerd and Morecambe and Wise.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was the venue for the 1963 Royal Variety Show, where in the presence of the Queen Mother and Princess Margaret, John famously asked the audience for assistance: <i>‘For our last number, I’d like to ask your help. Will the people in the cheaper seats clay your hands? And the rest of you, if you just rattle your jewellery.’ </i></span></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj16oygFyUoNxlP42NH2XGkAm4pynjOTT8PiiywzpvGz6RIx2Bcp4cBnBFbyDO8w2NrpfdBxR4VmgQBUf6RNOqC9IMLzMltbcSz7VhLTnIH_0G8jxx1guQGzFb3agXs5xdJmG6WOrUcWPifrcjNCBLZkv10yEcAE_j5pBsmG_87sjx2gTOyWpwoLGdtog/s1852/JS74833207.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1227" data-original-width="1852" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj16oygFyUoNxlP42NH2XGkAm4pynjOTT8PiiywzpvGz6RIx2Bcp4cBnBFbyDO8w2NrpfdBxR4VmgQBUf6RNOqC9IMLzMltbcSz7VhLTnIH_0G8jxx1guQGzFb3agXs5xdJmG6WOrUcWPifrcjNCBLZkv10yEcAE_j5pBsmG_87sjx2gTOyWpwoLGdtog/w681-h451/JS74833207.jpg" width="681" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCk51Ulxp4Df8jY8rShE2xi-3aj4xl7f8d-QuIMWznEyviHzObRotIUg5Y_Ljfv4DFSKFmdFEw7i-PIDaf25wopZvzn4jdDn9phPoRfRqElcFKYg2TJg7lMaksU1h3ah8bimIUyDy-XUr-bZ_-qkWdgsaXUZlNe92vZW5AH7SxdyyRPL3AzGZSN9Q7Xw/s1852/JS74833215.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1227" data-original-width="1852" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCk51Ulxp4Df8jY8rShE2xi-3aj4xl7f8d-QuIMWznEyviHzObRotIUg5Y_Ljfv4DFSKFmdFEw7i-PIDaf25wopZvzn4jdDn9phPoRfRqElcFKYg2TJg7lMaksU1h3ah8bimIUyDy-XUr-bZ_-qkWdgsaXUZlNe92vZW5AH7SxdyyRPL3AzGZSN9Q7Xw/w679-h450/JS74833215.jpg" width="679" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b style="text-align: justify;">Two shots of the Beatles' arrival at the Prince of Wales Theatre on 4 November 1963, taken from the theatre doorway. Note J Lyon's Corner House in the first photo. </b></span></div><p></p>
<span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; text-align: justify;">Less celebrated - except perhaps by those
who were there - is their return on 31 May 1964, performing as part of a series
of ‘Pops Alive!’ concerts promoted by Brian Epstein. Ringo was back again on
27 September 1964 as part of the judging panel for the Oxfam Beat Group
Contest.</span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray; color: white;">39 Coventry Street, W1</span><span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray; color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpFeI3jQcvz3ZS3MD8icxUoSqYuWkYwg4OH2tJ13Cw09goQ8RVjT1zfe3AhgT02lkSUUbPPW4l8zq2H_40eh2Zvs2-cqaN52YLSMjnJBlDaIck8nhW9j64_mhN9Pma-7u85OH8UiM6Muq1lOnD5Wzb43QhBO39hehoU_ZqYR5DUlXXFZkpYGkE02Tkw/s2975/Day%201%20(A001)%20(88).jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2975" data-original-width="2268" height="894" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpFeI3jQcvz3ZS3MD8icxUoSqYuWkYwg4OH2tJ13Cw09goQ8RVjT1zfe3AhgT02lkSUUbPPW4l8zq2H_40eh2Zvs2-cqaN52YLSMjnJBlDaIck8nhW9j64_mhN9Pma-7u85OH8UiM6Muq1lOnD5Wzb43QhBO39hehoU_ZqYR5DUlXXFZkpYGkE02Tkw/w682-h894/Day%201%20(A001)%20(88).jpg" width="682" /></span></a></div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Adjacent to the theatre is the Thistle
Hotel, formerly known as the </span><b style="text-align: justify;">Mapleton Hotel</b><span style="text-align: justify;">, seen on the left of this photo. </span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Following their Royal Variety performance
on 4 November 1963, the Beatles were able to walk, unmolested via a ‘fan proof corridor’, directly from
the theatre to the hotel where they retired to the bar. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">After a short
walk along Coventry Street, passing the Hard Rock Café (our tight schedule meant
we had to bypass it) and we were in Piccadilly Circus, finding ourselves slap
bang in the middle of a sit-down protest by environmentalists from Just Stop
Oil, vegans and animal rights activists from the Animal Rebellion calling for a
Plant-based Future. The demonstrators appeared to be outnumbered by the tourists
and curious on-lookers taking photographs of them, which I guess means their
message had found an audience. It all seemed pretty peaceful despite being mad
busy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRmWIyCRcyKS356W-LM1IoDdAC-PhdMTRgvdhJFuzirnXcREqtN3CG_wNYRdoSUn4mysJoyvxEVt1jmiPT-7TqlrwzkfK87pgIbfvSCqmDGQO9Ix8KS7hGu_TqUvtUvl6-PckAkGuC5sOUMTWM6O2Ms1Eo6tBeztgqVNQZ5B5GZcN9SjXvGjIYcD7IlA=w674-h451" style="text-align: center;" width="674" /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Looking towards Piccadilly Circus. The statue of Anteros (popularly mistaken for Eros) atop the Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain will be familiar to many Liverpudlians who have visited Sefton Park and seen the replica at its centre, next to the café. </span></o:p></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><o:p><span></span></o:p></p><!--more--></span></o:p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: grey; color: white; text-align: justify;">3 Piccadilly, W1</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wZVtwLT2ikICESj8R2QYMTcvAs3GkqQ4uTEXUoZtUtub4_WmkT6wP6aCmGDo9YK497AzWQ2Z4WHc4xOZ3OLsCssStEgfwXBW_lMBiFkpQB-VfsH52scfuYTbgvBESjHpiF-tLWEiK3GdpkmzkZ06PDZLv8W-8IhRlpACl0Ax8XZ9dzNaolv5gCIguA/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(292).JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wZVtwLT2ikICESj8R2QYMTcvAs3GkqQ4uTEXUoZtUtub4_WmkT6wP6aCmGDo9YK497AzWQ2Z4WHc4xOZ3OLsCssStEgfwXBW_lMBiFkpQB-VfsH52scfuYTbgvBESjHpiF-tLWEiK3GdpkmzkZ06PDZLv8W-8IhRlpACl0Ax8XZ9dzNaolv5gCIguA/w677-h453/Day%201%20(A001)%20(292).JPG" width="677" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Now
the home of Body Worlds, the award winning exhibition of Human bodies [4]</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> this was formerly the </span><b style="text-align: justify;">London Pavilion</b><span style="text-align: justify;">,
a major West End cinema which hosted the world premieres of the Beatles’ films
A Hard Day’s Night (6 July 1964), Help! (29 July 1965), </span><span style="text-align: justify;">Yellow Submarine (17 July 1968, the last
time all four Beatles attended a public event) and Let It Be (20 May 1970).</span><span style="text-align: justify;">
</span><span style="text-align: justify;">Of course, each premiere drew crowds of fans in their thousands.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">This was also the venue for the premiere of
John Lennon’s solo role in the film How I Won the War, attended by all four
Beatles and their partners on 18 October 1967.</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="733" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjiqEVuLvmaH7HIkslJkZK-lcnSTrKGmweYf4ju5cvAfUbSvQc91nK1smAe-qpweRub3aDiQqLMziaGA7hlfib-2JocfC62W2oOkgjFLQWKYqUnMtPKs7n80WC530nmfeJ2O2GMSeZPMVSVjlPMvDSl2wzku2-HhOUbK5zmsYFKjxWSUad0rtQTuljw/w285-h388/a%20hard%20days%20night%20prem.jpg" width="285" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpza9MrcP92TjzWcLTHnWphMZeL2h3Y66zNoVG2I4Li75brA89Y8uEXDXRK0uljhBjPTB7WKxpXpgpgHhzRvCoSZNj6zgfoIRjHW0Dsryshq5gEaSQ1D8UWM-I-u11jGBNcu6D-IHQd0xYtp7k6EuaEgzPglC9oydKTE5J6ZaFeQro8hRwxSkBF9_UDQ/s683/Pavilion%20Help.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="500" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpza9MrcP92TjzWcLTHnWphMZeL2h3Y66zNoVG2I4Li75brA89Y8uEXDXRK0uljhBjPTB7WKxpXpgpgHhzRvCoSZNj6zgfoIRjHW0Dsryshq5gEaSQ1D8UWM-I-u11jGBNcu6D-IHQd0xYtp7k6EuaEgzPglC9oydKTE5J6ZaFeQro8hRwxSkBF9_UDQ/w283-h386/Pavilion%20Help.jpg" width="283" /></a></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; 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text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The Beatles with Maureen Starkey and Cynthia Lennon at the Help! premiere.</b></span></div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background: gray; color: white;">12 Regent Street, W1</span></b><b><span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>In the basement of Rex House was the former
BBC’s </span><b>Paris Studios</b><span>. </span><span> </span><span>The Beatles
recorded 12 sessions for BBC radio here between November 1962 and July 1964.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_SJQWKnGdZsw9BneApabY97UxjKdPuCvrGCljjfDJYARTJnvXK7EW2f2pdfsrPw0xOgGC62JCPQfNGq_E4SkVmeyA9ioVlkD2PH0DQFtajrIfknqN3N5dA0_OJtTd-Tqc6w703-alMgLVJdZh4cEqwkQD8jKyVLRGdDW6hOyrq5zC9Yd3pyNI7SSTg/s1498/1-bbc.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1498" data-original-width="1498" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_SJQWKnGdZsw9BneApabY97UxjKdPuCvrGCljjfDJYARTJnvXK7EW2f2pdfsrPw0xOgGC62JCPQfNGq_E4SkVmeyA9ioVlkD2PH0DQFtajrIfknqN3N5dA0_OJtTd-Tqc6w703-alMgLVJdZh4cEqwkQD8jKyVLRGdDW6hOyrq5zC9Yd3pyNI7SSTg/w298-h298/1-bbc.jpg" width="298" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xjf14Oi-eAVriPxEi1-cyrrPQEd4G8Td81euBVtOFxgNaDLnmrHwr5rqgp4dm-O4rBPA1k2ADFL8zzdBkWlnzZ0tGw1pDT6L-kEkJeCtFk0SVgwL1lADFNy-tmYaOIXRZqVM3-uX4Y3Iu4I9AP6hhnnldmnhZTQ08b1yjnbdt6FBMAClKiwtKU4MCw/s985/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2006032023%20220602.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="984" data-original-width="985" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xjf14Oi-eAVriPxEi1-cyrrPQEd4G8Td81euBVtOFxgNaDLnmrHwr5rqgp4dm-O4rBPA1k2ADFL8zzdBkWlnzZ0tGw1pDT6L-kEkJeCtFk0SVgwL1lADFNy-tmYaOIXRZqVM3-uX4Y3Iu4I9AP6hhnnldmnhZTQ08b1yjnbdt6FBMAClKiwtKU4MCw/w297-h297/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2006032023%20220602.jpg" width="297" /></a></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">On 4 April 1963, the Beatles were accompanied
by photographer Dezo Hoffmann</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/ben/Documents/Walking%20The%20Beatles%20London%20Part%205.docx#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" style="text-align: justify;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span></span></a><span style="text-align: justify;">
who snapped them walking down Regent Street pretending to arrive at the studio.
The resulting image, later used for the front cover of the 1994 album ‘Live at
The BBC’ was actually taken </span><i style="text-align: justify;">after</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> the session. </span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">Also present was Kevin Neill, a member of the
Karl Denver Trio, who shot some silent 8mm colour film of the Beatles clowning
about on the pavement. This footage was later used in the promotional film for
the Beatles’ BBC recording of Baby It’s You, released as a single in 1995.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjub6c9cZuqFsYjfKu2tLbK50kMvQwG6fVUBNDnn4IKek1V9ZJrd_zFi2mhfu3kcHFWCBHI_5SmtK5wxMPBB8sUgr_ZHmKSgLdYC-62V1kp55wMUCQUDaYf_1F8xcV1aNJ3XNxIMWcpsw_7z5UnYAjobMGcBu8v7c8G5DFS0UFJzWYObh9coeli5Psnpw/s540/tumblr_4c880801e2954427f657362a49c732ef_7ee9d1d9_540%20(1).gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="540" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjub6c9cZuqFsYjfKu2tLbK50kMvQwG6fVUBNDnn4IKek1V9ZJrd_zFi2mhfu3kcHFWCBHI_5SmtK5wxMPBB8sUgr_ZHmKSgLdYC-62V1kp55wMUCQUDaYf_1F8xcV1aNJ3XNxIMWcpsw_7z5UnYAjobMGcBu8v7c8G5DFS0UFJzWYObh9coeli5Psnpw/s320/tumblr_4c880801e2954427f657362a49c732ef_7ee9d1d9_540%20(1).gif" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; 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text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="background: gray; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">114 Shaftesbury Avenue, W1</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilUwkKxOKfrrtZhpl2r3aOQwuIPiMY3_DT76h-ZYXM79PBHxt4i-67iOCcA6xovUElpP__Fzu7qrlznbbX-DCi1PDiTfCB0ALYAa6YXOaWPq_vCJBOmYinspP_SPetHxhJcEUsxJcfvGZTtPPBcNo9iDIco2q9QNXoOBk0_01XXrA7yxAGBjbyXrKzSA" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="504" height="721" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilUwkKxOKfrrtZhpl2r3aOQwuIPiMY3_DT76h-ZYXM79PBHxt4i-67iOCcA6xovUElpP__Fzu7qrlznbbX-DCi1PDiTfCB0ALYAa6YXOaWPq_vCJBOmYinspP_SPetHxhJcEUsxJcfvGZTtPPBcNo9iDIco2q9QNXoOBk0_01XXrA7yxAGBjbyXrKzSA=w679-h721" width="679" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">This was the former premises of <b>Drum City</b> – a whole shop just for drums! – opened in October 1961 by Joe Arbiter, ex-saxist for the Harry Roy dance band.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">In April 1963, Ringo came here to choose his Ludwig drum kit, the brand he would most closely be associated with throughout the Beatles’ tour years. He took delivery of the set on 12 May 1963 during a TV recording for ‘Thank Your Lucky Stars’ at the Alpha Television Studios in Birmingham. Drum City supplied all except one of Ringo's Ludwig kits, and all 7 drum heads affixed to them were supplied and painted with the band's name here.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjBOY-SFgx-C47X9hlQiUghO3zct2Gv2nLWso_HR-J3T64gh8AD8YOOyhiFoADTnp7W5Qx8yXDC1hvGJVlYgvadKA0Re0vXbQCzS32l4yi2K5Fik1PK7ROxI3SkTRgJVRXrvB8DcA0qNY3lRFXNtT_emT0StsZXEfoM5Zmo19EiOl5cGtjjLsLEOfNQ/s4032/Day_1_(A001)_(101).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjBOY-SFgx-C47X9hlQiUghO3zct2Gv2nLWso_HR-J3T64gh8AD8YOOyhiFoADTnp7W5Qx8yXDC1hvGJVlYgvadKA0Re0vXbQCzS32l4yi2K5Fik1PK7ROxI3SkTRgJVRXrvB8DcA0qNY3lRFXNtT_emT0StsZXEfoM5Zmo19EiOl5cGtjjLsLEOfNQ/w307-h546/Day_1_(A001)_(101).jpg" width="307" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLIL4IKjuNQey_TQvlQV5Ipb8cjhD2o0W_8hCaxriO8g-dmdO-Dsp5QIMSl5cjMvnLSLOkb5kR2bgVlSddWsCrfEb9BbBPktZeA9y4ofKa6WnXpe8vXwmFvh4FcCB-Z7h1TI41qZ6E49-XV8EO-T0S7gBXcmVfAMi2GfD6fzQa0L1CWzQWiYjjzP3bA/w309-h548/Day_1_(A001)_(106).jpg" width="309" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><b><span>114 Shaftesbury Avenue (formerly Drum City) (left) with the former New Record Mirror Offices next door.</span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"></div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background: gray; color: white;">116 Shaftesbury Avenue, W1</span></b><b><span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>Situated above Drum City was the editorial office
of the </span><i>New</i><span> </span><i>Record Mirror</i><span>. On Tuesday 9 October 1962, the Beatles
spent the second of a two-day trip to the capital visiting the offices of the
music papers, courting music journalists in the hope they would write something
favourable about them and their just released debut single ‘Love Me Do.’</span><span> </span><span>Lewisohn writes that they were met with a ‘sneering
negativity they’d not forget.’</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/ben/Documents/Walking%20The%20Beatles%20London%20Part%205.docx#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span></span></a><span>
</span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span>John Lennon, who happened to be ‘celebrating’
his 22</span><sup>nd</sup><span> birthday later recalled how the Southerners ‘looked down upon
us as animals’, while Paul would remember ‘We were told ‘you’ll never do it
from Liverpool, you’ll have to move down to London’. We stayed in Liverpool
quite a long time to defeat that rule.’</span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In both editions of The Beatles London book it
says that this was one of the offices they visited that day. However, in the
more recently published Tune In, Lewisohn writes that as no article appeared in
the New Record Mirror (or Melody Maker or Disc) they may have been turned away.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On 16 November, Paul and Brian paid the
office a second visit, meeting with 18-year-old Norman Jopling, then the
youngest writer on the music press. Suitably charmed, Jopling’s subsequent
article appeared in the 24 November 1962 issue. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: grey; color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">51 Shaftesbury Avenue, W1</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: grey; color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: grey; color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVO0f_yT5308ngiodzkImAe8JtUiKuQLIRYsTRrqsS6zrbjU0MFufvcMC58bekuZJojoSTtlQ1CictialAOHMb22EWVFfW9-7MgNOR02rYk3MjFtr34x7jYpMaEkUQlq3wXz0KQsKOo5T_yLfgQC-XQX_spdytz4RzSNLua6oEAyrR_ufswyuBDPlvmQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1017" data-original-width="679" height="1016" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVO0f_yT5308ngiodzkImAe8JtUiKuQLIRYsTRrqsS6zrbjU0MFufvcMC58bekuZJojoSTtlQ1CictialAOHMb22EWVFfW9-7MgNOR02rYk3MjFtr34x7jYpMaEkUQlq3wXz0KQsKOo5T_yLfgQC-XQX_spdytz4RzSNLua6oEAyrR_ufswyuBDPlvmQ=w678-h1016" width="678" /></a></span></span></div><span style="background-color: grey; color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Staying in the West End, we next paused at
the Sondheim Theatre (formerly the <b>Queen's Theatre</b>) on the corner of Wardour
Street. It opened as the Queen's Theatre on 8 October 1907, as a twin to the
neighbouring Hicks Theatre (now the Gielgud Theatre, see photo below) which had opened
ten months earlier. Both theatres were designed by W. G. R. Sprague. The
theatre was Grade II listed by English Heritage in June 1972.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></div></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In 2019 the theatre's name was changed to the Sondheim Theatre (after Stephen Sondheim) following a 20 week
refurbishment. The theatre reopened on 18 December 2019.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgT-JiJY3rdMpJ8HEJoEr9iN44Pp80vcN3ONPuA1WUtzItPhT3int-gg2Ot67vIX-nEzNoQHHV0mUCUDMgi7J6xddTdS9xbnB1WLgIa09aF_QNS-c1ZJZ9_lro_1swzuDp2Um8bu5o1mkIGru9b6N2de9e8xeXBb3snjH83dta0L29ZgPEMwREuvCMgFg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1146" data-original-width="1512" height="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgT-JiJY3rdMpJ8HEJoEr9iN44Pp80vcN3ONPuA1WUtzItPhT3int-gg2Ot67vIX-nEzNoQHHV0mUCUDMgi7J6xddTdS9xbnB1WLgIa09aF_QNS-c1ZJZ9_lro_1swzuDp2Um8bu5o1mkIGru9b6N2de9e8xeXBb3snjH83dta0L29ZgPEMwREuvCMgFg=w677-h513" width="677" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">In 1968 the Beatles launched Apple Records
and invited Stan Gortikov, the president of their US record company Capitol records, to come over for the opening. On the evening of 10 August, after a day in which
Gortikov had been suitably wined and dined at all the best places, John and
Yoko brought him here to watch </span><i style="text-align: justify;">Halfway Up The Tree</i><span style="text-align: justify;">, a play written by Peter
Ustinov, in which a frantic father comes to understand what the younger generation
is trying to say. [7]</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: grey; color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">39 Shaftesbury Avenue, W1</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="2672" height="680" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggwHU9SR2zD71P9z86AccwiTuSiFL9ylVsYbY-jp3t6nPpXJ-O01mRkczTCnmV54gpWmHffB5iAwoukmENM2MaICi40yM-K49Q4Qa-K8Gbb3SsJ32o00rIuynHv0nV3Jqqidi_Qb1IEK4pF0Ksg63Irz6IL0DpvdLdTIm_fkeo7JLY8o7CXvwJdgd2FQ=w680-h680" width="680" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">Sandwiched between the Sondheim and Gielgud
theatres is the Marcellaio Ristorante (next to the white taxi on the above photo). In 1963 this was the premises of <b>Cecil
Gee</b>, a menswear store catering for the ‘professional artist and musician’, where
Dezo Hoffmann photographed the Beatles on 4 April, shortly after their session
at the BBC Paris Studio (see earlier in this blog).</p><span><!--more--></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><br /></p></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray; color: white;">135-149 Shaftesbury Avenue, WC2</span><span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Continuing along Shafesbury Avenue across Charing
Cross Road, we came to the impressive Odeon Cinema, notable for its 129 foot
freize showing drama through the ages by Gilbert Bayes.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Interesting enough, but for Beatles fans this
is also noteworthy because it was the former <b>Saville Theatre</b>, opened in 1931.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0IMeoP0YaDto6f-IpDA6xiwEIH66XNLLy610yMEqMvHzI-30pKY9nhu-vGLndc1IDlYGq90gJL8Cxa7BbQnU5iR8jQmx1feF9xZQ7aSc8PMQ90MxNj2WYxPATFAIF5Nt-7TkRO574CaySAOOMvRxUzVYt_FZEicj3kuPRENhbgbGG6ZBiwomWMQGm6w/s4032/Day%201%20(A001)%20(109).heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0IMeoP0YaDto6f-IpDA6xiwEIH66XNLLy610yMEqMvHzI-30pKY9nhu-vGLndc1IDlYGq90gJL8Cxa7BbQnU5iR8jQmx1feF9xZQ7aSc8PMQ90MxNj2WYxPATFAIF5Nt-7TkRO574CaySAOOMvRxUzVYt_FZEicj3kuPRENhbgbGG6ZBiwomWMQGm6w/w683-h384/Day%201%20(A001)%20(109).heic" width="683" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="676" height="1027" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_7H9bfs-WQcPfcYVSXRrdVYNpZNfdUbYhLkWO1ISFwbO_TaH9sdhMrfqquwTU86vWbiqRb1zrqLIIRZQBPXOU7QzniJff3907sQFuKKNEQxAmX2WVewpi7avDJWmfN9MaTMDaKmRhGwp3HA17Tjq2Uu-5wJqEVmje10VTvala6y3nRkwb_SjFl5Pww/w678-h1027/Savile%20Theatre.jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="678" /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;">O<span style="text-align: justify;">n 1 April 1965, the Beatles’ manager Brian
Epstein took over the lease of the venue so he could live out his showbiz
aspirations in full.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">Under Brian’s
control the theatre enjoyed a number of years of success staging plays, ballet,
opera and Sunday night rock concerts, the latter including performances by the Who,
Chuck Berry, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Procol Harum, Denny Laine and his
String Band, The Crazy World of Arthur Brown, The Chiffons, Traffic, Cream, Peter
Green’s Fleetwood Mac and others, often with the Beatles in attendance,
watching from the Royal Box.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="474" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6YU0wpzrESZDtCtZ1FwWgx4BCaYMDn9azLRNUVgbtN7QKPo8ZSr9M0f6Q6n1JxIxx_LaOvIH6HPlNzRMVO23oocZYt2QccpRKfjRzrDLqmBQGnDIQ3H4f3hUzQuNJm8SZkN1x1eP9C3GUjIITzeQJ5r_js_VL-pCzhxCzOwYekTQDeUp_wjtasb6qXg/w680-h444/saville%2022%20oct%201967.jpg" width="680" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>The Who at the Savile Theatre, 1967</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IohaRLm_7yQ73N0VAkn3nLncHL3pJ6ecRraEO_wsScPt02Vmr9nZ1wOX2z_DaJqEGrbYHVd1Ork2l3ivIbFBd0uMmSUXtzwU4u-yNnRiULhqGmHMoGoyNo-F9vKO3vJLHI_E_zbDtjp_qh71hRk8aUiOpWq05iuXxS-c5yd_-vj_y__ajz1Jsrtc0A/s500/Savile%20beatles.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="500" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IohaRLm_7yQ73N0VAkn3nLncHL3pJ6ecRraEO_wsScPt02Vmr9nZ1wOX2z_DaJqEGrbYHVd1Ork2l3ivIbFBd0uMmSUXtzwU4u-yNnRiULhqGmHMoGoyNo-F9vKO3vJLHI_E_zbDtjp_qh71hRk8aUiOpWq05iuXxS-c5yd_-vj_y__ajz1Jsrtc0A/w682-h446/Savile%20beatles.jpg" width="682" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span>On 29 January 1967 all four Fabs, accompanied by Cynthia and Mal Evans were photographed watching Hendrix open for the Who.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span>Anyone who has seen Paul McCartney in concert over the last 25 or so years - and many of you who haven’t - will have heard the story of him going to watch Hendrix at the Saville one evening and being blown away when he opened his set with ‘Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band’ which had only been released a few days earlier:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i>Jimi was a sweetie, a very nice guy. I remember him opening at the Saville on a Sunday night, 4 June 1967… the curtains flew back and he came walking forward, playing 'Sgt. Pepper', and it had only been released on the Thursday so that was like the ultimate compliment. It's still obviously a shining memory for me because I admired him so much anyway, he was so accomplished. To think that that album had meant so much to him as to actually do it by the Sunday night, three days after the release. He must have been so into it, because normally it might take a day for rehearsal and then you might wonder whether you'd put it in, but he just opened with it. It's a pretty major compliment in anyone's book. I put that down as one of the great honours of my career. I mean, I'm sure he wouldn't have thought of it as an honour, I'm sure he thought it was the other way round, but to me that was like a great boost. </i><span><b>(Paul McCartney, ‘Many Years from Now’)</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDxjmsjBIURo1sYk3s0MahMlXt__gcaLr5Iwazz1j-p9D-GrLoKatHanwmnRcifzn2-Ps_o-o82erK7Qev-efaqgvHbOggYVs4ZBqRRo4gVe1NvDz7ZLI8ASQ8QV4-CXKYA-nm7Z9EnueJOFEG5ESc1dPEGS6RUFhGAEqNr414HWBzchP0XjHOoDHYg/s691/Savile%20Theatre%20-%204%20jun%2067.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="691" data-original-width="635" height="739" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDxjmsjBIURo1sYk3s0MahMlXt__gcaLr5Iwazz1j-p9D-GrLoKatHanwmnRcifzn2-Ps_o-o82erK7Qev-efaqgvHbOggYVs4ZBqRRo4gVe1NvDz7ZLI8ASQ8QV4-CXKYA-nm7Z9EnueJOFEG5ESc1dPEGS6RUFhGAEqNr414HWBzchP0XjHOoDHYg/w679-h739/Savile%20Theatre%20-%204%20jun%2067.jpg" width="679" /></a><span></span></p></div></span>
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">According to one eyewitness, the late, great, Lizzie Bravo, who saw the show, Paul McCartney, Jane Asher (both seen above), George Harrison, Pattie Boyd and Cynthia Lennon were at the concert. (photo above from the collection of Sara Schmidt)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR66UAgX3Pka1uWxs4cQdN2IZOpYksyKnBBMHCLv4Xh5iVfG5Xv7JZByyEoaqDjyuzKl9IXoNgk9mKtX_00OWJEH5tj_VJHbzRS2C4yG6azEwrXpU4FtXAWup1gObKp_Ty-2v3BrujhzfmAt5Q2b4abOlATx_RIFZu_Z7vajMzn3D3bH9ZxOmZvPSCTA/s1227/savillembe%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1227" data-original-width="763" height="1091" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR66UAgX3Pka1uWxs4cQdN2IZOpYksyKnBBMHCLv4Xh5iVfG5Xv7JZByyEoaqDjyuzKl9IXoNgk9mKtX_00OWJEH5tj_VJHbzRS2C4yG6azEwrXpU4FtXAWup1gObKp_Ty-2v3BrujhzfmAt5Q2b4abOlATx_RIFZu_Z7vajMzn3D3bH9ZxOmZvPSCTA/w678-h1091/savillembe%202.jpg" width="678" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span></div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Although the Beatles never performed there,
they did use the Epstein connection to their advantage, rehearsing for the ‘Blackpool
Night Live’ television show on 30 July 1965, hosting a press conference in the
Stalls bar on 26 0ctober 1965 after being presented with the MBE at Buckingham
Palace, and finally on 10 November 1967, eleven weeks after Brian’s death they
used the stage to film promotional videos for their ‘Hello Goodbye’ single.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="187" data-original-width="320" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNPV9yK0aX7HsM6SvJrjX-EbXMJAAJ2mZ8vmbotcGF2Tz5umKJ20NMDkgllZ-9Nc_l8IKC8JxIzIC0gRf-Qapau1OE6jw8ZncNKiajok4THyN-q4PzCXl_9IQO4qbE4NFqIDEcm69Lg0znB2_NhPodxQ8-xTJMASjEfRqLpvcg6B1AO-W2nzeNjAYv4Q=w679-h397" style="text-align: center;" width="679" /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Saville was converted into a cinema in
1970.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We crossed Shaftesbury Avenue and turned
right into Mercer Street, turning left at the historic Seven Dials into
Monmouth Street, and stopped at the far end on the right-hand side.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">13 Monmouth Street, WC2</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHIKsSdRAriToromrLE9NJjVf2eO4Wwbl-uER32bKgnFrV74pE5zapU_FdUKFBSaiF6Q5PePHj_aIoLO1Z-1k4_9-hyMtdVtOGz7OZ95c105M7RrjudstE_6pdRaV7rGqVfAG2XqKMHDxyko6nYbagauU3NVYABjFR-Skuny1SQxtrcWSrecAXnKcKg/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(311).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHIKsSdRAriToromrLE9NJjVf2eO4Wwbl-uER32bKgnFrV74pE5zapU_FdUKFBSaiF6Q5PePHj_aIoLO1Z-1k4_9-hyMtdVtOGz7OZ95c105M7RrjudstE_6pdRaV7rGqVfAG2XqKMHDxyko6nYbagauU3NVYABjFR-Skuny1SQxtrcWSrecAXnKcKg/w676-h1011/Day%201%20(A001)%20(311).JPG" width="676" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4I9o5EOHl9qGscuqA4KNOXKWecHLb85MDMictNRSq_ghE25JCjseiJMGebsy7BcfeEpgzlFTOpf5sELw4sJ-ClKgt6VDQDGlExvl5NbHHesGSAOmY9uENyjb2pBDZ2YBb5F4PkGnz_TOf-cyOHQRnNUCzFpePJtGp7jTvIlLtoD5jRF3ZO0g-XlcsDQ" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="189" data-original-width="267" height="479" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4I9o5EOHl9qGscuqA4KNOXKWecHLb85MDMictNRSq_ghE25JCjseiJMGebsy7BcfeEpgzlFTOpf5sELw4sJ-ClKgt6VDQDGlExvl5NbHHesGSAOmY9uENyjb2pBDZ2YBb5F4PkGnz_TOf-cyOHQRnNUCzFpePJtGp7jTvIlLtoD5jRF3ZO0g-XlcsDQ=w675-h479" width="675" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">This was the first London office of both <b>Nems</b>
and the <b>Official Beatles fan club</b> following the move down from Liverpool in the
summer of 1963, and the group visited fairly often during that first year. </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">Offices were maintained on the first and
second floors until 4 November 1966. Tony Barrow ran the press office from here.</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="640" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg217L4chii2Ul3-4-UE-ZBdhPEQFi4_MPYLxnzspV0P1KuZz5UgHvR93W3Ywngf5xNNStQWMta5jAJQQYFzreHzoeE2zgKKh20YqW-65aFjGKIlICvCEpo2e_FYLWvPek4lnBKFEKNi5j4Qc7xag0oy4VDlIXp_uRmq3grYqfqdWD0TRa8-Fm0xVN2WQ=w675-h432" width="675" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;">The girls are: Kathy Belcher (17). Rosanna
Scivetter (16). Anne Collingham (18). Bettina Rose (20). Monica Stringer (21).
Nita Keeble (18). (Photo by Daily Herald/Mirrorpix/Mirrorpix via Getty Images, April 1964)</div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWGxzJWyKyxcxuOPgVWoKq3uF0bmuL1__fkCiH9Cc0H6Nq7jBdA5XS8KWX0XZnpgnXO9vDPErDgxcTj-19fd-12ui3lIV9XzptG9Nu-pCbCSFmyWeeK28gM0E1cDXYD8PqmcDoKwkxdhxEMCTeYmK5IIyN34PL2iSSIo12HLtQQVZMhitxuaWY1N_wDA/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(312).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWGxzJWyKyxcxuOPgVWoKq3uF0bmuL1__fkCiH9Cc0H6Nq7jBdA5XS8KWX0XZnpgnXO9vDPErDgxcTj-19fd-12ui3lIV9XzptG9Nu-pCbCSFmyWeeK28gM0E1cDXYD8PqmcDoKwkxdhxEMCTeYmK5IIyN34PL2iSSIo12HLtQQVZMhitxuaWY1N_wDA/w674-h451/Day%201%20(A001)%20(312).JPG" width="674" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray; color: white;"><b>9-11 Monmouth Street, WC2</b></span><span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNV_XznMmKv71mjfG7SWmUa8YorqJ8r7e-hJAAtxmnU41cLZwtKCRSldbKp2zqMaYE7kM6FYaRfy-Se6DMEaoGY__vvApOJK_iq0Rdn61mYBQm-HYxl7FZkn-qdSv71FvOY0Vjc2VGNsEjRBjQg4bFIRbGuY-5KecQyTevYQTbCPdwlgT0IcDd1YzDYw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="892" data-original-width="1339" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNV_XznMmKv71mjfG7SWmUa8YorqJ8r7e-hJAAtxmnU41cLZwtKCRSldbKp2zqMaYE7kM6FYaRfy-Se6DMEaoGY__vvApOJK_iq0Rdn61mYBQm-HYxl7FZkn-qdSv71FvOY0Vjc2VGNsEjRBjQg4bFIRbGuY-5KecQyTevYQTbCPdwlgT0IcDd1YzDYw=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Now two separate cafes, the basement of 9-11 was formerly the <b>Nucleus
Coffee House,</b> a meeting place in the late 1950s for jazz musicians, artists and
beatniks. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">At night it operated as a members-only coffee club until 5am where inevitably,
various substances could be imbibed.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes; text-align: justify;"> As it was next-door to Nems, th</span><span style="text-align: justify;">e
Beatles occasionally popped in and on one such visit in 1963 they were offered
the amphetamine known as ‘speed’, which they’d first become acquainted with in Hamburg
in 1961.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes; text-align: justify;"> </span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>A certain amount of hurry up was now
involved. The light was starting to fade and we hadn’t eaten all day, but we were
determined to tick off as many locations as we could before we had to be at the
Bloomsbury Theatre and so, r</span>eturning to Shaftesbury Avenue and crossing back over Charing Cross road, we
turned right into Greek Street. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray; color: white;">6 Greek Street (at Manette Street), W1</span><span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaRdaIzpbrLYR96a1mn7ed2s0o1V0vkgFH0n2gpmQ1DOjGfS4QeTRXFYCmnsFCqb6OnF4QBT99KeUTO4ZFG-Y4H96zaYpzLHCQzl3txIzOxaTA-2-70b8-vuyavpiYaVwaslvwzrnr3skVCxs8I46c_CRG9sZDe7udIDAkEtZcEZRr8BllWiCTfO5I3w/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(330).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaRdaIzpbrLYR96a1mn7ed2s0o1V0vkgFH0n2gpmQ1DOjGfS4QeTRXFYCmnsFCqb6OnF4QBT99KeUTO4ZFG-Y4H96zaYpzLHCQzl3txIzOxaTA-2-70b8-vuyavpiYaVwaslvwzrnr3skVCxs8I46c_CRG9sZDe7udIDAkEtZcEZRr8BllWiCTfO5I3w/w673-h450/Day%201%20(A001)%20(330).JPG" width="673" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">This Grade II listed building was once the
<b>Budapest Restaurant.</b></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">Photographer Dezo
Hoffmann brought the Beatles here to sample the Hungarian menu following a
photo session on 20 June 1963.[8]</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I sort of messed up with my photo on this
one, Number 6 is actually on the left (just!).<span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray; color: white;">18 Greek Street, W1</span><span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>This was formerly the <b>Establishment Club</b>, Soho’s
hip satirical venue opened by Peter Cook in October 1961.</span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>When Paul visited in 1964 he met his future
Help! co-star, the actress Eleanor Bron for the first time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A year earlier he befriended Sandra Cohen,
sister of Alma Cogan with whom the Beatles and Brian Epstein would enjoy a warm
friendship until her premature death in 1966.</span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Earlier still on 23/24 October 1962, Paul
and his then girlfriend Celia Mortimer decided to hitch-hike to London to visit
Ivan Vaughan, his Liverpool Institute schoolfriend who had introduced him to
John Lennon in 1957. ‘Ivy’ had moved to London and was working as a doorman at,
you’ve guessed it, the Establishment Club. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not arriving in Soho until after midnight,
they missed the cabaret (which included Eleanor Bron) but danced and drank into
the night, retiring to Ivan’s flat where they slept on the floor. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5odZwLQ7DTi4ZTTahhWy4X8idW5UYhLAU49JECWQEbWHrU_KhHNqZ7RB_zwZtBWI_CbhEw0BydbEVzLAEsGYwtDelVbF2qp1WOLuvThS94m0z6-QrjSTnv2PgEppGq-rN2ZgFYiwaxXUO-Xu2xZpfzhoIYiKUCRqvz8ScRzQItFXKq1ijLHdz7X_OA/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(323).JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1017" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5odZwLQ7DTi4ZTTahhWy4X8idW5UYhLAU49JECWQEbWHrU_KhHNqZ7RB_zwZtBWI_CbhEw0BydbEVzLAEsGYwtDelVbF2qp1WOLuvThS94m0z6-QrjSTnv2PgEppGq-rN2ZgFYiwaxXUO-Xu2xZpfzhoIYiKUCRqvz8ScRzQItFXKq1ijLHdz7X_OA/w680-h1017/Day%201%20(A001)%20(323).JPG" width="680" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span></span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span> <span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">At the end of Greek Street we came to a well-known
location I hadn't visited since 1989. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray; color: white;">1 Soho Square, W1D</span><span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray;"><img alt="" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="320" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdInGmT0Z37qaXxsWH4hBXPE5e6rI7v4mlOlnmDZWcXy8stuLGF1VPimpkYQMT7uxgVfJJN94e2GLBn5RxkB3QlcdR8ARIr8u8bU65iym5lJo0MpK4oZYIB2I2TDzNy8DMOgm6YHUTd3VotwCAfpcfXOqVtK1hv3Owl3791ZZ5X2ehJzz1zziyqQK6Xw=w678-h454" width="678" /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: gray;"><br /></span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuQKlxUfozm6vqm_STX22oQ6QAj4Xl0cmt0GGXwrC0zQF9OeLGCWS_-SuMRFGOxAU7-Txeqt3L9kkaZQo6zUl4MH6ZpIOpT-a_y51am2FnwQ4bto4Q-LdnFFM8hL7rju8ZaMxhh892EylKNnqkPwsPBDNHlS6so9qkmt95OpoFwWHzg7r-b5VAn-31g/w675-h1200/Day%201%20(A001)%20(119).heic" width="675" /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; background: white;">This elegant 18th century building is the headquarters of <b>MPL</b></span></span><b> Communications</b> (which stands for
McCartney Productions Ltd.) the umbrella company
for the business interests of Paul McCartney.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In addition to handling all of Paul's post-Beatles work, MPL is also one of the world's
largest privately owned music publishers through its acquisition of other
publishing companies. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In 1978 Paul built an exact replica of EMI's No. 2 studio in the basement when the real thing wasn't available. Nicknamed 'Replica Studios" it was used during the sessions for the 'Back to the Egg' album, and then mothballed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Obviously the building is off limits to the public but as this is Paul's central London office, its probably still the place where you are most likely to have a random encounter with him in the capital. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As a result, 1 Soho Square continues to attract fans and organised London Beatle walks on a daily basis. Given the number of on-line photos of Paul taken around Soho Square it appears he can highly accessible when the mood takes him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcVssAEa-CKu3ujiYP1276RbiFny8_YAkeN0I5Cap7WI3uaUG9kjOPau-mdrIGxmJOagoX0MBec47jKOFa2MDDb9rEkk8Eu2TUh-2EA20M99JgN0M5L1onclJhWCPqzYl8Whc1o1LdwAWQixW1WVQamWAVSakokNqT5rhDfO_ZO1Y6qedCILfoE5i0nA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="279" data-original-width="275" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcVssAEa-CKu3ujiYP1276RbiFny8_YAkeN0I5Cap7WI3uaUG9kjOPau-mdrIGxmJOagoX0MBec47jKOFa2MDDb9rEkk8Eu2TUh-2EA20M99JgN0M5L1onclJhWCPqzYl8Whc1o1LdwAWQixW1WVQamWAVSakokNqT5rhDfO_ZO1Y6qedCILfoE5i0nA=w314-h318" width="314" /></span></a></div><div style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5HAQflYtaRFsv7IL4I6iQWL5EpPCX_YQYBKhE3M0Z6iEoaJbnkNXrWjiu0GUMYEp8X31A9wBn4o74QXjHCOydFN9RGVe5QXIaSTXNBvydlVXrC-cQ89CFHwtz4wZ0_i8F0q1Rh5vfwVZqN8UtU-Y0xQSdyv3TlbYU5h0-G11L0gwoQyRJ812vzuhaA/s912/MPL%202.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="634" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5HAQflYtaRFsv7IL4I6iQWL5EpPCX_YQYBKhE3M0Z6iEoaJbnkNXrWjiu0GUMYEp8X31A9wBn4o74QXjHCOydFN9RGVe5QXIaSTXNBvydlVXrC-cQ89CFHwtz4wZ0_i8F0q1Rh5vfwVZqN8UtU-Y0xQSdyv3TlbYU5h0-G11L0gwoQyRJ812vzuhaA/s320/MPL%202.jpg" width="222" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="683" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPE322cuGGY6kkGJschYmj3aLaWyL3ixDHSPMiWwA6nQrgkAC_iciqofQ78zRG8VprRDfpGdJiLO2kEXXsztStpptDy6sbYRYhLIMzzO2kwwlvMzNHTpRGLnpST9-lWDShim6QPIHkRB_dOfBSx9wmYRKOLUfwt7TdR9mpeQ87CpWOpOVt78VnO2bp4A=w674-h450" width="674" /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Although we didn’t see Paul, I was pleased
to spot this in the second floor window. If it looks familiar, it's Linda McCartney's chryselephantine statuete created by the famous art deco sculptor Demetre Chiparus, which appeared on the front cover of the Wings Greatest album in 1978. What? You thought it would be bigger?</span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhnzuTCbjoB0nBrW0vTKORpHqgtBTNvgLsEUIuELeTRytOm8E4cqhq9xp82qhbQmOQ1gMM9equvMAGd-PLDjbzHhkJJpTT5vOZv02Y2rvkcoHgBAS3ZyLBJx7-ZSDKgY0oHhNdQxYKc_kPRgXpiwp3meHe_G-1PbJDMahP6z6ll2iiyKyTyCq-UBGxnkA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="456" height="954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhnzuTCbjoB0nBrW0vTKORpHqgtBTNvgLsEUIuELeTRytOm8E4cqhq9xp82qhbQmOQ1gMM9equvMAGd-PLDjbzHhkJJpTT5vOZv02Y2rvkcoHgBAS3ZyLBJx7-ZSDKgY0oHhNdQxYKc_kPRgXpiwp3meHe_G-1PbJDMahP6z6ll2iiyKyTyCq-UBGxnkA=w680-h954" width="680" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="793" data-original-width="1329" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEPJeNwfYV7fr_ENiF2YmF3uYZzxhdtISn_nf1IA8m21uCqx4xXPUax0y6MMoaaw0DSTQxXyhhgJ8a19W5yBgSXSArO7vXEKRDdN_93OkPyVezyuI4FPCN2deJqzuC-ddMSvyd2yI9MC8QNgjg3Ax5M_4u1ssT5JE1GhANY1e5Tb3me5pw1gGz0E9Ww/w675-h403/f3156fbd572f4aec9cf3babf6ca40e29.jpg" width="675" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Incidentally, I spotted a framed print of this photograph behind Paul during some of his on-line 'rockdown' interviews to promote McCartney III conducted in his office at MPL (seen bottom right on the above picture). Being of a curious disposition, I determined to track it down and discover why it might hold some significance for him. My immediate thought/hope was that it might be an unseen photo of the Quarry Men in Liverpool somewhere.</span></div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjTcCNvTRQp-F-Cw6aVKUMVoOOcqUKXAhYG1kiMjkSmSJRmY953Ex20KMWcpxkv6ZIZH9aJX439c4VKMgQKcgxJATJ149h-cvQi07S0py2oQFLIA-89bZ78KINtKZOs7oQtq9HsSFaG8DLLPX8yyju-viNL_iT9qibbYn5tUnvdYGeD7Dv7vys8TXZ_w" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="1537" height="405" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjTcCNvTRQp-F-Cw6aVKUMVoOOcqUKXAhYG1kiMjkSmSJRmY953Ex20KMWcpxkv6ZIZH9aJX439c4VKMgQKcgxJATJ149h-cvQi07S0py2oQFLIA-89bZ78KINtKZOs7oQtq9HsSFaG8DLLPX8yyju-viNL_iT9qibbYn5tUnvdYGeD7Dv7vys8TXZ_w=w675-h405" width="675" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>It was taken on Saturday, 14 July, 1956 during the Soho Fair, a week long carnival, that took place in the enclave around Old Compton Street, Wardour Street and Carnaby Street. Three young men calling themselves the Vipers performed outside the <b>2i's Coffee bar</b> drawing a crowd sufficient for the proprietor to ask them if they wanted a </span>regular booking performing in his cellar, thus kickstarting the UK skiffle boom which inspired John Lennon to form the Quarry Men.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I thought that was probably significant enough for Paul to want to display a copy of the print, but more so when I realised it was taken in Soho Square, yards from his front door!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="320" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgU0vMEgqffVfbnecD2DIFs_Ct40wE77JPClLdf2heCnh8-P9NdFkMOAgl9RCFxEifSYl4e7xvo58KIPfehwMHbWGd-7ADEa35BHZugB0-1OPIWs7XIW9l7IwqedfTwdCs2fJlnqyxpBFnmZzTQ1Ix6zbDZBLWH_EDhevUfZkRsj8DBRIzSlyIOJ5TVzQ=w679-h390" width="679" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The same spot today (Google Street View)</b></div></span><p></p>
<span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It was 17:30 and we’d not eaten all day. It was time to take a break, so we called into the All Bar One wine bar on New Oxford Street for a rest and a recap on the day so far. The food and wine was excellent and our table was next to a couple of plugs which was a godsend as neither Steve nor I had much battery left on our phones and there was still much to do. We only had two hours left before Lewisohn's show started and hoped to be able to squeeze in a few more locations on our way there. </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8IdQkLXBjfdbvoEcmKyQHtjNO3FgoU4QT2BKQjEe-JxffjWAcBcPX3jsHClGFe_NnqvXx_5-HoHNkUR1RmsB3hvfJiAXPtRbqwJgch-lPNb7JffG8bmqebHquAqR7g4OgacZoX8Wr_iYp_FZRPwh964N9faDUy46QefjECJnPXpEMu2S2HVC4NWYag/s4032/Day%201%20(A001)%20(124).heic" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="1193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8IdQkLXBjfdbvoEcmKyQHtjNO3FgoU4QT2BKQjEe-JxffjWAcBcPX3jsHClGFe_NnqvXx_5-HoHNkUR1RmsB3hvfJiAXPtRbqwJgch-lPNb7JffG8bmqebHquAqR7g4OgacZoX8Wr_iYp_FZRPwh964N9faDUy46QefjECJnPXpEMu2S2HVC4NWYag/w671-h1193/Day%201%20(A001)%20(124).heic" width="671" /></span></a></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Fab Fish, skin on fries and mushy peas. </span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;">Suitably refreshed, we set off again, along Bloomsbury Way past Bloomsbury Square Garden and then turned left into Southampton Row. It was nearly dusk and the light was really starting to go now.</span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="background: gray; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="background: gray; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">100 Southampton Row, WC1</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2834" data-original-width="1886" height="1020" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wmFWvsDPNotKE_HF8Ge9dQ38pV0qwvBoj7NPBho8b0rYDY8nUb7Rd2VrmKTgSd23ZygWlDPmVVkGswjxXN_y2l47VkErd8W2NmspnyGqqopZwhuUFV_V5LNxPIz3dsN4M04uNgIhoK6EpGVfcq0LtNu3Ie3nPxCR7-puK8_ODPSiZ5zLHrTWt3aYwg/w679-h1020/1-Day_1_(A001)_(354)_100_Southampton_Row_-_Barry_Miles.jpg" style="text-align: left;" width="679" /></span></p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The top floor flat of Ormonde Mansions was once the home of <b>Barry Miles</b>, a key figure in the 1960s counter-culture in the UK, editor of the International Times underground newspaper, friend of Paul McCartney and his (much) later co-author on the book Many Years From Now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; mso-spacerun: yes;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQiyOIGIh7414DlWQUQSWvSj_BmsStg7yMI-TYGaFqwIlVvSJBepsKC3LDBJ71VRSLfVJMTJcAFKOUsSyKDW_Xed_g-haF1hLkhW4O9ViEj5O1lc7kZaHQbdtmSVCC3XiT9gBBM1hK8K8vwTFIGsugc8whZDhNvSL8YH58sw2AL38BFd4qex37OTQy_A/s1280/26938e8f0284d191504f10454e2311e2.jpg" style="clear: left; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="1280" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQiyOIGIh7414DlWQUQSWvSj_BmsStg7yMI-TYGaFqwIlVvSJBepsKC3LDBJ71VRSLfVJMTJcAFKOUsSyKDW_Xed_g-haF1hLkhW4O9ViEj5O1lc7kZaHQbdtmSVCC3XiT9gBBM1hK8K8vwTFIGsugc8whZDhNvSL8YH58sw2AL38BFd4qex37OTQy_A/w673-h459/26938e8f0284d191504f10454e2311e2.jpg" width="673" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Paul, Miles and Luciano Berio at the 'Italian Institute', 24 February 1966.<span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="background-color: #666666; font-weight: 700;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></span></o:p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #666666; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">102
Southampton Row, WC1</span></span></b></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Next door to Miles's flat </span>was the offices of the <b>International Times</b> newspaper, or IT as it was known. It was occasionally visited by John, Paul and George who all gave financial assistance and 'decidedly non-pop music interviews', Paul even helping to decorate the office. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwuo1HkxfQaGWrpwWd6SC5aQpwCMOfWnUrtQqzHujaQO8Hyeii76Ns5NP-9knHSR9ecdYsM3BEa5TpqxTZGo5k2KhFE-uV8v1o340n88XTCsPjO_Ibycllse4bJnkVrKM724VbCwCVsfmBd8BXw3RmEL77YCLc62wp1tBUHB_wetKR5RToY_OFtTVNQ/s997/10355d909301ba68b6fadc591c3db5ff--times-newspaper-time-magazine.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="997" data-original-width="735" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwuo1HkxfQaGWrpwWd6SC5aQpwCMOfWnUrtQqzHujaQO8Hyeii76Ns5NP-9knHSR9ecdYsM3BEa5TpqxTZGo5k2KhFE-uV8v1o340n88XTCsPjO_Ibycllse4bJnkVrKM724VbCwCVsfmBd8BXw3RmEL77YCLc62wp1tBUHB_wetKR5RToY_OFtTVNQ/w472-h640/10355d909301ba68b6fadc591c3db5ff--times-newspaper-time-magazine.jpg" width="472" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #666666;">Russell Square Gardens, WC1</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="736" height="678" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQheLkIdBWP115vSxgSp3zVKcQ6_wN-rM365kMwbtWso0BV6qbIKKwc6wjxw0rnGVrqZZKIriTHwtiKvbovywc-uDGNTgnPOH68xGcRqdmXcbMlGxRVTRTqZJ6eV0nCZWSplK4bNq4v-gDy4t35TLG5eEuZZSiJyorWL-IUyHWTp6r9po-Mj7r7HTSQ/w674-h678/827eb9545aecdff24df771e6ce174c45.jpg" width="674" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Continuing along Southampton Row, we paused for a moment at <b>Russell Square,</b> the largest in central London. Dezo Hoffmann photographed the Beatles here on 2 July 1963 and the pictures are well known.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUsCQ3lU0EE4dbcFcZZFKiFmcmAxakrvUta5QiACrYH2DGwUJo8S1vGWhfzF2RyUxRZagLNxgU54phP2SDGOhQoKdSrwA8m2UdRv4jzllHwoxJqXR07nihIRFTQJNaF9McPu4u1OwiVO8LR8drsAGzdacjnKt43VkClyU2RoYElpWtMqAF7ZxYfXlqw/s567/07e31c8a7495edf8fd5189c5530950c5.jpg" style="clear: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="564" height="683" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUsCQ3lU0EE4dbcFcZZFKiFmcmAxakrvUta5QiACrYH2DGwUJo8S1vGWhfzF2RyUxRZagLNxgU54phP2SDGOhQoKdSrwA8m2UdRv4jzllHwoxJqXR07nihIRFTQJNaF9McPu4u1OwiVO8LR8drsAGzdacjnKt43VkClyU2RoYElpWtMqAF7ZxYfXlqw/w679-h683/07e31c8a7495edf8fd5189c5530950c5.jpg" width="679" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We didn't stop long because all the fountains, hexagonal flower pots and deckchairs featured in Hoffmann's images were cleared in 2000, preventing me from staging any then and now shots for the purposes of this blog and my own amusement. Thankfully the next well-known location was unchanged. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Guilford Street, WC1</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpn1k3o7e3UGm65_wqxFa32D7N51GVL-aZWsyepXapMtcB3cVVaS88za8wnGPXIlsXXJc2_7NpEIdKkv-yR-ykj2H6rYYLe48g4GDlZTu7B6I0VcpC2p9N2S892oqLp1nFPeQReSMGAcK5uc8b5HJVOcx7FfYoAHx7NgxpgpmUtOkU0wlgDJWtvOa7XA/s2269/1-Day_1_(A001)_(129).jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2269" data-original-width="2268" height="675" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpn1k3o7e3UGm65_wqxFa32D7N51GVL-aZWsyepXapMtcB3cVVaS88za8wnGPXIlsXXJc2_7NpEIdKkv-yR-ykj2H6rYYLe48g4GDlZTu7B6I0VcpC2p9N2S892oqLp1nFPeQReSMGAcK5uc8b5HJVOcx7FfYoAHx7NgxpgpmUtOkU0wlgDJWtvOa7XA/w675-h675/1-Day_1_(A001)_(129).jpg" width="675" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">The </span><b style="text-align: justify;">Hotel President </b><span style="text-align: justify;">was the Beatles' main home away from Liverpool during the spring/summer of 1963. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Just prior to taking the photographs in Russell Square, Hoffmann took a single image of the Beatles walking there from the hotel. Described in the Beatles London book as one of the best and liveliest pictures of the group, it was the inspiration for the statues on Liverpool's waterfront unveiled in 2015. The photo has appeared in countless books and magazines over the years, most notably on the front cover of the album 'On Air - Live At The BBC Vol. 2'. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisaAbqeoBE2RoYxMCm4ILoq6Mmqlh9AFWq-CGDhG_rbiLgqVSpiKwhQdHSUtz7q0dBYkewqDcchpKIaWtbzU7pZtgzEw_gnU_woPDL0i96btBigAfWU_R0qbVfL6cIWZqU6ZG1kyHIrifY5GswyvK9ikpubAJ9844A0rmDVhP2Iy7v9iyrrb9YpHs4Wg/s1500/on-air-live-at-the-bbc-volume-2.jpg" style="clear: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1375" data-original-width="1500" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisaAbqeoBE2RoYxMCm4ILoq6Mmqlh9AFWq-CGDhG_rbiLgqVSpiKwhQdHSUtz7q0dBYkewqDcchpKIaWtbzU7pZtgzEw_gnU_woPDL0i96btBigAfWU_R0qbVfL6cIWZqU6ZG1kyHIrifY5GswyvK9ikpubAJ9844A0rmDVhP2Iy7v9iyrrb9YpHs4Wg/w680-h622/on-air-live-at-the-bbc-volume-2.jpg" width="680" /></span></a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Woburn Place, WC1</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: white; color: black;">The Royal Hotel (now the Royal National)</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NROPf2ks7CtS_orjz8Q3FyJdOfgDdaMmSx1hfBo8hGyI8nt7zOBYyZnnxIf2cX6_p7SgnsGZMyWzBB1byCeTUS0item-7N8eepwgac2gv0Q9XhInzY5ZWfMYEhBQa3Ugfcu-6-Sa-QRqyZq4HLVsfMrETlgoN7dhFOFAjTOl4gu_OyyRUeDQYMzFJg/s4032/Day_1_(A001)_(134).jpg" style="background-color: white; clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="1199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NROPf2ks7CtS_orjz8Q3FyJdOfgDdaMmSx1hfBo8hGyI8nt7zOBYyZnnxIf2cX6_p7SgnsGZMyWzBB1byCeTUS0item-7N8eepwgac2gv0Q9XhInzY5ZWfMYEhBQa3Ugfcu-6-Sa-QRqyZq4HLVsfMrETlgoN7dhFOFAjTOl4gu_OyyRUeDQYMzFJg/w674-h1199/Day_1_(A001)_(134).jpg" width="674" /></a></span></p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On New Years Eve, 31 December 1961, the Beatles, John, Paul, George and Pete Best stayed here ahead of their early morning audition at Decca Records, briefly venturing out to join in the revelry in Trafalgar Square. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqLKyjVEi-lE4QcKMUVv6JW-wzEisUoRNErqF1Z-hFzEmewOfKIfLRG5TjxKkhI_JTcgSCtsM1Z_HcKhH2fLhzSBTS6tgPhuRU0tj75Pn48B9yI0UKwUPwmLIfvKXiITv7BVd4C22wmXPQy5g4umv4iX9o-TuQFbgqxXkp1W0pPHn_qPSeNYRM6i-0Kg/s2267/1-20200129_185924.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2267" data-original-width="2265" height="673" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqLKyjVEi-lE4QcKMUVv6JW-wzEisUoRNErqF1Z-hFzEmewOfKIfLRG5TjxKkhI_JTcgSCtsM1Z_HcKhH2fLhzSBTS6tgPhuRU0tj75Pn48B9yI0UKwUPwmLIfvKXiITv7BVd4C22wmXPQy5g4umv4iX9o-TuQFbgqxXkp1W0pPHn_qPSeNYRM6i-0Kg/w673-h673/1-20200129_185924.jpg" width="673" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Neil Aspinall and Pete Best shared room 1057 at the Royal Hotel.</b></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">And so, with the final moments of daylight fading, we cut across Tavistock Square to Gordon Street where we found the Bloomsbury Theatre and headed for the bar ahead of Mr. Lewisohn's show.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOwEAb61Lzh8qs2h_U_3Ta2rgz0_E22AQFcTCGeoNcBjN-uvc6PWPDXi0oLbUDmoQDwrUU7nS_nJlRjOiGUNGTuE1i_YAb6aH_1ttWEVjEkGEzi0LGZHOGEVCngRdKsWzgjZZqhi04Hfn47lDrtEsqZW__Kuna37N6sbhmPX4T06LWc_IaWpvLf9CNQ/s3313/Day%201%20(A001)%20(372).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2882" data-original-width="3313" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOwEAb61Lzh8qs2h_U_3Ta2rgz0_E22AQFcTCGeoNcBjN-uvc6PWPDXi0oLbUDmoQDwrUU7nS_nJlRjOiGUNGTuE1i_YAb6aH_1ttWEVjEkGEzi0LGZHOGEVCngRdKsWzgjZZqhi04Hfn47lDrtEsqZW__Kuna37N6sbhmPX4T06LWc_IaWpvLf9CNQ/s320/Day%201%20(A001)%20(372).jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Coming soon(ish): Part Six where we finally get to see Mark Lewishon's Evolver 62 show.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div style="mso-element: footnote-list;">
<span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--[endif]-->
</span><div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><b>Notes</b></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> As
we Northerners habitually refer to the Capital. It's a phrase from a 1990s
comedy sketch show by Harry Enfield. One group of characters were called “The
Scousers" and were a mashup of Liverpool stereotypes, and while their main
catchphrase was “ay, ay, calm down" (sigh) there was a one-off sketch
where they took a trip to London and constantly used the phrase “going down to
that London". For some reason the phrase stuck.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Steve’s
website: <o:p></o:p><a href="https://arrivewithouttravelling.com/" style="text-align: left;">Beatles Blog - Arrive Without Travelling - for Beatles fans</a></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> By
Mark Lewisohn, Piet Schreuders and Adam Smith (2008 edition)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Dead
ones, obviously.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>
See Walking The Beatles’ London Part Four.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn6" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> ‘Tune
In’, Mark Lewisohn (6-31 October 1962) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>
Sunday Mirror, 21 January 1968.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">[8] At the time of writing The Beatles London, the date was only given as "late June". The book 'The Beatles 1963: A Year in the Life', by Dafydd Rees (2022) gives the precise date. </span></p>
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</div></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-72707394304161450962023-01-10T23:57:00.004+00:002023-01-11T08:49:56.243+00:00A Sort of Homecoming: Abba's revisited<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>85 Woolton Road,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Garston, </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Liverpool,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>L19 6PL.</b></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZzP6siVEne5K19W0VZ1eeBt_jG_y9VMc6T-H03e1aN2KUoDWaZrX3qzPWU6ofVc1nk-DlImcf5PhQe9Mio8mgklF5QbiHEJjKETLts4yP2s2p3-ffPhTcllaGSkUTEVGgPuct7I3ZywFqy_fJUskfugpLWM-8c8VCT1IvFdnoeUP0VGQxWekRlcrxtg/s4032/20220806_154653.heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZzP6siVEne5K19W0VZ1eeBt_jG_y9VMc6T-H03e1aN2KUoDWaZrX3qzPWU6ofVc1nk-DlImcf5PhQe9Mio8mgklF5QbiHEJjKETLts4yP2s2p3-ffPhTcllaGSkUTEVGgPuct7I3ZywFqy_fJUskfugpLWM-8c8VCT1IvFdnoeUP0VGQxWekRlcrxtg/w679-h382/20220806_154653.heic" width="679" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><b>What’s the first thing you do when you
go back to Liverpool? </b></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Most of the time I fly up. So, I’ll get to
Liverpool airport, the John Lennon Airport, and I’ll have a car [waiting for
me] and I’ll drive myself from thereon. I’m normally with someone, one of my
mates... One time was with Bono, actually, and we drove together because we
were both going to the same event at Liverpool Arena</i>. (Paul McCartney talking to Dylan Jones for
GQ magazine, 4 August 2020)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>It was 6 November 2008, and they were in town to
attend the MTV European Music Awards held at the Echo Arena on Liverpool's waterfront.</span><a href="#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="color: black;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span>The U2 frontman Bono was there to present Paul with
the Ultimate Legend Award</span> <a href="#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>.
<span> </span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span>Bono told the crowd he was delighted to be in </span><i>the
capital…of east Ireland…We Irish claim the Beatles. </i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">To audible pantomime boos from the crowd he continued </span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><i>Listen pal, if it wasn’t
for the potato famine, John, Paul, George and Ringo would have come from bubblin’
Dublin</i><span>.</span><span> </span><a href="#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span></span></a></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Anyway, I’m here tonight to bestow the first, last
and only, MTV Ultimate award, or as Macca was saying in the car on the way here,
the MTV Supreme Being award. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Introducing Paul to the stage, Bono said: <i>Liverpool,
this is the man who invented my job.</i></span><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Bono again referenced their drive to the arena: <i>On the
way here Paul McCartney, who was driving the car, was pointing out every place
in Liverpool he cycled, he wrote songs, where he bunked school… It was like
being in the Pope-mobile with the Pope driving. In the universe of rock and
roll bands, the Beatles were the big bang. I saw tonight how much Liverpool
means to Paul McCartney and you can feel how much Paul McCartney means to
Liverpool."</i></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Accepting the award, McCartney said: <i>Many years
ago, four little boys were born here in Liverpool, and we went on to do quite
well.</i></span><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><i>So, thanks to all my family, to all of you for
coming along to all of you in Liverpool, to everyone in Britain, to everyone in
America for voting in Mr. Obama</i>. I love you. Thank you.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">You can watch the whole of Bono’s introduction, and
Paul’s acceptance speech <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpH5rem6sIk">here:</a></span></b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpH5rem6sIk">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpH5rem6sIk</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPQAG3d3drSAeYl_gB9UKlL53vi8U3hPi5WMrKxd1HXj45D_1v1BcFncMxfoeG40fcy4FtDrD6y2x-qwudBn64iFynQoaxDniiU_ih_trJVb4eOzxjausexVfHhIFDuPyPIQhex7W3aWRydU1ts7PpVmLN-QeHe_24UcgGMejtnuaKfrJlmfnwuYjrA/s810/6%20nov%202008.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="810" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPQAG3d3drSAeYl_gB9UKlL53vi8U3hPi5WMrKxd1HXj45D_1v1BcFncMxfoeG40fcy4FtDrD6y2x-qwudBn64iFynQoaxDniiU_ih_trJVb4eOzxjausexVfHhIFDuPyPIQhex7W3aWRydU1ts7PpVmLN-QeHe_24UcgGMejtnuaKfrJlmfnwuYjrA/w640-h426/6%20nov%202008.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Bono and Paul McCartney, 6 November 2008 at the Echo Arena, Liverpool. Note brother Michael on the left. </span></b></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></o:p></span></p><!--more--><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On 1 November 2022 Bono published his memoir, ‘Surrender:
40 Songs, One Story’ and flicking through a copy in my local supermarket I was
pleased to discover he’d included further details about the event from 14 years
previously.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I’m sitting in the front seat of a red Range Rover. The driver, who has
just picked me up from John Lennon Airport in Liverpool, is Paul McCartney.
He’s taking me and Jimmy Iovine on a magical mystery tour through his hometown,
showing us the neighbourhoods where the Fab Four grew up. He’s pointing here,
there, and everywhere. And apologizing. “You sure you’re interested in this?”
“Oh yes,” I reply. “I couldn’t be more interested.” “Yeah? Okay, well, that’s
where George’s neighbourhood was. It was a rough neighbourhood, George’s.
Really Ringo’s was a little tougher. I’ll show you where he was in a minute.
John was like a little nobby. Not too nobby, but a little nobby. And mine, my
family were okay. We were over there. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As he drives, he points out the window. “There’s the 86 bus. John and I
used to ride there, just gone by. You sure you don’t mind me telling you this?”
“Oh no, I don’t mind. Please go on.” Do I mind? It’s like Moses giving you a
tour of the holy land. It’s like Freud giving you a tour of the brain. It’s
like Neil Armstrong giving you a tour of the moon. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It’s like Paul McCartney driving me through the geography of a music
that has transformed my life. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1116" data-original-width="2381" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXXezl2PNsG-cC5XsfLH0V6cdAcmlKBUm0YpePhm_BhipXDFS9Z9M4kF7HSaX0SCXsn0TWxmypj2dAjcNmhJMkpN9bHU10Yrjap-rpPHcTOZe763Qmie_3CMAX1NKan8v6QZR5ud3CijPxVGB-PDxdF_JaJdRTQKBLezMsbzTHBFgBe_YqIStmZn8Bg/w677-h317/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2010012023%20200410.jpg" width="677" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span></span></span></div><p></p><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand;">The traffic lights at the junction of Long Lane and Horrocks Avenue / Woolton Road (Google maps)</b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This is the bit that really interests me<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We pull up at a light. “See over there? That newsagent? It’s changed a
bit, but that’s where I had my first real conversation with John.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Now I know a bit about The Beatles lore and wonder if his memory is
playing tricks. “But I thought your first conversation with John was when he
was in the Quarrymen, and they played at that fete in St. Peter’s Church.” Paul
looks at me with, I feel, some respect. “Yeah, that’s true,” he says, smiling.
“But I’m talking real, insightful stuff, not just ‘What sort of guitar do you
use?’ or ‘What sort of tunes are you listening to?’” <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">“Insightful? How do you mean?” <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></i></p>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>“Well, John bought a bar of chocolate, Cadbury’s chocolate, and when he
came out of the newsagent’s he broke it in half. Gave me one half. I was amazed
because, you know, back then, chocolate was really something. Most boys would
break off a little square, but John gave me half his bar.” </i><a href="#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></i></p>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>I was musing on this as Paul put his foot on the accelerator and we
moved off. “I don’t know why I’m telling you that.” Perhaps he did know. I knew.
In an instant it was clear to me that the greatest collaboration in the history
of popular culture started with a fifty-fifty deal on a bar of chocolate.
Lennon and McCartney. Born over a bar of Cadbury’s chocolate.” </i><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: black;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivp-C-Vsgs1Oo6Pxu240LI3rgRQ3mroP8NrlWScntpOF3cOEEguJFmCa312epelf96izuO2CEpKe8OTXlwxVnsHD_8-6SiKKfFHFJgZy324n0eqhJQ2aZhYaFaxPBJRd7OgaGd1XAz5qNWQE4AxueCzSrDfIVfoqr9avLrkDsYHlL_nQfVt-PhQiNLRQ/s1239/ABBAs%20crop.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1239" data-original-width="1123" height="744" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivp-C-Vsgs1Oo6Pxu240LI3rgRQ3mroP8NrlWScntpOF3cOEEguJFmCa312epelf96izuO2CEpKe8OTXlwxVnsHD_8-6SiKKfFHFJgZy324n0eqhJQ2aZhYaFaxPBJRd7OgaGd1XAz5qNWQE4AxueCzSrDfIVfoqr9avLrkDsYHlL_nQfVt-PhQiNLRQ/w674-h744/ABBAs%20crop.jpg" width="674" /></a></b></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span></span></span></b></p><!--more--><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The significance of the newsagents<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A recap. A footnote in Mark Lewisohn's ultimate
Beatles' biography ‘Tune In’ questions whether the Woolton Church fete, held on
July 6, 1957, was in fact the first time Lennon and McCartney met. Lewisohn
revealed that on occasion, in certain (private) company, Paul will admit that
the Woolton Church fete was NOT the place of their first meeting. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">During an
interview with Esquire magazine in 2015 McCartney confirmed that prior to the
fete he’d seen John around the neighbourhood: <i>He was just a ted</i></span><i style="font-family: Quicksand;">, on the bus – greasy hair, long sideburns, shuffling around like he was Mr Hard. And I saw him on the top deck of the bus <b>often</b>, before I met him. Saw him in the queue at a chip shop once. And I thought, “He looks cool.” </i><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span></span> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In other variations of that story Paul confirms
that not only had he seen John before being formally introduced but had
actually spoken to him outside the newsagents during the time he (Paul) was a
paperboy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPp3O7PBnxIdJ-_IUsTq9sKZiNErC8flgDNGiWRgq9YJ65G_uxQ27OfDfFtRJMwqVHWPPiht7J9JdUXF6XzM7NdySJu33uTY4UIiW6SIDHBzC2ctnWvewGzmo1XgBgvDSpKCd9_5LVFQrm2yJ87WOZE3JpsK0gVAEU60iYS80hmGeUEeybnvYshf-cw/s1686/75380261_2538610706417373_5738967573299462144_o.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1064" data-original-width="1686" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPp3O7PBnxIdJ-_IUsTq9sKZiNErC8flgDNGiWRgq9YJ65G_uxQ27OfDfFtRJMwqVHWPPiht7J9JdUXF6XzM7NdySJu33uTY4UIiW6SIDHBzC2ctnWvewGzmo1XgBgvDSpKCd9_5LVFQrm2yJ87WOZE3JpsK0gVAEU60iYS80hmGeUEeybnvYshf-cw/w675-h426/75380261_2538610706417373_5738967573299462144_o.jpg" width="675" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The war memorial and row of shops on Woolton Road / Long Lane. W.W. Abba's newsagents shop at 85 Woolton Road is on the extreme right of the photo.</b> </span></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">In a previous <a href="https://beatlesliverpoollocations.blogspot.com/2019/05/i-could-stay-up-half-night-trying-to.html">blog</a> in 2019, I wrote at length about how I
discovered where that newsagent’s shop was, and how </span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;">that first meeting might have
taken place. </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"> </span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Bono’s book adds some delightful details to the
story while simultaneously messing up the chronology of events that I and other
historians had pretty much settled on.</span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">So, taking a pragmatic approach, Paul was a paper
boy after he moved to Forthlin Road, circa 1956-57, during which time he met
John Lennon at the Woolton fete on 6 July 1957.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The newsagents Paul delivered for was at 85 Woolton Road, owned - from
circa 1955 - by a Dennis Dunne, although the locals still referred to the shop
as 'Abba’s' after the former owner had long moved on to new premises on Aigburth Road.</span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The shop was Julia Lennon’s local newsagents, and
likely used by John to buy cigarettes and, perhaps, Cadbury’s chocolate
whenever he was staying with her.</span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Paul may well have seen him here before the formal
introductions but to me, the incident Paul reflects upon seems to have taken
place </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;">after the Woolton fete introduction, </span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">in the very early days of their friendship when they were still getting to know one another.</span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Whatever the correct timespan is, what is clear is that
this particular row of shops holds a very special place amongst Paul’s memories
of his early days with John Lennon in Liverpool. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">So, what’s the route of Paul’s Beatle tour?<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">My best guess would be that
after landing at Liverpool John Lennon,</span><a href="#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" style="font-family: Quicksand;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="color: black; line-height: 107%;">[8]</span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">
which in itself must trigger some sort of response from Paul, he heads into
Speke, up Eastern Avenue and turning left into Central Way until the junction
with Oldbridge Road where he turns right and immediately right again into
Withington Road. On his left is Ardwick Road and the second of the two houses
he lived in during his time in Speke.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Returning to Central Way he
may divert for a moment, to take a look at George’s former home in Upton Green
before continuing west to appropriately enough, Western Avenue passing his old
house at number 72.</span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">At the top of Western Avenue
is the A561 (Speke Boulevard) where he turns left towards the city centre. He
passes the old Liverpool airport, used by the Beatles in 1962-3 when they were
making their final trips to Hamburg, and their earliest visits to London, and,
most famously, on 10 July 1964 when the group returned to Liverpool for the
northern premiere of ‘A Hard Day’s Night’ and drove into the city centre from
the airport along a route lined by so many people that the Beatles <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>must have felt like the entire city had turned
out to welcome them home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_MFK8nF6HMKJk6saodE762Sb6f1AFmP5R2k-2FxUKt4sQ7JAhzCpnl9UXNic0v30Eh09p0kYTgD08WBQ_i7yFDEDn1xZcdHqINAMsp-VoA1FnTbJQGBr7N7gZ8zAG3mkX4epa2PFdv3Zicj70h6bVI0_tm1b5gE65-xasxvTDbu6uvGLTUuR8w0Gtg/s864/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2003112018%20203823.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="538" height="1086" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_MFK8nF6HMKJk6saodE762Sb6f1AFmP5R2k-2FxUKt4sQ7JAhzCpnl9UXNic0v30Eh09p0kYTgD08WBQ_i7yFDEDn1xZcdHqINAMsp-VoA1FnTbJQGBr7N7gZ8zAG3mkX4epa2PFdv3Zicj70h6bVI0_tm1b5gE65-xasxvTDbu6uvGLTUuR8w0Gtg/w675-h1086/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2003112018%20203823.jpg" width="675" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">It's the route that I expect Paul
still largely follows today. Shortly after passing the former Matchworks
building (a favourite of George Harrison) he takes the right turn onto Horrocks
Avenue, pointing out the site of Wilson Hall (where he had his first paid gig
with the Quarrymen) and drives up the hill to the junction with Long Lane. Here
Horrocks Avenue branches to the right, becoming Woolton Road, and there in
front of him at the traffic lights is the Garston War Memorial and a row of
shops still so vivid in his memory. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">While Paul’s memories of Beatlemania can sometimes
appear a bit blurry around the edges, unsurprising when you consider how much
they did in such a relatively short period, and the anecdotes can sound tired
through the constant retelling, when he's asked about the more carefree,
pre-fame days a light switch seems to flick on and he's right back there.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I've said this before, somebody really needs to sit
down with him and get all of the pre-fame stuff written down instead of asking
him about the Beatles again. Likewise, Ringo, who has said in interviews that
he's occasionally asked to do an autobiography but refuses because the
publishers only want to know about those seven years. He's said the really
interesting stuff is the pre-fab days. I agree. There's so much fascinating
material in 'Tune In' about Ringo's life up to the end of 1962 that it would
almost make a stand-alone book. In 2023 he will be 83 years old. I for one
would love to read about the first 20 years of Ringo's life growing up in the
Dingle.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I like driving and I don’t
want to be driven around Liverpool. And I know all the routes, you know? Most
of the time I’m driving to LIPA [Liverpool Institute For Performing Arts,
co-founded by McCartney in 1996] and on my way I pass all the old haunts and
it’s like a guided tour, with me as the tour guide. I’ll say, “And this is
where John’s mother, Julia, lived and we used to go round and visit her. And
this is the street here where I had my first girlfriend.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt;"><i><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>So it’s all that. “This is
where I did this; this is where I took this girl out...” I can remember lots of
stuff. “This is where we did our first little gig, at a place called The Wilson
Hall, and then over here me and John used to walk down this street with our
guitars and then I would walk up there, to his house, across the golf course.” </i>(Paul McCartney talking to
Dylan Jones for GQ magazine, 4 August 2020)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">In my fantasy world I would drive Paul or Ringo
around Liverpool, stop at various locations and get them to go into as much detail
about the place as they can remember, because, as anyone who has lost a parent or
grandparent will know, sadly when they're gone, they're gone.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It's a pipe dream I know, and I suppose the closest
we'll ever get to it is by watching "Carpool Karaoke" but for a
moment just imagine driving Paul to Garston bottle works for example, and saying
"right, tell me about the night Allan Williams brought you all here to try
and persuade Tommy Moore to rejoin the group." He's probably never
been asked about that in over 60 years. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">M.P. Ashworth (2023) unless otherwise stated.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> 'A Sort of Homecoming' is the opening track on U2’s 1984 album, 'The Unforgettable Fire'.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Now known as the M&S Arena.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>2008 was
Liverpool’s year as the European Capital of Culture. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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And where better to receive it than in his home city?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <span style="color: black; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-themecolor: text1;">Pre-empting the 'Nothing Is
Real' podcast guys by some 14 years </span><o:p></o:p><a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/series/m001fcx8">https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/series/m001fcx8</a></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span></span></a> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The
wartime rationing of confectionary, including chocolate started in the UK in 1942
and ended in 1953. I
once sat and talked about John Lennon with Len Garry, a friend of John and Paul’s
and a former/current member of the Quarry Men. He too mentioned John’s
generosity, whereas another member of their group, Pete Shotton (who had access to American
cigarettes from his older brother, was “as tight as a mouse’s earhole”, or
words to that effect). </span></p></div>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Taken
from the book ‘Surrender: 40 Songs, One Story’ by Bono (2022) <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Ted
– Teddy Boy (a greasy rocker) although John wasn’t, really. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn8;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> the
first airport in the UK to be named after a person</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYVDhjr-R7pIuDMA9FNpMl0ClN9aJSeMXD6J8qRtOdAvoYjcGUT7hWHzkhSib008nFLHDFd5d8D3jijKboDPXXPygACN2aLI70JrZA95FPwUzY0MducPmWlVV7zTuud7avp62ALJgXYvd50BLcYndYRq0D4S_O48CtDIYZu6wHRokMhiklGcoOdZc2g/s820/Fullscreen%20capture%2029052022%20124505.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="517" height="1077" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYVDhjr-R7pIuDMA9FNpMl0ClN9aJSeMXD6J8qRtOdAvoYjcGUT7hWHzkhSib008nFLHDFd5d8D3jijKboDPXXPygACN2aLI70JrZA95FPwUzY0MducPmWlVV7zTuud7avp62ALJgXYvd50BLcYndYRq0D4S_O48CtDIYZu6wHRokMhiklGcoOdZc2g/w680-h1077/Fullscreen%20capture%2029052022%20124505.jpg" width="680" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>
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</div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-86177409564711921172023-01-03T22:34:00.010+00:002023-01-04T12:45:57.704+00:00Walking The Beatles' London - October 2022 (part four)<div class="separator"><div style="clear: left; float: left; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqB84WO0BC4zMWbnFfwlW-sTwAnh_8058zmbXOsWTf_P2iqkHJ_-Fkd57MzIvXjAgXHSSg9lY13L5LSdKX5UeqGBXloUnClw5Plkr8sQf-nLt_Fmu-ZbvnLUA_njCi7O5JcfIkEbUlFZHIogvNtIklJr5TJdOPGWHTf3wjMBvJnY3hCCZ8SgB_JOHNCg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1500" height="676" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqB84WO0BC4zMWbnFfwlW-sTwAnh_8058zmbXOsWTf_P2iqkHJ_-Fkd57MzIvXjAgXHSSg9lY13L5LSdKX5UeqGBXloUnClw5Plkr8sQf-nLt_Fmu-ZbvnLUA_njCi7O5JcfIkEbUlFZHIogvNtIklJr5TJdOPGWHTf3wjMBvJnY3hCCZ8SgB_JOHNCg=w676-h676" width="676" /></a></div></b></span></div></div><div class="separator"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A recap: On Saturday 8 October 2022, I visited London with my fellow Beatles historian Steve Bradley to attend <b>Evolver 62</b>, Mark Lewisohn’s one-man show at the Bloomsbury Theatre. As the show didn’t start until 7.30pm we agreed in advance that it would be too late to travel home afterwards and decided to make a weekend of it. Armed with The Beatles' London, the indispensable guide to the 467 Beatles’ sites in the capital, Steve drew up an itinerary and we decided to try and visit as many as we could.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Of course, we didn't get anywhere near the magic 467, but I discovered that if you are prepared to spend two days walking 23 miles around the streets of London, you do manage to see quite a lot of them and get some quite magnificent blisters for your efforts.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We also had fun creating some Then and Now type comparison photographs whenever the opportunity presented itself, which I’ll post at the appropriate points.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I should also warn those of a nervous disposition that this post contains some notable but decidedly non-Beatle-y locations too.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>And so, in the
order we visited them, here's </span><b>part four:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #666666;">3 Savile Row, W1</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1202" data-original-width="676" height="1204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUkdDlCu23BQVEE37JLF3L9LnzCM4YUh-UK4nlLmLWbqjeWVZovAvXEuoAisoICcSxvG-3arRo8IrVaQ_JLlYi3uzb_S4xrPYhppt--oYgtsiOHHMj2ofbmzbp6Imb8tS6l3cSVdFBmIbfPMuDL1kM307Xi2gf2l62eOrkFjtekhZB-WEqdtqIftKnxA=w677-h1204" width="677" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Until recently, 3 Savile Row was the clothing store Abercrombie and Finch.</span></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Continuing our tour of the former homes of some of Britain’s greatest military commanders we ventured to Savile Row, world famous the world over for its traditional bespoke tailoring for men.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Number 3 was originally the home of Admiral John Forbes (1714-1796). Though he returned from war debilitated and unable to walk, Forbes still rose to the highest rank in the British Navy, a position he conducted from this house.</div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Upon his death the house was inherited by his son-in-law, 3rd Lieutenant William Wellesley-Pole, who leased the house to General Robert Ross (1766-1814). Ross is known Stateside as the British General who destroyed all the public buildings in Washington, including the White House, during the Peninsular War. 3 Savile Row was also the temporary home (twice) of the Duke of Wellington, Arthur Wellesley (1769-1852), notably in 1814 after returning from the Peninsular War following Napoleon’s exile.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Despite all three men being dead for more than the requisite twenty years there are no commemorative blue plaques for them on the front of number 3. There is only one, installed on 5 April 2019, marking an iconic musical event that happened in 1969. [3]</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpLLyZaJQbdrqV8nRgSLseLbKYgWGvDCLW5IKGBBlsn3VLGxzEiIWgVk1cE4rvNZClhx4nem4HlVf4O8xRIkBIMmJYFIQZTjWzQwMjaWx-gHkZYi7gIzmQ73_avyxYqrH68F3F3lrVl8Q3LjdS7u8hYT0QrUE-9C4ymhKUwokBG7l2AqTObM2XjQdSg/w676-h452/Day%201%20(A001)%20(180).JPG" width="676" /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><!--more--></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;">The Beatles’ London book describes the former headquarters of Apple Corps as</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"> </span><i style="text-align: justify;">‘a mecca of the Beatles’ London, running EMI’s studios at Abbey Road a close second as a must-see attraction’. </i></div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">That was written in 1994. 27 years later Peter Jackson’s extraordinary ‘Get Back’ film has undoubtedly renewed the interest of long-time Beatle fans', and brought a generation of new ones to Savile Row to visit this fine Georgian townhouse. With so many images from the film still so fresh in my mind I couldn't wait to see the building again having not personally visited for 33 years.</span></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="96" data-original-width="265" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Lh27xV4G7C-nqT7r7KT3nWL1lthmUV10mG6T4sumnJ_4Er23fAt0zoM3WIY_vr-wi-i8SzcNDfYdM-cVdT0lO0g4VwfB67a2tNlk1C2JYNNAz4Ls_VN2swb8lmxH8Ok-bKn2eZTDweEJYHHGsDhn_amF7HGGCu3fC920CqoxAiY9DWJgZAV4HhWsEw/w673-h244/image-124.png" width="673" /></div></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><div style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>New Musical Express, 1 June 1968</b></div></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><b><span><!--more--></span></b></span></span></span></div></span></span><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Beatles moved in on 15 July 1968. It was the third premises for their record label and associated companies which initially operated from a tiny office above the clothes shop in Baker Street before moving to 95 Wigmore Street in January 1968, where the other companies sharing the building complained about the noise. Buying the freehold on 3 Savile Row allowed the Beatles to make as much noise as they liked, renovate, and decorate it how they liked, meet with, and entertain whoever they liked, and relax by whatever means they preferred, within the comfort of their own offices, although as Paul would later admit in 'Anthology', being busted was something that they were all at risk of at that time. </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="460" height="405" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg21uL4_9Jse8m9dLPTJKmREwK5zibkfaX-hLoYNb32ctctTB3HAF9P_5ZHVmespfh4Yv7KpT-tNSc4zzciN9lxnluTXx_cnUEWsBctFE-ypuEa7dmhdRf8bbrZrJtwUrAkMriEvLUm1yStQd4Y_csCHB4L8WZ0w3y9AimxIhRY6y7GN832OZqYElGXbw/w675-h405/R.jpg" width="675" /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></span></span></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Each of the Fabs had their own office, notably John and Yoko’s on the first floor, from where they conducted media and peace related events throughout the latter half of 1968 through to 1970. Neil Aspinall, Mal Evans, Peter Brown and Alastair Taylor, the Liverpool mafia who had been with the group since the start were also given offices. </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><b>Neil Aspinall</b></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><b>:</b> <i>It was a big building. The record division was on the ground floor and the studio was in the basement. On the first floor there was a room for me and each of The Beatles. The next floor up from me was the press office, and after that I can’t remember. </i></span></span><i style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;">It might have been exciting for everybody else, and for people that came in from the outside, but for me it was hard work setting it up and there was always a lot of chaos.</span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;">I was running Apple, but I have no idea what my position was – probably the lotus position. Running Apple at that time was hard work, in the sense that there were so many different ideas coming in, and people had different criteria for how Apple should be run and what it should represent, and who should be on the label and what colour the room should be decorated… On that level it was pretty difficult. Talking about colours is maybe a bit superficial, but it’s a symptom. There were big rooms at Savile Row, and somebody would say: ‘Why don’t you put a partition across the room so you can be here, and the secretary can be in the other room.’ So, you would get a partition built, and then the next day somebody else (a different Beatle) would come in and say: ‘What’s this partition doing here?’ and kick it down.</span></span></i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Someone would ask: ‘Do we need a press office?’ – ‘Yes, we do.’ – ‘Well, maybe we don’t…’ –</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Derek Taylor was persuaded to return to the UK from America to run the press office. </div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; mso-highlight: yellow;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><b>Derek Taylor</b><span style="background-color: white;"> (Press Officer)</span><b>:</b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><i>There’s no doubt that by the end of 1968 (although I thought I was living for others; always martyring myself for the boys and all that). I was in my own egocentric way having an enormous amount of fun – ringmastering this circus for my own personal satisfaction, if you like. I was in a job that really suited me because it was chaotic. It was unmanageable, and yet it had a real press focus, and the work was getting done. But, had I been one of the boys, coming in as they did now again looking in on it, I’d have been shocked.</i></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvq9g0PgbEDq2wVt68dGxOEvqGGrPfLhfqn7krdKuCHihEVuaMQUV7wQ_nC9svmM7SD7Ic7MxRB2GGF1j5Rkd5n8KDmls6TaczWV5PW4253UzwHO3GY74gb4v8tQhHb3lMeq-AAS0otFprEx3jaH1lqKHGs8Re0KZwZoO4D0FEKO11vzJ4CTgVCHqQw/s1200/8gqi2nvU79HTFtchTDrwBiOy6UwNpxFuRHeo50KltdU.webp" style="clear: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvq9g0PgbEDq2wVt68dGxOEvqGGrPfLhfqn7krdKuCHihEVuaMQUV7wQ_nC9svmM7SD7Ic7MxRB2GGF1j5Rkd5n8KDmls6TaczWV5PW4253UzwHO3GY74gb4v8tQhHb3lMeq-AAS0otFprEx3jaH1lqKHGs8Re0KZwZoO4D0FEKO11vzJ4CTgVCHqQw/w677-h353/8gqi2nvU79HTFtchTDrwBiOy6UwNpxFuRHeo50KltdU.webp" width="677" /></a></div><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; mso-highlight: yellow;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Derek behind his desk at 3 Savile Row. The photo behind him (right) shows the Beatles with Mavis Smith, Derek's assistant, backstage at the Liverpool Empire in December 1965.</b></div></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-size: large; mso-highlight: yellow;"><span><!--more--></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; mso-highlight: yellow;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">Neil Aspinall:</b><span> <i>It was anarchy, really. Some of my memories are happy; some are not. I can’t say that I really enjoyed Savile Row that much.</i></span></div></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; mso-highlight: yellow;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: Quicksand; mso-highlight: yellow;"><b>John Lennon:</b> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><i>And then I brought in Magic Alex, and it just went from bad to worse.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The steps outside the front door became the place for fans to congregate, with many spending all day and night waiting for the Beatles. Their devotion was later immortalised by George Harrison in his song ‘Apple Scruffs’.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_a4YQF0PXx7CzZ8I2H13rePXbGkO9Ix3sVxcDjAdJ60HmI05GqdaZWLd8Tx_OHtH50jC94WetKghoL7-CqnruwmKogAKeEWUtTrpI_lWT--6sCdrysCbGUxYU5peZn7GMQmLKl_j32mrICf5zWyu2VlJdzNY--7nvjGXfgKLsCUjkXNStgxB3dgKyQ/s702/saville%20row%20p.jpg" style="background-color: white; clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="702" data-original-width="684" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_a4YQF0PXx7CzZ8I2H13rePXbGkO9Ix3sVxcDjAdJ60HmI05GqdaZWLd8Tx_OHtH50jC94WetKghoL7-CqnruwmKogAKeEWUtTrpI_lWT--6sCdrysCbGUxYU5peZn7GMQmLKl_j32mrICf5zWyu2VlJdzNY--7nvjGXfgKLsCUjkXNStgxB3dgKyQ/w373-h383/saville%20row%20p.jpg" width="373" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="614" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVpVzuumUF900LzGd5LieXLT0uqLEniqyTshrjBNmrrOKiLvSZYhfBuIvDytsHDKOp1fu_TurrSCY8sUYfF5AJJDAmuoKT8bh_5JfFBl0y5uD8g2Tf9N9HThkqJrjStFV2UC4Z40Fya62HydufJJRHxGysdxLHHiQK3OcddGICHtKTiK8rNqK2DtrMHw/w328-h330/savilel%20row%20john.jpg" width="328" /></span></a></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="467" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi92GcYPDfz8u5TQ8rUB5mfN-Ow5PDrfl2TKmqhIXZzMQTFySTP82ClscNyFMLizX9jCZVGbLdN8zjjJMqYbmdNFpfM0zIdMrtjXDHJuC1kKimy4NXPMKSMgLUHWmwNHQku7y-mY9PP4RGd2zkKCwJyrEcWXq4U0nfJ9SZ0EFF_HYVJYXP1uJjVXfJnUg/w324-h354/saville%2068.jpg" style="text-align: left;" width="324" /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="292" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVyTlSlmfJ75NwmnrER5_OGI-_GGFWk7pp-vybqWkEcwBc_QK1uf99UluBD7VpzyIkahtMH8hekatY47MgeLO_GT9FahGDCdJKa5LL1NZk0iAH5tVgp97HRFyBotGZ954mMjAuTdSaan-2NA0anupTfzIWprUKRBWqaHxlnih1HcGBoraPLLUC1NC5lg" width="239" /></span></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="564" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNfUzfLuuQ_i3IOOwgGRawqDxi2f9jEKQwjK8UR2F3uN2leoKOjhLPdwen8_-7MHCm9wA_WI7Cj5Wq99tjPl-KfsZiiMJ3OucDvnJa3YKMsFP9ooZduoEsYXouvIRaCbRWhUmD2em7RXn8UHXGOq3cSAVdzX07Q4q9cnjjlyCERdLeslPqWNMXXB-gw/w410-h307/saville%20j%20and%20y.webp" style="text-align: left;" width="410" /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">A selection of fan photos showing the comings and goings at 3 Savile Row, and the author in October 2022 top left. </span></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><!--more--></span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Neil Aspinall:</b> <i>We’d put an ad in the paper, saying: ‘Send us your tapes and they will not be thrown straight into the wastepaper basket. We will answer.’ We got inundated with tapes and poetry and scripts. We were overwhelmed by it all, in actual fact. </i></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><i>(It was) ‘should we sign this artist, or shouldn’t we?’ Somebody would be signed because one person liked them, and then somebody else would be signed because somebody else liked them.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand;">The Beatles never signed anyone on the strength of a sent-in tape but as Paul would later remember, at least people knew they were interested, and as a result they got James Taylor, Mary Hopkin and Badfinger.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPs-xmOBfRePqmDRQCR9UzeKNerpdH3Pbodz_IpBAo33wCbw9oD44Cl7gNM_ytkz3n52motXmoY-fDjsjd1c8A2QRjxj1nkETURcCgfPe0lqLObi39CNwkQSDoPBlw1pmkY2nS16pxWwmp35uDHG0WrrQUTK4by1E-ZTRfpZ4Nd0lKsaGW4HjLFMctlw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="675" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPs-xmOBfRePqmDRQCR9UzeKNerpdH3Pbodz_IpBAo33wCbw9oD44Cl7gNM_ytkz3n52motXmoY-fDjsjd1c8A2QRjxj1nkETURcCgfPe0lqLObi39CNwkQSDoPBlw1pmkY2nS16pxWwmp35uDHG0WrrQUTK4by1E-ZTRfpZ4Nd0lKsaGW4HjLFMctlw=w675-h380" width="675" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Of course, the Beatles also did some fine work here, together and apart. There was a recording studio in the basement where 7 of the 12 songs appearing on the album ‘Let It Be’, as well as the B-side ‘Don’t Let Me Down’ were taped in January 1969 [2].</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwFooFOfMfdOtgxE9dAkdKWFt2CFJzDO1zThnR166LGMvVKe5Yznnw_b6jVvMrmu6XPPB_2V5kx54NnHwUwUNhePN2WcV7ONlxcssfP5ohGE4uwsxh7M4No3SJDMrSFBmpLC5s4soIeFJJAHYAu4eHsH4u3xhbth4lGAHLOo1343w4A6pHNRddu-o4jA=w679-h454" style="font-size: large;" width="679" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="419" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC0vXqMPT_8HBP-xoBV5JfEnUZzJXAOyjD9zsCdu55iTrZqHTnaVzMPtMGDvxz3dOMBEIYsVUXJ6yCT3TWj3eZGCxL14kGTkw7A3LMtwsM1_DQkZaUydFk31oi_nTJasu4ElSIJsA_HB-S7u6fH1innLUYjPoqPqza5EOcCdFFYtPfWjiD9es5ApAwOg/w235-h419/Day%201%20(A001)%20(45).heic" width="235" /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEOru8eixWNKPdeChFge-pMVEe4dwPASRVhPCNVB9avCoAfNirBrBZZcytPGwWojO-YD2dAHLxucPM3zKEcweu5NA1XoknrasZX84n-Qu-3Kv6iqNN4ZVG_qzewfPF8LFsKSSr4UpDeqS-tP6uOoiA74jEUKfLPA6-CRTHV7MYR8o27Mxnsym-wIc_Gw" style="clear: right; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="423" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEOru8eixWNKPdeChFge-pMVEe4dwPASRVhPCNVB9avCoAfNirBrBZZcytPGwWojO-YD2dAHLxucPM3zKEcweu5NA1XoknrasZX84n-Qu-3Kv6iqNN4ZVG_qzewfPF8LFsKSSr4UpDeqS-tP6uOoiA74jEUKfLPA6-CRTHV7MYR8o27Mxnsym-wIc_Gw=w317-h423" width="317" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>Fortuitously we were able to access the steps down to the basement for a photo.</b> </div><span style="font-size: large;"><!--more--></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Three tracks on the album were recorded during the impromptu concert given by the Beatles up on the roof of 3 Savile Row at lunchtime on 30 January 1969. It turned out to be their last ever live performance.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Beatles had a plan to play live somewhere and were debating where to go. As everyone who has watched 'Get Back' will know, there was endless talk of playing somewhere exotic, but in the end, they decided to play on the roof because it was much simpler than going anywhere else.</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both;"><span style="background-color: transparent; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijxHPcseO-O1R328Vp66Xzqvn8IhOpIX_qr0n4RcEAuImsjccyoxiF3e55HS_Oc23_QyL5pzAGBYL_rr6FftOMFo0807pUTbEjuxtew6yMlqw3T4aAPUsT6ekPAJ1tYLjyGliA7dUgJF8Y_KdHlz6XAVoVoeVTUERUCtqnGAJLn2yTCCtSDgxq76B1fA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1284" data-original-width="1000" height="867" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijxHPcseO-O1R328Vp66Xzqvn8IhOpIX_qr0n4RcEAuImsjccyoxiF3e55HS_Oc23_QyL5pzAGBYL_rr6FftOMFo0807pUTbEjuxtew6yMlqw3T4aAPUsT6ekPAJ1tYLjyGliA7dUgJF8Y_KdHlz6XAVoVoeVTUERUCtqnGAJLn2yTCCtSDgxq76B1fA=w674-h867" width="674" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="background-color: transparent; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Paul: </b><i>It was good fun, actually. We had to set the mikes up and get a show together. I remember seeing Vicki Wickham of Ready, Steady, Go! on the opposite roof, for some reason, with the street between us. She and a couple of friends sat there, and then the secretaries from the lawyers' offices next door came out on their roof.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">[Author's note: Just before starting the first proper performance of 'Get Back' on the rooftop, Paul greets somebody off-camera. I'd pretty much settled on 'you alright Becky'? an acknowledgement /greeting which he says quickly in thick scouse, so it sounds like 'yorrite becky'? I now believe he says, 'alright Vicki'? as he spots her on the roof] [4]</div></span></div></div></blockquote><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Paul:</b> <i>It was a very strange location because there was no audience except for Vicki Wickham and a few others. So, we were playing virtually to nothing – to the sky, which was quite nice. They filmed downstairs in the street – and there were a lot of city gents looking up: 'What's that noise?'</i></div></span></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGrYN3CMTLpwz0wiDxXJIrYROdbE3QcdDeqfWhSun-eICUq7XEEpmoq634Z8OMvqEKKIK2qTlV37QrSSyML7lPv-5boXiJSfofIh759uHjAz0FkkmAGfL5lCeVjmNAeLkH2NVLsvYQrQfeZMZfm-hmWFA3fJabl1gdArrvk2dou_j4QRTBYl0iXbdA2A" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="634" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGrYN3CMTLpwz0wiDxXJIrYROdbE3QcdDeqfWhSun-eICUq7XEEpmoq634Z8OMvqEKKIK2qTlV37QrSSyML7lPv-5boXiJSfofIh759uHjAz0FkkmAGfL5lCeVjmNAeLkH2NVLsvYQrQfeZMZfm-hmWFA3fJabl1gdArrvk2dou_j4QRTBYl0iXbdA2A=w402-h250" width="402" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqWBr3izEWI2qeDmhawsmcTeX5hMrZo7F9ASJbhNQh608fDB3i5CsQulq7l-PPmg6HpzkELJJ3MzOcre3EvAzPM76WR0QJEE6ZqHnTuALmH48aJsYrY02lP2PDts1Jaxw8Rd5BKJ9HaGKMcvvwRDJS-hwT2Rsy8gLyGKpW0LWvRtrfnG9QBkux-LB_gQ=w169-h253" width="169" /></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Paul:</b> <i>In the end it started to filter up
from Mal (who would come creeping in, trying to keep out of camera range) that
the police were complaining. We said, 'We're not stopping.' He said, the police
are going to arrest you.' – 'Good end to the film. Let them do it. Great!
That's an end: "Beatles Busted on Rooftop Gig".'</i></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><i> </i> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Ringo:</b> <i>I always feel let down about
the police. Someone in the neighbourhood called the police, and when they came
up, I was playing away and I thought, 'Oh great! I hope they drag me off.' I
wanted the cops to drag me off – 'Get off those drums!' – because we were being
filmed and it would have looked really great, kicking the cymbals and
everything. Well, they didn't, of course; they just came bumbling in: 'You've
got to turn that sound down.' It could have been fabulous.</i></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><span><!--more--></span></span><span><div style="font-weight: 700; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Neil Aspinall:</b> <i>The Beatles weren't businessmen and trying to run shops and record companies
and artists and publishing and buildings, as well as doing their own things,
did become very chaotic. A lot of money was being spent without people really
knowing what it was being spent on. </i></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><i>So, it was a question of, 'Who is
going to do it?' I was running it on the basis of, ‘I’ll do it until you find
somebody who you want to do it.' I didn't want to do it myself.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Derek Taylor:</b><span> </span><i>The Beatles had been
looking for a 'leader with some status' in either the music business or the
City. They were looking for someone who could get a grip of it. They were
looking for 'the man' all the time</i><span>.</span></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="388" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNwIbDf7NtrqY-r7TJFCem09hOEI5sX7tFEY1o2SjWNs-APlBYQnC75KAl5oUNwQZAp3sWJ6cX2tj57JAPTOKKlrUEQKukjyb23ONFfNtTONxAR3EYwCzYSf-hq2eCPoVTOSO4uONcmupnh06nYecnHw7lAkxJJFr0HeaHwm3ruT_BY8bqqyFjklk2sQ=w388-h400" width="388" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>George:</b> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><i>To sort out Apple there
were a number of people who were interviewed at the time. I remember the story
about Dr Beeching, who shut down the railways of Britain – so they tried to get
him to come and see if he could shut down The Beatles as well. But he didn't
want the job, so Klein got it instead.</i></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>When Allen Klein came to Apple it was like that scene in 'The Rutles' when Ron Decline comes into Rutle Corps, and everybody jumps out of the window. He fired people - or some people ran away in fright- and then installed a bunch of his own men, who proceeded to control everything in the manner he wanted.</i></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Neil Aspinall:</b> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><i>Allen Klein brought in his own people and fired a lot of people who were
working at Apple. It didn't all take place in one day, but over a period of
nine months. For example, he would rather have Les Perrin (who was a PR man
with his own outside company who worked for lots of different people – he did
PR for The Rolling Stones and other people in the music business) than Apple
have its own press department. Ron Kass (Apple Records) went, Denis O'Dell
(Apple Films) went after Let It Be; Peter Asher went, Tony Bramwell went, Jack Oliver
went. It wasn't just slimming down – it was end of story.</i></span></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Everything changed at Apple after
he arrived. It was a completely different situation. First and foremost, Paul
wasn't there. He totally disagreed with what was going on. But still, they went
into the studios and recorded 'Abbey Road' while Klein was around.</i></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;"><b>For the full picture of life inside 3 Savile Row see the books <i>'The Longest Cocktail Party'</i> by Richard DeLillo (1972), and <i>'Apple to the Core: The Unmaking of the Beatles' </i>by Peter McCabe and Robert D. Sconfeld (1972).</b></span><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;"><b> </b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="640" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcuK1coPgGXK8aK_NAK77PTqfSwapandtN2qw6nyOYZsulzt0yLzwDdOmBwgJduO-dmnzwRObrqZOeeLTF1ceGUCi9mycS97xUC39dVKJfPXODiCzjKgjLk75tNb9bGN9sk0_a4aszUirC0n5aPFXynVcaraBiJVFz8COe7qQ3EHujezQX7ZAvfFEJwQ=w676-h452" style="text-align: center;" width="676" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="564" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6RYeIC3rMb2qaGfBcTyeEvANagl2fqeyr1LshUv4VAio4TjXHRdSX-wPYBPBT57gVbenefirWQ2MjR0VFpbkq2N7RsXt2jQkVICZFq7HJwsf8YwraYPFJI682GlspJHxHTjsGrpuSHcGeyPX-8AhFQIBCULAMkRsye3lBEW4Pv07q2kBwmJrH7YFbuw=w679-h510" style="text-align: justify;" width="679" /></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">I really enjoyed seeing 3 Savile Row again, which looks comparatively unchanged since 1969. I won't be the only one who has stood outside and cast a glance skywards to the roof, just in case they're still up there.</span></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;">33a Savile Row, W1</span></span> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgK9mwbYmOfZpCRXdPXrS0k_HePheQrxtPoXHEQMUoKCvZZoJ_NhJvtCiI6iL3ONMWm_pWbwKu0j9jTQd4CT8SsGYEOlrIdV2AxUFbnYUXyXAvBqjteh0pNKDbrFC-rIvvXgydIQbWysT0zhztkGUzR-myouJEdvjApyWPyNQgwh3WeznJ1QY3T-gw0uA=w674-h451" width="674" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">This was formerly </span><b style="text-align: left;">The House of Nutter</b><span style="text-align: left;">, a renowned tailoring shop, of which as mentioned above, there were - and still are - several on Savile Row.</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Suitably named and ideally placed to catch the admiring eyes of those that frequented the madhouse at no. 3, it's no surprise that Tommy Nutter, a close friend of Apple's Peter Brown, tailored suits for the Beatles and their acquaintances. Paul McCartney married Linda Eastman wearing one of Tommy's suits. John, Ringo and Paul are wearing suits made here on the cover of their 'Abbey Road' album. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9uXapHRYBOx2O--MhgMErazefcPRMR_f6sOWXux8VRQt0N6pChIZ24vlrfRObHlV-gwdyE6_NiZBy3Y0JFmJsY9SasGAqQzsyGm3Zlx6_wCEORq7nwtb_K0vRMH3Svf1K9U_Sjjguw49XU0ZqZNdCvB66lyg4DVbYaO7dGJbAQgZuyZX8J4oZhgVGug" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="640" height="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9uXapHRYBOx2O--MhgMErazefcPRMR_f6sOWXux8VRQt0N6pChIZ24vlrfRObHlV-gwdyE6_NiZBy3Y0JFmJsY9SasGAqQzsyGm3Zlx6_wCEORq7nwtb_K0vRMH3Svf1K9U_Sjjguw49XU0ZqZNdCvB66lyg4DVbYaO7dGJbAQgZuyZX8J4oZhgVGug=w675-h542" width="675" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Ringo in his red plastic Tommy Nutter pants, 1969</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><!--more--></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Reluctantly leaving Savile Row, we turned right into New
Burlington Street, crossed Regent Street and entered Tenison Court at the end of which </span>was the next stop on our trip, a non-Beatles location I'd specifically asked Steve to work into his itinerary. Luckily it wasn't a great diversion off the Beatle track, being directly behind Savile Row. </div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></b></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">23 Heddon
Street, W1</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This small, U-shaped side street off Regent Street was the location for a photo shoot one rainy night in January 1972 which produced the front and back covers of one of my all- time favourite albums, David Bowie's 'The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars'. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Apparently, this is the no. 1 David Bowie / Ziggy Stardust location in London, holding the same importance for his fans as the Abbey Road zebra crossing has for Beatles' fans.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="599" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblyJh-2EJ4pk_-hA8QqZ1FXMiyTSTD8b_9PCG3BZozhamWXsqLSgFx0hNvE0Gn9amtsHP9K5hse4qOC-po28g5sQRlHFClbZJgKBMXVDRSVQZVEs8eB8ACVJKPzjJ9GvDTxZ9AloSn9Nwvs91HjYC20kNxJG9euAARb_2LVSXSuzUD13Fj77Akvfiuw/w351-h348/OC05NTc0LmpwZWc.jpeg" width="351" /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4HuUkkVNVECW41WAtBlKOXwNf6ATaIf_K-t3cyKh0MHFw4knlIvgR5ePr7k35CN94lKyP28xj3vbjfDtUSHDctbYLs2BP12WPXD3wLzZV_6f5a9fIXZPO0Gae-UcvcpJwSEELgtqYhYkVAfxpfXaU29g4H8nMHPfBIJ6FGHThYRiBR5OaXRgmZX8Dnw/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(202).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4HuUkkVNVECW41WAtBlKOXwNf6ATaIf_K-t3cyKh0MHFw4knlIvgR5ePr7k35CN94lKyP28xj3vbjfDtUSHDctbYLs2BP12WPXD3wLzZV_6f5a9fIXZPO0Gae-UcvcpJwSEELgtqYhYkVAfxpfXaU29g4H8nMHPfBIJ6FGHThYRiBR5OaXRgmZX8Dnw/w230-h346/Day%201%20(A001)%20(202).JPG" width="230" /></span></a></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">For the front cover Bowie posed next to a pile of boxes outside no. 23, and inside a red London phone box for the rear.</div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">In 1972 this was an industrial area. In 1996 the street was given a facelift and is </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">now home to cafes and bars with outdoor dining facilities which reportedly have made it difficult for fans hoping to recreate their own Ziggy homage. We must have got lucky as I was able to position myself in an approximation of the front cover without any difficulty. </span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiYXR1RuLT1URESp1P5grFtdRU1WP70wI8YfNY_YcKjbD3nmsl1C5sX6wALf8cmQvCW5nwB8M7AWOl0iql5Q8fZCEpBhYhlcy-ypkPPo_hMWLIFtN6bQ3r5BUSmRzXk76Z8RtnT66Mj6ymApAEZCphM1M1KpND6IBwkIZaMMnYCzGqPDKWGKmTVLblw/w345-h345/ziggy-back-cover.jpg" width="345" /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lKCUGoWkaPKvySLbTrYNSUl2_fcYXYWXiFUNPC61Ylpd93gaE8n7LQWU7RrDMtjHlbQfa5C4twb8NCsywEJy8767jsP7blNZNsXIOP9Irl5dwNQ5kQqtl7wAehe3Pr2dmzOTVG7_ICFKs7vTPcTk9WBhN5mgIQHdTmFjyfR2e3F28igdn_ezgaG9Ug/s4032/Day%201%20(A001)%20(195).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lKCUGoWkaPKvySLbTrYNSUl2_fcYXYWXiFUNPC61Ylpd93gaE8n7LQWU7RrDMtjHlbQfa5C4twb8NCsywEJy8767jsP7blNZNsXIOP9Irl5dwNQ5kQqtl7wAehe3Pr2dmzOTVG7_ICFKs7vTPcTk9WBhN5mgIQHdTmFjyfR2e3F28igdn_ezgaG9Ug/w259-h346/Day%201%20(A001)%20(195).jpg" width="259" /></a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The rear cover photo showing Bowie inside a K2 telephone box was shot just around the corner. I was sad to discover that some unfortunate soul appeared to be living in the phone box. There was an office chair inside and the floor of the box had been lined with cardboard. It was covered in litter and smelt dreadful, but I had committed myself to recreating both the front and back shots used on the LP. Making Steve promise to take a couple of photos with a certain amount of hurry up involved due to my life being at stake, I took the plunge, held my breath and was in and out within seconds.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">It was only later when writing this blog that I learned that Bowie's K2 model phone box had at some point been replaced by a modern blue box, and that in turn had been replaced by a traditional red K6 phone box in April 1997. You can see the difference in the way the glass panes are arranged in the door. Despite this phone box being something of an imposter, I noticed it hadn't dissuaded countless Bowie fans from covering it with messages and doodles. Would I have risked life and limp posing for the photo if I'd known in advance? Probably. T</span></span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">he original K2 was reportedly sold to an American fan in the late 1970s.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></div></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="451" data-original-width="675" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghFsdNkF9Hti3sEQyCYZ-Xq1kPAKaPahWVbyh3Ixsr5dwjdRAa1zJGkjwOLSEav5sinOEHku4AtUVpr5094FQthhA4oEolyD31PU1k4r1JDh9kt-nAbDAIQ2zo2XkaHh66vkuLpy4LoYYeqBDMbfkhwMnTSXHwr0RV6CkBvpT6n-AxBpi498R-GAv6wQ=w675-h451" style="text-align: center;" width="675" /></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"> </span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;">Carnaby Street, W1</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">In many people's minds Carnaby Street was at the epicentre of 1960s Swinging London<b>. </b></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">This was where all the independent fashion designers of the time such as Mary Quant, Sally Tuffin, Lord John, Merc, Take Six and Irvine Sellars had premises alongside several well known boutiques including I Was Lord Kitchener's Valet and Lady Jane. Bands such as the Small Faces, The Who and the Rolling Stones shopped, worked and socialised here making it one of the coolest destinations in London.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="677" height="445" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcA28icznPeEBLova-YCiQ-wGrGucjM9KADOb1n_Pd-2wjxjSTyxaDdle2osj_dt44q4EqjaFVoqnexg77Gxeuar3mlrgWADqIf8TiXNPWts1t-J3ALN3ABqsexibnzyFZAHfbUYwaPJvRROjP0pNYXsFrHtLfO5hcMgcVhfdpyvUafarLF74uSu6vwA=w675-h445" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: medium; text-align: center;" width="675" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhU9Gi_lNi6Q4Q-ks0whwDeA3JDK5-EFaQ9fR4pUwCk2xA5yrUzx5h9LnU0SWhMo838NP5amdRKydNRJXAkigRrU7ncJYDO4zn9-azVIGnJMsrcVZyWmDf6NeqSuyqKWZOEADVi55aaYJ9DMJ09y9MFhNIu5EC9Wb2doH3mtVYJvYpf94z9D7L7la5HMw" style="clear: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1277" data-original-width="1920" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhU9Gi_lNi6Q4Q-ks0whwDeA3JDK5-EFaQ9fR4pUwCk2xA5yrUzx5h9LnU0SWhMo838NP5amdRKydNRJXAkigRrU7ncJYDO4zn9-azVIGnJMsrcVZyWmDf6NeqSuyqKWZOEADVi55aaYJ9DMJ09y9MFhNIu5EC9Wb2doH3mtVYJvYpf94z9D7L7la5HMw=w677-h451" width="677" /></a></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1zfcMszcshj-lrAznE7hBWGGvksrWTr_BxOSiLlN0bf-VXacsxik3wiRw6x36JbsyzUOoDcLxO5edYSICu2WsG0UVRAK3eFXNAtoywh5VjCkHxG0um4OT4_huMDoSC-uBYkPNzmvhuUM2V71UJ2v445XgkxUybjWbeWx_TLGACR-ROln5QSjum8hIA/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(215).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1zfcMszcshj-lrAznE7hBWGGvksrWTr_BxOSiLlN0bf-VXacsxik3wiRw6x36JbsyzUOoDcLxO5edYSICu2WsG0UVRAK3eFXNAtoywh5VjCkHxG0um4OT4_huMDoSC-uBYkPNzmvhuUM2V71UJ2v445XgkxUybjWbeWx_TLGACR-ROln5QSjum8hIA/w676-h452/Day%201%20(A001)%20(215).JPG" width="676" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Purists will no doubt point out that today's Carnaby Street is nothing more than a tourist attraction - and it was certainly very busy while we were there - but it's still home to all sorts of lifestyle retailers, including many independent fashion boutiques. <span>As<b> </b></span>somebody so obsessed with 1960's music and fashion, especially mod culture, it pains me to admit that I've never visited before. I absolutely loved it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3qsyz29bmaWO9y1sJ8WX8hMv33RMrgYmPh3B2xWeTsLVFBy7nKCzXCAHbEdVQ2JtyQu5sBvHN8USA4wnQTKYQV9tMB6pMiFjteuF1odtD-L3x9qQuoYozmve75THsITmV96tja1F4Qx5OPPWdU3Gzs9ygAn_CFp1uQ22Ru8FLzFlr8yXOHL7sRtOzQ/s4032/Day%201%20(A001)%20(61).heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3qsyz29bmaWO9y1sJ8WX8hMv33RMrgYmPh3B2xWeTsLVFBy7nKCzXCAHbEdVQ2JtyQu5sBvHN8USA4wnQTKYQV9tMB6pMiFjteuF1odtD-L3x9qQuoYozmve75THsITmV96tja1F4Qx5OPPWdU3Gzs9ygAn_CFp1uQ22Ru8FLzFlr8yXOHL7sRtOzQ/w675-h380/Day%201%20(A001)%20(61).heic" width="675" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The Rolling Stones' merchandise shop at 9 Carnaby Street which we visited.</span></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><!--more--></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;">9 Kingly
Street, W1 </span></span></b></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The <b>Bag O' Nails</b> was a live music club and meeting place for musicians in the later part of the Sixties.</div></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV39s-0UBhWUL7O8KkV17OVPhHP3DFwCFSQyizA4ivUO8xO44wPhwLaQWh4dsyKBMDPBfRmqKGl5OnrPWPtIX0SakHmy1gbN2GRfqF1j87y3ivQc2dTGjfm4RmBMV5_VBPXwKfxF12-RxnLR497QMPhLQInAS9adg1dAK1mu9O2To6PWpLtEZ1bh8pNw/s2660/Prince%20Buster%20outside%20the%20Bag%20O'Nails%201967.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2660" data-original-width="2361" height="763" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV39s-0UBhWUL7O8KkV17OVPhHP3DFwCFSQyizA4ivUO8xO44wPhwLaQWh4dsyKBMDPBfRmqKGl5OnrPWPtIX0SakHmy1gbN2GRfqF1j87y3ivQc2dTGjfm4RmBMV5_VBPXwKfxF12-RxnLR497QMPhLQInAS9adg1dAK1mu9O2To6PWpLtEZ1bh8pNw/w677-h763/Prince%20Buster%20outside%20the%20Bag%20O'Nails%201967.jpg" width="677" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Jamaican singer-songwriter Prince Buster outside the Bag O' Nails in 1967</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In "Swinging Sixties" London, the Scotch of St. James and the </span><span>Ad Lib</span><b> </b><span>clubs</span><span> were the top draws for London's rock aristocracy, but the Bag O’Nails surfaced nevertheless as one of the hot clubs of the later part of the decade. Situated at 9 Kingly Street, it’s less than 100 feet from Regent Street – one of London’s busiest, most famous shopping streets – yet so inconspicuous it might as well be hidden anywhere.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Famously, Paul
McCartney met his future wife Linda Eastman at the club on 15 May 1967.</span></span></div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><b><span>Paul:</span></b> </span><i>On
March 12th 1969 I got married to Linda. I had first met her a long time before
that. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We actually met in a late-night
club I used to go to a lot in London, the Bag O' Nails. It was behind
Liberty's. I used to go to a lot of those places, because we'd finish gigs and
recording sessions about 11pm, and we'd be ready to have our evening off at
about midnight when everything was closed, so we either had to go to cabaret
places (originally, I went to places like the Blue Angel and the Talk of the
Town) or clubs and discos. I liked the Bag O' Nails because, though it was not
the most popular club, we could meet a lot of mates down there – music people
like Pete Townshend, Zoot Money, Georgie Fame. So, we could chat into the wee
small hours and have a few drinks.</i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">One night Linda
showed up. She was in town photographing groups for a book called ‘Rock and
Other Four-Letter Words’. She'd been sent from America, and she'd just done a
session with The Animals. They'd come over to the club: 'Let's go out and have
a bevvie and a smoke.' So, she was sitting in an alcove near the band, which
was Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames – with Speedy Acquaye on bongos. They were
always a big favourite of mine. I saw her and thought, 'Hello...' When she was
about to leave the club, I stood up and said, 'Hello, we haven't met' – which
was a straight pull.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Then I said,
'We're going on to this next club called the Speakeasy. Do you want to come?'
And if she'd said 'no' I wouldn't have ended up marrying her. She said, 'Yeah,
all right.' So, we went on to the Speakeasy, and it was the first time any of
us had ever heard 'A Whiter Shade Of Pale'. We all thought it was Stevie
Winwood. It turned out to be the group with a very strange name – Procol Harum.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZfNIov0gbnYBk_gPh9zhWYkDc2S5gSqqTRDLc-W_RxYtzjFyD7e-im9EAugYa8QzaSDpukjE2IU1QBi2382XDaefFMzVkJLvy9F_7cE3nAhokZfWdZarMO9o2E9bLDkvepF7CUi9CgdtWGzRE65A_w0tXjYqHjn__TGUKrNhJf9Yf4DEXPiZz95q4MA=w678-h453" style="text-align: center;" width="678" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjo6KnfzhhLETdd9NqmY-fClfl9pa2ewfK9Zq5NRmFVPNszI-rSRW9p5AO818sILotdZmv4C6eSojxUeOackq-GXt19tZhdGiPCugzxdxlSsxwQnMKmuDn7001yFOHlRIeCOpDGil3LoFSO91CJr56EktZDWOpGvhYydVsMB-_WVqv81UPpSYsgXPiUfQ=w675-h1010" width="675" /></span></p>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Justin Hayward
of The Moody Blues met his future wife Ann Marie Guirron there as well. Guirron
was a Liverpool girl and former girlfriend of George Harrison from the Cavern
days.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span>Notably, this is also the place where
<b>Jimi Hendrix</b> played his second London gig. Hendrix had been brought to London </span>after being discovered by
Chas Chandler, a former member of the Animals, and he put the word out that a phenomenal guitar player from the United
States who could play the guitar behind his back and even with his teeth was in
town. <span style="text-align: left;"> His performance that night sent shockwaves through the assembled rock royalty who reportedly </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Quicksand; text-align: left;">watched agog as Hendrix completely changed what it meant to be a rock guitarist.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1d1d1d; font-family: Quicksand; text-align: left; text-size-adjust: none;"><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><span><em style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: inherit; text-size-adjust: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"We were all hanging out at The Bag O’Nails: Keith, Mick Jagger. Brian [Jones] comes skipping through, like, all happy about something. Paul McCartney walks in. Jeff Beck walks in. I thought, “What’s this? A bloody convention or something?” </span></em><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: medium;"><i>Here comes Jim, one of his military jackets, hair all over the place, pulls out
this left-handed Stratocaster, beat to hell, looks like he’s been chopping wood
with it. And he gets up, all soft-spoken. And all of a sudden, “WHOOOR-RRAAAWWRR!”
And he breaks into Wild Thing, and it was all over. There were guitar players
weeping. They had to mop the floor up. He was piling it on, solo after solo. I
could see everyone’s fillings falling out. When he finished, it was silence.
Nobody knew what to do. Everybody was dumbstruck, completely in shock’</i><span>."
<b>Terry Reid, Vocalist with Peter Jay and the Jaywalkers</b> </span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUgENWjCmXu_Fru5VTs2LqsJCc4F264MHywWAqnoUjfcLtTG88JQeIFeKcq44aTSB2Rvr_UEca_EOLOEgicN7SYFMOD8oSqdo-hAdhcuW6JxRdnyOFuqAA8pZgtXK0L6HebAoU87rwpTH_ZO6daJkR8Hkgxgptql9-0_Xanf3dFcL7kcpgvNZYMsWCWg=w675-h451" style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;" width="675" /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="background-color: transparent;">Doorway plaque
commemorating Jimi Hendrix's performance at the venue</b></div></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">It was one of the Beatles' favourite venues during the winter of 1966-67. After recording sessions their roadie Mal Evans, personal
assistant Neil Aspinall and unmarried, central London-based Paul McCartney, would head for the club. An entry in M</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">al Evans's diary from January 19 and 20 (1967) reads: <i>I ended up drunk
in The Bag O'Nails with McCartney and Aspinall</i>. </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Clearly a club where a splendid time was guaranteed for all.</span></div></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><!--more--><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></p>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Broadwick Street (at Hopkins Street), Soho</span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="963" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Xhohp5xVVG7jGiDcKB3-3DOCD2RqFcNa4RTMnbw3NURdiVQS715i6G5nv9fnybOzMyy6fHk0LVkcywKc2gF65fPkXdX0eMPhg7I6Q83TaULGVXcE7qx-F1W-yMMQYmeIsgamUU4ajogd87lv9T6zDgWY82RsVkclDBYUqB0AtZ8Xj6iwJkaRznkcXw/w676-h492/not%20only%20but%205.jpg" width="676" /></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On Sunday, 27 November 1966, John Lennon filmed his second appearance on the BBC2 ‘Not Only…But Also’ a popular comedy vehicle for Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. He appeared in a sketch as the doorman of an exclusive men's night club called the 'Ad Lav' (an obvious pun on the Ad Lib club) supposedly based inside an underground public convenience.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="595" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFqB5aIE-sHzYAezJkrjfvfJHL1fWepy4Z0cQ1tCE0dcS-iv0Gc-UkXM7gDUGBLpR2tPa-jzfH8CIE8g79bAwixQxOTaxuJteR1MHHDZ-8Ep79q77AW6ARw3QTATmHUlYDbFvpMs31KVX0NubE_fMVP0gtevAb9UdyyWM-B1XrJXXUTEj5r3Wfkq3Rw/w676-h431/not%20only%20best.jpg" width="676" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The BBC first broadcast the programme on Boxing Day, Monday 26 December 1966, with UK viewers getting their first view of the new bespectacled John Lennon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OdBvG_Q-uG-2M-y7LMMFjN57snqgorZDyJhQ-RmcXK4rPo3XWfE6oMZEVeBteMjaQOTjIQODPZkhm7jMTuu4QDUChnESeMJzaijxrX7Lo1lJuamqJMy7hWUszNqMfB6B22cAxgb0qCCFrBEZcgoUJNOtvEzOeDMWuz-CE_HdLoUYyW8bKYG8yjhTKg/w677-h508/Day%201%20(A001)%20(221).jpg" width="677" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>While the toilets are still in situ it is evident that most of the surrounding buildings have been replaced since 1966. Note the Ivy restaurant on the right.</b></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"></span></p><!--more--><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">After another block or so we turned left into Berwick Street for another non-Beatle location.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">(outside) 75 Berwick Street, Soho, W1V</span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiagdFjUAilxtOV2dAd1mu0jZ3iCUtxPS5_o7P3ZD2bWwNu8ajGr69UlMUMu4gKudoeh_afBSIcSlDLgQ4h42lGSLkAkzbyZ5_oeMp_hPrlMe0XMtQFYNHyZVYJcUpkS_jAzuDqiNT7C-5V-tCv_YExSiUpq51NdJPYN-D0GuFRk_ldmFiAOwCee9oMbA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="660" height="677" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiagdFjUAilxtOV2dAd1mu0jZ3iCUtxPS5_o7P3ZD2bWwNu8ajGr69UlMUMu4gKudoeh_afBSIcSlDLgQ4h42lGSLkAkzbyZ5_oeMp_hPrlMe0XMtQFYNHyZVYJcUpkS_jAzuDqiNT7C-5V-tCv_YExSiUpq51NdJPYN-D0GuFRk_ldmFiAOwCee9oMbA=w677-h677" width="677" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The cover of <i style="color: #333333;">(What's the Story) Morning Glory?, </i><span style="color: #333333;">the second studio album by the Manchester rock band </span><span style="color: #333333;">Oasis was taken here on the street outside Sister Ray vinyl in in 1995.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #333333;">A seminal album of the 1990s, it was the album that defined the worldwide Britpop phenomenon. As of October 2018 it is the UK's fifth best-selling album and third best-selling studio album of all time, certified 16 x platinum with sales passing 4.94 million copies</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Berwick Street was chosen because it was, and still is, a popular location for record stores, which I would love to have explored had we more time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The two men passing each other are the DJ Sean Rowley and the album sleeve designer Brian Cannon (of Microdot). Ideally I would have liked Steve and myself to appear in the recreation (below) but somebody had to take the picture...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3073" data-original-width="3067" height="679" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQ0vtXlv20c-rJycQFz9KiCDc8Ex-wuUdgxGV7EOqs2hjFYN5HjvMxnx74BYIyyrQzUAPzWVBVH0A5JnTEJ6eIUqTFLyfi2bwwQ6P6Cuo06GqqmOtTSzrbsaPOy2TYvHP4vXz03-MxhRJgVtcHKACgqbWjX0Wuo6Z7gZiVqiW3wTiC314T1UUeVLbag/w677-h679/1-Day%201%20(A001)%20(229).jpg" width="677" /></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="1600" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWaSdvgv8ODlJ4EpBQ9FeCYtCSUuTwkRUhQkmeshUkcnCwWGWdrWAPrYkUXdLftv8g1CVT1l1aCyfwecwTqvttqIE9tMqH9pYspp72e1W6BgHu3wG-qmKhm2_QPSnVCClDaPhioeKtq-0DSC4_S6bCkFdqwgLj1hHBQW4ljEY0sWht1YH_wCusMP0BDw=w679-h454" width="679" /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We retraced our steps to Broadwick Street and turned left onto Wardour Street. After a quick search for any A-bombs we took an immediate right into <b>St Anne’s Court</b>, visible on the above photo to the right of 'Gail's'. Here we found another Beatles' gem.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">17 St Anne’s Court, Soho, W1F</span></b></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8lXfEr7ciOVn3vlphnrnzOeeHDnxRG3GTbKXeuhEW9mAMmi6OymeG2-e0_E8U3gmcI2fHSwSo0z1z9FSEVCZm-d6RQTDqWIdst6CzBVFOx86et4W6YheNH06LWnPi4yPMIt6VELGKHkGs8MzomYnZRSFSejZcELANZB23re7FHGT3AxWcYXDto6UsAQ/w676-h1011/Day%201%20(A001)%20(236).JPG" width="676" /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></p></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><!--more--></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In mid-1968, Trident Studios was the first independent recording studio in the UK to employ an eight-track reel-to-reel recording deck.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">With Abbey Road Studios still only using four-track at the time, Trident's Ampex eight-track machine drew the Beatles here on 31 July 1968 to record their masterpiece "Hey Jude".</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDmTod944s9KCHwjy_6QHS-nqGc-h9520J8tRC0AnCza741W2nI5w11zgWJDdr2Vxehs4pQhHxrLj-9wJR5EJwqgdJ9pzlnXwO5mL48FgNNbFrOSJlVUEosUAMQc-Q3u7_gHGBkdPu4tRedqZ8xsB1b5haaTUBJtuxNQgwNcJ7WMndgMQCTox3ZOhxg/s500/trident%202.jpg" style="background-color: white; clear: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDmTod944s9KCHwjy_6QHS-nqGc-h9520J8tRC0AnCza741W2nI5w11zgWJDdr2Vxehs4pQhHxrLj-9wJR5EJwqgdJ9pzlnXwO5mL48FgNNbFrOSJlVUEosUAMQc-Q3u7_gHGBkdPu4tRedqZ8xsB1b5haaTUBJtuxNQgwNcJ7WMndgMQCTox3ZOhxg/w678-h640/trident%202.jpg" width="678" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5oANmVdq2fmDA5QQNZpzqzrR8QZxVV5u_XnyV6oAdU1fS8aUSnHHR8kBSwOvxEkkHh4pOxoQmavOAau8n-sgNZboVT30Jikwr0GxtxyxFDTAM5751Lw-bGG11NkE-PGM4oy4phNpS6XCShgJ3DqEGWywnkHk0cV4N5ztriNXJK2iA61V9wauPkwXsQ/s1169/Trident.png" style="background-color: white; clear: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="1169" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5oANmVdq2fmDA5QQNZpzqzrR8QZxVV5u_XnyV6oAdU1fS8aUSnHHR8kBSwOvxEkkHh4pOxoQmavOAau8n-sgNZboVT30Jikwr0GxtxyxFDTAM5751Lw-bGG11NkE-PGM4oy4phNpS6XCShgJ3DqEGWywnkHk0cV4N5ztriNXJK2iA61V9wauPkwXsQ/w678-h381/Trident.png" width="678" /></a></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;">The band returned over the next few weeks to record some of the songs
for their 1968 double album 'The Beatles' (also known as the White Album) at
Trident – "Dear Prudence", "Honey Pie", "Savoy
Truffle" and "Martha My Dear".</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Three weeks after the Apple Rooftop performance they were back at Trident, recording "I Want You (She's So Heavy)" </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">on February 22, 1969, f</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">or the album 'Abbey Road'.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Individually the Beatles used Trident for their solo projects. On 29 September 1969 John Lennon and the Plastic Ono Band recorded "Cold Turkey" at Trident after an earlier session at Abbey Road proved unsuccessful. Many of the overdubs for </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">George Harrison's triple album All Things Must Pass, were recorded here in the summer of 1970, as well as Ringo Starr's 'It Don't Come Easy' single. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Many of the
Beatles' Apple Records artists used Trident Studios, including Badfinger, Billy
Preston, Mary Hopkin, Jackie Lomax and James Taylor.</span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Harry Nilsson recorded his classic version of Badfinger's "Without You" at Trident, and
portions of several of his 1970s albums. </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">From 1968 to 1981, some of the most reputed artists used the studios for their recordings, including Manfred Mann, Elton John ('Your Song'), Marc Bolan / T. Rex, Carly Simon ('Your So Vain') the Rolling Stones, Free, Genesis, Peter Gabriel, Lou Reed, Black Sabbath and Dusty Springfield. <span><!--more--></span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #202122; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYYuDs11VZMDq8MX_rtPo-UZEAAB7AtMAZNi0wVFVQ8sUkBsJrs_RbT5RU01jnum1BUFnxjMYSNRszvp8bfGxnrxq2m1bSdGc0UTr5jkG4hSSxKSPqLalnMLbq59XUG3fU0mNZi3GSRidzxZIIrBddhUw8gJ5oN6-kMk_bf_cSGbTbqNM6aq1sv-HPQ/s800/Bowie,%20David%20-%20Trident%20Studios.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYYuDs11VZMDq8MX_rtPo-UZEAAB7AtMAZNi0wVFVQ8sUkBsJrs_RbT5RU01jnum1BUFnxjMYSNRszvp8bfGxnrxq2m1bSdGc0UTr5jkG4hSSxKSPqLalnMLbq59XUG3fU0mNZi3GSRidzxZIIrBddhUw8gJ5oN6-kMk_bf_cSGbTbqNM6aq1sv-HPQ/w676-h507/Bowie,%20David%20-%20Trident%20Studios.jpg" width="676" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202122;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">However, the blue plaque award goes to Mr David Bowie, who between 1970 and 1973 recorded the albums 'The Man Who Sold The World', 'Hunky Dory', 'The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars', and 'Aladdin Sane' as well as the iconic single 'Space Oddity', at Trident Studios. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Directly opposite the entrance to Trident is cramped alleyway called <b>Flaxman Court</b>. Paul McCartney, Mary Hopkin and a group of schoolgirls were photographed here during sessions for Hopkin's recording of 'Those Were the Days' in 1968.</span></div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjegMLTB5sChZ-96eZfyw-EbNYZa3qrOkClvQca6kParCfdrhh14z1XqtYHNFMr1okGQ6_LYr2XAyKU4A7fKxUSM3tRb1S2RJBmx748r9M8u1FPdENx4bTKinmXju3Pt0iImF5YOIh-he1YYc9mULQirFeUTKXF8oZmneE6VvSDNuEgy5FRNeEBBseHXQ" style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: large; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="217" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjegMLTB5sChZ-96eZfyw-EbNYZa3qrOkClvQca6kParCfdrhh14z1XqtYHNFMr1okGQ6_LYr2XAyKU4A7fKxUSM3tRb1S2RJBmx748r9M8u1FPdENx4bTKinmXju3Pt0iImF5YOIh-he1YYc9mULQirFeUTKXF8oZmneE6VvSDNuEgy5FRNeEBBseHXQ=w257-h377" width="257" /></span></a></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="214" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgub-s4IgMZ5ycqwWbUks07r0pbSRoFR01O5EDiJL2Fc91-IuoShlB8qTuhSargbW4aUNZ4yEb7Q5SNndLH4ZPpcKYPiTgKNXJMMeVK5hQRhJJKwMIuPwINI2E8RlPX4Y3t6E2fmkv9zzBxJPgla661ckKb1bIA4eszR2x5cIQW0ywV6SJrnCgLmT0n7Q=w252-h377" width="252" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>In hindsight I shook have took the 'Now" photo in the same direction as the 1968 photo, facing towards the studio, but hopefully you get the gist.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We returned to Wardour Street (still no 'A bombs'), turned left and then took a right to Brewer Street, stopping on the junction with Rupert Street where we found a Beatles' location literally on every corner.[6] </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WuqfCa_dxS5RBDnH__oczV0zsTbbl6b3DAZPNISY19w7GUBnaU-agm-ZW9T-Xk0o3vmcBwURe7-Am6w8w9zvIx3MzdtwZ6Oav3ofVuxk1a1eoxd704XCrMSXaPyjyA4s2jRP1O7FytgJnnMkstxgR8NjQg8OJ2BNihsb78t9KFexQRoU0X4bvW_aAA/s634/article-2310804-195B563A000005DC-59_634x488.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="634" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WuqfCa_dxS5RBDnH__oczV0zsTbbl6b3DAZPNISY19w7GUBnaU-agm-ZW9T-Xk0o3vmcBwURe7-Am6w8w9zvIx3MzdtwZ6Oav3ofVuxk1a1eoxd704XCrMSXaPyjyA4s2jRP1O7FytgJnnMkstxgR8NjQg8OJ2BNihsb78t9KFexQRoU0X4bvW_aAA/w676-h519/article-2310804-195B563A000005DC-59_634x488.jpg" width="676" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2256" data-original-width="3686" height="413" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm8XPCcmOYykxLDW3KkYu5fRS0tiwnr58U0leFDKqTRSMfifoakb1nfnFwZmdiPYYlh8qosffVAZ_2jWAtum1GoMmBDPflsUh1gpot9UGEqqr80c5fBrFZKO7gjHOvXVBGxqyqekOugMBFqMb80S0djavpkB5J7CrSYPn6JgRIm49qXS96J5FnrLhMQw=w674-h413" width="674" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Walkers Court at Brewer Street, Soho</span></b></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Formerly the Doric Ballroom, the <b>Raymond Revuebar</b> was the creation of Paul Raymond. It opened on 2</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span>1 April 1958 offering a traditional burlesque-style entertainment, which included strip tease, and proved popular with leading entertainment figures of the day.</span><span style="white-space: nowrap;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The venture was highly profitable and Raymond made over half a million pounds within the first ten years.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium; white-space: nowrap;"> </span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The Revuebar was one of the few legal venues in London to show full frontal nudity; by turning itself into a members only club it was able to evade the strictures of the Lord Chamberlain's Office which prohibited naked people moving about in public places of entertainment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8xXscdokJvo-tfe_ED0by_usPgxcheNNB1zygDJ7xzIuUx5GDoMtj6sjo_NSbhoBNWzi7aJiza6irzt8-ivc392mqsphy1TN57DR3w1NTZeVB8360wDBeNQ8BAYZ3U0dASH81uH2hEkjhYQMtkqqqFD91NcgP1Cxtaay5oRGaJ6SkeqaFgC_ny9qVxg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1290" data-original-width="1702" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8xXscdokJvo-tfe_ED0by_usPgxcheNNB1zygDJ7xzIuUx5GDoMtj6sjo_NSbhoBNWzi7aJiza6irzt8-ivc392mqsphy1TN57DR3w1NTZeVB8360wDBeNQ8BAYZ3U0dASH81uH2hEkjhYQMtkqqqFD91NcgP1Cxtaay5oRGaJ6SkeqaFgC_ny9qVxg=w673-h509" width="673" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Even though homosexual acts between men were illegal at that time, the Revuebar also incorporated a Sunday night show aimed at a gay audience. By 1967, the venue was purely hosting striptease, and this is where the Beatles come in, visiting the venue purely for the purposes of making a movie, honest M'Lord. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="980" height="690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJCOfXSTGlHGp3j-YXwNtNGsK9C6R2NzMKiz5puQIvF0LsdSIXOtyy_P_hWrJIEX6g6gzK3RvVtLsMU1B-AYTmBj0s38uz7ZPjbmUJhQ5bFBC9bq0GcM6lWV1L9RU1pXAXgINffouQuxvSks9XipykZy5X3yKMRkn4yy5jLn2ofv-6O54TuZ9gHHDAg/w677-h690/Ch3MCTIWwAEu2xI.jpg" width="677" /></div></span></div><div style="margin: 0.5em 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="background-color: white;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1285" data-original-width="1726" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiITd5vPwD6iDIZ-U25eDI5q0VQOvS-mWBADI651g0U4XTRXuo9bLj7IOIemkmkDNKzW4BG0-dykXZC7muIEiO08VVD8muVp_48qFO76Bn-JlsbIDe-c50NMxWI3s7n5m7dIaTMZA10R0mAQ-sGjb3KqNC_b1K-fw6pMCJOnOaWMALWdW_W11xnz2vxMQ=w677-h504" style="color: black; 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clear: both; color: black; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMwPYybyEp3eO_NbULYPuV5uZ123IGywXASouNh-88FKG7kd1BtiyFd2EJ1Qx51KXZpZUroksOK7CgHgh9Q15pxrFtB3Edc7GA93Mtcd9mbckJEPsqKE3ZmnmceHyAxs3K8q1Ht0NQ-vspSNGz7VZYYkQvH25BtOG13jQcGRvr1upuqXIimROF-iqQwg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1284" data-original-width="1722" height="505" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMwPYybyEp3eO_NbULYPuV5uZ123IGywXASouNh-88FKG7kd1BtiyFd2EJ1Qx51KXZpZUroksOK7CgHgh9Q15pxrFtB3Edc7GA93Mtcd9mbckJEPsqKE3ZmnmceHyAxs3K8q1Ht0NQ-vspSNGz7VZYYkQvH25BtOG13jQcGRvr1upuqXIimROF-iqQwg=w676-h505" width="676" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><b>Revuebar stills from 'Magical Mystery Tour' (Apple)</b></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On September 18th 1967, the Beatles visited the Revuebar to film a scene for their 'Magical Mystery Tour' tv special, broadcast by the BBC on Boxing Day 1967.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">John and George and other passengers from the coach trip were filmed watching Revuebar regular Jan Carson’s topless strip accompanied by the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band performing 'Death Cab For Cutie'.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In the final edit, a <b><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">censored</span></b> sign was superimposed over Carson’s bared Jeremys. The Beatles could never have got the boobs past the Beeb's controllers, the undressed breasts would have been suppressed, and in all likelihood the entire scene would have been cut. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">'Magical Mystery Tour' was mauled by the critics. Paul was gracious enough to face the press in the aftermath, slyly referencing Jan's scene in his defence of the film, and using his hands to emphasize his point. Or perhaps not.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLiyLYZeUtUK6XLe_2EUATNPsjTy6oFhpS0lW7WE8Hjm4gP4KG-E-HP0RDvS4U0oxiTyj5EYOTB3JZZ-kxdmdgFphHD3dz3yH9jYqqEeUe0NhXNDwgDAO9RdF4XyT0325fsYFmTUvFU-KZR00VoSGALruBliq1nn7Hcf85Kyl1FsgSXCmkOeyRB3MIRg/s2048/1-320260041_5700727853326819_7609602989956297632_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1190" data-original-width="2048" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLiyLYZeUtUK6XLe_2EUATNPsjTy6oFhpS0lW7WE8Hjm4gP4KG-E-HP0RDvS4U0oxiTyj5EYOTB3JZZ-kxdmdgFphHD3dz3yH9jYqqEeUe0NhXNDwgDAO9RdF4XyT0325fsYFmTUvFU-KZR00VoSGALruBliq1nn7Hcf85Kyl1FsgSXCmkOeyRB3MIRg/w681-h396/1-320260041_5700727853326819_7609602989956297632_n.jpg" width="681" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="2672" height="878" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEia9xsYsSQKoJZzqMNb7fNMlL-1cGa0gcUaDIkJI_DBTc4YfGAhB3l099Bm7jtGF8vX9Fw6EtZHv4oifgpbbX-666KH2uZ-L4hdagP1ubgmN48Bj0wI7Tkhw4DmqnvngBpW0x1p4ncFoaX1nHEEaNLAxBROwbwHHlv9ufS8t9GDqTphx4G9ZVn70vQYWQ=w677-h878" style="color: #202122;" width="677" /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b style="color: #202122;">The Revue Bar, October 2022, photographed from Rupert Street. Note Brewer Street on the left. We'll be back here in a moment.</b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Paul Raymond's Revuebar closed in 2004 but as can be seen from my photo, at least some of the 1950s neon signage remains in situ. </span></span></div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em;"></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><!--more--><p style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"></p><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Not being overly familiar with the geography of London before our trip, I was often surprised to discover that certain areas of seemingly little significance were visited more than once during the Beatles career, and some of the best known </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">photographs of the group were taken in places only metres from each other, but several years apart. </span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Brewer Street / Rupert Street<b> </b>area in Soho is a good example. </span></div><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #666666;">Brewer Street / Rupert Street</b></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 2 July 1963, the group posed for a series of Dezo Hoffmann photographs taken on the streets around Soho.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1252" data-original-width="1200" height="704" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2HA7j3nd90wkbRX2LCoedB4uP8GbkFc8eV1R5Xtnw8rOhgnyPZsV4eJqIjzAZHtFITaYLvambM-2vQzC7W4noinxTd9_Os2dRbBZFiJpjVQOM0xGNGIH1F8BqWK2lACn85l89E4ivtknl995ceUtxsq3uM6U_MDk6ZPvFwXK0upK73cWk12uIikHHkQ=w674-h704" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; text-align: center;" width="674" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The weekday fruit and vegetable market on the corner of Rupert Street and Brewer street was one such location. Hoffmann took several photographs of the Beatles buying bananas on a stall outside 5-7 Brewer Street.</span></div><div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img height="673" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCpMphLcO7TD3Q9c66CmNCu3D78w8Ijxy42YInI7vRuipjT8pl-8Noe7hvnnN3y-QL9i3dcS3PTIqcG87zmNpbRxhLrnfJjrGSJ3LFodqyhBDtRx-wKoI_ZoOq0u4T2nYfWrKGKv6qA0Y5BYlnJ1o_USAqmoUpFh90TNCeZ7Eus02KHsSy5DJ6bAMvIg=w677-h673" style="text-align: start;" width="677" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div style="margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin: 0.5em 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikKtsMFgY8o7aS-p40Ichq9IhT95K3WJPLuPId2wC18MFSvcdLl8k0Rmsn7-R8HySruajDJ_2q5RXiYpUzgG8FcyLZWVM4x6R2Q4D_SXwHD-riUakHJAGQt_1jLeRhx6hXKqrO9dEGXUw3E7GMqyZuk7jvPuNuk_0GUwtK-8QMfeQWJKWO9QW4qDG93g=w676-h452" width="676" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; margin: 0px 0px 1.41575em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #202122; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Note the sign for Brewer Street on the Adult Store, to the right of which is Walkers' Court and the Raymond Revuebar which the Beatles visited in 1967.</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #202122; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><!--more--></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We then took a short walk to Old Compton Street to see five more Beatles' locations.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>58 Old Compton Street, W1</b></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This was formerly the premises of Westminster Photographic camera shop. On 22 April 1963 the Beatles and Dezo Hoffmann came here to view an 8mm film they had shot on Allerton golf course (Liverpool) on 25 March. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj72IwCZt7Ag6Ks04YV-UlR7J1u8s9nP_XfWg4oeTBmo6blsDfXG7RWMeZj6VRRb--Z5xMvQOPhXV9W8GJsytESsVajCljmlXJbgRnB8b4KpFyUP0aw2yoxFxln_HeMWddAMFGCYDRHbuc-SBDQsawDBNmT4CqAny7rZHE86MB0dEEytdsuzfbPHaeGCA/s1255/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2030122022%20150938.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1255" data-original-width="1097" height="769" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj72IwCZt7Ag6Ks04YV-UlR7J1u8s9nP_XfWg4oeTBmo6blsDfXG7RWMeZj6VRRb--Z5xMvQOPhXV9W8GJsytESsVajCljmlXJbgRnB8b4KpFyUP0aw2yoxFxln_HeMWddAMFGCYDRHbuc-SBDQsawDBNmT4CqAny7rZHE86MB0dEEytdsuzfbPHaeGCA/w673-h769/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2030122022%20150938.jpg" width="673" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>62 (nearest camera) and 58 Old Compton Street, W1</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #666666;">62 Old Compton Street, W1</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Today, this and the adjacent number 60 Old Compton Street, are Balans, the 'infamous, outrageous and utterly unbeatable restaurant' which has been serving up good times in Soho since 1987. In 1962 it was part of the <b>Golden Egg</b> restaurant chain. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 9 October 1962, John Lennon's 22nd birthday, the Beatles and Brian Epstein were on the second of a two day promotional visit, attending appointments with journalists across London arranged by Tony Calder, who was handling the publicity for 'Love Me Do'. In between interviews they all came here with Jeff Dexter, who was assisting Calder. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #666666; font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="color: white; font-size: medium;"><b>59 Old Compton Street, W1</b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1220" height="886" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeR6aNH8C1kFiKHc5-VA5d67s1Qa7TdW0GpnOoIL9sawJDRfuMYU5k7rL8b9JfOyfpddlzA7wrfnO9W67y3ZIvCQHfmWdKmTrAr_IRir04svvQiaq4ftrwiUlhvbJdzSbj5g3apgP9jOIJlMJZHSezAQOBzzZ5BZaNEpfrN9i85j8hNoP8N_qosYo9mg=w676-h886" style="text-align: justify;" width="676" /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the most important musical landmarks in the capital, this fish and chip restaurant was formerly the 2 i’s Coffee Bar, described in the 'Beatles' London' as 'the fulcrum of the teenage music scene in the late 1950s - the Cavern of its day'.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The name of the 2 i's derived from earlier owners, brothers Freddie and Sammy Irani, who ran the venue until 1955. It was then taken over by Paul Lincoln, an Australian professional wrestler known as "Dr Death", and Ray Hunter, a wrestling promoter and professional wrestler known as Rebel Ray Hunter. They opened it as a coffee bar on 22 April 1956. Tom Littlewood, a judo instructor who was initially working as the doorman, became the manager of the 2 i's in 1958.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A meeting between Littlewood and the Beatles' first Agent / Manager Allan Williams that same year inspired the latter to open his own 2 i's inspired coffee bar in Slater Street, Liverpool which he named the Jacaranda. Similarly, watching a news item on the the 2 i's spurred Mrs Mona Best in Hayman's Green, West Derby, Liverpool to open a coffee bar for her son Pete and his teenage friends in the basement of their house. The Casbah Club was born.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="460" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiN_24ztkX_GehSYUBMFSyBvjZL1FeS8--jEXzDyj4pEvVAvDUH-0mgSUTDqzOfdKO52FRO1QfscFDJLoUtAQI9mkfaJpqRAIE7X5Wd8j3sWhVH9O3wTBgjc0UjUafasg_2P4WcSTc3CJbU9nckyuwq8PQgyes8aN2QlKQuDnDL2vFCMhr4EmecV__WPQ=w676-h406" style="font-size: large; font-weight: 700; text-align: center;" width="676" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The 2 I's in the 1950s. A sign above the entrance read '2 i’s' between two Coca-Cola logos surrounded by musical notes with the words 'Coffee Bar' beneath all picked out in neon lights. This sign was changed for a more boring utility sign without the neon at some point in the 1960s (see below)</b></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">.[7]</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGwb42GRqsNT9VRsEOeyaNr3XkMzKi_R7bmA3P00UbqeJTb8qffDw5iJZEGuqYMJSW0diaacWGMBvU7M2O9Ot24yvfCObtkZM_ZiJhf7Miteup_SLLTbl4TyCsT4KT6ROXVxJ9H83xTHI5HDkEUp9QrEaaLKd0bnasE_y3nUTKoZW-3VW1EMpgEkbeMQ" style="clear: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="675" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGwb42GRqsNT9VRsEOeyaNr3XkMzKi_R7bmA3P00UbqeJTb8qffDw5iJZEGuqYMJSW0diaacWGMBvU7M2O9Ot24yvfCObtkZM_ZiJhf7Miteup_SLLTbl4TyCsT4KT6ROXVxJ9H83xTHI5HDkEUp9QrEaaLKd0bnasE_y3nUTKoZW-3VW1EMpgEkbeMQ=w675-h675" width="675" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><!--more--></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The coffee bar allowed standing room for about 20 people, and had a serving counter with an espresso coffee machine, orange juice dispenser, and sandwich display case. A door at the back led to the manager's office, and a narrow stairway led down to a dismal and dark cellar about the size of a large bedroom, lit by a couple of weak bulbs. At one end was the small 18-inch stage made of milk crates with planks on top of them. There was just one microphone, left over from the Boer War, and some speakers up on the wall.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Saturday 14 July 1957, the Saturday of the Soho fair the Vipers Skiffle Group were performing on the back of a flat-bed truck as it drove slowly around Soho Square, Wardour Street and Carnaby Street. When the truck stopped outside the 2 i's the Vipers went inside for coffee, still singing and passing the hat around. As they were leaving, Lincoln and Hunter asked them if they'd like to come back and perform in the evening, in the basement cellar. They agreed and became the first resident group at the 2 i's.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Within a couple of weeks the band's performances at the venue had begun to attract a large following through word of mouth. It soon won a clientele attracted because of its rock'n'roll music, and for a time became "the most famous music venue in England," and attracted talent spotters, record producers and music promoters such as Jack Good, Larry Parnes, Don Arden and George Martin, who signed the Vipers after watching them at the 2 i's. He bacame the first record producer to sign a skiffle group.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Several recording stars were discovered at, or performed at, the 2 i's, including Rory Blackwell; Tommy Steele; Cliff Richard and the Drifters / Shadows - Hank Marvin, Bruce Welch, Brian Bennett, Tony Meehan, Jet Harris, Brian 'Licorice' Locking; Vince Eager; Wee Willie Harris (Paul McCartney obtained his autograph outside the Liverpool Empire in March 1958), Adam Faith; Joe Brown; Clem Cattini (The Tornados); Eden Kane; Screaming Lord Sutch; Tony Sheridan; Lance Fortune; Albert Lee; Johnny Kidd; Ritchie Blackmore; Alex Wharton; Mickie Most (as the Most Brothers); Big Jim Sullivan; Joe Moretti; Vince Taylor; Duffy Power; Johnny Gentle; Derry and the Seniors; and Georgie Fame. Notable non-musical names among the 2i's clientele included Diana Dors, Michael Caine, Terence Stamp and Francis Bacon.</div></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhY1df3wak8KZyXUVdZFfzWAv4rlFKS4PwM1MqZ9FU_dV7O0MZp9IVm3oNG3_el-xLjL1VITbYzbnLPnHO_vXprEHRnViijFdqKEYTIdu8b-6DFjA7AJynuHIUaqy5fDzbaaHguoQAUsU8IYcpKmPmqaRPnYkpgAH0tuqC3Ux1i_7p7nIs1q6q3hckMCQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhY1df3wak8KZyXUVdZFfzWAv4rlFKS4PwM1MqZ9FU_dV7O0MZp9IVm3oNG3_el-xLjL1VITbYzbnLPnHO_vXprEHRnViijFdqKEYTIdu8b-6DFjA7AJynuHIUaqy5fDzbaaHguoQAUsU8IYcpKmPmqaRPnYkpgAH0tuqC3Ux1i_7p7nIs1q6q3hckMCQ=w675-h451" width="675" /></a></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The authors of 'The Beatles' London' comment that the 2 i's café remained open through the 1960s and while they'd like to think the Beatles popped in during one of their visits down Old Compton Street, no visit was ever mentioned. More importantly, what the book doesn't mention is an absolutely <i>crucial</i> meeting that took place here which changed the course of the Beatles' fortunes for ever.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In March 1960, Allan Williams attended a concert at the Liverpool Empire starring Gene Vincent and Eddie Cochran which prompted Williams to put on his own show at the Liverpool Stadium with the two stars. Williams struck a deal with the London music impresario Larry Parnes, to host the show on 3 May 1960. The show was a huge success despite the death of Eddie Cochran less than three weeks before. The supporting acts included Gerry and the Pacemakers and Rory Storm and the Hurricanes with Ringo on drums.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The success of the show was the beginning of a fruitful working relationship between Williams and Parnes, with the former providing Liverpool groups to act as the backing musicians for the latter's stable of solo artists, many of whom had been discovered in the 2 i's. Johnny Gentle was one, and Williams supplied the Beatles to back him on a tour of Scotland.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another group promised work through the Williams - Parnes' arrangement was Derry and the Seniors. Booked to appear in a summer season in Blackpool, the deal went sour at the last minute when Parnes withdrew his offer. Having given up their day jobs in anticipation of the 'big time' the Seniors were suddenly left high and dry, and demanded that Williams do something.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With no work available in Liverpool, Williams offered to drive them down to London, heading to Soho where he hoped to hook up with his friend Tom Littlewood at the 2 i's. They were in luck, the resident rock acts at the café had the night off and the Seniors were given the opportunity to perform on the empty stage. What happened next was one of those extraordinary chance meetings with which the Beatles' story is littered, the sort of event a Hollywood script writer would usually have to invent to propel the plot only for it to be dismissed as so fantastical as to be unbelievable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At the start of 1960, WIlliams and his business associate Lord Woodbine had found themselves in Hamburg where they'd become acquainted with Bruno Koschmider, the manager of the Kaiserkeller. Williams had suggested the German employ some British (i.e. Liverpudlian) groups in his club. In May, Koschmider made his way to England looking for groups, but instead of heading for Liverpool he went to London, and found himself at the 2 i's where he encountered Tony Sheridan and his backing band, offering them a contract to play at his club in Hamburg. They jumped at the chance, and proved so successful that a month or so later Koschmider returned to the 2 i's looking for another group, and it was here, 'by a million to one chance' that he met Allan Williams, watched Derry and the Seniors perform, liked them and offered them an engagement in Germany.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">From here the story is well known. Looking for a rock act to play in his other club (the Indra), Koschmider asked Williams to put forward another group for consideration. Williams sent Koschmider the Beatles. The rest is history. Since his death the history books have been kinder to Allan Williams and it is now accepted that without Williams there would have been no Hamburg. Without Hamburg, there would have been no Beatles, or at least not the powerhouse act that went on to conquer the world. So, no 2 i's, no chance meeting between Koschmider and Williams, thus no Hamburg, and no Beatles.</div></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;"><b>63 Old Compton Street, W1</b></span></span><br /><br /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNFMx09wOwx31kwDYc6D05yKKPC3PMeONv66VvUWzgN0kTCTBAmx-M1JPEFtGXwypJVGkHPHm8gixvVv267vNHFdz0wcGVJNN8Ih2Kj2SFywAp6RcQ4w-TiZv9JEZnkGMGPtibGkLU9ZBufXJLVpOpslcUi9k7OPmhAkWv39OfirNUKoMn8_-Yc2x2pw=w675-h452" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Arnold "Dougie" Millings was a London-based tailor known as "the Beatles' tailor".</span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br />Two doors away from the 2 i's, his shop - <b>Dougie Millings and Son</b> - was at 63 Old Compton Street, where he began designing for British pop stars such as Cliff Richard, Tommy Steele, and Adam Faith.</span><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Millings – who was born in Manchester and trained in Edinburgh before moving to London to work as a cutter on Regent Street in the 1930s – would go on to make - according to the internet - most of the Beatles’ clothing, on stage and frequently off, for the rest of the decade. That’s some 500 suits. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Several of Millings garments have found their way into the archives of MOMA and the V&A, or are on display in Cleveland’s Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame, including a caped coat from the cover of ‘Help!‘; the velvet-collared, three-button suits the Beatles wore for their first US tour and landmark performance on The Ed Sullivan Show; and, of course, the round-collared, 'Pierre Cardin' style two-piece that would come to be known as ‘the Beatle suit’</span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="674" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLrYjrlXbBIHskY1Ratsl09v-H8T97YqR8R0fx4Laha8voamamodiIitYydCBQxppRFassOvcaO4tLcUatLZz0LZsaDS4IsJkLe1yD-kbBNVo5dh_JQ1YJeKxYt-iRCyYcdyqjXx1Yg-AunRrdMptS8wrqAP6QV6vEwYM6zoq6ujGUjiMsV_7Nt4CusQ=w675-h506" width="675" /></div></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1920" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaD9lVFAcqVXTiPAKTCofS-DecqBUQvWAJNy2jQoxV8JbsiEHYK6eZv3qs--M14uZfIiXKIjJEyBGtzRIgme-vsQJhr_wPA5G0Y8nqM42NiriYPpJ0XcpUn9N0XmEYrN6lhuIcLv0qXoQBx1LIolqAcpmT97zRG_SOEVutd8LanclFhzJYj1aq7Lv-YQ=w674-h506" width="674" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /><b>The Beatles on the first floor of Milling's shop on 2 July 1963</b> (Dezo Hoffmann)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The Beatles were regular visitors here in 1963 and Dezo Hoffmann photographed him in the shop on 2 July 1963, as part of his 'A Day in the Life of the Beatles' session which also took in many of the places featured in this blog.</div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhE0GDLfa-LdUUGNaPYL2GR9uf6IJPq4gj1esWXXxZfkqdZ2KVrgOE8z_XH-WPMMABEtutAhKSxEo8M5IpBNKrtyLQkaxZpUbVSo0n9Y72C4CMkkDBgG9fWMuYxQYVZv9frYbnyi0cPLJ1NHnSvj6B2RkQPH6SDCYjmP2BdaA0C-6jZPUpEp11mt2T4rA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1920" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhE0GDLfa-LdUUGNaPYL2GR9uf6IJPq4gj1esWXXxZfkqdZ2KVrgOE8z_XH-WPMMABEtutAhKSxEo8M5IpBNKrtyLQkaxZpUbVSo0n9Y72C4CMkkDBgG9fWMuYxQYVZv9frYbnyi0cPLJ1NHnSvj6B2RkQPH6SDCYjmP2BdaA0C-6jZPUpEp11mt2T4rA=w676-h507" width="676" /></a></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Millings had a cameo in 'A Hard Day's Night', appropriately as a frustrated tailor. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><!--more--></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">76 Old
Compton Street<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">, W1 </span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGdjLvRu9YliMyeUnwhDRshh0bQugq394Ip8ox_rwUA8kIhsCol7UY8_ZODGzKOVdu7xSAGoy5m5X89M7x7nbmwO4jC6bgYi-knk9L402kTMZr-Nyef_Gd07cD55qc9cyHY7yiTbFep-a1T8EOFiHLTrkRRwU4U9VWpteD20a9QLhTWEiFiklqNy1oA/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(253).JPG" style="clear: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1014" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGdjLvRu9YliMyeUnwhDRshh0bQugq394Ip8ox_rwUA8kIhsCol7UY8_ZODGzKOVdu7xSAGoy5m5X89M7x7nbmwO4jC6bgYi-knk9L402kTMZr-Nyef_Gd07cD55qc9cyHY7yiTbFep-a1T8EOFiHLTrkRRwU4U9VWpteD20a9QLhTWEiFiklqNy1oA/w678-h1014/Day%201%20(A001)%20(253).JPG" width="678" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span><!--more--></span>Norman's Film Productions</b> used to have an editing suite on the first floor here. The Beatles and editor Roy Benson came here between October and December 1967 to cut their 'Magical Mystery Tour' film. On 21 November 1967, the BBC cameras were present, filming the Beatles in the editing suite with the resultant film being used as a 'video' for the song 'Hello Goodbye'.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1077" data-original-width="1518" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrCnV3H93kY0wK0k7ph0hP9f7XERjo-f_8pJMDus1a5sV70Z5UVRofGDFmAW71sei6icGuaCrkkxcPNR3ukqLRWiWCvlH2nEGxlbOshHbpnrG4vBfSkBcPru0jVG5FJtKTiBWTU6da15cCDRMtR7NVpHWiTBeNx0SznlQqz3e7esGapxY7otjPZQMXdQ=w328-h234" width="328" /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="1524" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBfpa3-HrHRf11cuMCKFb9MZXZYS90yBu4dEbrLvzTf-F-XeRWFbmsdkbtRl_-5BERBkfPXhniHOKILmWiNVVwmPI2UT_X-tOiX9i60YlB8pNhmCmFPIyO9BEGWH1aNCcuFWVbtAdjzEuDzmkLSnHKxpKERI9HDbcnQSuLjcFieURH8uKNgap01ED9Yw=w323-h234" width="323" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1bvMnaVLL2ETOtcJBLnBEdfWC7cFOZsG1B92RQ-2ANJQfKv7ZXfKsdbfyinha22W9nsNa8M-WHTD4g_SQQQuP8umLsh4fQHhd5cPkudHIcFFjPhZrYyLm_eaoQOzkITLdOCD223xhFJ4F7qGDQbLhQ0rywDv9iRMdfXss3WhsWaSiY6oOaP1wDAeOxQ=w327-h239" width="327" /><span> </span><img height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCm5Z5NZwyks-FIiV__Jn8_GxWtYrTcIHslGWj2Q8XidRNuLlwfCnKQOWBkk5kUyNv8rFvBBwjQnzpxsq1VgorXT9CeSgLt3ktHm5N8R83S0gqgTSHy8u811VHWYbLNVQ5DLB_SWPe-sOg9H0FT0RZXE06uDb8krfBb8cSqcm-UQlIMi3ZMboBYYO77A=w316-h204" width="316" /></span></div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><!--more--></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Steve and I then headed to the China town area of Wardour Street to see a number of locations that featured in Dezo Hoffmann's 'A Day in the Life of the Beatles' photo session on 2 July 1963. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;"><b>24 Wardour Street, W1</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifROPXll-8XzYJ6yRasOtXwwOkA7A8Z5kOeChF42Hmg-SORHIAVahCdz1z1kbLtyIrUZuvB1u8Mkg92BKXYVIGoybVzH1kH5CaGLzk3w6tROOVnwUuAWdYT88XU2hd7VOHIxUGEHb8EVK_hoZ_mjiS9AQ6SHTera9sKsDzRYuRSfxEb9ckV_nrgjh8Dw/s474/Hoffmann%20Rupert%20Court%20session%20(7).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="307" data-original-width="474" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifROPXll-8XzYJ6yRasOtXwwOkA7A8Z5kOeChF42Hmg-SORHIAVahCdz1z1kbLtyIrUZuvB1u8Mkg92BKXYVIGoybVzH1kH5CaGLzk3w6tROOVnwUuAWdYT88XU2hd7VOHIxUGEHb8EVK_hoZ_mjiS9AQ6SHTera9sKsDzRYuRSfxEb9ckV_nrgjh8Dw/w677-h438/Hoffmann%20Rupert%20Court%20session%20(7).jpg" width="677" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hoffmann photographed the Beatles in front of what was then the <b>Kontact café </b>while Ringo paid for two ice-creams. After the cafe closed the premises housed a bureau de change for a while before reverting to an ice-cream parlour of sorts, advertising itself as "the original and no. 1 Bubblewrap waffle house worldwide". The premises are directly opposite Rupert Court and the next location on our list.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"><b>27 Wardour Street, W1</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Gl6HjXtKaTu0N0KA5NWF2bafC-5KX_OKslLtC0KGAHQfm8AlGB6qWGfiWJizhiPprzL3ljlInDCYYUFPR01Q2_kauAD7cMPzy2ZVYdol5KsXdV8HNwiEXap_u64QQ9Q0oGSHLEjQQxhFp-j0LYKFviuhw-Y7cEMl91yr3-VisT_Yaw-GzCRzWmOTLw/s563/7f142836efb0af56a0f530949adca498.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="563" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Gl6HjXtKaTu0N0KA5NWF2bafC-5KX_OKslLtC0KGAHQfm8AlGB6qWGfiWJizhiPprzL3ljlInDCYYUFPR01Q2_kauAD7cMPzy2ZVYdol5KsXdV8HNwiEXap_u64QQ9Q0oGSHLEjQQxhFp-j0LYKFviuhw-Y7cEMl91yr3-VisT_Yaw-GzCRzWmOTLw/w677-h518/7f142836efb0af56a0f530949adca498.jpg" width="677" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the 1960s this was <b>Garner's, </b>a<b> </b>restaurant specialising in seafood although the Beatles, who came here often in 1963, were reportedly fond of the crêpes. Hoffmann photographed them on the street in front of the restaurant while John and Ringo ate the ice creams just purchased from no.24. It's currently Hung's Chinese restaurant. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hmO5Hby9r7soHhj6V0xO4-VYEf1kHKSKD4jmnuMF53GvYY2UQb33MKGtPDh1Owy9V05I2BStMOhAEHK-5MfPvs97iI2OTcMLRBQV-JpUWFCZx3erU_aWko5vt1rO88TAq8wmXSlbvGjaJOmVQcTHW63pDOjgzciOGAif3cgsky53khyEukekgjXAkw/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(278).JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hmO5Hby9r7soHhj6V0xO4-VYEf1kHKSKD4jmnuMF53GvYY2UQb33MKGtPDh1Owy9V05I2BStMOhAEHK-5MfPvs97iI2OTcMLRBQV-JpUWFCZx3erU_aWko5vt1rO88TAq8wmXSlbvGjaJOmVQcTHW63pDOjgzciOGAif3cgsky53khyEukekgjXAkw/w677-h453/Day%201%20(A001)%20(278).JPG" width="677" /></a></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;">29 Wardour Street (2nd floor), W1</span></span> </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpaOoDkvJtSs_2-l5qHvXSSbs2895Z4HNZhJcwpsFNCKpblO52ZW2L7-L961kopTxGhI9W7o2aIToTowUSnmhJaJZfOed3V7kEa9Qj2czL0ek-Q9V3vz53WtYLHwGtk8y11f3uFS2GUgVJQErC2MRyVS4MqInxcjkvFgVg0MO77m7PtAmXUg683_oqNQ/w647-h364/Day_1_(A001)_(84).jpg" width="647" /></div></b></div></span></div></div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On the opposite side of the alleyway (<b>Rupert Court</b> - see below) to Garner's restaurant, is number twenty-nine Wardour Street. Dezo Hoffmann's photographic studio was situated on the second floor from 1960 until his death in 1986. He photographed the Beatles here on four occasions between April and July, 1963.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>On Monday 22 April 1963 Hoffmann photographed them here wearing their new collarless suits, designed by Stuart Sutcliffe, inspired by Pierre Cardin, refined by Paul McCartney and cut by Dougie Millings. According to his son Gordon Millings <i>'</i></span><span style="text-align: start;"><i>It was the kind of thing that the like of Pierre Cardin was doing at the time, too. So that’s what (my father) came up with, these jackets with half-inch braiding on the edges, flared cuffs and a three pearl button-fastening, and tight, flat-fronted trousers with no pockets to keep the lines lean – and because Epstein said he didn’t want the band members to have pockets to put their hands in'</i>. </span><span style="text-align: start;">[8]</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnBvEm3Oulv-2VkJ6rx05w3hEYSTycpm09n7OKU8jlKsnfSUMx_q-d-x93IQljkkhyHU6WImALSfUGKbBSCn08j-zTQyg1mdqJliMAlZrw8AmT6_6T3VFRrjQa82gFjTPYBnxPt1XMRAxa0eZqMEOU857RdDo-U1pTaqHyf_tPzklY5jFZHy5OC3Hww/s1920/5e7b6da4e70ee.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnBvEm3Oulv-2VkJ6rx05w3hEYSTycpm09n7OKU8jlKsnfSUMx_q-d-x93IQljkkhyHU6WImALSfUGKbBSCn08j-zTQyg1mdqJliMAlZrw8AmT6_6T3VFRrjQa82gFjTPYBnxPt1XMRAxa0eZqMEOU857RdDo-U1pTaqHyf_tPzklY5jFZHy5OC3Hww/w676-h380/5e7b6da4e70ee.jpeg" width="676" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /><span style="font-size: large; text-align: start;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>The Beatles with Dougie Millings during the Hoffmann photo shoot on 22 April 1963</b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span></div></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Rupert Court, W1</b></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This alleyway, between 27 and 29 Wardour Street, just below Hoffmann's studio, was the location for one of his best early photographs of the Beatles, in fact so good that it was chosen for the front cover of the Beatles' London Book (see at the top of this blog). </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="500" height="919" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5dsPzWeqb9qnEjJl6VFcHvlWHSePGOzOnf8uxu2BqWXUnZLhUQDQTU8xTyDATftqH1EW7xcGn_p1Wiz-JgRhYJXMzmfU34eomRQut4tEg0mpdcGAa_xykMTUyZITdF9yZIycTocOfBY9Re9FZ5vxZj6eXNWehPcRG43WVHBXGoQb-AZTai-mg9_7XPw=w678-h919" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;" width="678" /></p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhpWGzxr0W4sEWJxx5v8PV-6AaP31dZPOrWKzcWk-3GL6lMv07rHZxbrYoCAkdmjneR2x7SKTSYyPLPsxWeobFFGI0E-th83yq246pAHRXKV-8ujraNQ7L5dBmLHfg3O_1SmgfE06F9mYZFq6DEEXjJRAATxXygM6dFNaNw3XlfV_jsMwZ94E4EWMCg/s2597/Day%201%20(A001)%20(353).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2597" data-original-width="2597" height="677" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhpWGzxr0W4sEWJxx5v8PV-6AaP31dZPOrWKzcWk-3GL6lMv07rHZxbrYoCAkdmjneR2x7SKTSYyPLPsxWeobFFGI0E-th83yq246pAHRXKV-8ujraNQ7L5dBmLHfg3O_1SmgfE06F9mYZFq6DEEXjJRAATxXygM6dFNaNw3XlfV_jsMwZ94E4EWMCg/w677-h677/Day%201%20(A001)%20(353).JPG" width="677" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #666666;">31 Wardour Street, W1</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The top floor of 31 Wardour Street was the premises of <b>Star Shirt Makers</b>, another location visited by the Beatles during the Hoffmann session on 2 July 1963. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>33-37 Wardour Street, W1</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjvv033IYmnzTjlf52J5NxvYPTMbax0HICzx2a9Run-LlI5-CImShlf0YmT3w3XTstu9XwBXtEohIWLlpRxWTZis_wvq_UzaqLoGIEF235NIgV7eEo5kBxtegvb8IU8Ws7dRlenV0nL8vyR6GWtQqtf_83kz2eyUdKNlca1NZPf7YiYqR_dveILbe7Q/s1690/75905.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1690" data-original-width="1686" height="677" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjvv033IYmnzTjlf52J5NxvYPTMbax0HICzx2a9Run-LlI5-CImShlf0YmT3w3XTstu9XwBXtEohIWLlpRxWTZis_wvq_UzaqLoGIEF235NIgV7eEo5kBxtegvb8IU8Ws7dRlenV0nL8vyR6GWtQqtf_83kz2eyUdKNlca1NZPf7YiYqR_dveILbe7Q/w675-h677/75905.jpg" width="675" /></a></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Here's somewhere I completely forgot to photograph! Right next door to the building comprising 27-31 Wardour Street is the former <b>Flamingo Club</b>. I did capture part of it in a general view of Wardour Street but I won't waste your time with it. Instead here's a photo of the club with the building containing Hoffmann's studio and Star Shirt Makers on the left. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRK3f4wIuvZrr9KcA99pmgLHlr6X9UwBGpZYSIkHixqpUk6EVKK780-ar-UZ_OSQDFID5tOkG67Pbq5QsxHg6NFv1Zbn_CUIzlDcOaHJlKvPfjVJ28xKmBNh7Yb6pjSyYThtAgyboTPYdgS46V3GevfX1RITb-sUXLNHOm_QH24EHXTxojy20XEadlw/s426/the-flamingo-club-wardour-street.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="426" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRK3f4wIuvZrr9KcA99pmgLHlr6X9UwBGpZYSIkHixqpUk6EVKK780-ar-UZ_OSQDFID5tOkG67Pbq5QsxHg6NFv1Zbn_CUIzlDcOaHJlKvPfjVJ28xKmBNh7Yb6pjSyYThtAgyboTPYdgS46V3GevfX1RITb-sUXLNHOm_QH24EHXTxojy20XEadlw/w675-h464/the-flamingo-club-wardour-street.jpg" width="675" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">As the plaque states, the club played an important role in the development of British rhythm and blues, modern jazz and later ska music, and as such had a wide social appeal. In the early 1960s you would find </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">gangsters, pimps and prostitutes hanging out with American servicemen, West Indians, and musicians. John Mayall described the club as "a very dark and evil-smelling basement.... It had that seedy sort of atmosphere and there was a lot of pill-popping. You usually had to scrape a couple of people off the floor when you emerged into Soho at dawn...". In October 1962, the club was the scene of a fight between jazz fans Aloysius Gordon and Johnny Edgecombe both lovers of Christine Keeler, which ultimately led to the public revelations of the Profumo affair.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">[9]</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">By 1963, the Flamingo also became known as a centre of the mod subculture, where fans and musicians of both jazz and R&B music would rub shoulders. Unusually, it employed black musicians and DJs; it did not have a drinks licence, and illicit drug-taking was commonplace and generally tolerated by the police. It became recognised as a meeting place for famous musicians including members of the Who, the Small Faces, the Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix and many others. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">All four Beatles came here on occasion, one being 6 September 1963 when they were accompanied by Robert Freeman, Peter Blake and his wife Jann Haworth. Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames were performing that evening in the upstairs part of the building, known as the All-Nighter Club (and later ther Whisky-A-Gogo). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On 6 August 1965, Brian Jones and Paul McCartney (with Jane Asher) attended a performance by the Byrds. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Through the resulting melting pot of music, fashion and social cross-culture, the Flamingo played a small but important part in the breakdown of racial prejudice in post-war British society and the club was one of the first UK venues to introduce ska music to a white audience, with performances by Jamaican born musicians such as Count Suckle.</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Incidentally, I missed the <b>Marquee Club</b> at 90 Wardour Street too. Justification enough for a return visit in Spring 2023!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;">7 Leicester Place, WC2H</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3FyGAufjdSLwxIiA6k0RQ7WLS2zhe2EOZ3eAJTADhj6_IMt-o1ItSL_IYTiLXkEDQ7TJGzOggwRkDmO46US3KB841wcn4727FDVA6Jp3v7sZYiaQipEOgIiYk4HK2B9wd_Ydj46ECvbdsXDgoTaQ6lVr1DzDMNZmJjfmzz7WejjlV9uAns4XfnN0Ow/s4032/Day_1_(A001)_(83).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="1215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3FyGAufjdSLwxIiA6k0RQ7WLS2zhe2EOZ3eAJTADhj6_IMt-o1ItSL_IYTiLXkEDQ7TJGzOggwRkDmO46US3KB841wcn4727FDVA6Jp3v7sZYiaQipEOgIiYk4HK2B9wd_Ydj46ECvbdsXDgoTaQ6lVr1DzDMNZmJjfmzz7WejjlV9uAns4XfnN0Ow/w683-h1215/Day_1_(A001)_(83).jpg" width="683" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The <b>Ad Lib Club</b> was a nightclub on the fourth floor of 7 Leicester Place over the Prince Charles Cinema in London's Soho district. It opened in late 1964 and according to Mark Lewisohn it soon became the club '</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">most strongly associated with The Beatles', who had their own table. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The Beatles ended their evening at the club following the premiere of 'A Hard Day's Night' on 7 July 1964. Ringo p</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">roposed to Maureen Cox here in January 1965.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Reportedly, the Ad Lib was one of the relatively few places that John felt he could go without being unduly bothered which is why, as Kenwood suggests on his excellent blog it was probably why the participants in what George Harrison referred to the 'Dental Experience' came here one particular evening in 1965. .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On or about 8 April 1965, John and Cynthia Lennon, George Harrison and Patti Boyd accepted a dinner invitation at the home of their 'wicked dentist', John Riley. After the meal Riley served them coffee laced with LSD aiming to be the first person to 'turn on' The Beatles. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Later that night they were planning to go to a London nightclub called the Pickwick Club to watch their friends playing (Paddy, Klaus and Gibson). When the two fabs decided it was time to leave, Riley became insistent that they stayed... or at least until they'd finished their coffee. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They finished their coffee and again George suggested they leave at which point the dentist said something to John, who turned to George and said 'We've had LSD'. John later recounted that <i>it was all the thing with the middle-class London swingers who'd heard all about it and didn't know it was any different from pot and pills. He gave us it, and he was saying, 'I advise you not to leave.' </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At the time the drug was little-known, and still legal, but George sensed that Riley was trying to get them to stay for something seedy, perhaps thinking it was an aphrodisiac. As Harrison remembered in Anthology: I remember his girlfriend had enormous breasts and I think he thought that there was going to be a big gang-bang and that he was going to get to shag everybody. I really think that was his motive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was definitely time to go. George drove them to the Pickwick club (with the dentist following in his car) parked and went in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">No sooner had they sat down and ordered their drinks when the drug started to kick in. George remembers 'the most incredible feeling' coming over him - 'a </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">very concentrated version of the best feeling I'd ever had in my whole life'. He felt like he'd fallen in love with everything and had the overwhelming desire to go round the club telling everybody how much he loved them - people he'd never seen before.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><b>George:</b> <i>One thing led to another, then suddenly it felt as if a bomb had made a direct hit on the nightclub and the roof had been blown off: 'What's going on here?' I pulled my senses together and I realised that the club had actually closed - all the people had gone, they'd put the lights on, and the waiters were going round bashing the tables and putting the chairs on top of them. We thought, 'Oops, we'd better get out of here!'</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>We got out and went to go to another disco, the Ad Lib Club. It was just a short distance so we walked, but things weren't the same now as they had been. It's difficult to explain: it was very Alice in Wonderland - many strange things.</i> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In 1970 <b>John</b> had memories of the night very consistent with Georges. On their arrival at the Ad-Lib: <i>We thought when we went to the club that it was on fire, and then we thought there was a première and it was just an ordinary light outside. We thought, 'Shit, what's going on here?' And we were cackling in the streets, and then people were shouting, 'Let's break a window.' We were just insane. We were out of our heads. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>George:</b> <i>I remember Pattie, half playfully but also half crazy, trying to smash a shop window and I felt: 'Come on now, don't be silly...' We got round the corner and saw just all lights and taxis. It looked as if there was a big film première going on, but it was probably just the usual doorway to the nightclub. It seemed very bright; with all the people in thick make-up, like masks. VERY STRANGE. </i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>We went up into the nightclub and it felt as though the elevator was on fire and we were going into hell (and it was and we were), but at the same time we were all in hysterics and crazy. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>John:</b> <i>We all thought there was a fire on the lift: it was just a little red light; we were all screaming, 'AAAAAAAARGH!' all hot and hysterical. And we all arrived on the floor (because this was a discotheque that was up a building), and the lift stops and the door opens, and we were all, 'AAAAAAAARGH!' </i><i>and we just see that it's the club,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Ringo:</b> <i>I was actually there in the club when John and George got there shouting, 'THE LIFT'S ON FIRE!'</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Interestingly, Kenwood's wonderful blog (with input from Julian Carr) reports that there was an actual fire in the Ad-Lib club on 5 November 5, 1964 resulting in its temporary closure for repair and renovation due to extensive damage. It being their favoured club of the moment, the Beatles would certainly have known about the fire, and it would not have been long re-opened at the time of their 'dental experience'. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span>Was this knowledge, coupled with their chemical intake, the source of their red-light related paranoia?! </span>[ 10]</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>John:</b> <i>W</i>e<i> walk in and sit down and the table's elongating... I suddenly realised it was only a table, with four of us around it, but it went long, just like I had read, and I thought, 'F*ck! It's happening.' Then some singer came up to me and said, 'Can I sit next to you?' I said, 'Only if you don't talk,' because I just couldn't think. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>IT WAS TERRIFYING, but it was fantastic. I did some drawings at the time (I've got them somewhere) of four faces saying, 'We all agree with you!' - things like that. I gave them to Ringo, the originals. I did a lot of drawing that night. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>They all went to bed, and then George's house seemed to be just like a big submarine I was driving. </i></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Let that be a warning to you. Never accept a dinner invitation from your dentist. That said, <i>who</i> goes to their dentist's for dinner? </div></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">While Steve rested his weary leg, I ventured on into Leicester Square (very busy, seemed to be something going on) and Cranbourn Street which runs off it. </span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; text-align: justify;">1 Cranbourn Street, WC2</b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></b></div><div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: left;">Cranbourn Street has two adjacent venues associated with the Beatles, and particularly Paul McCartney. Though my photograph (below) doesn't really do it justice, the building in the centre of the photo with the canopy - now a Vue multiplex - was formerly the </span><b style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: left;">Warner Cinema</b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: left;">.</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="480" height="606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcI0V0FqAGNecNbfE2i4CHbJMuielzGktPtUOwQdUOQHX2hwSOKb-cLck3q-Cl53BNbB6XvYqrkFXVN64-rQHje3DYxoNqCbLC1JQAQDhfrPhtiH0YaNRNmy8apQ5NYmSCaWxtwqYN483YXYPV23MOatl_GkaX-fJig-4oTgLLHnrxlxgH2LTKOhZ40A/w676-h606/p%20(39)%20(1).jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="676" /></p></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;">Paul mobbed at the Warner Cinema, 18 December 1966</b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><br /></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: justify;">On Sunday, 18 December 1966) Paul and girlfriend Jane Asher attended the world premiere of The Family Way, a British comedy-drama film about two young newlyweds whose marriage has yet to be consummated. Directed by Roy Boulting, the film starred Hayley Mills, Hywel Bennett, John Mills, Marjorie Rhodes, Murray Head and Avril Angers. Paul had written the theme music.</div></span></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b><span><!--more--></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1925" data-original-width="1285" height="1010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RSpZy9MnT3SSBF2rZ_DtO45u8SsRJOPSHMpCYT6KG7JoChpO-rBA4Rs0dlKZhFuEby96aFv6q9Wsuyug1zDDmBVIClm_T4ZWZqSu1lf_1utWPB8Ph6cKNeNCvhuiEBl3Eb1gsTo7aBMZPp2cuqwpTpDPnrKx9SIeKeUHwhmfOR3z0repfAV88z_ogA/w675-h1010/w.JPG" style="text-align: center;" width="675" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>The former Warner Cinema (centre, with canopy) with the Hippodrome to the right of it. <span><!--more--></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand;">10 Cranbourn Street, WC2</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></b></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Designed by Frank Matcham, the impressive London Hippodrome was built in 1900 as a circus and water show, an elaborate stage-spectacle impossible in any other theatre. The floor could be lowered and the resulting 'tank' filled with 100,000 gallons of water! All manner of performing creature appeared in the circus ring from elephants to lions to rattle snakes.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">A later rebuild enlarged the stage and used for musical revue, musical comedy, and ice shows. By the 1950s the Hippodrome was hosting variety shows with performers such as Max Bygraves, Alma Cogan and Lonnie Donegan topping bill. It closed on 17 August 1957.</span></o:p></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQdyxBjyDSiG4AACSc9gmzUx3r4w9kEP6eZzkOG8eZoVNAjze6n24pFGqIll6gfZV0OdCpPUYz_sHApRK7DD-LK_Iea8yeEHTLoUljcGRTMxTvU_av3QFR_ASNVPjdGJLwOJX0C8hhD_QKubElsUsalAEIm1FExH4gjy2xhD9xW6PkF9GKdWsKAXb8A/s1024/Talk-of-the-Town-11-Sept-1958-PA-20472102-1024x846.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="1024" height="559" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQdyxBjyDSiG4AACSc9gmzUx3r4w9kEP6eZzkOG8eZoVNAjze6n24pFGqIll6gfZV0OdCpPUYz_sHApRK7DD-LK_Iea8yeEHTLoUljcGRTMxTvU_av3QFR_ASNVPjdGJLwOJX0C8hhD_QKubElsUsalAEIm1FExH4gjy2xhD9xW6PkF9GKdWsKAXb8A/w677-h559/Talk-of-the-Town-11-Sept-1958-PA-20472102-1024x846.jpg" width="677" /></a><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAMHyh-Qp_g5828CJOHfafoR86t_9uVjwXTq1ayoQuE1SpXH2NH0pyNJDK2-Ok8GfsmOoe_qqnzfmoDTceiBF-1LDPjGi5H5_gxvfrhzviz8qjIsk5e2kOfV_Y3AE-MLIZuGtP_2ut70TPLJV7QlKzEp8okr3qpns6OXlJNDSPT6baYhm3rnm8QOgNQ/s1231/31%20Jan%2061%20Albert%20Finney%20with%20Alma%20Cogan%20Evening%20Standard.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1231" height="562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAMHyh-Qp_g5828CJOHfafoR86t_9uVjwXTq1ayoQuE1SpXH2NH0pyNJDK2-Ok8GfsmOoe_qqnzfmoDTceiBF-1LDPjGi5H5_gxvfrhzviz8qjIsk5e2kOfV_Y3AE-MLIZuGtP_2ut70TPLJV7QlKzEp8okr3qpns6OXlJNDSPT6baYhm3rnm8QOgNQ/w676-h562/31%20Jan%2061%20Albert%20Finney%20with%20Alma%20Cogan%20Evening%20Standard.jpg" width="676" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand;">The actor Albert Finney with Alma Cogan at the Talk of the Town on 31 January 1961 (Evening Standard)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></b></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHBExoSA9iisbfaohdvfOckPCsWDi2fTMzt44DT4vOe5ftG50kSlP6AEH0IeXDnoZ8IjwRSydlKJx47geLaGZjjp0OZ7ja3_phxxPvHF37c_g0XAc4p_0Sl0ZWEvbsDw67qt4uUv8XFQHPvVcNqYxmR3m8AhdIOy7El4HLdjptKf3xMshtCYuPYCt5Q/s1000/Talk-of-the-Town-1961.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="688" height="983" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHBExoSA9iisbfaohdvfOckPCsWDi2fTMzt44DT4vOe5ftG50kSlP6AEH0IeXDnoZ8IjwRSydlKJx47geLaGZjjp0OZ7ja3_phxxPvHF37c_g0XAc4p_0Sl0ZWEvbsDw67qt4uUv8XFQHPvVcNqYxmR3m8AhdIOy7El4HLdjptKf3xMshtCYuPYCt5Q/w676-h983/Talk-of-the-Town-1961.jpg" width="676" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand;">The Talk of the Town in 1961, headlined by the Beatles' favourite American group, Sophie Tucker</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><!--more--></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In 1958 Bernard Delfont and his partner Charles Forte ripped out the interior and converted the theatre into a large restaurant/nightclub they called <b>“The Talk of the Town”</b>. With theatre producer and director Robert Nesbitt and the architect George Pine, they hoped to create a sort of restaurant intimacy combined with a theatre experience that would put London not merely abreast of the times, but ahead of them. </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The former gallery was closed off with a false ceiling and the dress circle became a dining area with two staircases leading down to a dance floor and the main part of the restaurant. There were 800 covers and the price in 1958 for a three course dinner and two shows was just two guineas.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ECF5ePcsBKV61h53GE7iQDIQA7F7t_upoqxno5FORQxj61FDt2p4L630UPz7-w0_hTwrlSjBe1zPC5XldmNzE06nHZsth5P38xxXvu1K3_UOoYkKrOQ-oP69FOI7tGcRShzd-4dP0Q5quO1Pxch4iNRJOm-koz_VmakMZMdibY4zNpEKdBYQv1WVfA/s1024/Talk-of-the-Town-1958-interior-PA-20029028-1024x709.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="1024" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ECF5ePcsBKV61h53GE7iQDIQA7F7t_upoqxno5FORQxj61FDt2p4L630UPz7-w0_hTwrlSjBe1zPC5XldmNzE06nHZsth5P38xxXvu1K3_UOoYkKrOQ-oP69FOI7tGcRShzd-4dP0Q5quO1Pxch4iNRJOm-koz_VmakMZMdibY4zNpEKdBYQv1WVfA/w676-h469/Talk-of-the-Town-1958-interior-PA-20029028-1024x709.jpg" width="676" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The first show at the Talk of the Town began at 9.00pm and was a dance spectacular in the style of the Folies Bergère. At 11.00pm came the star of the show - Eartha Kitt - appearing to the audience by rising up from beneath the stage in a vintage Rolls Royce. [10]</span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">This was a favourite haunt of Paul McCartney and Jane Asher, who came to dine while watching the top performers of the day, including Diana Ross and the Supremes who had a residency here in February 1968</span>.</div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-bdVH_2wdbg1xDyssSvUp16ZnCdzqz0cSUCYAEACHalxvw3wBCiGQ7aL3U706-8JPd-nI11Lee6eUO5izUzAclvEDbJErB3GI2mMyZFwIWs2U_reYUmw85t-EMUV5d3-G2_AfnnwWbc2FQM38BADC8YZI0ygFAf9LOO76Y_Nq9iYwvIWa4t1hhPFEg/s607/1-30-68.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="607" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-bdVH_2wdbg1xDyssSvUp16ZnCdzqz0cSUCYAEACHalxvw3wBCiGQ7aL3U706-8JPd-nI11Lee6eUO5izUzAclvEDbJErB3GI2mMyZFwIWs2U_reYUmw85t-EMUV5d3-G2_AfnnwWbc2FQM38BADC8YZI0ygFAf9LOO76Y_Nq9iYwvIWa4t1hhPFEg/s320/1-30-68.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="784" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5A7nJHPCgQUQu9KdHb062FP8VL-PrPWw9ov-J5JX97MddpPn588CFn55ir-LlKJuU2wuIaeC-_2wWQ3NQGwUJrJpLoRms0W3ZOiqYmGCFuk8PwTmukd-uE0U6u0FwEbvnE7R6LaV8dWhiRKXEoAZKp4DVRz1QWVIURdMXxdrfPfR-nU88e4lxMD8L8g/s320/Peter-Asher-original-signiertes-seltenes-Foto-Paul-McCartney.jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="320" /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="287" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNUV1CIHJBhPuIubyknHhxLwBPLNFrPLcGQwY1yYfe4XTrtuLvi8vVsC6zvnur5mJBxx4iEzf2T3oCihCXGEeWCAoGHVh0MihfTySotmNAtjOe88ywAKeUomddstodwCVAkKeY2UtG4OZySfJ7W2S8S2Wv5mSdxSHyvu7669SRcKl70gXV0CQERIW-A/w460-h640/paul-mccartney-signed-talk-town_360_fb602407a6a38547c82da1c74def413b.jpg" width="460" /></div></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>A Talk of the Town Souvenir Programme from early 1968 signed by Paul McCartney.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1340" data-original-width="1915" height="473" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3hKdCYCydA-qcJA-IvBXqiwhDHgGaSlB5kb-q6QRC3ZNxfYp9hUWl-b_6VLfKVIC54uhR8_d42-WF-aGeBOHt25jWan4ahsNjO6qV0mD7ptqDqmbmDz9tavSkjv4vdj4SnuFnMrPgiVGsflJhl0-hBAGDkbPpOHMkOwdJRJTkl8JQNR7t5KidAQUwQ/w676-h473/1-Fullscreen%20capture%2031122022%20200230.jpg" width="676" /></div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><b>On 15 March 1970 Ringo filmed a promotional video for the title song of his Sentimental Journey album on the 'Talk of the Town' stage. Note the back projection showing his album cover / local pub, The Empress (centre) and his final Liverpool home, Admiral Grove on the right.</b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;">So that's part four of our London trip, a post so long that even Peter Jackson would edit it. <b>Part five </b>coming soon (we might even get to Mark Lewisohn's show in the next installment!) </span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
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Information taken from the excellent <a href="http://www.wickedwilliam.com/3-savile-row-role-british-history/">3 Savile
Row - Its role in British history - Wicked William</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2] </span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Additional
tracks have appeared on archive releases.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3] </span></span></span></span>The plan was to unveil the plaque on 30 January 2019, the actual 50<sup>th</sup>
anniversary but the listed status of the building meant that approval needed to
be obtained from Westminster Council which delayed the unveiling until April. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">[4] I asked Tony Bramwell if he remembered if one of the Apple secretaries was called Becky (Rebecca). He didn't. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5] </span></span></span></span>https://iconic.collectionzz.com/blogs/news/the-jimi-hendrix-experience-bag-o-nails-1967<br /></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">[6] A Bomb's? What am I talking about? I'm referencing a single released by the English mod revival / punk rock band The Jam in August 1978 (c/w a cover of the Kinks' 'David Watts').</span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">[7 ] 2i's info from The Museum Of Soho's Blog.: Fond Memories of Soho then & now 1957-2012 Pt2 (<a href="http://mosoho.blogspot.com">mosoho.blogspot.com</a>)</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">[8] </span><a href="https://squaremile.com/style/douglas-millings-dashing-tweeds/" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">The tailor to the Beetles: Douglas Millings | Square Mile</span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>[9] <span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><a href="http://www.nickelinthemachine.com/2009/06/the-flamingo-club-in-wardour-street-and-the-fight-between-johnny-edgecombe-and-lucky-gordon/">http://www.nickelinthemachine.com/2009/06/the-flamingo-club-in-wardour-street-and-the-fight-between-johnny-edgecombe-and-lucky-gordon/</a></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">[10] <span style="font-family: Quicksand;">John's quotes from his 1970 Rolling Stone interview. George and Ringo quotes from the Beatles' Anthology Book. Kenwood's always excellent blog: <a href="http://kenwoodlennon.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-leicester-place-ad-lib-lift-thereof.html">http://kenwoodlennon.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-leicester-place-ad-lib-lift-thereof.html</a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">[11 ] <a href="https://flashbak.com/when-londons-hippodrome-became-the-talk-of-the-town-21635/" style="text-align: left;">Sixty Years Ago the London Hippodrome Became the Talk of the Town - Flashbak</a></span></div>
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</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-39482995409500449932022-10-30T19:48:00.009+00:002022-12-28T17:33:20.555+00:00Walking The Beatles' London - October 2022 (part three)<div class="separator"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span>A recap: On
Saturday 8 October 2022, I travelled down to ‘That London’ </span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span></span><span>
with my fellow Beatles historian Steve Bradley </span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span></span><span> to
attend <i>Evolver 62</i>, Mark Lewisohn’s one-man show at the Bloomsbury Theatre.</span></span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>The show didn’t
start until 7.30pm so we agreed in advance that it would be too late to travel
home afterwards and decided to make a weekend of it. Armed with The Beatles London [<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>,
the indispensable guide to the 467 Beatles’ sites in the capital, Steve drew up
an itinerary and we decided to try and visit as many as we could.</span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>Of course, we
didn't get anywhere near the magic 467, but we managed to see quite a lot of
them.</span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">And so, without
further ado, here's part three:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;">Howland Street
(at Clevland Street) W1</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQroslq_DYMcKaEVkRXcGR6rja4KDts6JZILva2-8x7PeqkYp_UGzeuz6cJxZbaptZX0dfo3AxUyMUoqrk7gABy77wGB0AGE1TqGOS6okXphbeKMwu7acpdq12Cfih-BrZfjdcWRfSmB4257TmFNvNUz5Miyuqz36E38Ak_3Bf1WaDij6e2l-mZPXwgw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQroslq_DYMcKaEVkRXcGR6rja4KDts6JZILva2-8x7PeqkYp_UGzeuz6cJxZbaptZX0dfo3AxUyMUoqrk7gABy77wGB0AGE1TqGOS6okXphbeKMwu7acpdq12Cfih-BrZfjdcWRfSmB4257TmFNvNUz5Miyuqz36E38Ak_3Bf1WaDij6e2l-mZPXwgw=w427-h640" width="427" /></span></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The <b>BT
Communication Tower</b> is a grade II listed communications tower located in
Fitzrovia, London, owned by BT Group. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>Originally named the Museum Radio Tower
(after the adjacent Museum telephone exchange), it became better known by its
unofficial name, the Post Office Tower. It was later officially re-named the
Telecom Tower. The main structure is 176.8 metres (581 ft) high, with a further
section of aerial rigging bringing the total height to 189 metres (620 ft). It
was completed in 1964 and remained the tallest structure in London until 1980,
when it in turn was overtaken by the NatWest Tower.</span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The 34th floor
<b>Top of the Tower</b> restaurant was a popular location for parties and press
events. As with St John’s Beacon in Liverpool, the floor slowly revolved,
giving diners a bird’s eye, 360 degrees view of the city.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDH-WV7TyBJcxkLXjQ1rMO_pmSgIg81cGN6YQkZWqnfP4qChGg32Dy5nL5Le2hKCJQTrd9Lo-IbNI8u6uL41vnJJ7wZJfoprIYC-AN5V8Pvb02Cr3Ug3RMA-K8ryaTiI5mDGTLxm0KO7OvwHtotNjhUXXS-88GoYZQgnULj9xlCccB93_9bS9G_t1ENw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="800" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDH-WV7TyBJcxkLXjQ1rMO_pmSgIg81cGN6YQkZWqnfP4qChGg32Dy5nL5Le2hKCJQTrd9Lo-IbNI8u6uL41vnJJ7wZJfoprIYC-AN5V8Pvb02Cr3Ug3RMA-K8ryaTiI5mDGTLxm0KO7OvwHtotNjhUXXS-88GoYZQgnULj9xlCccB93_9bS9G_t1ENw=w674-h530" width="674" /></a></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaom-qgvogOTTZZBd4ljCi8fcv_yCJLqZWZ6wUrfNIwpYX2iusykNpqPup8jd5L0DR1bC2KdfwykeGSJKiVZgo6wNkGX8r7x-WJHZg6q5euQ9_Kb1yvff-0oIDmU8vP0rFv3GS7Un8Z-iJeYUWgJnpiiwCPDRWTlS6rzdflvuyhHO_0hf07MSsG6HHkw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="615" height="588" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaom-qgvogOTTZZBd4ljCi8fcv_yCJLqZWZ6wUrfNIwpYX2iusykNpqPup8jd5L0DR1bC2KdfwykeGSJKiVZgo6wNkGX8r7x-WJHZg6q5euQ9_Kb1yvff-0oIDmU8vP0rFv3GS7Un8Z-iJeYUWgJnpiiwCPDRWTlS6rzdflvuyhHO_0hf07MSsG6HHkw=w675-h588" width="675" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Paul and Ringo
attended the Melody Maker pop awards held here on 13 September 1966 and were
photographed with Tom Jones and Dusty Springfield.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>On Thursday 13 February 1969, a party arranged by Apple Records was held here to celebrate the launch of Mary Hopkin’s debut album ‘Postcard’.</span> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="391" data-original-width="500" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimFNEfhg1IwdIacFHC_oB7riWnvmu48BQi7mRQDKBQjC7xC-HKPGL8pJ7BNjCU9AD-Fq73NBxwvqjjnFEYM-Slu8LqzW_nqo2Y4FRriWTyZxZjaVR3C6Wy9d2SMePYaYcjwbquvf7WfWilThm3cvGlgLGIHf2oTZ8y3sGzNurRm52uYZ2S0Ph3PWpGtQ=w676-h530" width="676" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="550" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCgAyv-D46Orhh-oMFHYAQZ-dQJgFEeEjMjIxymYlf9r6IEJXTQoGhqSgAxG3alpDAsd7jnSwbXe_ncnvZHONVcjCDx1K38a6mWXurmuWNremrVKgbINJOBrj1IFrNb5y4AQTdas2eIXzefUTsn3mBpQK19Z4RlhV9u6NyjJRDE5LrlfYGLfqEqjA64g=w673-h450" width="673" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Guests included Paul McCartney, his new girlfriend Linda Eastman, Donovan, Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, Eric Clapton and a number of other music stars, as well as members of Hopkin’s family and her future husband Tony Visconti.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkPpXh_r3vCKt2zOgmv2gmrpoLA3eB0yGOTHZ82ehZVgGdQI3ywyDySvggcwvoMz2wt61C8X3NqC9AYChwWlt0Q1uKy4wEHCTtSiz_onAi6jPfC--EmoKntiQqi5kEPt4IfEd4_rAxUSf4Q2yT-2KIRUebFkIPh4Et_LBMVbR99sZNpyL8syHlagAa7g" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="858" data-original-width="1311" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkPpXh_r3vCKt2zOgmv2gmrpoLA3eB0yGOTHZ82ehZVgGdQI3ywyDySvggcwvoMz2wt61C8X3NqC9AYChwWlt0Q1uKy4wEHCTtSiz_onAi6jPfC--EmoKntiQqi5kEPt4IfEd4_rAxUSf4Q2yT-2KIRUebFkIPh4Et_LBMVbR99sZNpyL8syHlagAa7g=w675-h440" width="675" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="602" height="699" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6mOnmLfKAP54XvMY8xya-l-R7ZbTKyhQabIyb2YR-JTS0zm0oeJQaRoTWw-4k0khtBfJuvZSyuaBC3Rt4O02ilBCWSYO1YIrfrzRBTez3sZfVQJ0bHPzdyEgre57nIabNFmS3HnlemQRZkDnOwtmexlRA4q6Yrv76TvIg2WCAEYFw2yCkYhLVwy1sQ/w672-h699/hendrix.jpg" width="672" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Hopkin would
later tell the </span><i style="text-align: justify;">Daily Telegraph</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> that in the throng of people they lost her 80-year-old
grandmother, Blodwyn. </span><i style="text-align: justify;">When the crowd parted, we saw her in the corner
talking to Jimi Hendrix. Afterwards she said she had been talking to ‘a nice
little boy’ who had been asking about milking the cows and feeding the
chickens. I think he was fascinated by this funny little Welsh lady.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkZ7Fat3crQvNKLXvHPoUL9uwohCvgVTclnD06cIFDGh5tcR4BioU_ioBoP6xRbq6tfzXPxa14QYPspJgSOf0sVK53bFgVO18dspyJpJsMeUsPDrZJEL6LDihCIknCUWhVFmH_Magt2muVELX_6iS6udOdqjJ-9TxkVFdTuUum3wpWxd5B_jXHyAkPKQ" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1314" data-original-width="1167" height="753" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkZ7Fat3crQvNKLXvHPoUL9uwohCvgVTclnD06cIFDGh5tcR4BioU_ioBoP6xRbq6tfzXPxa14QYPspJgSOf0sVK53bFgVO18dspyJpJsMeUsPDrZJEL6LDihCIknCUWhVFmH_Magt2muVELX_6iS6udOdqjJ-9TxkVFdTuUum3wpWxd5B_jXHyAkPKQ=w668-h753" width="668" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Paul had first
visited the tower restaurant shortly after it opened. He was still living at
the Asher’s house in Wimpole Street (see previous blog) and Dr Asher decided he
wanted the full guided tour and arranged for the entire family to go, including
Paul. Shortly before the ‘Postcard’ launch, Paul and <b>Tony Bramwell </b>(above)<b> </b>paid the restaurant
a visit to ‘scout the location’. </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">As Tony
recalls in his book, </span><i style="text-align: justify;">we had a smashing time, and suitably oiled, Paul and I
decided to have a race down the stairs to the door. It was a very stupid idea,
especially after a big lunch. There are some photos somewhere of us lying at
the bottom gasping for breath and probably trying to light a cigarette </i><span style="text-align: justify;">[</span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span><span style="text-align: justify;">.<span><!--more--></span></span></span></div>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #666666;">363-367 Oxford
Street, W1</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSqat6jiDD5_mA2ja6_GI5H3ME0OY8Sr1-AuFJaJh8LzoZ_mz60brOV0IW1DCbWVBtLYIRtfobL0af9wVtnryw3nX2Efc13EjTg0iH-kqSAN90p9r8hkvazVVla34Vt9ETthc-FMjt3MlcGnWrQHyW0W-HgP1kaGpIUdq8V2LbXO2SAop8P6P57UbN1A" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSqat6jiDD5_mA2ja6_GI5H3ME0OY8Sr1-AuFJaJh8LzoZ_mz60brOV0IW1DCbWVBtLYIRtfobL0af9wVtnryw3nX2Efc13EjTg0iH-kqSAN90p9r8hkvazVVla34Vt9ETthc-FMjt3MlcGnWrQHyW0W-HgP1kaGpIUdq8V2LbXO2SAop8P6P57UbN1A=w668-h1001" width="668" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEis4MMP_MbjlN4MudPa4YeY1GTp5J6Rws-gjIDCBthgA6YmfqRS_7bfCgB8tqzvc99DDDgqOys47qkjhniUAwhwjyrNewnYomgQGDZ6l5yCnaMB378VGCBONpXXkMhFsQn-fcuJPSn52m3o1bFctIMt-5c_OB2xbJ4fmDsEv6rmUYriNs0YSs9SBzHiUw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="300" height="881" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEis4MMP_MbjlN4MudPa4YeY1GTp5J6Rws-gjIDCBthgA6YmfqRS_7bfCgB8tqzvc99DDDgqOys47qkjhniUAwhwjyrNewnYomgQGDZ6l5yCnaMB378VGCBONpXXkMhFsQn-fcuJPSn52m3o1bFctIMt-5c_OB2xbJ4fmDsEv6rmUYriNs0YSs9SBzHiUw=w665-h881" width="665" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Another
important building in the Beatles’ story, this was, for many decades the site
of HMV, the EMI-owned, self-proclaimed world’s largest record store. This first
shop was opened in July 1921 by the British composer Sir Edward Elgar.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgU5LmcQMyiVC1W25IZ_HPLctgAUjkapOvZXi_yqBlpxiaJP6Vr-aMEwd2rPz42rPFEGnZYLdoppKsBXJudh25dXnser_w8oyFHm1LK63EiyaJYE0REG7p1tsqy-SE2OZXs2-UPb6dEWP2cf-uMWRdXVas3rkFT-lTnCW6QGK_tZ_mK6e8tcIlOO7rx6Q" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="372" data-original-width="620" height="405" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgU5LmcQMyiVC1W25IZ_HPLctgAUjkapOvZXi_yqBlpxiaJP6Vr-aMEwd2rPz42rPFEGnZYLdoppKsBXJudh25dXnser_w8oyFHm1LK63EiyaJYE0REG7p1tsqy-SE2OZXs2-UPb6dEWP2cf-uMWRdXVas3rkFT-lTnCW6QGK_tZ_mK6e8tcIlOO7rx6Q=w674-h405" width="674" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgk3e3W2n-PI7cZvjmR5zBhzgIdtIjXqGfMp0dLR912dNGGRPqAgqFCpEFYX20XlJKtRge_XZ-CSCFb6GWwuLpe4tbAHgs0HuCBQYJIeDeUf0fIK0j03eSoy-7tfkdq_6jcPREDAI7d3XNyYdtxDRDntmQHDTYlpKA87XUzw72QYO5SDohpdvuxAbSPag" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1012" height="682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgk3e3W2n-PI7cZvjmR5zBhzgIdtIjXqGfMp0dLR912dNGGRPqAgqFCpEFYX20XlJKtRge_XZ-CSCFb6GWwuLpe4tbAHgs0HuCBQYJIeDeUf0fIK0j03eSoy-7tfkdq_6jcPREDAI7d3XNyYdtxDRDntmQHDTYlpKA87XUzw72QYO5SDohpdvuxAbSPag=w673-h682" width="673" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">On 6 February
1962, Brian Epstein travelled down to London carrying with him a reel-to-reel
tape copy of the Beatles’ Decca audition. He spent the next few days making his
way through every record industry contact he had in his address book,
desperately hoping that one of them would listen to the tape and give the
Beatles a deal. On 7 or 8 February, he visited HMV and met with the store
manager, Robert Boast.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">While Boast didn’t
have the power to give Epstein a contract, he could give him friendly advice,
suggesting Brian have acetate discs cut from the reel-to-reel tape, as not
everyone had a tape deck in their office. He directed him upstairs to the first
floor of the shop where they had a small studio that could cut 78 rpm discs. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">So
began an important chain of events. Jim Foy, the disc cutter, made positive
comments about the tape and Brian proudly told him that three of the songs were
composed by the group. Foy asked if they had a publisher. Epstein said no, and
Foy suggested he meet with Sid Coleman, general manager of Ardmore and
Beechwood, an EMI music publishing company who had an office on the top floor
of the shop. Coleman was summoned, listened to the tape, liked it, and
suggested Brian accompany him upstairs. While Coleman wanted the publishing on
the three Lennon-McCartney songs, Epstein wanted a record deal and Coleman said
he’d see what he could do. Through the efforts of Coleman, and his music-plugger
Kim Bennet, the songs came to the attention of EMI record producer George
Martin… and for the full details you need to read Mark Lewisohn’s <i><a href="https://www.marklewisohn.net/tune-in/" target="_blank">Tune In</a></i>. </span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span></span></span></span></div></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="406" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZGSXcypi0Dc" width="488" youtube-src-id="ZGSXcypi0Dc"></iframe></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"> </span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>The shop moved across
Oxford Street in April 2000 and remained there for the next 13 years. On Friday
18 October 2013, Paul McCartney attended what HMV termed their ‘homecoming
event’, which completed the move of their flagship London store back to its original
location at 363 Oxford Street. McCartney spent an hour in the store signing autographs
for emotional fans who had queued since the early hours, and reportedly scores who simply walked in off the street by-passing those who had been waiting (no wonder they were emotional). Allegedly the security guards were taking back-handers - the more you gave them the quicker you got to the front of the queue... </span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Sadly by 2019 the
music industry which the Beatles had revolutionised was in trouble. As a result
of the decline in sales of physical music, HMV was facing collapse. They were
rescued by a Canadian music entrepreneur but at a cost. 27 stores in prime
locations were closed including the flagship store on Oxford Street.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2244" data-original-width="3361" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9jaMBQVYyHsNVe7u_xHEm1E9zvce6RVF4O9wkt5gwPFlZDaFWn435_ZChQmuTlwwfWNT7GM_p9o6Wl5G9irtgOmfwj9GZpImqwLuYxOgbFijEpeEB2h-4XjgxFUPbGqE2r4esU8BEUHwVR1R69WIA_DTKjfdZUE4iV52zQY6O7MgbsjYGO168hVN3yw=w671-h448" width="671" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">On 26 April 2000
Sir George Martin unveiled a plaque celebrating ‘the world’s most famous music
store’ which helped shape the way people bought music for nearly a century.
It’s now
an American sweet shop.</span></div></span><p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;">52 Maddox
Street, W1</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2294" data-original-width="3439" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFPPGNk_9ssQXUNhqqWq-e1s6Zj3cpceEyHy316om556bNSnxbyo_Da33LyFvjY8KJr646lkGEGdgZHHFckXwUrdukgawl1VJi0UvfuwrMyh3D2k3uLUHewPuViIbCzzMf67TVr_oT0aptkPODnzOtSDOroBCDov1DjVN2PC8GWdj-52hxIlKGOUhG2g=w674-h448" style="text-align: center;" width="674" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">You would never
guess that this was formerly</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> <b>Chappell Recording Studios</b>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="text-align: justify;">Managed by John Timperley, who also acted
as engineer, the studio opened in 1967 and was closed in 1979.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">The instrumental
‘Catswalk’ was one of Paul McCartney’s earliest compositions. Although a
Beatles’ demo exists from December,1962 they never recorded it for record
release. Five years later Paul offered the tune to band leader Chris Barber,
who played trombone with his trad jazz group, The Chris Barber Band. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">After ditching an earlier version, recorded at London’s Marquee Club in July
1967, the track was re-recorded at a session held here on 20 July 1967. </span></span></div><p></p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGcmmYdZNOUcIgafTgrGCJJKg5k1ifCa5zoWGdUnHXrOH1ByzBhG3yvzF-ls2cg8v4y8B9zGbIgVwHm8nv-FjsIjoXqqjqW_K_e1Rl0Cy2lBxz2FtEnKp0FLvyCws-YgB8Wmczit1yKlQRA5EeOLOJs1Z3UmlOEgowf89unu4s-woxGuBhV3itaZt20A" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="886" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGcmmYdZNOUcIgafTgrGCJJKg5k1ifCa5zoWGdUnHXrOH1ByzBhG3yvzF-ls2cg8v4y8B9zGbIgVwHm8nv-FjsIjoXqqjqW_K_e1Rl0Cy2lBxz2FtEnKp0FLvyCws-YgB8Wmczit1yKlQRA5EeOLOJs1Z3UmlOEgowf89unu4s-woxGuBhV3itaZt20A=w675-h451" width="675" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Retitled
‘Catcall’, the tune was given an over-the-top arrangement compl</span><span style="text-align: justify;">ete with a
chorus of catcalls: McCartney and Jane Asher were among the people taking part
in what was evidently a riotous session. Despite this it failed to chart when
it was released three months later.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></div></div></span>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">With EMI studios
booked up, the Beatles spent 22-23 August 1967 at Chappell, recording ‘Your
Mother Should Know’. Brian Epstein popped into the studio on the second night
of recording, sitting quietly at the back. Four days later he was dead. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjl_vgq8x2Gm601rJKGsv_IS7PJ2GC78hiN4hjCC7K7j6PpXzZqcHSpENnHiX4VTWu7PVgdDsPEfXVp3Yd-2BjFq7yESDgTExT5eamVHjfpwoDEMTkwjQV5VY9squPvFTFB4-YBVp5Gg3n2kxq5OgyEbAzHXB0y49Lhe9PdhxdLjkopDZpII7pWs_cZvA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjl_vgq8x2Gm601rJKGsv_IS7PJ2GC78hiN4hjCC7K7j6PpXzZqcHSpENnHiX4VTWu7PVgdDsPEfXVp3Yd-2BjFq7yESDgTExT5eamVHjfpwoDEMTkwjQV5VY9squPvFTFB4-YBVp5Gg3n2kxq5OgyEbAzHXB0y49Lhe9PdhxdLjkopDZpII7pWs_cZvA=w674-h379" width="674" /></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Paul was back
again on Tuesday 21 November 1967, to assist Cilla Black in the recording of
another of his give-away compositions, ‘Step Inside Love’, written especially
for her television show. A 25-minute tape of Paul and Cilla rehearsing the song,
overseen by producer George Martin circulates as does film of the session, a
few seconds of which appeared in the promotional film for the Beatles’ own ‘Lady
Madonna’ (Paul getting up from the piano, grabbing his guitar and coat and
walking out of the studio).</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 18 September
1967 the then unknown music hall-comedy-psychedelic Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah band were
filmed performing on stage at the Paul Raymond Revue bar in Soho for the striptease
sequence of the Beatles’ ‘Magical Mystery Tour’ film. We'll see the Revue bar in the next part of this blog.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">10 months later
they recorded their UK top 4 hit ‘I’m The Urban Spaceman’ at Chappell studios.
The song was co-produced by Gus Dudgeon and one 'Apollo C Vermouth', better known
as Paul McCartney. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--> <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;"><b>Aeolian Hall,</b> </span></span><b><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;">135 New Bond
Street, W1</span></span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTRPtYS_H1ifT5U2LzfXL7odEOZ-6YhLHlZft2S3gNUSjpcEgBqMp9rqLvpLEg6sdx2y0cIT5Qoc4Z68faamwCBQrlw7K9Tp4V5TOi-FFxtcf6945V0zXMk_Yg8oueiFzsmJS0bQH1271M1bbWTFZ7mHeuZbMOgu6FyaBauUzJb8UbLtXayxvqe8PMNA" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3406" data-original-width="2268" height="1008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTRPtYS_H1ifT5U2LzfXL7odEOZ-6YhLHlZft2S3gNUSjpcEgBqMp9rqLvpLEg6sdx2y0cIT5Qoc4Z68faamwCBQrlw7K9Tp4V5TOi-FFxtcf6945V0zXMk_Yg8oueiFzsmJS0bQH1271M1bbWTFZ7mHeuZbMOgu6FyaBauUzJb8UbLtXayxvqe8PMNA=w672-h1008" width="672" /></a></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This fine
building began life in 1876 as the Grosvenor Gallery, built by Coutts Lindsay who
was an accomplished amateur artist. In 1883, he decided to light his gallery
with electricity. An outhouse became a substation, and equipment was installed
in the basement, which upset some of his neighbours, and caused others to buy
electricity from him. Thus began the system of electrical distribution in use
today. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">By 1903 the whole building was taken
over by the Orchestrelle Company of New York (the Aeolian Company). As
manufacturers of musical instruments, and especially the mechanical
piano-player known as the pianola, they converted the space into offices, a
showroom, and a concert hall.</span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGpJBZ_vYQfHc23krGZN27peh_aGmP2ncgby04_rHyo5HvUxGSmnU4UUGig0P0h6fuHEe-XyWyYaJTl8cSxOzcOkN4ff-xmic0fgjnI1vCicejgH6ERWpBHj9ZJpIpVMXRMC4t-JQqDLNKVe2ttaam2m_psv3fMwnwGik7XkBf7RWwDceLR0NzqhVwzQ" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1562" height="465" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGpJBZ_vYQfHc23krGZN27peh_aGmP2ncgby04_rHyo5HvUxGSmnU4UUGig0P0h6fuHEe-XyWyYaJTl8cSxOzcOkN4ff-xmic0fgjnI1vCicejgH6ERWpBHj9ZJpIpVMXRMC4t-JQqDLNKVe2ttaam2m_psv3fMwnwGik7XkBf7RWwDceLR0NzqhVwzQ=w674-h465" width="674" /></a></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>George and John, 24 May 1963, outside 135 New Bond Street.</b></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">After the
destruction of their St George's Hall studios in March 1943, the BBC took it
over the building for the recording and broadcast of concerts and recitals. The studios were
on the first and second floors at the rear. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Beatles recorded seven music
sessions here for the BEEB, between 24 May 1963 (the first episode of their <i>Pop
Go The Beatles</i> series) and 25 November 1964 (their final appearance on <i>Saturday
Club</i>), with several tracks later being released on the 'Live At The BBC' and 'On Air – Live At The BBC Vol. 2' compilation albums. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span></span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;">35 New Bond
Street, W1</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_4w57U_IIlr4Mt1mqkru3OXfLRo3KfWAFMP7ggZ2P8mczVUl-9LeqP29i31DBiLDIs79Wn597voyLXBD42PPhfbsPeL5sWx7FEB1jdVeoAXF_3oVUaYUYUjYtxu7N-3z6Dr1TCvghh5v72c6mI5x5m-E6v9kT7mcqeCq68-uB2lmfPObFmXYuhAqXCQ" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_4w57U_IIlr4Mt1mqkru3OXfLRo3KfWAFMP7ggZ2P8mczVUl-9LeqP29i31DBiLDIs79Wn597voyLXBD42PPhfbsPeL5sWx7FEB1jdVeoAXF_3oVUaYUYUjYtxu7N-3z6Dr1TCvghh5v72c6mI5x5m-E6v9kT7mcqeCq68-uB2lmfPObFmXYuhAqXCQ=w671-h449" width="671" /></a></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Just over the
road from the Aeolian Hall is <b>Sotheby’s</b>, founded in London in 1744, and
now one of the world's largest brokers of fine and decorative art, jewellery,
and collectibles, including, inevitably, a great many Beatles related items. </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Between 3 February and 2 May 1969, Ringo filmed his scenes for the ‘The Magic
Christian’ movie, co-starring Peter Sellers including sequences shot on the
staircase and in the main viewing room inside Sotheby’s, and on New Bond Street
outside the building. </span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9RdbPgqgbYFy-U9gDv84OKvR7dIX6zq_0mLuMf3UPe7Aa9nkE9yK4PMvX7Dt2u3sLRjx53Ja-z1LXDCvEw-g9YfbE3P8aibBPh3OEcMOr0eAjC38_UMzSb4T26Gu9C8WBJqAc-Oz6-J33c0Ai9UhqfAj_tEHfZJX1t2pTXTcf5s3mdu0c-i2L_vre-g" style="clear: left; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="630" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9RdbPgqgbYFy-U9gDv84OKvR7dIX6zq_0mLuMf3UPe7Aa9nkE9yK4PMvX7Dt2u3sLRjx53Ja-z1LXDCvEw-g9YfbE3P8aibBPh3OEcMOr0eAjC38_UMzSb4T26Gu9C8WBJqAc-Oz6-J33c0Ai9UhqfAj_tEHfZJX1t2pTXTcf5s3mdu0c-i2L_vre-g=w674-h355" width="674" /></a></span></p><span><!--more--></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">165-169 New Bond
Street, W1</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="640" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCwE7RHMo-Ypcs-6XTKuw09YFYZn9Hw74csdd0GsLeYmPFCG3LG1rWYAUuJuDSl0mcmNaijHfckUkqeuHP0dsyAdOWZvLyC3Qi6Wg2TbJHDqYq0zMXZwP_-MQXwZkZgFwLmte_zv1n0gBsM9nqbSr5wCXpO3surSs-fJZ_ZFeXP9VVEHc1fr-wLVMsJw=w677-h454" width="677" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Before the 2021
relocation to their current address in Bruton Street <span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> this
was the premises of <b>Asprey</b> Jewellers.
The most exclusive and expensive goldsmiths in London, Asprey has
supplied crowns, coronets, and sceptres for royal families around the world
and, as of 2013, holds a Royal Warrant from the Prince of Wales. Asprey’s
designed the Heart of the Ocean necklace that featured prominently in the 1997
James Cameron blockbuster ‘Titanic’.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkcXJctltLacGxMNgD7JONYe-Ry8hFv-F3yE9aovi6d1jBZflNYZJZRcMx9-xAdTasxwOrJsPUnt4Y2yV5B3RLLKCV5iFNziENoTYfA1Bf5DugERT7PXeDqrgQuC6p9dGUBnNMDMU3lJ-TIDLOV7mYtTckAfYgAQBNM4jVzJYRyahVYKAUv_3XVAYdeA=w675-h504" width="675" /></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">In the film 'Help!' the Beatles visit Asprey’s where a jeweller attempts to remove Ringo’s
sacrificial ring. While John and Paul look on, he tries to cut off the ring
with a blade, which just snaps in half. </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Ringo utters one of my favourite lines in the
film – <i>‘there’s a certain amount of hurry up involved here. My life is in
danger’ </i>– which prompts the jeweller to produce ‘the wheel’ - <i>‘even the Royal
House of Hanover had the wheel, sir’</i> - which breaks almost immediately. All the
jeweler's attempts to remove the ring are futile, prompting another favourite line, John declaring, '<i>Jeweller, you've failed!'</i></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; mso-spacerun: yes;"><img alt="" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="501" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVjphKAWpqlxeQ0B7O9bHUnomHJWu5GozCVoSdcolLrngmoSyWq_Pmi53clR8o50quR7Y2mSCUByLYBh1cYiFvL_ZxSkF4xSeTUXktzjlaFrybyuHgxgmzAJlNAJ4FnOD7SFqT6_uhksCZoDLPx5YEHlKA3wV1FHaRWxlT2wVg05NQF1mzFa0opcMuEQ=w669-h501" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: center;" width="669" /></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">While all this
is going on, keep your eye on George in the background. He’s busily inspecting
the display cases and while everyone is focusing on Ringo's predicament, he takes a few
items and hides them in his jacket. He’s not the only one. When Paul checks the
time on his watch, notice there are several new rings on his right hand.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvtVJnIrzsW8M8h8CCEdhRMRd3UXXxPwRt1zWgU_9aC9cAVw9Ccb0mll13fvWOomR_SP1JShhZ3l3J87eWNFrEvlpdHcSi40fTVJcWPelO5-U4TlLAsgrFkyLRlcrJTQCgjf4ZJaePF2MB_S3HkHGc8e0kQDVcVvltGjXFC9q_yqIvtfx_bYqC5Hl-9Q" style="clear: left; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="505" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvtVJnIrzsW8M8h8CCEdhRMRd3UXXxPwRt1zWgU_9aC9cAVw9Ccb0mll13fvWOomR_SP1JShhZ3l3J87eWNFrEvlpdHcSi40fTVJcWPelO5-U4TlLAsgrFkyLRlcrJTQCgjf4ZJaePF2MB_S3HkHGc8e0kQDVcVvltGjXFC9q_yqIvtfx_bYqC5Hl-9Q=w673-h505" width="673" /></a></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">In reality, Asprey’s
was probably thrilled to have the Beatles on their premises. John reportedly spent £600 while filming the
scene.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">That’s £13,730.41 today!</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVQu-WOpCKtmTtKyQGDKcspwTcBBUwL_B3Hh5z1V30S2UmkUj9s-lygQ1ifH8XCk9IiAKul6t8N7pDWZOqegeleq83wc34n58VNvvfnlri_oxhsOjFZvI0nWDRjAcl5CSttc3HI4rHHJsmkpVhkfxNyQ9-1Lug29alIPFQ3Nwwc2sGtjgblU6frnKSuw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVQu-WOpCKtmTtKyQGDKcspwTcBBUwL_B3Hh5z1V30S2UmkUj9s-lygQ1ifH8XCk9IiAKul6t8N7pDWZOqegeleq83wc34n58VNvvfnlri_oxhsOjFZvI0nWDRjAcl5CSttc3HI4rHHJsmkpVhkfxNyQ9-1Lug29alIPFQ3Nwwc2sGtjgblU6frnKSuw=w671-h502" width="671" /></a></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8qcBJ6yRjFDYGGLpYm30OvhJSTK-k6u4p8ue839wyj2OOY6KHZy8nl6Onj_R6ni7B0fC1IUadUCpgvoN-WSdV4GUjPj_Z-XVhv3D0Qj-7RYvb-5QB3NwF8TLK8FP2Nev3P1D8eyLeD1xE5VoKC5FThOXrRLSsWDMVTMj-S65q-GBFd8s0ztQK7tz-Gg=w673-h450" style="text-align: center;" width="673" /></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--[endif]-->
</span><div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="color: white; line-height: 107%;"><b style="background-color: #999999;">Notes:</b></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> As
we Northerners habitually refer to the Capital. It's a phrase from a 1990s
comedy sketch show by Harry Enfield. One group of characters were called “The
Scousers" and were a mashup of Liverpool stereotypes, and while their main
catchphrase was “ay, ay, calm down" (sigh) there was a one-off sketch where
they took a trip to London and constantly used the phrase “going down to that London".
For some reason the phrase stuck.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn2" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Steve’s
website: <a href="https://arrivewithouttravelling.com/" target="_blank">Link</a></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn3" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> By
Mark Lewisohn, Piet Schreuders and Adam Smith (2008 edition) <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Beatles-London-Guide-Sites-Around/dp/1566567475/ref=asc_df_1566567475?tag=bingshoppinga-21&linkCode=df0&hvadid=80814161489221&hvnetw=o&hvqmt=e&hvbmt=be&hvdev=c&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=&hvtargid=pla-4584413736678110&psc=1" target="_blank">Link</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn4" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>
Magical Mystery Tours, by Tony Bramwell. <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Magical-Mystery-Tours-Life-Beatles/dp/031233043X/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1IYI0LH8U825R&keywords=magical+mystery+tours+tony+bramwell&qid=1667161227&qu=eyJxc2MiOiIwLjY4IiwicXNhIjoiMS4wMCIsInFzcCI6IjAuMDAifQ%3D%3D&s=books&sprefix=magical+mystery+tours+tony+bramwell%2Cstripbooks%2C90&sr=1-1" target="_blank">Link</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn5" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> In
short, they got a record deal and were signed to EMI’s Parlophone label.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn6" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>
Birthplace of Queen Elizabeth II (at No. 17)</span><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">All Beatles era photographs remain the copyright of their respective owners.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOa7EDbg5H6m12xqOrma0f4p1eb9Zfa1Uxxto3BAPDh6FGfDS-mGxneLrsO4almeoDZmtKWLx3q_DbyD7kZ7e1QsUxlMFNoHNuz4v18w7C7PZ7IYFV4HY8UvL9jGK-9vw7YifSG0fVKEZLpnxZzcjIEHwzPCWrJAzG6-E4BeNm5hW2SCki7hYVcu7pzA/s820/Fullscreen%20capture%2029052022%20124505.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="517" height="911" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOa7EDbg5H6m12xqOrma0f4p1eb9Zfa1Uxxto3BAPDh6FGfDS-mGxneLrsO4almeoDZmtKWLx3q_DbyD7kZ7e1QsUxlMFNoHNuz4v18w7C7PZ7IYFV4HY8UvL9jGK-9vw7YifSG0fVKEZLpnxZzcjIEHwzPCWrJAzG6-E4BeNm5hW2SCki7hYVcu7pzA/w575-h911/Fullscreen%20capture%2029052022%20124505.jpg" width="575" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></span></b></div>
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</div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-54614310180725147042022-10-19T06:43:00.003+01:002022-12-28T17:29:33.244+00:00 Walking The Beatles’ London - October 2022 (part two)<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A recap: On Saturday 8 October 2022, I
travelled down to ‘That London’ with my friend and fellow Beatles historian Steve Bradley <span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span></span> to attend Evolver 62, Mark
Lewisohn’s one-man show at the Bloomsbury Theatre. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The show didn’t start until 7.30pm so we
agreed in advance that it would be too late to travel home afterwards and
decided to make a weekend of it. Armed with <i>The Beatles London</i> <span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>, the indispensable guide
to the 467 Beatles’ sites in the capital, Steve drew up an itinerary and we
decided to try and visit as many as we could. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Of course, we didn't get anywhere near
the magic 467, but I discovered that if you are prepared to spend two days
walking 23 miles <span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>
around the streets of London, powered primarily by Guinness and wine gums, you
do manage to see quite a lot of them. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">And so, in the order we visited them,
here's day one, part two:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2634" data-original-width="3652" height="489" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkMpCMS4g8czMQ4CmRY58zcb5amrOL036z4FGDRulvnW9hKI2AfLkwedpFvsXp6H1wCU9q6fkkl-myub1LQ8QFgvZiTHFB-xd86VxnVCTdg-hL2J0C9myZxQecEXG73OAzImH6CxhLFmeU-qu8mP_ZCIREPLDSinpNMn2sL7pHVp6lAj_riXmdoV5FA/w677-h489/1-P1360408.JPG" width="677" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;">34 Montagu Square, W1</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Ringo Starr took out a lease on the
ground floor and basement maisonette flat in this Regency building in 1965. He only lived here for a short time after he married Maureen Cox but maintained the
lease even after they purchased ‘Sunny Heights’, their mansion house in
Weybridge.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzmloRK2C7CqRPJkVNEDWoavIfT2jPz34B5FCmNpi__dLYFN3rP_Wch1D-VyNraKWGimMy3_YSnKZmYjqr_BPwF8JY7xDBALio46HG9nH5PppG5UNNo154icGh03uQioAsoHDqi0YNOW-dsi-_USQu6v2FDY-EImL80e9zIU3Z7YnqUpbDQ_6KdL0YA/s476/montagu%20ringo.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="476" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzmloRK2C7CqRPJkVNEDWoavIfT2jPz34B5FCmNpi__dLYFN3rP_Wch1D-VyNraKWGimMy3_YSnKZmYjqr_BPwF8JY7xDBALio46HG9nH5PppG5UNNo154icGh03uQioAsoHDqi0YNOW-dsi-_USQu6v2FDY-EImL80e9zIU3Z7YnqUpbDQ_6KdL0YA/w332-h230/montagu%20ringo.jpg" width="332" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbeLG8Vt0OpZo7ufWgkTOaX-E2wLRaQ7HE5HXTeuUxWBAdk_QV5c-jVaHAb2DjtAnpxUuDQ9s7dM8k2dmrgBtgjT8U4c9Vlwx3X232GH3GB8pF8PxbzWMGN3DcSxqlByWe_fdsYvOEDwEwJwmmKK0AW4DHRXLocy7Ew1KVdM30-DI4t-VYKw1WvKY-A/s640/jimi-hendrix-at-34-montagu-square-5.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="640" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbeLG8Vt0OpZo7ufWgkTOaX-E2wLRaQ7HE5HXTeuUxWBAdk_QV5c-jVaHAb2DjtAnpxUuDQ9s7dM8k2dmrgBtgjT8U4c9Vlwx3X232GH3GB8pF8PxbzWMGN3DcSxqlByWe_fdsYvOEDwEwJwmmKK0AW4DHRXLocy7Ew1KVdM30-DI4t-VYKw1WvKY-A/w297-h285/jimi-hendrix-at-34-montagu-square-5.jpg" width="297" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgu0Lcbpx-NG4_yn-t1DiNqr5GVnA6vuNtn-vERIxRNFyx-Tk6zWgJQIbI0sDVIKR2C-Fg6-wVfnp3gIJqFlJ8Sa9y14LzdycLlVwTcJtemQCFwwq32owuyXee925m2HkDtQyIl9G_3Iqyl04x6e20Cozt8P4aLzEG77stdCbvNlup9uqgMQoVKhrCOw/s590/Montagu%20Square.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="500" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgu0Lcbpx-NG4_yn-t1DiNqr5GVnA6vuNtn-vERIxRNFyx-Tk6zWgJQIbI0sDVIKR2C-Fg6-wVfnp3gIJqFlJ8Sa9y14LzdycLlVwTcJtemQCFwwq32owuyXee925m2HkDtQyIl9G_3Iqyl04x6e20Cozt8P4aLzEG77stdCbvNlup9uqgMQoVKhrCOw/w283-h334/Montagu%20Square.jpg" width="283" /></a></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBP-UcJZNGucnlDaxZE2kwU4z_fQ-06-tdUr5wVogw7gBbgrwfbgomBtUYgFBhbMDDOhmz-PNcLmaaplwhADMDM2QTNDmG_FoUDLMchUJj0UPLWgwo8eCqB82v2MmIxjkb3rByfwo1d2ndj-bbw4bgXWTi4iu9GP1kxJCKh0VAuVbQPrG7_Ot0-Hvsw/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(66).JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBP-UcJZNGucnlDaxZE2kwU4z_fQ-06-tdUr5wVogw7gBbgrwfbgomBtUYgFBhbMDDOhmz-PNcLmaaplwhADMDM2QTNDmG_FoUDLMchUJj0UPLWgwo8eCqB82v2MmIxjkb3rByfwo1d2ndj-bbw4bgXWTi4iu9GP1kxJCKh0VAuVbQPrG7_Ot0-Hvsw/w341-h228/Day%201%20(A001)%20(66).JPG" width="341" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: right;"><b>Clockwise (from top right) </b>Jimi Hendrix in the flat; the flat today; Paul and Ringo, 26 October 1965 leaving 34 M<span>ontagu S</span></span><span style="text-align: right;">quare enroute to Buckingham Palace to receive their MBE awards from the Queen; Ringo and Maureen.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">In 1966, Paul McCartney leased the flat from
Ringo and used it as studio where he recorded demo versions of several songs,
notably <i>Eleanor Rigby.</i></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A year later, in 1967, Ringo sublet the
flat to Jimi Hendrix who shared it with his manager Chas Chandler, and Lilian Powell – John Lennon’s mother-in-law -though I’m guessing not at the
same time. <i> </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4lSD6kiuFGqApgKEDB_9MJ_-3hKY9sbXiKUHVINZ1Pr7mQuac_iIqihcPkcpEGANGM2BVdj_lmmnTAtQa_e_4eKBI-ZjiLZ7h0DSI82c2nRTw3N7_Ve9svH_M4DwXCNo3TsW-0qI9bPtjljxdXR89jLrK8-4oDUpYEkyDSLODYDNLaPdgPgL1K_iXQ/s850/montagu%20john.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="850" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4lSD6kiuFGqApgKEDB_9MJ_-3hKY9sbXiKUHVINZ1Pr7mQuac_iIqihcPkcpEGANGM2BVdj_lmmnTAtQa_e_4eKBI-ZjiLZ7h0DSI82c2nRTw3N7_Ve9svH_M4DwXCNo3TsW-0qI9bPtjljxdXR89jLrK8-4oDUpYEkyDSLODYDNLaPdgPgL1K_iXQ/w677-h449/montagu%20john.jpg" width="677" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">John ended his marriage with Cynthia in
1968. In July, he moved into the flat with Yoko Ono, and it was the two events
that occurred during this period that most fans associate with the property today.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On Saturday 3 August 1968, John and Yoko
took the famous nude photographs that are featured on the cover of their
experimental album <i>Unfinished Music No.1 - Two Virgins</i>. Reportedly John
had called Tony Bramwell in the afternoon and asked him to bring some milk.
When he arrived, John sheepishly asked him how to operate the timed shutter
release on his camera. When Bramwell departed, John and Yoko disrobed and,
well, you’ve seen the results. But if you haven’t, brace yourself: </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijHmM-WmLS1dMTCw4h-LbOSbtuufZvhKbWhLJMmc3-SQdqjTU5BXdAlnu93Dl8ikSRGl3tYjFp8HMFijuVcEuWYWCvSjv8x5wFPHsNJroFmdSVkurfvDqdUbWgTacVBZL60uAjHoydmS3PX8cAobpJWSAKSbPDZrmBI5Ymb_OSRIFJJBDJN41tDdXp7w" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="950" data-original-width="688" height="943" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijHmM-WmLS1dMTCw4h-LbOSbtuufZvhKbWhLJMmc3-SQdqjTU5BXdAlnu93Dl8ikSRGl3tYjFp8HMFijuVcEuWYWCvSjv8x5wFPHsNJroFmdSVkurfvDqdUbWgTacVBZL60uAjHoydmS3PX8cAobpJWSAKSbPDZrmBI5Ymb_OSRIFJJBDJN41tDdXp7w=w684-h943" width="684" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">‘<i>Oh, look, you’ve even got The Times in</i>’ <span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The following day, Tony was asked to
visit 34 Montagu Square again. This time, John asked him if he knew anywhere
that would develop photographs of a sensitive nature with discretion. Bramwell
said he knew a place in Soho that could be trusted, and John handed over the roll
of film.<a href="file:///C:/Users/ben/Documents/London%20Blog.docx#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span></span></a> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03ZPzgU4oVqtYYD0qHq9A0fBYLVm6Xq4ozsMmQ4KbmEg1Rr0Xnvd6mfsdUUwHXSVst7M7lgAzk5TgnsQzTG-tdqAa4LUVfKCbjHtv34ufy9k1gvDNGyplmtMG96qZohbJw4r00KR791_gYJSgIA2NVFJTAOQg_eFg-he6BXjIY8VuSFeJ5N6R0JF1QA/s1471/Montagu%20Square.jpg%20bust.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1471" data-original-width="980" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03ZPzgU4oVqtYYD0qHq9A0fBYLVm6Xq4ozsMmQ4KbmEg1Rr0Xnvd6mfsdUUwHXSVst7M7lgAzk5TgnsQzTG-tdqAa4LUVfKCbjHtv34ufy9k1gvDNGyplmtMG96qZohbJw4r00KR791_gYJSgIA2NVFJTAOQg_eFg-he6BXjIY8VuSFeJ5N6R0JF1QA/w280-h421/Montagu%20Square.jpg%20bust.jpg" width="280" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibIl4hG0gpMwUVU_-LH8ppf5v6cqsIyhOkpABQwjSRn1AkVgPOzMxVn7Gv9TJca6UJtQue_Lu_PsNw0TKLuWackE04EAGufFxa0O2nmB5VFbgTXRRRrGcNenefY5qIF3p5e2AJjK9xPvcv8KgORtejCnJtWksBy3pJfMCfciyOk4H5yIMn4ojDZSM5zA/s4000/1-P1360416.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibIl4hG0gpMwUVU_-LH8ppf5v6cqsIyhOkpABQwjSRn1AkVgPOzMxVn7Gv9TJca6UJtQue_Lu_PsNw0TKLuWackE04EAGufFxa0O2nmB5VFbgTXRRRrGcNenefY5qIF3p5e2AJjK9xPvcv8KgORtejCnJtWksBy3pJfMCfciyOk4H5yIMn4ojDZSM5zA/w281-h421/1-P1360416.JPG" width="281" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">At 11.55am on Friday 18 October 1968 the
police, led by Detective Sergeant Norman Pilcher arrived at the flat with a
search warrant. Pilcher had made a name for himself arresting Donovan, Brian
Jones, and most notoriously, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, working his way up
the pop music ladder until he reached the top rung – The Beatles. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The <i>Daily
Mirror</i>’s Don Short had given John notice that he was now on Pilcher’s radar
and so, in advance of the expected ‘bust’, he ensured that the flat was ‘clean’,
mindful of the previous tenant’s excesses, and I don’t mean Lilian Powell. Oddly, despite John’s efforts, Pilcher’s dogs
still managed to find cannabis resin in both a leather binocular case <i>and</i> a
suitcase (just in case). John and Yoko were promptly arrested, and newspaper photographers
snapped them being led out of the property (see above). </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In what appeared to be a plea
bargain for all the charges against Yoko to be dropped (because she was pregnant
and there was a chance she might be deported) John pleaded guilty to possession of
cannabis resin and was fined £150 plus 20 guineas court fees. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Because of the arrest, an injunction was
brought against Ringo by the landlords for permitting the immoral and improper
use of the flat, and he was forced to sell his lease.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIFgos-jzUX3CHhPquB02ezW_LpJPiET7tfcwDesUwInKGx9li8A--bSht2ceSt_jP8HJ6sD1usaEqp572qwxS91qLSOoSP_4Ro-100Zi446Zn6aV1Muh4g8lZbJ4PrXNkayLbontZan2XgUicST4TTLt4prmq82yFDqhd1IY_dze9TKvRLp4SGU3tGg/w679-h454/1-P1360409.JPG" width="679" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In 2010, an English Heritage blue plaque was placed on the building indicating its historical
interest. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjizTTzpuyTxSZDxZseWoYFinZVaheCy3-M4O5E1fEiaOTBQF4T66yD4RPX6pi5qo6WTVkHpD3u-0Cpio4Y2njcFtYr_L6GUoIbvppWIovHJja2ToFBlAsbBoKFxHr8RwVpyUXxsAhGqy5zFkPMSCZzjcAe-eIaDeq3NbmjrqThpTqlywG4XTEAjuWaew" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="901" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjizTTzpuyTxSZDxZseWoYFinZVaheCy3-M4O5E1fEiaOTBQF4T66yD4RPX6pi5qo6WTVkHpD3u-0Cpio4Y2njcFtYr_L6GUoIbvppWIovHJja2ToFBlAsbBoKFxHr8RwVpyUXxsAhGqy5zFkPMSCZzjcAe-eIaDeq3NbmjrqThpTqlywG4XTEAjuWaew=w676-h901" width="676" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This was definitely one of the highlights
of day one.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></b></p><!--more--><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">30 Montagu Square, W1</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKIVpLOQ7LuK9b9vBLd46oij0rsKZ-S4figz72pcqJcIRb26K0S5TO3b35zaEDFpBr0-klwrxOft3e4awVVjMIGge5IiOxDPRGfSoc1HqcFAzEk3mzAyzBLxLB9w2Ihs5x2A_ECmBfmNco60cK7Ae9bRPs7KUpap_KCPnKxtp_fZphV157527Wp068Fg=w214-h320" width="214" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh49B_3YSsZiUuYRYjehKSsMWNMQiWJSHoPZAaqj99A47gx2ObwIXI8dsLD-77M8teQYxnYCzt5MQYvMf29K4S-4sGEakZ10NdHyYVGdN1m7JCv1KZhu6U2p2cp7dqf5bA2a8EjANhBRtW_x__iUcT4xhzr7xl_n8V7NEkvgBHHF9skKQP2qYPfzX__og" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh49B_3YSsZiUuYRYjehKSsMWNMQiWJSHoPZAaqj99A47gx2ObwIXI8dsLD-77M8teQYxnYCzt5MQYvMf29K4S-4sGEakZ10NdHyYVGdN1m7JCv1KZhu6U2p2cp7dqf5bA2a8EjANhBRtW_x__iUcT4xhzr7xl_n8V7NEkvgBHHF9skKQP2qYPfzX__og=w213-h320" width="213" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In 1967 this was the address of Marijke
Koger and Simon Posthuma, two members of the Dutch design collective known as the
Fool. They were associated with the Beatles throughout 1967 and 1968, designing
clothes for the group, decorating their musical instruments, producing artwork
for <i>Sgt. Pepper</i> (not used) and painting a huge mural on the side of a building
we’ll visit shortly. Several Beatles visited them here. <span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1774" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8rMwep9_VPOVySLcMlpfNsdMZqVFsJH2a0LDuXCM_GAD3pB-canO6TmmSsCMeE3aMN5qn62jZg0ICDL4gk6-AeS30LrfUizByrS6B88Pqyl7JjD6Masvb4tizMa7LICpIzlqOBRy-rqJDMU4islfpCLQyRaLInoM2Vu9luMyvnmAg7A9PqWu0SoNAtw=w674-h219" style="text-align: center;" width="674" /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">13a Bryanston Mews, W1</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSiEhIj6zMWu9fN1x5rj2zKbCwOshgFNfVn3JKSNXzSxTVmdRvCz73uJPjCWb9FZG0R2LNfW3Nh3ZDf1MMaiaohRIRRwiWD_IAE01QE4-iS4RkD2cfY5EqGCCBSUjh9KdNmmZxC7qUQ_w83DoPzJsPUshJpC9U1ZDhRUwp9MsuIolToLKrXuLHR799XQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSiEhIj6zMWu9fN1x5rj2zKbCwOshgFNfVn3JKSNXzSxTVmdRvCz73uJPjCWb9FZG0R2LNfW3Nh3ZDf1MMaiaohRIRRwiWD_IAE01QE4-iS4RkD2cfY5EqGCCBSUjh9KdNmmZxC7qUQ_w83DoPzJsPUshJpC9U1ZDhRUwp9MsuIolToLKrXuLHR799XQ=w675-h452" width="675" /></span></a></div><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXm6R2v70mwqRqkpx-VEpFWlJNtxf92k5i-Q4PSSIBbW2DF2UakG69H4ALO-AjQTh32DUo2O9Mi1DiBGQUvaEAYFiYg5EhceCqcsxElq4pMj0scRGOk9_Y58edLS7j8FtQsx0EYxJLMXUhQjIsthrhcoXE8LUzbbC5yKVU0zW-8f8v6-k5Qeu9R_fnLA" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img data-original-height="1947" data-original-width="1920" height="684" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXm6R2v70mwqRqkpx-VEpFWlJNtxf92k5i-Q4PSSIBbW2DF2UakG69H4ALO-AjQTh32DUo2O9Mi1DiBGQUvaEAYFiYg5EhceCqcsxElq4pMj0scRGOk9_Y58edLS7j8FtQsx0EYxJLMXUhQjIsthrhcoXE8LUzbbC5yKVU0zW-8f8v6-k5Qeu9R_fnLA=w676-h684" width="676" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">While Keith Richards was being waited
upon in his Hilton Suite, Mick Jagger was living in this mews flat just behind
Montagu Square.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsB5peTivZ-TSXQVG-GAWgqYNg1S4bJ_-acbe-s58zHylMIIxqqsClH6DykQ57C9nAbTNKuBD-i7SqlAounIhrjDP1iPaLiyYTDg7TgPqhlrWcfOUZ3rujp6d4Lz1Volv-iMfFztVo6bipo6n5bdWSbVx7Eb3jbeRCUHPdo_wpo9KsC_jCT-cv3MRjzw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="634" height="682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsB5peTivZ-TSXQVG-GAWgqYNg1S4bJ_-acbe-s58zHylMIIxqqsClH6DykQ57C9nAbTNKuBD-i7SqlAounIhrjDP1iPaLiyYTDg7TgPqhlrWcfOUZ3rujp6d4Lz1Volv-iMfFztVo6bipo6n5bdWSbVx7Eb3jbeRCUHPdo_wpo9KsC_jCT-cv3MRjzw=w682-h682" width="682" /></span></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Here’s a picture of Mick, 22, in the
flat displaying all the trappings of a Sixties pop star – a trendy teak room
divider, two candlesticks and a vase. He’s also got <i>two</i> telephones. Rock and Roll excess don't get much worse than this.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 8 January 1966, Mick hosted a party here
with three Beatles in attendance. Paul was in Liverpool (good lad Paul) and
missed it. After Mick moved out the lease was taken up by The Mamas and the
Papa’s who received a visit from Lennon and McCartney one night in June 1966. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1025" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMc_mWH8Cn5FI3os1xOVDjprFV_6xxHLTtJ64UNtKXyth_CUVyKmKnq3EfjHaEfP4TJdkEQQCsoH6jcMZhMK33jJXKtKZXjyzfVB9xBgotme5d63Fn2xcrH0dEKLhZnIsIq_bVOiUZdfrvkCUYtoHzSI7SUABFMf87XEhx6PBdTNK10TPV7xKkCRPmPg=w685-h1025" style="text-align: center;" width="685" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This house, an odd, box-like construction
somewhat out of place amongst the adjacent mews properties would have cost Mick
about £8,000 to buy in the mid-Sixties. Today, you’d probably pay in the region
of £820,000. That's not a typo.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></b></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">15 Montagu Place, W1</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgT8_FRB3uNkPjxI3Jb0URV4iQtjMe-EYt9fH2dPUhVx-5a8ncVg3GVh5g1JUie09PEWObLxIcwc6PzFiIj2ZOe8mALTtxtCpzYv3kyI1YSe55amSIRc44uWVtnn-plQR0HXSfa-kDSI8j3i6ahEdXh69-h2oD2n8Xtvyc52THqOqsQj_xRCiY-vVIQBg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1093" data-original-width="840" height="889" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgT8_FRB3uNkPjxI3Jb0URV4iQtjMe-EYt9fH2dPUhVx-5a8ncVg3GVh5g1JUie09PEWObLxIcwc6PzFiIj2ZOe8mALTtxtCpzYv3kyI1YSe55amSIRc44uWVtnn-plQR0HXSfa-kDSI8j3i6ahEdXh69-h2oD2n8Xtvyc52THqOqsQj_xRCiY-vVIQBg=w682-h889" width="682" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 9 November 1961<b> Alistair Taylor
</b>accompanied Brian Epstein to the Cavern Club to see the Beatles for the first
time. An employee of Brian’s Nems Enterprises, Alistair moved down to London with the
rest of the organisation and went on to become general manager at Apple until
1969. This was his home from the mid- to late-sixties. All of the Beatles
visited him here on occasions.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;">40 Montagu Mansions, W1</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNyqyGY29Tb3oiWcSa0hcGAsw84vPqJj8GtJMRMmhVHeHlolbiDhMRQzCT-SWLBYS3oaXzVUV76caVWcpfd4anMPFzptwsZJY4j_rZMPna-Jlk-726M5TfjnxJOhsrxUPoLUMuQTBgPYplpWYRrUZGkLGC-Pz4zvnPh9hk9v4hgsaaHveyczr5GGrHrw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNyqyGY29Tb3oiWcSa0hcGAsw84vPqJj8GtJMRMmhVHeHlolbiDhMRQzCT-SWLBYS3oaXzVUV76caVWcpfd4anMPFzptwsZJY4j_rZMPna-Jlk-726M5TfjnxJOhsrxUPoLUMuQTBgPYplpWYRrUZGkLGC-Pz4zvnPh9hk9v4hgsaaHveyczr5GGrHrw" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Flat 40 </b>was the home of EMI Recording
manager, Normal Newell. Some of the Beatles attended his New Years Eve parties
on 31 December 1964 and again in 1965. In between John Lennon was one of the
guests at a party Newell threw for the singer Johnny Mathis on 16 May 1965. </span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;">94 Baker Street, W1</span></span></b></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">With Baker Street being known the world over, primarily for being the home of the renowned fictional ‘consulting detective’ Sherlock Holmes (at 221B), but additionally Madame Tussaud’s
Waxworks <i>and</i> the London Planetarium, I’m surprised
nobody has been inspired to write a song about it. </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 7 December 1967, the Beatles opened a
place<i> ‘where beautiful people can buy beautiful things </i><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> at 94 Baker Street. The Apple shop was often referred to as the Apple <i>boutique</i>, but never by
John Lennon, who hated the word. </span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLrd0wI08qyyQXSH2ZOZXtjSrzqKn9P-Kq8zwH_sbYFaeVrHLHAXyfi3cyc-RhCA82iQN5LXc0r9KkiJsEkZ-maYdsVAjaAPtLl5gi6G9p1fe4hIip5MrYyH0ulWigsfMOw5oWXcfViRBUxcaPpp8jUP9zKyyJQ0j5YJVem5az3uMeXPyNdiV1XOCPfA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="1024" height="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLrd0wI08qyyQXSH2ZOZXtjSrzqKn9P-Kq8zwH_sbYFaeVrHLHAXyfi3cyc-RhCA82iQN5LXc0r9KkiJsEkZ-maYdsVAjaAPtLl5gi6G9p1fe4hIip5MrYyH0ulWigsfMOw5oWXcfViRBUxcaPpp8jUP9zKyyJQ0j5YJVem5az3uMeXPyNdiV1XOCPfA=w467-h700" width="467" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The week before opening the building was
covered by a giant psychedelic mural on the exterior walls painted by The Fool
(see 30 Montagu Square). Contrary to the popular story, they didn’t hire twenty
art students to paint it. Marijke and Simon painted the mural together on
scaffolds in a weekend. They had one assistant, Micky Finn, who they did not know.
He happened to pass by when they had just started and offered his help. He
would later become the drummer in T. Rex. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The mural lasted 5 months. Complaints from neighbouring businesses that
the design was not in keeping with the area led to the building being repainted
white in May 1968. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The shop was not a success. Shoplifting
was rife and in the end the Beatles got bored and decided to close the store in
July 1968 after a two-day giveaway of the remaining stock, the Beatles of
course going in beforehand and taking the ‘best stuff’ for themselves. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I knew beforehand that the original 17th
century building that housed the Apple Boutique had been demolished in 1974 and
a modern building, of similar dimensions now occupies the site. I thought it
would still be worth visiting if only to get a photo of the building in the
context of its surroundings. Besides, <i>The Beatles London</i> mentions that
the building has an unofficial plaque which strangely commemorates only John
Lennon - not the Beatles – that I wanted to see.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-xSXhXhs8Bg7aQZDb8UpHGNRM5K0rQhjyAPsCl8OmyqisTtAMX3qNtPPdXJMdnMhgoWt2e6UfIqEPXXrR8Ptb0KvPjoIANCy9eCBr8cjqXKFlWfFw2DCbnFSZoBVMeNMWGPZlfY0B0zz-lCUPb4hP7fr5V-RNaIY8QC_P_p2Yh9Ns0fo8yA59zgXKwA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1023" data-original-width="683" height="1023" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-xSXhXhs8Bg7aQZDb8UpHGNRM5K0rQhjyAPsCl8OmyqisTtAMX3qNtPPdXJMdnMhgoWt2e6UfIqEPXXrR8Ptb0KvPjoIANCy9eCBr8cjqXKFlWfFw2DCbnFSZoBVMeNMWGPZlfY0B0zz-lCUPb4hP7fr5V-RNaIY8QC_P_p2Yh9Ns0fo8yA59zgXKwA=w683-h1023" width="683" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Alas when we got there you couldn’t see
anything because of the scaffold. A musical comedy trio including the poet
Roger McGough and Paul McCartney’s brother Mic…. Hang on, that’s not right. </span><i style="text-align: justify;">See</i><span style="text-align: justify;">
the plaque? We couldn’t even see the building standing in place of the old one
that we’d really wanted to see. What you might call an epic failure. On to the
next round…….</span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[8]</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span><!--more--></span></span></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">4-6 Blandford Street, W1</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="575" data-original-width="960" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiarU3ywadoVhC50k4cSZQUpDcKFsulzpmlOVJ-8xPWzdz1utYFOVGpWywRTSo9X97GKYpoOyy_risn-33zh3Njnk5rd1wfxn1UtHjBv89a_miv-osVcjb7de38QfRMUa9cf8PeTyfZd9ma6ukmysGBh8Y1kXbZ5ZINTVMnuUbAa9TTA_BhXBrJanPZUg=w678-h407" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" width="678" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In the file <i>Help!</i> there is a memorable
Beatles’ scene where ‘seeking enlightenment as to rings they approached the
nearest oriental’ which happened to be filmed here at what was then the Dolphin
Restaurant but appeared on-screen as the <b>Rajahama</b> Indian restaurant for
the purposes of the plot. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtQzVCBgypCSbPUEvkbpAUIUHc99IjB5YQergwqHNGnd7QBQ4jKH-7IqunZ243P26E0oCRlmuuHo3R_EjzCOXx_TpbSEQp7Bwl_SVn417t1oXkuwfpyqafU3j8C7gtOFuX1LifIxF9rzs5rQKdbYAcirR4ng7z2Dt0ysqY_GVQ7Fe1OGRFknlklS7MPA=w675-h451" width="675" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgN3rcH4bKYWDYSOoiqnRkYLuME_C7PM-hn4BisocMxZ40HyGb3tMf5RA_XELaingKfL9GXa7OvL4q92kBVxsL3DzoHPWaJ_paKq5aBrcPhEiRohYARpZ5gCJAnF5VRjnM4aMfUvcD_JCSo_BMtsQctV6b8bx3SJPSf1XYgrmOM4YmeoAAG22XT8NxwUw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="615" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgN3rcH4bKYWDYSOoiqnRkYLuME_C7PM-hn4BisocMxZ40HyGb3tMf5RA_XELaingKfL9GXa7OvL4q92kBVxsL3DzoHPWaJ_paKq5aBrcPhEiRohYARpZ5gCJAnF5VRjnM4aMfUvcD_JCSo_BMtsQctV6b8bx3SJPSf1XYgrmOM4YmeoAAG22XT8NxwUw=w676-h450" width="676" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">The interior kitchen and dining scenes
were filmed on a purpose-built set at Twickenham Studios, during which the Beatles had
their first real exposure to Indian music. I can say no more.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span></span></div><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>52 Manchester Street, W1</b> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0RImpZXBDH8vdKtaiBc-TAjeWb1vszEePdLGz4kBjs9dzD6cPEE2dxIYR8IGc_fNPQ_q6c4-4a9HNH0E0P2sCg4ggG9W6Hgg7iIvENP0YWKQaunxjC7ArJcp54W-0bG3xf8rwfhqUahI3W1YjKPqvMUBIvUt0jpp5Oyl5iC6zLeY4uwv2P9lYVZxSOA" width="321" /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Continuing our tour of the houses of
famous Admirals and Hydrographer’s we paused to take a photograph of 52
Manchester Street, the former home of Sir Francis Beaufort (1774-1857) <span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[9]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>. Quite conveniently, this
also turns out to be the 1960s address of the actor <b>Victor Spinetti</b>,
friend of the Beatles and co-star in their films <i>A Hard Day’s Night, Help!</i>
and <i>Magical Mystery Tour.</i> He also collaborated with John Lennon on the
1968 stage adaption of his book In His Own Write.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhneun44nFlWdy0pmTNG-xa-ZuwonlKQrhrk8Z0IP2zLn7880NfAgpCZXmdhn_jY7R5IxL88LJy2KHKBkoygi6Cg5uR041yMXLycM101WZHoxqfJqWQA1-qaYhIqNC4SkIc_cg3uJqAxQsezD8v2zGXaAxWtJoVy96uLNHlEcsGmogm2tMunWEJAqFSog" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="640" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhneun44nFlWdy0pmTNG-xa-ZuwonlKQrhrk8Z0IP2zLn7880NfAgpCZXmdhn_jY7R5IxL88LJy2KHKBkoygi6Cg5uR041yMXLycM101WZHoxqfJqWQA1-qaYhIqNC4SkIc_cg3uJqAxQsezD8v2zGXaAxWtJoVy96uLNHlEcsGmogm2tMunWEJAqFSog=w297-h231" width="297" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">George Martin and his wife Judy Lockhart
Smith, the parents of Giles ‘keep me away from that mixing desk’ Martin once
lived at <b>55 Manchester Street</b>, which saw regular visits from Paul McCartney.
Unfortunately, the building has been demolished and a new building stands in
its place. I took a photo, just to prove I was there, but it was under
renovation and there’s not much point of posting another photo of building that
replaced the original one of interest, especially when it’s covered up with scaffolding.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">20 Manchester Square, W1</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoP9JuZMnF_ZDnAJD7ZVw_hoUgJBHfTJrdqK8o1rj77lvqkUQj7zCtRB4K5-SJLHoJDEEkm-24lZ6XtKSBfg6q2s4WhmMWE54MNfYQLUIDLL_fLEmVLkIm14BVHAVume_gsa6A_GDRpjdNhysi2Ew85XOQid78tcvjlhRZQODAo5mdgieacEYiUtGbHA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1017" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoP9JuZMnF_ZDnAJD7ZVw_hoUgJBHfTJrdqK8o1rj77lvqkUQj7zCtRB4K5-SJLHoJDEEkm-24lZ6XtKSBfg6q2s4WhmMWE54MNfYQLUIDLL_fLEmVLkIm14BVHAVume_gsa6A_GDRpjdNhysi2Ew85XOQid78tcvjlhRZQODAo5mdgieacEYiUtGbHA=w680-h1017" width="680" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">This photo shows a building that
replaced the original one of interest, covered with scaffolding while it
undergoes renovation. Sadly, this is quite a loss for Beatle fans, being the former
site of <b>EMI house</b>, the headquarters of EMI records between 1960 and 1995.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0TeOgRqMndNtulZE5HWa0dN9vfW1NyMwlxlrNUCSIIz-TpPd0XH6z2md0wt4-3L1IClsRvkVVMsDNX3lk3PNnQFJOEMT8Z6peud_MH5SyEMz5Y_RsBLNWiDgeqmQEoLUXRx2Y1jq07PWmQsnnCI6W6xPT49Ip79hkqI9kxZF1Oc3Goo8EAGc98THZWQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="663" data-original-width="736" height="610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0TeOgRqMndNtulZE5HWa0dN9vfW1NyMwlxlrNUCSIIz-TpPd0XH6z2md0wt4-3L1IClsRvkVVMsDNX3lk3PNnQFJOEMT8Z6peud_MH5SyEMz5Y_RsBLNWiDgeqmQEoLUXRx2Y1jq07PWmQsnnCI6W6xPT49Ip79hkqI9kxZF1Oc3Goo8EAGc98THZWQ=w677-h610" width="677" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Beatles came here numerous times,
taking part in radio broadcasts, award presentations, business meetings, and
most famously to shoot the cover photographs for two albums. On 16 or 20 February 1963, they were
photographed by Angus McBean, peering over the balcony railing of the first-floor atrium. The resulting photograph was used on the cover of their first
album, Please Please Me while an alternate shot appeared on the cover of The
Beatles (No. 1) EP. Six years later,
John Lennon asked McBean to reshoot an updated version of the photograph, intended
for their Get Back album. The session took place around the 13 May 1969. Ultimately
McBean’s resulting images of the now much hairier four went unused during the
group’s lifetime as the album was shelved. </span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="617" data-original-width="1024" height="409" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5UmmMGGL_zjE97I_81wGiXizq42mK-xD4N4XlmVNtlsgf0qYQZp66saYUrqrfGrp51z0p-qSuySgGJs9ZxuZ88P_n6vTkA63qqM8kSLqwg27YbCbCSj3l9aja5jxlIZF0VpJOKt0r5gIEkkWrv6yZ6-1Kt1dsUy-Ld5OCGIMDloSXSm_E-62WzwxyGw=w678-h409" style="text-align: left;" width="678" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">In 1973, a third </span><span style="text-align: justify;">photograph from McBean’s
1963 session, together with a 1969 counterpart was used on the covers of the
red 1962-66 and blue 1967-70 compilation albums. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="763" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCPxDPrhSmb_DHQI6w6NNxbWRoyhETNpORNqx4y6uzafB5M-9HKzemcV0Sp_AvZ1XUsenu8EnZKoWFvbGJXw-feeGcRuu8nHTlsuYnazV03GlZlM0aJ1QLGeav3l9SZ1ddY2_h0bC8qgvz-5W8EgSLT6mUhULUtGURPB_7AVPVpVa1aA9TJjCRaKEwvg=w679-h454" width="679" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 5 March 1963, the Beatles were
photographed on the spiral staircase outside the main building leading down to
the basement.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">All of this disappeared when the
building was demolished in November 1999.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">EMI house had a photographic studio in
the basement and their artists were routinely photographed at various locations
around <b>Manchester Square</b> whenever quick publicity material was required. One
such artist was David Bowie, then still Davy Jones, and his group the Lower
Third. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">To promote the August 1965 release of their single ‘You’ve Got a Habit
of Leaving’ (Parlophone R 5315) they were photographed on the corner with Hinde
Street, and so was I. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbWIVgf2GyFUpiiS4DahmERYUCUJP6mW78kSwCsWBL0KixA8-XBBwIzbqysyd-WTrjd756hvyTwKSfiHg6NTSIRoD6oz9S6QrJViMD3w8BCJn0bUiUGgaj4tL_wbFHmVIzuhABYvbjoqD6N7OvgNIKilAbD5f6c1WquAQ-vf-c-4S890vMsgOuycunPQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="454" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbWIVgf2GyFUpiiS4DahmERYUCUJP6mW78kSwCsWBL0KixA8-XBBwIzbqysyd-WTrjd756hvyTwKSfiHg6NTSIRoD6oz9S6QrJViMD3w8BCJn0bUiUGgaj4tL_wbFHmVIzuhABYvbjoqD6N7OvgNIKilAbD5f6c1WquAQ-vf-c-4S890vMsgOuycunPQ=w357-h314" width="357" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYMXGIFg7R-UsltcfX2XWeOjTxtbnF2AElRfHWo-VWQ9rZQyVB7VkhfHGR4A48hhOVUTJ2_-6fo67O2mTIAlOoooLpXK8QjLhtWFfKYB0MbczyJmo0ST41MFeEdE-hxDCQ8x3cI-kdRZ2Ni0MnVqfSVrK0cZXEBzd1ANLBzbnxnvY65KEDBLVMvSebPg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYMXGIFg7R-UsltcfX2XWeOjTxtbnF2AElRfHWo-VWQ9rZQyVB7VkhfHGR4A48hhOVUTJ2_-6fo67O2mTIAlOoooLpXK8QjLhtWFfKYB0MbczyJmo0ST41MFeEdE-hxDCQ8x3cI-kdRZ2Ni0MnVqfSVrK0cZXEBzd1ANLBzbnxnvY65KEDBLVMvSebPg=w236-h315" width="236" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">7 Duke Street, W1</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGgzabOyOjhr8stVpdT3pmh_iUg5vkSCnFsBSkbfdUGBVtJBMiicKBZzlxCCVGUAHOMpHHxxLJJZdBXgvXCIGJqZeWTG9AiU-i5unJQ2JPV-1nSCh7kc0fO3FIW5kQjI1FPqq-eJ2fRvNd87PVA3oHx96KZ8ThsMXO8HbBTYbOGF7bn_p5yd06nH_2EA" style="clear: left; float: left; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2971" data-original-width="1984" height="1019" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGgzabOyOjhr8stVpdT3pmh_iUg5vkSCnFsBSkbfdUGBVtJBMiicKBZzlxCCVGUAHOMpHHxxLJJZdBXgvXCIGJqZeWTG9AiU-i5unJQ2JPV-1nSCh7kc0fO3FIW5kQjI1FPqq-eJ2fRvNd87PVA3oHx96KZ8ThsMXO8HbBTYbOGF7bn_p5yd06nH_2EA=w680-h1019" width="680" /></span></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Just off Manchester Square is the </span><span style="text-align: justify;"><b>Devonshire
Arms</b></span><span style="text-align: justify;">, a fine pub occasionally visited by the Beatles. On 16 November 1962,
Brian brought them here for their first meeting with Tony Barrow, a
Liverpudlian in London who wrote the sleeve-notes for Decca records. Barrow
also did freelance work, contributing a weekly record review column to the
Liverpool Echo, and had written the publicity release for </span><i style="text-align: justify;">Love Me Do</i><span style="text-align: justify;">,
effectively promoting a new EMI group from behind a desk of a rival London
record label, Decca. He was in the process of writing the press release for the
follow up, </span><i style="text-align: justify;">Please Please Me</i><span style="text-align: justify;">, and Epstein was hoping to persuade him to
leave Decca and join Nems. Barrow eventually left Decca around May 1963,
becoming their press officer on a full-time basis. He accompanied them on their
world tours in 1965 and 1966 and in 1967 compiled the booklet for the Magical
Mystery Tour EP. He left the Beatles in 1968 and set up his own PR company. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8tnImTQpNPeaHcl17z7a3J6E-krJiJIntuH-LcxAUrY_o5Zuz1M-AcOtwQYKe7y0bO4XYHUVaV56TK-A283s0yoTNr2CTv2iYyiVN9Qdnm7CiUpV0KDK_xgYbZLJ8gL4xIyVQ3WwNWNhgw2DKELXjeuxA6YUOPOlN5duxIUNnnx_hjCcoRWXjsvkegQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3617" data-original-width="2408" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8tnImTQpNPeaHcl17z7a3J6E-krJiJIntuH-LcxAUrY_o5Zuz1M-AcOtwQYKe7y0bO4XYHUVaV56TK-A283s0yoTNr2CTv2iYyiVN9Qdnm7CiUpV0KDK_xgYbZLJ8gL4xIyVQ3WwNWNhgw2DKELXjeuxA6YUOPOlN5duxIUNnnx_hjCcoRWXjsvkegQ=w292-h438" width="292" /></a></div><img alt="" data-original-height="3675" data-original-width="2453" height="439" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc9S8g0WNok5XCSE5bOEJl05tv9XiP3kSvkN6gMGx5mmPMQOkotvDtz6YZSe58zxG4WEjkZWKVwsckMPejAYUl80cTgbZV48Ppvie7tpvTOvg5unnPGxyfj_-nJQTSGBqNmeFkrOrBoFAHAFal0CccJ9_1iWPxsUghgoTmlnKIEiXQRa6lQejiqHb2AA=w292-h439" width="292" /><br /></div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It's always nice to find somewhere that acknowledges
the Beatles’ connection. There’s a small display at the back of the pub. The
lad behind the bar was very accommodating too and if we hadn’t already stopped
for a drink earlier, we would definitely have done so here. Next time. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgq9BSnZbHw5LJ3mEh_tVUBghtBkdOfH-PQg-1ZNLM7_XzjSbPuIHVJKQnPSVLjyYV7vURCEosOW6ZeP-9O92tZkENCaWzrSH0RAOg2gVjRzX_UASr0QrOeYNvBcpr2ZQzsc6IHGa2mcjWbKfsz4Z7tteC1x9-ZW9Y-0jW-vwXg2sfovRwtAxDYpM51NQ" style="text-align: center;" width="640" /></span></p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">13 Thayer Street, W1</span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="1548" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgA6pWNVFRjCZYN_CPv3l87QbdqHpqBpBLI-1FCOGdm_WM0lrTiwvLnQE8SWjJyJdT9O-hQYg7oUESHPuZhuBqQKLiEY8B6In9_FFwD4V6bNGRSYyJvtyWY1Ib9dAUjtp22kfpqs_ciAJzohU5NQe0LZA9zLdt1xgqMAzKlzTjoHAcGfuTDPeJSOFreXQ=w678-h451" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; text-align: center;" width="678" /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This was formerly a French restaurant
called <b>Genevieve</b>, visited by the Beatles on 19 May 1966 during a break from
filming the promotional films for <i>Paperback Writer</i> and <i>Rain</i> in
EMI Studios, Abbey Road. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><br /><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">57 Wimpole Street, W1</span></b><br /><br /><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1017" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNmpxO7rkYFCQgTbsDypgfASOzNtcv4yPWK0Zcfj2ieHSgQKxwgGnm_D1jZGT6qB4j7W6pzSsWEsWv4iHQbNrHEg3NuqThg7LhfluEC_9pEccPTSzQGfYtJVuzZzlUZnivqI6jt2fusRnTcKM1iyEbSWlYV2MvqsJbKxh2NgRV2IxvQZV3ABl5Lty5hw=w679-h1017" style="text-align: center;" width="679" /></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="676" height="906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicXfvpqs63wYeiv8-Cx5nL5MQuxU_lZqTPU3k1tcgFNGlRllnfD7NeES7WQtZcM97NGTknblt_mOL3WxOOhDdhZWZKqpUEvCxMXX1l10BlN1uS5L4WqY3tOBpRG10yqJH3epMn4-UgKHfoxhVPpxeWkhkHnWCqXyMHuWjfPFSWsjwILUQgIFY1WcrR5A=w679-h906" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" width="679" /></p><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><b style="text-align: justify;"><span>Another must-see London location for me.
The former residence of the Asher family.</span></b></div></span></b><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">After moving to London, three of the
Beatles quickly bought houses in the outer suburbs surrounding the capital.
Paul McCartney, the first to move out of the Beatles’ shared flat in Green
Street, preferred to stay in central London, at the heart of it all, and for
the first three years (November 1963 until early 1966) he lived in this fine
townhouse, lodging with the family of his girlfriend, Jane Asher. Paul had the
spare bedroom in the attic. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">He got on well with the Ashers and loved their slightly eccentric household. Margaret Asher became like a second Mum to him, something he welcomed since losing his own mother Mary in 1956. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Margaret was a professor at the
Guildhall School of music. An orchestral player for much of her life, she
turned to teaching once she started a family, and the children would often
arrive home from school to the sound of Bach, Handel or badly played scales. One
of Margaret’s pupils was a young man named George Martin, the future Beatles’ producer,
who came to her for oboe lessons. In later years she would teach Paul McCartney how to play the recorder. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Jane’s father, Richard Asher was a
well-respected consultant physician and brilliant teacher and writer. In 1951
he first described and named Munchausen’s syndrome in an article in <i>The Lancet</i>,
and numbered Oliver Sacks, Jonathan Miller and Roger Bannister among his
students. His private consulting rooms were on the ground floor and the family
lived above them. At the dinner table he would give fascinating descriptions of
his patients and their illnesses. Jane would later recall that her favourite book
at bedtime was <i>Tales from the London hospital</i>, a grisly collection that
included the extraordinary story of the “Elephant Man”. At Jane’s insistence, her
father took her to see Joseph Merrick’s skeleton in the hospital museum.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Margaret and Richard had three children: Peter, born 1944, who would become a member of the pop duo Peter and Gordon, and later a record
producer, Jane Asher, born 1946 who from the age of five became a film and TV actress,
and later novelist, and Clare Asher, 1948, a radio actress.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Whilst Margaret loved all three children
unconditionally and was full of praise, Richard offered more realistically critical
views, together they were the perfect combination. Paul loved being around them, and in turn, they were very protective of him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjh68gp8jFk5jiBTXgx6KMEFBJjTk3C2nsil12FpmNrP-Dzq0XRVuekSYiyRG3bNVEZuzTWtSEI3owaQktw1Wq71ZEhPfJikL9R2zPIhV_BuB0UhlGl-ivASjewx-tlESYjndf231xYfEyJLgo4KeEl_zqzg_xZfSghUb4otarosJCC1QcjSCnJ13kOVA=w673-h379" width="673" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>Ja</span><span>ne’s father, Richard kept a piano in the basement rooms (visible from the street) and it was here that Lennon and McCartney composed I Want to Hold Your Hand in October 1963 - the Beatles’ first US number one record.</span><span> </span><span style="text-align: justify;"> If you've ever heard Paul tell the story of how he woke up having 'dreamt' the song Yesterday, <i>this</i> is where he woke up. Inspired by Jane he wrote </span><i style="text-align: justify;">And I Love Her and Every Little Thing</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">here, amongst a great many early period compositions including those written during difficult moments in their relationship - <i>We Can Work It Out, I'm Looking Through Yo</i>u, and <i>You Won't See Me</i>. </span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Looking back on his time in Wimpole Street in his 2021 <i>Lyrics</i> book, Paul expressed sadness that the split with Jane had inevitably meant losing contact with her family to</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">o. </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> </span></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br />In 1964 Richard Asher suddenly gave up
his post at the Central Middlesex Hospital. He suffered from depression in
later life and in 1969 he sadly took his own life, aged 57, at his Wimpole Street home.
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</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="629" data-original-width="474" height="898" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWFV8ofNTAhuXNqMsO9mhnjkjIk70y9r9Wn_WiaRChhQCkR5_6my1i5TETIkahvEHDMyn4u8yMecdNDrlN1q9nu_HALLszEOZvChDt5FfAu2s31Rl_wyrxUQp62t7bPXTmn5sDfAkigRfrf7QlAd7-RvUYHalk-HekjUkJaZoGq9PL0cj1OwdTjRmzqQ=w678-h898" style="text-align: center;" width="678" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div>
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website:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/ben/Documents/London%20Blog.docx#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> By
Mark Lewisohn, Piet Schreuders and Adam Smith (2008 edition)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/ben/Documents/London%20Blog.docx#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> FACT! I have a photo of the blisters if proof
required.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Said Ringo when shown the album cover. <i>The Times</i> dates from 1 August 1968.
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basically, it’s all Bramwell’s fault. And how did <i>he </i>know where to get dodgy
snaps developed?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Great article on The Fool here: https://www.formidablemag.com/fool-design-collective/<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Paul McCartney, 1967<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Since <i>The Beatles' London</i> book was published the plaque has been removed
and replaced by a new plaque from the Heritage Foundation commemorating the
fact that John Lennon AND George Harrison, “worked here”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggM1VT1xI8qcJGVUWYRseZwgH_RGTXHnpAjy9Vr1gWVD8glZFVrrlXxffAgEiXV9-OozOcki_ZE5_u-VXjrtF3QHO0bclB48jhXujhwjuaujNgWh-ingy70SGng99bCBVgMVDg7Cu9lFf-nsuAkSQI6j1D2TfZdAt1IKabUjNVlFXVFkreHOwYlZErRA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggM1VT1xI8qcJGVUWYRseZwgH_RGTXHnpAjy9Vr1gWVD8glZFVrrlXxffAgEiXV9-OozOcki_ZE5_u-VXjrtF3QHO0bclB48jhXujhwjuaujNgWh-ingy70SGng99bCBVgMVDg7Cu9lFf-nsuAkSQI6j1D2TfZdAt1IKabUjNVlFXVFkreHOwYlZErRA" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>
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Inventor of the Beaufort scale for indicating wind force. He must have been thrilled
when he discovered that the scale he’d created shared his surname. Seriously, what
are the chances? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br /></div><p></p></div><span><!--more--></span><span><!--more--></span>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-81060535826932908022022-10-13T23:51:00.008+01:002022-12-28T17:11:16.066+00:00Walking The Beatles' London - October 2022 (part one)<span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On Saturday 8 October 2022, I travelled down to ‘That London’ with my fellow Beatles historian Steve Bradley [1] to attend Evolver 62, Mark Lewisohn’s one-man show at the Bloomsbury Theatre.<br /><br />The show didn’t start until 7.30pm so we agreed in advance that it would be too late to travel home afterwards and decided to make a weekend of it. Armed with The Beatles London [2], the indispensable guide to the 467 Beatles’ sites in the capital, Steve drew up an itinerary and we decided to try and visit as many as we could.<br /><br />Of course, we didn't get anywhere near the magic 467, but I discovered that if you are prepared to spend two days walking 23 miles [3] around the streets of London, powered primarily by Guinness and wine gums, you do manage to see quite a lot of them.<br /><br />Some of the sites we visited are extremely familiar to Beatles' fans the world over, but having only previously seen them in videos, films, books and record sleeves at times I was genuinely excited to see them in the context of their surroundings. I realised what it must be like for the thousands of visitors who visit Liverpool every year to see some of the Beatles' locations I sometimes take for granted, because they are part of the backdrop to my everyday life.<br /><br />I’ve not walked around London in years, and at times I felt like I was seeing it properly for the first time. Every street we walked through seemed to have a blue plaque or something of cultural interest. It occurred to me that you could easily spend an entire weekend doing a musical-history-themed-walk through London, without including any Beatles’ sites. As you’ll see in this blog and the follow ups, we did manage to squeeze a few notable non-Beatles locations in.<br /><br />We also had fun creating some Then and Now type comparison photographs, which I’ll post at the appropriate points.<br /><br />And so, in the order we visited them, here's part one:</span><div><span><br /><a name='more'></a></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;">2</span></span><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;">4 Chapel Street, SW1</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1010" data-original-width="675" height="1014" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhev5KujZ8qDjOfq9uQYMoNfooeAArnCKr-VDudS1aRR-h2Pvv3Mq3Frx7-WzqALISKF09UQOLePVN1ppANN9OcGu9AA-99AZZKIuQwLARcbXIfiGB_1fCwqDLWCYgtni6CARnqOXJ8ZEC6JnmwPBJ9TzYFWoojVad_hYO5YtWxnJqES5chQw_EqYnayw=w677-h1014" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; text-align: center;" width="677" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">From December 1964 this was the London home of Brian Epstein, the Beatles’ manager.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">One can only imagine the sense of immense pride that Brian, a gay, Jewish, shopkeeper from Walton, must have felt living in a house where the rear wall of Buckingham Palace is visible at the end of the street. If Epstein wanted an address to impress, he couldn't have found a better one.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Of course, the Beatles visited often to discuss their business and personal matters and attended several of his memorable parties, most notably on 19 May 1967 when the launch party for the Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band album was held here. All four assembled for a meet and greet with specially invited journalists and photographers – among them Linda Eastman, Paul’s future wife. The Beatles were photographed outside on the front steps of the house, and in the drawing room, posing with a copy of the record sleeve while the disc itself played in constant rotation.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVpD9oReD9bdHSlVD2W62pfF91-kdOPOr6Ifg04KlWb859tfejfx0z-FK_BnnW3K3C3mq3I8_amCB6H9KsxJhHBzCVqwD5Mqel0arPcR0nlbbZNDlV2-SZazSk6FQlcqNJePUHoT3pzpfW0L-YgCdR8vcJiBlQ7lcNHjJBo2-ZcDm5kEGyFhjlBp9OKA=w673-h685" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img height="692" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzYLNMtEcPZsgm0qwvZRvDFTWm0XRy3YwKaiAc2e22V1-1NVMDlHdMkhdz3-_2AwgpICGS9Wc_aVG1xtIO5LgSKN3yCG1zFGy5M5scNXRyD1CLCc2mT2G_gfdLC4MbW6Kg83gAv0bG-uR18rYdHBv5kaKf_4Hu-AQFqi6HjRfCBGwhchRJ2q3VfSEJSw=w673-h692" width="673" /><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></div><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br />Sadly, just three months later, Brian died here, aged only 32, on 27 August 1967 while the Beatles were away in Bangor. [4] <br /><br />Having visited Brian's birthplace in Liverpool, and the various homes he lived in during his time there, visiting the house where he spent his final days was quite a poignant moment. </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIFzBaWcpvEDMTF7KVpLaPXe-Cs5OlUkamiw55ebS2Dd4zdYR3ptxhb_Fctm40CHApdF19NkwKpJrSGMKzoewJADUaocrqAYTaBcDiYby8Wl75-Y40pD68DS5fTgUjstwh2gZTyTQdj9KpLdwku7YGHw_pclixUR6agIkLIKeTdNEiOln0dom9NpK6Vw=w675-h900" width="675" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;">7 Groom Place, SW1</span></span><span style="color: #4d5156;"><o:p style="background-color: white;"></o:p></span></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="456" height="940" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5R2ERnH-WVeIfMvJYxpeu6TdPHVKlqBlRFDGJb0TV0hygrKclU7Ruzsunsb8GDY2wa0wcAlGkMGqhDS6OOdKhzYoznbAmgLbaxve4lib031FZKPhawF6LkYOUnszzANIth_lZQJwmbPAjEvTxezWwfNaVLCRuQWBIkdx3oii2TS9yHzw4AGeA53VtJw=w674-h940" width="674" /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The <b>Horse and Groom</b> public house is tucked away in a beautiful
mews set directly behind Brian’s house. Unsurprisingly, it was his local and the
Beatles are said to accompanied him on occasion. Given the exclusivity of the surrounding properties this cosy little pub has enjoyed a clientele ranging from Beatles to bankers, plumbers to personal assistants, diplomats to dentists, and everyone in between.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="color: #4d5156; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="color: #4d5156;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span></span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We retraced our steps towards Hyde Park
Corner. I paused to take a photograph of the Wellington Monument, which figured prominently in the recent funeral of Queen Elizabeth II. Only three weeks on, it struck me how quickly life had returned to normal, with the greatest display of pageantry this country will likely ever see already consigned to the history books.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOp3h-R6h5pglewWjxTK_sPmoIw7iQCnOaG39iltyXdY6-20qiLn0h5UJ-JpLyGXgqZ52OotADUaYMzhnfb0rNQ4v4db47SytNYlOigTvRBBiUhUrD_w9sQhFhakGI0qwuu9ee0gZ-2Qykq5ZaquB1KzfviN0YoPxoXlbA-rlkGfd7le9FG0uZT4EM4Q/s760/hyde.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="760" height="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOp3h-R6h5pglewWjxTK_sPmoIw7iQCnOaG39iltyXdY6-20qiLn0h5UJ-JpLyGXgqZ52OotADUaYMzhnfb0rNQ4v4db47SytNYlOigTvRBBiUhUrD_w9sQhFhakGI0qwuu9ee0gZ-2Qykq5ZaquB1KzfviN0YoPxoXlbA-rlkGfd7le9FG0uZT4EM4Q/w675-h441/hyde.jpg" width="675" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGe1KNnCpEnA3ev2ojvGyc15gV2hkD9uHiGWT5gQgP7PbYqCiRmJhkeuTWHMAq7KGGELPcw3h9s0FRlZdZI8bYRum7lXfQOTLVMI8SBaACOuamVLExksOOJPjeMlhrRoX2uC4yVhWyiyYEJFKlqJtu7FTes2rwCk1GWwqY-WhFOlPEAK8IYPBE0uaQ4Q" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGe1KNnCpEnA3ev2ojvGyc15gV2hkD9uHiGWT5gQgP7PbYqCiRmJhkeuTWHMAq7KGGELPcw3h9s0FRlZdZI8bYRum7lXfQOTLVMI8SBaACOuamVLExksOOJPjeMlhrRoX2uC4yVhWyiyYEJFKlqJtu7FTes2rwCk1GWwqY-WhFOlPEAK8IYPBE0uaQ4Q=w673-h450" width="673" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DuJJZvLIdq90sLkfID3_aZ0quGFskGLQNQ11pGAJhwEPbKXkLfLYsQozHCCJpyBP9GZqXddRTxhR4W3m2EukRE_n-2Xr8pkqTsI6_5KSQr10FfjqU7lpNN2ARaC9OR3RzJ1tg5zWP3196HRJs5y9NSXaHWBwcJ1TajgJu4qQqU6c_pUuSoXA16p89w/w682-h456/Day%201%20(A001)%20(29).JPG" width="682" /></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Hyde Park </b>(southern section)<b> W2</b></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Briefly entering Hyde Park, we stopped at Rotten Row. Unseen you might be imagining something 'dead grotty' but in fact it's rather lovely, the strange name being a corruption of the original 'Route du Roi', French for 'Kings Road'.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For the life of me I couldn’t remember what the Beatles’ connection was. Steve had to remind me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the morning of Saturday 24 October 1964, the Beatles arrived in their own cars and parked up on the adjacent South Carriage Drive with their friend and photographer Robert Freeman.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Walking into Hyde Park along Rotten Row and staying within running distance of the cars in case they needed to escape quickly, Freeman positioned the Beatles in front of some autumnal trees and his resulting pictures were used for the front and rear cover of their next album, Beatles For Sale, released 4 December 1964.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="1024" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7ZCFzE-CMxrcRW66NLU9gt4n_iIAwIcD0mDTm6VDswDr0au-Othgby-m5l0sHGkRADwWP18zwRBaZsj1oyVObgZVgqnPkCPpCZx9rVLc5PfMu-ECHiF_vL3CV-yNpybJXuvcpp5z0OL_Ox057o3Urhvfv0qSkVWJtRau7-JzHciEI9Wrgl-Iu6nCcdw=w676-h450" style="text-align: left;" width="676" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They parked here again on 18 May 1967, this time arriving in John's psychedelic Rolls Royce for a photo session in the park, primarily around the Serpentine, with Marvin Lichtner of Time magazine. Mal Evans was also present, taking photographs for the monthly magazine The Beatles Book.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMDQxL896FwrDuYQZXla-emHxyLwpoI4nIGkUVmzjKKcTbwRwT7jT7lQy3kTCx2xIRSMDmET8M7Jv0jGqDX6LpObn7Oe_98guHM9-eIeIp1azIq3qHOi370DWFoAwdUc8KxoS76Wcivtz3wVKukLE5h5tQnOEI1NfXDs4hg7tH3ta_PZL3gWBGU4Mdlw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="617" data-original-width="996" height="419" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMDQxL896FwrDuYQZXla-emHxyLwpoI4nIGkUVmzjKKcTbwRwT7jT7lQy3kTCx2xIRSMDmET8M7Jv0jGqDX6LpObn7Oe_98guHM9-eIeIp1azIq3qHOi370DWFoAwdUc8KxoS76Wcivtz3wVKukLE5h5tQnOEI1NfXDs4hg7tH3ta_PZL3gWBGU4Mdlw=w676-h419" width="676" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> <span><!--more--></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Hamilton
Place (at Park Lane), W1</span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="4000" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXL1FDteOfCpVqyCkKiLCvZZwxP77cAC5w6ackZDx2RAghOq4ZswPgIyOBOH07LfKlLIewvIdKNYM3is_H3NyZaTQB0PkfTHxOFUAL24XAMx19w1UsmEyZVtSwXOSJtsNVZ12wi7QgXnilqntbOy_RDYzf7jyC23nr4N-TdxWHzWG3Z6l3_AsLaYD3XQ=w678-h453" width="678" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333;">The
Intercontinental Hotel</span></b><span style="background: white; color: #333333;"> (left of picture) was formerly called the <b>Inn
on the Park</b>. John and Yoko stayed here during the Summer of 1969 while Tittenhurst
Park, their new home in Ascot, was being renovated. There's another Beatles' site right next door...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">5 Hamilton Place, W1</span></b></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1017" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVnM4_5onefcvCvB9tWV2IqhBfMxO--b_7qeOLnWooLlunYneCwmv40sCehYbg9CUCcSBzZ-Pq7VyD9whuKZpAt2lzNcHtiAeVf383R-nlGyoCuUjWKriFOOkqVoUXOomTlaZadEjaKenuIkjUFGA_s3O27w8RuIPftFWg1INkrQWBFmkR3Io1G2CA8A=w679-h1017" style="text-align: center;" width="679" /></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Les Ambassadeurs</b> private club and casino was used for
two sequences in <i>A</i> <i>Hard Day’s Night</i>. The Beatles first came here
on Tuesday 17 March to shoot the scene where Paul’s grandfather, played by
Wilfrid Brambell is found sat a gambling table in ‘Le Circle Club’. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In between takes John Lennon was interviewed
for the BBC radio programme <i>Today </i>by Jack de Manio, talking about the
imminent publication of his first book <i>In His Own Write</i>. It was
broadcast the following morning.</span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Exactly one month later the Beatles
returned to Les Ambassadeurs, filming the discotheque scene where they are seen
dancing to ‘Don’t Bother Me’ and ‘I Wanna Be Your Man’ in a room known as the
<b>Garrison Club</b>. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On the same day the Beatles took part in
a filmed interview in the walled garden with Ed Sullivan for his TV show
(broadcast 24 May 1964). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="679" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMuLWJMle9iNy0Vkuy_s7e4YW_owXE2kne4hO_LTYZRQDxI6dwZEwBcS2A86Vux6XeNjK1KkJCLnD5gh8QhxCfkRnTCM6yJUN8PxizFGkth6ulieWB0icbW6B_uFyJBfmXRRMFxNZvEzxKFY22UIOaJETm06Sreh4YAbB50q8iDYxNwmXzjCnFbRybeQ=w679-h679" width="679" /></span><div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><b>Promotional photographs taken this day
show the Beatles posing with bagpipes (John, Paul and George) and a marching
bass drum (Ringo, naturally)</b></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">.</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>Something I only discovered when writing
this blog was that the bass drum featured in these photographs is the same bass
drum that appears on the cover of </span><i>Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band! </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="620" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcZKeQhXd1qa4m9_QY0NClUmWpdVDrn1PbaI2D6CuSNz3Q9a0_BxAQnGQAOiuf300ycXpHLOBFW1lkanP2N1aRU2-mFVXVXBCgpKbzL8BRFmCN4X7cSPSy7jvLm4OfF1oxchsCE-VCovISH19tamfS14r81IAzXwL2vdffR9QShwZfJyxQov7UXr02SA=w677-h381" width="677" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>The décor of the Garrison Club featured military paraphernalia, and the bass drum formerly belonged to the Essex Yeomanry. How the Beatles came to be photographed with this very same drum three years later is unclear – it’s even been suggested that it might be the same marching drum used by Mal Evans during the recording of the song </span><i>Yellow Submarine</i><span>! Could it have fallen into the back of someone’s taxi at the end of the day’s filming?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="1024" height="541" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj74LpNkTvpoESJ2Gcdfj87tRGcfYvysZrMuilfgKBdu3zP8rnGtrkYXx4h59y5PXK99uSPxuiChI9U9iPKs71lG-_iwSamTqFByqN9L1X0YrK5N6RNeR8HwIwW_WAVU9SWbtbN0fGiPPR2c5IrkUrhyftsPGigAf_ebe1SENfUqbDBojJCxBIOzKafaw=w677-h541" width="677" /></span></p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br />Three Beatles were back at Les Ambassadeurs for a third and final time on 4 May 1969. Paul, Linda, John and Yoko were in attendance at a private party held here to celebrate the completion of principal photography for the film The Magic Christian, starring Peter Sellers and Ringo Starr. Both stars were among the guests which included the actors Richard Harris, Stanley Baker, Christopher Lee, Sean Connery, and future 007 Roger Moore.<br /><br />Speaking of Connery, a replica of Les Ambassadeurs was built at Pinewood Studios for the initial James Bond film, Dr. No in 1962. It’s the scene where ‘Bond, James Bond’ introduces himself for the first time in the franchise. <br /><br />Quite an interesting little location all-in.</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">72 Park Lane, W1</span></b></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Our next stop was <b>The London Hilton</b>
Hotel. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjvfxu2TFKzY-dJYIhjwpea79k_uN4wJy2mr-POmo4KpcYX_pQweJI4-zDR9TcGHEksF2xXTi35zuY9hglFophqLjKdhMqMEJDL2nfc6rL_lJQpOaUnHJ_S8a8krXnTeG54D7t9AReZNzu7inxv_s-jRtD2eFiBxY2JlWYcbUh1RsLjeVdybPn6naNJg=w352-h626" width="352" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This was the home of Rolling
Stone Keith Richards in 1965. Only 21 years old, ‘Keef’ was paying £28 a night
for a fully serviced suite overlooking Hyde Park. <a href="file:///C:/Users/ben/Documents/London%20Blog.docx#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[</span></span></span></a>4] No doubt a Beatle or two were among those who visited. Keith bought the Redlands Estate the following
year. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhj7zet8NenLicieYHkxSDXSMquBZo0ii3f-VaosLleMZatAAYKrWEASdjgRy7P3qVCjuXWKGNeplst6lfo9LG0kYZPWykkePLYEZSTr12JZ6eaXWZX0kUNpC03k_dx92O3vn1nUeZjmD6qSN8_xdvjPXe8qkD3yrdADgu01PbHJiCKTInamOPCDlkS2Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="634" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhj7zet8NenLicieYHkxSDXSMquBZo0ii3f-VaosLleMZatAAYKrWEASdjgRy7P3qVCjuXWKGNeplst6lfo9LG0kYZPWykkePLYEZSTr12JZ6eaXWZX0kUNpC03k_dx92O3vn1nUeZjmD6qSN8_xdvjPXe8qkD3yrdADgu01PbHJiCKTInamOPCDlkS2Q=w257-h257" width="257" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Ringo was certainly here on 22 January 1965, attending a lunch held by <i>Playboy</i> magazine in honour of the American billionaire
Paul Getty.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 24 August 1967, John, Paul, and George,
accompanied by their wives, partners and various siblings attended a lecture on
Transcendental Meditation given by the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, each paying 7s 6d
(about 38p) for the privilege. After the lecture they were given a private
audience with the guru who quickly persuaded them to travel with him that
weekend to Bangor where he was running a 10-day seminar on the Spiritual
Regeneration Movement.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="210" data-original-width="474" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWt-Ody-kDe9WIhtEGxBWHlsTzotIAG4x2dNcho5_nIIx6WVDLwEvMtSswdF3_yV9uCCvxa6bSgtSrqRkiVwGmUFRlXhmlQmT8ul-opBHzcfDrvRuYnFrrDLow13-6m3HYJwOFWrwLj7_5c-vYqg1HJE0fd3DxD9Q1DJKbHmOzezc8SCleM5QDXaFGcA=w674-h299" width="674" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/transparent.gif" /><b><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">6 Green Street, W1 </span></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">This was the flat of Decca promotions
executive </span><b style="text-align: justify;">Tony Hall</b><span style="text-align: justify;"> who befriended the Beatles in 1963 when they moved in
directly opposite – more of which in a moment. They came here on several
occasions, one being 28 January 1964 when Hall hosted an all-night party for
the Phil Spector and the Ronettes, with a smitten John and George in attendance.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKBKybIGHG5xlpJMg5uJVoz2iCCdehpHi78bRO9i-B62KYOckOT02Mw7w1EUzD0d1nNo0bPQBAyHjvbFQOw_6DacnpRn0kXWOpJUpXFsxF1jzaCLhIrqXYiln026Kj6EAGEtraDpmqIlRLprykw72HsoPDSFs_h7qG8qYbUZAf-IJwceyd_GuUwSXww/s4000/Day%201%20(A001)%20(49).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKBKybIGHG5xlpJMg5uJVoz2iCCdehpHi78bRO9i-B62KYOckOT02Mw7w1EUzD0d1nNo0bPQBAyHjvbFQOw_6DacnpRn0kXWOpJUpXFsxF1jzaCLhIrqXYiln026Kj6EAGEtraDpmqIlRLprykw72HsoPDSFs_h7qG8qYbUZAf-IJwceyd_GuUwSXww/w676-h1008/Day%201%20(A001)%20(49).JPG" width="676" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1619" data-original-width="2136" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQDewpqcAwkIp78-L8XpCkUSD2n1cl0yg7FUmrY-IrrB5boEmyN9z6Fp6hgfD2m99f1Phm8BNa73E_rvceSslfivk2CUgiUfKRRlT2P4Rw2E-uIRNDJKaMFjF_eLs-lyc1Y4Y5wmkZhB2yoSEQwPxeQK5gMa86kA_R1RxObKnxpBgfWSKWvqdzg6CQiw=w675-h512" width="675" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><br /></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;">57 Green Street, W1</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2672" height="1011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsdHbiX5P-kR1FqC8uVl6L5LXObOhs9w8lHV_O6GMwsBThzw4RFUtWQO6dS1-MfcLjIZynyd0V1feJvZylhmM0WWAjObSmLIbnG6QcgDACUHbn4bHNjhoTFRzY2ELsZ6R4VQ7eu-74Dh5KeD9eS4_uPgW2pC8Izjc71p1rkL17i1KvjzMNVjEymEnISg=w676-h1011" width="676" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Flat L</b> on the fourth floor of this rather
lovely building was the only place where all four Beatles lived together, <i>Help!
</i>style. They moved in during the first two weeks of September 1963, with the
realisation that they were now spending more time in London than Liverpool.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="870" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyvpZVkKC2oGDd4f2WKTSKalK--fsW4wBWuaXmRhgs5DIogfhUeeKTcCO0pSr9xJcV3MNfu-9juifooOqzApJehR_ujjtaUxrT8VowMC3uwcOy6-j2L4Wzwa5JsAj0i2sZDKU0-f0kL-Q7M7rB_oIUyjn01XhTar9ciAmBSxRMMzP0J201yk3nWuDSbQ=w678-h540" width="678" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>On Wednesday, 16 October 1963 all four
Beatles took part in an ‘at-home’ photo session for </span><i>The Beatles Book</i><span> monthly
magazine. Photographer Leslie Bryce snapped them opening fan mail and clowning
about the apartment, standard fan-magazine fare at the time. Most notably all
four were photographed leaning over the banister of the interior staircase and
the resulting shot was given away to members of the Official Beatles Fan Club,
complete with printed autographs. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img alt="" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="228" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIRKEJ9-Nt5SZSbUzV84U76yp_V0-fnBHSLPLbSctbE9Ik_OLVKIR1aWH5IWGdfaBOpbtYAQgocqHoafn3i9yrT5aXg9SZyQOqAHvKYfy0zRuQa3GBONJDlS9UEH1B-6ijGJ8EB8PjLC6V3hDTkMmd4gRKIjpOLrEZkWIVGacdBeu4B9C03lofFsSNVw=w252-h351" width="252" /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Always the most independent, Paul didn’t
stay long, moving in with Jane Asher and her family around October 1963.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’ll see their house shortly. A few weeks
later, John took a flat in Emperors Gate and moved Cynthia and baby Julian down from Liverpool to join him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">George and Ringo then moved down a
floor to Flat I, living there until February 1964 when their landlady asked
them to leave because the constant presence of fans had become a nuisance to
the other tenants.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Part 2 coming soon.</b> </span></p>
<div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">All photographs of London in 2022 (c) Me</span></div><div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Photographs of The Beatles and Keith Richards remain the copyright of their respective owners.</span></div><div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span><span><!--more--></span>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span></span>
Steve’s website: <a href="https://arrivewithouttravelling.com/" target="_blank">LINK</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://arrivewithouttravelling.com/" target="_blank"><br /></a></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>
Piet Schreuders, Mark Lewisohn and Adam Smith (2008 edition)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> FACT.
I have the blisters to prove it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> </span><span>Which I visited in my blog here: </span><a href="https://beatlesliverpoollocations.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-beatles-in-gwynedd-welsh-wales-part_31.html">LINK</a><span>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> </span></span><span>About £1,930 a night now. Crikey.</span></span></div>
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</div></div></div></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-11352660973614571392022-08-14T19:05:00.008+01:002022-10-22T17:09:53.548+01:00Never Say Die - The story of Mona Best and the Casbah Club <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US">"Come with
me to the Casbah..."</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="400" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjotJ-84ZgtboSs0o3XxH3rjsPg5rQX0zQyCVnyz4JveJTKe6e-JTkY1930onfNkAlcEEJoREL9Ox_SfKHLKai0c2VFShhWENG2J1GWLF3TLju2zPYxP--ZFDBnlkC-CRqzt2OC_JnHM32RcRhjN5uh1YqC_xga5N3l4F__MtlAkmwHtfJzOwsHykRsFA=w677-h453" style="text-align: center;" width="677" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Thanks to host Andrew Martin Adamson for inviting myself and fellow Beatles
blogger Steve Bradley to guest last week on an episode of his US podcast,
<i>Beatles60</i>.</span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Beatles60 Facebook group and podcast sticks to a strict timeline by looking
back at Beatles' events and news, exactly sixty years ago.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We were invited to discuss the important role Mona Best and the Casbah Club
played in the early Beatles' story. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfYFargy4iYtWPZSmwqH2YtcL2pkXIdWedW4r7DloEwYgnQ7tWCbkD6kX2xVECZBGTjW89-aKjDoYOWnMKHVAMsyZq85sMgQL0A4EytcZYLeyGSMhSLacoTBE-oA-bEYuL0foUTFaXdmBJ46f-n2cdywQULYZjNAypbTZPIcRkodwKWbDmo_fgtuMPVg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="750" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfYFargy4iYtWPZSmwqH2YtcL2pkXIdWedW4r7DloEwYgnQ7tWCbkD6kX2xVECZBGTjW89-aKjDoYOWnMKHVAMsyZq85sMgQL0A4EytcZYLeyGSMhSLacoTBE-oA-bEYuL0foUTFaXdmBJ46f-n2cdywQULYZjNAypbTZPIcRkodwKWbDmo_fgtuMPVg=w678-h451" width="678" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We talked about
how the boys built up a steady following at the club and with Mona promoting
their gigs around Liverpool, how they were able to replicate the great sound and
following on Merseyside that they had already established in Hamburg.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="377" data-original-width="602" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinODjuGe8mQoeg9HXRsmIGFkQjh1P5qxogsNLX-QWqTgbs0MsnHGR9KAGF_vOLoSCbPBuKFXSFljxXnJzA25Wa0zVJshA7DXx0_Ga3u6pxEdnNbm0aXTHxIstEOcK4t2yCEBKwY3yWJQWmrOTKZ-dppaLYqB4tbdUChS1p9UN2f4JVUFkzlyO_ddQIdQ=w678-h424" width="678" /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_ejGK9_coRt060Z7kSr3iYfQHqUbRZCVQOMxuY9NR089te2tGM8XhJ5t1_5BaBBznJTZsULmtAHL2VW6ikiOsFkjYGtWOOS37SH562O0WOPqU-s1cJpDMj7NEVlBC1GlCsZ2PczSHHudE2uIzTdzc_AS4HAT78MRwjE5Y25KJC_H7bhFjAT-uv0m0cw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="760" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_ejGK9_coRt060Z7kSr3iYfQHqUbRZCVQOMxuY9NR089te2tGM8XhJ5t1_5BaBBznJTZsULmtAHL2VW6ikiOsFkjYGtWOOS37SH562O0WOPqU-s1cJpDMj7NEVlBC1GlCsZ2PczSHHudE2uIzTdzc_AS4HAT78MRwjE5Y25KJC_H7bhFjAT-uv0m0cw=w677-h534" width="677" /></span></a><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Subjects covered:</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A brief history of the Best family</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">How did Mona Best buy 8 Hayman's Green? The 1954 Epsom Derby</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">George Harrison's 'moonlighting phase': <i>Lowlands</i> and the Les Stewart Quartet</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The birth of the Casbah Club</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The re-birth of the Quarry Men</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Beatles return from Hamburg, December 1960 </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Why it was left to Mona and Pete to organise the Beatles' booking</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Early 1961 - Mona Best starts Casbah Promotions</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Why didn't Mona become the Beatles' manager</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The reasons behind the closure of the Casbah club </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The re-birth of the Casbah in the late 1980s</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Liverpool Beatles Museum, the Casbah club and Pete and Roag Best's activities today</span></li></ul><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLW0kdAsnaLoDw-rvhP2oFExfnGQRropfxrH1L4rnz-gtJmA4Kcv7QVi2LYVfvlJ7YJvIh2UoNoRCJw74Pu6dEAmGcT9r99UKTi2jnrgDtaUXKMCqK9ivWhku8ny8cb4NM7tQUxEqzmTeyWsFFBk07eOYuiuWUysJVaTDq3moPpOpIeOOdG2tHC0Mh3Q" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="342" height="675" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLW0kdAsnaLoDw-rvhP2oFExfnGQRropfxrH1L4rnz-gtJmA4Kcv7QVi2LYVfvlJ7YJvIh2UoNoRCJw74Pu6dEAmGcT9r99UKTi2jnrgDtaUXKMCqK9ivWhku8ny8cb4NM7tQUxEqzmTeyWsFFBk07eOYuiuWUysJVaTDq3moPpOpIeOOdG2tHC0Mh3Q=w675-h675" width="675" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="283" data-original-width="235" height="817" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHmRS_BzYAtLcjMTr_wpfHL4xfdBT7f9-y0_z5j7TNpe0YlDu9DGXz40i1_sMnI_bZcfgcCmV_gAIz8eAShgQ1UpHH-bSnlUOz_q4qvDphI_pi1LVywrmdtdmPlTKj2Sw-lB0VzKxnfCZpqHh4gjpPkzTZv4r2tyfLKIC-mylV5wJO5TTRw92YmJQz7w=w678-h817" width="678" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">By the end of
the hour long discussion I hope we'd done enough to convince you, the
listener, that Mona Best was a trailblazer, being the first female rock
promoter, not only in Liverpool or the UK, but the world.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">All this in the
new episode available here:</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2934268614255666891/1135266097361457139">https://beatles60.group/live/august-archive</a>
*</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Thanks for
having us on the show Andy (and Wrence)!</span></div></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Note:</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US">* </span>You
need to sign-up (for free - just an email and set a password ) to hear
episodes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">All photographs remain the copyright of their respective owners.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US">As an aside, </span><span>I've personally never done a podcast before, and
thought whatever we said would be edited into more coherent easily digestible
soundbites. At the last minute I found out it was going out live! Anyway, </span><span lang="EN-US">I talk (and talk...and talk </span><span lang="EN-US">😄</span><span lang="EN-US">) - and sometimes give Steve the chance too (sorry Steve!) -
and thankfully, on listening back it came across pretty well. We hope you enjoy
listening to the podcast as much as we've enjoyed melting it.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><span>Pete, Rory and </span><span>Roag Best: I hope we gave your Mum the credit she deserves.</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Links:</b></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Steve's blog:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinxizbZjGmqiWGPrC-ku8pRHrfk_x4_UFhZy6qLzOhEMvIJXeLxuO1pW-ntom2KlHfs6VZMPLw-qqgzWLcbNbeK5jQVLmmZJ_DU_i3U8onMo8446274p3Pc9gNJJ2nTYIqntnCLa1VlnE0W0HLLYWMVfsEqCoMIHBjH5pf3oVZoVB2weEVZlnv5sXOIg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="584" data-original-width="584" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinxizbZjGmqiWGPrC-ku8pRHrfk_x4_UFhZy6qLzOhEMvIJXeLxuO1pW-ntom2KlHfs6VZMPLw-qqgzWLcbNbeK5jQVLmmZJ_DU_i3U8onMo8446274p3Pc9gNJJ2nTYIqntnCLa1VlnE0W0HLLYWMVfsEqCoMIHBjH5pf3oVZoVB2weEVZlnv5sXOIg=w154-h154" width="154" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><a href="https://arrivewithouttravelling.com/">https://arrivewithouttravelling.com/</a><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">My stuff:</span></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXu02rkesGYRV-UAvRyI1ZGM0gLA1z_kD9yIIv1dNS-qsTOk5JZXKvbEMPLgoQmCL50Rw89Vv-RB6gKRAjz7MFZDSL4WZWU1ewsmG7GBYdzuydOBHmJx2tJY8ko4oWxtnmZEailai6YR1UUUcb2g7Ui__Je1g1RCAl6Tz89PdpfoAJWpH7J9i16oM6Rg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="517" height="966" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXu02rkesGYRV-UAvRyI1ZGM0gLA1z_kD9yIIv1dNS-qsTOk5JZXKvbEMPLgoQmCL50Rw89Vv-RB6gKRAjz7MFZDSL4WZWU1ewsmG7GBYdzuydOBHmJx2tJY8ko4oWxtnmZEailai6YR1UUUcb2g7Ui__Je1g1RCAl6Tz89PdpfoAJWpH7J9i16oM6Rg=w608-h966" width="608" /></span></a></div><span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><p></p></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p></div><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-63898495806504132162022-08-09T22:02:00.004+01:002022-10-24T20:04:30.251+01:00The Three Amigos<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Speke Secondary Modern</span></b></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Central Avenue,</b></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Speke, Liverpool L24</b> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">2020 will go down in history,
mainly for the wrong reasons which I won’t dwell upon here except to say that
there won’t be many of us who weren’t affected to some degree, myself included.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I’m sure like me, you were grateful for any opportunity to enjoy yourself and forget about what was happening in the world. For me it was having the chance to spend more time
with the family, enjoy nice meals (when I could taste them again after contracting Covid), go for a walk in the park, take photographs, enjoy music and of course the opportunity to research and write about early
Beatles’ history.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The release of McCartney III was
a welcome surprise, not only for the music, which for the most part I really enjoyed, but for
the TV and print interviews Paul gave to promote it. Of course
some of the questions he was asked were in the usual “I believe the song <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Yesterday </i><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">came to you in a dream, </span>can you tell me
about that?” vein but over the last few years I’ve noticed that, when given the
opportunity Paul will talk freely about the early pre-Beatles days in Liverpool and seems to enjoy doing so, perhaps because he hasn’t been asked
about that period every day for the last 50 years.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I’ve said it before and I'll probably keep saying it until he agrees, but I’d really love
to interview him in detail about his life up to say, 1963, and get him to fill
in the blanks as best as he can remember. That goes for Ringo too. </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">When I read Mark Lewisohn’s ‘Tune In’
I was stunned by the observation that there are NO interviews or comments from
John Lennon where he discusses Stuart Sutcliffe. This wasn't through any conscious decision by John not to speak about him, but because in all the interviews he gave not one person thought
to ask. Of course, when somebody finally realised this omission, it was too
late.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As interviews go BBC1’s <i>“Idris
Elba Meets Paul McCartney”</i> was a mixed bag so far as the questions went but
Paul looked like he was enjoying himself and once again when prompted seemed to delight in
talking about his early days in Liverpool, his parents and his extended working-class
family who became the yardstick against which everybody he met subsequently was measured.</span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="766" data-original-width="1105" height="467" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmdKjHKsS_fUda7fVnOmX0YpvpK8XvRfv3i2U4EC2Xdcx153zoC4aawsIAtx5yiQUaVe4ckNvjJIGhu3UTwjqU-SMOBTZ9Nsjhnfia-D_ZimU89T_BN2PjO-4lR0xMg9kDJB8ZE2MEtCr/w674-h467/1-Speke+1958.jpg" width="674" /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">'Cowboys At The School Dance' (c) Paul McCartney</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The interview was interspersed
with some nice home-movie footage and photographs including another never-before-seen Quarry Men era photo. That’s the FOURTH in recent years. Clearly the
McCartney family have decided that the time is right for these early photos to
have a wider audience. <o:p></o:p></span></span><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="704" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJw5CRFNDrmbOJLb2X2o8Ri_lRTJr9-6tgZInswk5Z8lg4fiF0DE0PV8VhegDBihZD48YRt3F1Q9GQdZRYuLt9zeT2OYtCpZM8IILkR-A3Km3oynjHMTTJVBPVblEAI8whYdw017qYPTz/w675-h407/Speke+1958a.jpg" width="675" /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>Actually, this photograph </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">has</i><span> been seen before, but never in this
quality. It was previously seen briefly in one of the pre-show films for one of
Paul’s concert tours. A fan took the above screenshot which has been the one and only
source of the picture until now. Comparing the two, it now looks like the fan shot was subject to a bit of touching up to try and repair the damage evident on John. </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">The photo’s existence was acknowledged by Colin Hall and Colin Hanton in
the latter’s autobiography, “Pre-Fab!” In fact, they devote a whole chapter to
it. </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">As I’ve commented before, Colin’s book is for me is both the best
written and most accurate of the various Quarry Men memoirs (including the
Hunter Davies book) adding lots of previously unknown details which for the
most part fit within the previously established timelines without controversy.</div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">However, his recollections of precisely when George Harrison joined the
group throw a real Spaniard in the works and while there’s no cast-iron
evidence that contradicts his version it does give historians something of a
headache when trying to pinpoint the exact date of Eric Griffiths' departure and
George’s debut.</div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">The collective memory / officially agreed version of events seems to be that at Paul's insistence, George
'auditioned' for John on the top deck of the bus following a gig at the Wilson
Hall in Garston. Nigel Walley was also present. The given date is reportedly 7
December 1957.</div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Being slightly older, drummer Colin Hanton had gone drinking with his mates after the gig
and missed George's big moment. </div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Colin says he first met George just before Christmas 1957 when John and
Paul invited him to accompany them to the Broad Green area of Liverpool</span>, ostensibly to check out the
premises of a new venue where they could perform.</div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">The new venue, situated in a large house called 'Balgownie' would be opened by Al Caldwell (later Rory Storm) in March 1958 as the Morgue Skiffle Club. Colin's recollection
therefore places the Quarry Men in Broad Green several months earlier than
previously thought.</div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">According to Colin, George was already at 'Balgownie' with his friend Arthur Kelly when they
arrived. John and Paul introduced them to Colin, without mentioning that they
were thinking of asking George to join the group.</div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">A week or so later Colin learned that John and Paul wanted to bring in George as their lead guitarist, replacing Eric Griffiths. Eric had been
a Quarry Man with John almost from day one and it was he who'd invited Colin to
audition for the group. By 'audition' it's important to point out that Colin owned a drum kit, a rare commodity. He'd practically have to have been missing his arms and legs to be passed over.</div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">George was clearly a better guitarist than any of them. </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Bringing George in would enable John and Paul to move the Quarry Men away from skiffle towards a more rock'n'roll oriented sound but with Griffiths in the band it meant that they would now have four guitarists.</span></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Not
being quite ruthless enough to sack Eric outright they gave him the option of
moving to bass guitar. Of course, they knew there was no way Eric could afford
to buy such an expensive instrument and when he refused it was left to the
Quarry Men's manager Nigel Walley to break the news to Eric that his time was
up. </div></span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span><!--more--></span></span></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><div><br /></div><div>Griffiths appears to have wasted no time in signing up for the Merchant Navy but was his dismissal from the Quarry Men the catalyst for him running off to sea or just the straw that broke the camels' back? This is where it gets confusing. </div><span style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><div style="text-align: justify;">Eric had sat seven 'O' Levels in the summer of 1957 and managed to pass three. He decided to leave school and found a job as an apprentice engineer at Napiers. In the Hunter Davies book Griffiths says he lasted five months and then, fed up and frustrated, he went off to sea.</div></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">If we take the end of the summer term as early July, then the 'five
months' at Napiers would take him to December 1957. He must have applied to the
Navy at about the same time that Colin Hanton was being introduced to George
Harrison at the 'Morgue'. </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Eric sat the entry tests and was accepted as an officer cadet. In
January 1958 he reported for duty at Liverpool docks to join the MV
Debrett. </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /><span face="Arial, sans-serif">John 'Duff' Lowe is quoted in the book <i>The Beatles Gear</i> saying that <b><span style="color: #660000;"><i>John let George in about the same time as I joined. Skiffle was really falling
apart. Len Garry had left too, so the tea-chest bass and the washboard were
gone. All we were left with was Colin the drummer, John, Paul, George, and me.
So it was definitely no longer a skiffle band, it was definitely country and
rock then</i>.</span></b> </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span><br /><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #660000;"><i>Paul introduced me to George, and Paul and I had to make the decision, or I had to make the decision, whether to let George in. I listened to George play, and I said “play ‘Raunchy'” or whatever the old story is, and I let him in.</i></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #660000;"><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #660000;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><i><span style="color: #660000;"><b>I said “OK, you come in”; that was the three of us then. Then the rest of the group was thrown out gradually. It just happened like that, instead of going for the individual thing, we went for the strongest format, and for equals.</b></span></i></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>John Lennon, Rolling Stone, 21 January 1971</b></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Not that George immediately won John over:</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #660000;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><b>George is ten years younger than me, or some shit like that. I couldn’t be bothered with him when he first came around. He used to follow me around like a bloody kid, hanging around all the time, I couldn’t be bothered. He was a kid who played guitar, and he was a friend of Paul’s which made it all easier. It took me years to come around to him, to start considering him as an equal or anything.</b></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span></span></i><b>John Lennon, Rolling Stone, 21 January 1971</b></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /><span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">According to Colin Hanton, George made his debut playing with the group on stage at a school
dance in Speke – just around the corner from his house in Upton Green. </span>It was in early January 1958 – possibly Friday 3rd, sometime at the start of the new term.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="500" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0rgASCFSeYBlu8OLkex7hvHfctv1JFi2RfD2MTXDeLRAxlL7tlbxb0SCG5dCEVxRo01VVLdZCxFq7jzMt8_g5a6UyQN_pdle_8C0SjLsn38_XF-G5bq0psJpSXXmUeOc7pRFfLbGh4KWDUc1u14b4rhR83VVfGxL5Suxjqfx-tHm4_Uj87IuPT51X1g=w678-h514" width="678" /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">The school was <b>Speke Secondary Modern School</b> on Central Avenue. Colin remembers it as a <i>“<b><span style="color: #660000;">massive hall and a stage so big that as a group we were so spread out we
needed binoculars to see each other.”</span></b> ****</i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjS-CPuZNsG_24UrGnO6swl7nXXfY9YeTmkoq8Tyac_8lwP6_Nf0BOJCjjz3Lpua5RMvia6NC56b2zJxmYZmhI2nofNbQChHS6sZ0gAlLiW0lO5xcsCBtTtDbIieFOnzuAeWmDDasxMcj0sG41sa_EIrrsqEyT2juqglkuyzSBo6AJoADGKe4hrpL0pSA" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="509" data-original-width="760" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjS-CPuZNsG_24UrGnO6swl7nXXfY9YeTmkoq8Tyac_8lwP6_Nf0BOJCjjz3Lpua5RMvia6NC56b2zJxmYZmhI2nofNbQChHS6sZ0gAlLiW0lO5xcsCBtTtDbIieFOnzuAeWmDDasxMcj0sG41sa_EIrrsqEyT2juqglkuyzSBo6AJoADGKe4hrpL0pSA=w676-h452" width="676" /></a></div></div><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #660000;">Mike McCartney's incredible photograph of George, John, Paul (and Dennis Littler) at the wedding reception for Paul's cousin Ian Harris, 147 Dinas Lane, Huyton, March 1958</span></b><span><span style="color: #660000;">.</span></span></div><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span>This precedes the previously accepted date of George’s Quarry Men debut, at the wedding of Paul’s cousin Ian Harris on 8 March. Comparing the two photos, it's clear they weren't taken many weeks apart, their hair and instruments are identical, and George has yet to have the growth spurt that would bring him up to John and Paul's height. The cowboy shirts were probably not appropriate for a formal wedding. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Perhaps what is most interesting about the black and white photo is what you don't see: Colin Hanton.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">In his book he reveals that there was an incident earlier in the evening that left him, <i>pissed off</i>, shall we say. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;">Eric Griffiths had invited Colin to join the Quarry Men. Colin hadn't liked the way Eric had been dismissed for this new kid but had kept quiet, accepted the inevitable and tried to move on. However, he'd recently had his own musical abilities questioned, by Pete Shotton, Paul McCartney and even the Quarry Men's manager Nigel Walley. He was starting to feel insecure in his position. Would <i>he</i> be the next one to go? </p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">Nigel Walley had bought the Quarry Men matching white cowboy shirts with black shoulders and white tassled fringes, from ‘Eric's’, a credit draper/ ‘a Teddy Boy shop’ near Rushworth & Dreaper’s on Commutation Row, not far from the Liverpool Empire.</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="307" data-original-width="474" height="439" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTtiwh5CfToDZkoaFc5AGWdo0B7-naYDrDhun4FIyeWooF6v39bIv42_S1CedHtQbwX9iFfbvKk_ueK6qZ9byMVlB7fhQo8ARzRbgJKS5yqJioYa5Enz-rDfzrgsjaNNsq7fzHCdCdp3cDKXDttkhW42mVHI6cG68Mi30vcvDVNAREnlOMX-PJ2ZUe6g=w679-h439" width="679" /></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;">Eric Levy was a member of Lee Park Golf Club where Walley had an apprenticeship. Nigel collected and distributed the shirts but never did pay all the money owed to Levy because with the exception of Colin, who had a full-time job, the rest of the group never paid up, which must have been the cause of great embarrassment for Nigel whenever he crossed paths with Mr. Levy at the golf club. </p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span>For whatever reason, the Quarry Men had opted not to wear the shirts on stage to date, perhaps fearing they'd encounter Mr Levy before they settled the outstanding credit. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span>However, Colin realised things had changed as soon as he arrived at the School hall. There had been no prior rehearsal with George, at least one that Colin had been party to, and therefore no advance discussion about the Speke booking. Nigel had simply informed him of the booking by telephone.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span><i><span style="color: #660000;"><b>I turned up with my drums and almost immediately I walked in the room my mood darkened. There they were – John, Paul and George resplendent in identical white cowboy shirts. I was instantly miffed. I recognised these shirts because I had one in my wardrobe at home. What really bugged me was that they had made sure ‘new’ boy George had a shirt but had forgotten to say anything to me about mine. I was further miffed by the fact that this meant I now stood out from the others, which I didn’t like, not one bit. Visually I didn’t fit in. In an instant I felt like I was on the edge of the group, an afterthought, not part of things: a passenger.</b></span> </i>(CH)**</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span>George had only been a member of the Quarry Men for five minutes and already looked more a part of things than Colin. </span>Presumably George was wearing the cowboy shirt intended for Eric. Note how he has his sleeves rolled up in the photo, a sign perhaps that the shirt was too big for him?</p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Colin recalls that George’s first gig was also the first time that the
Quarry Men featured an ‘electric’ guitar on stage. </div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span>Geoff Nugent, later a member of one of the best Mersey Beat era groups The Undertakers lived close to George at 29 Marton Green. Like George he had a Hofner President guitar, but Geoff's had an electric pick-up. He recalls George turning up at his house and telling him he was going to audition for the Quarry Men. He asked Geoff if he could borrow his amp. Geoff said no. Although the amp was little bigger than a transistor radio it had costs Geoff's mother about sixteen guineas so he daren't lend it to him. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><i><span><span style="color: #660000;"><b>George was going up to the local girl's school, Speke Secondary Modern, on Central Avenue, just up the road from his house. I don't know the day or the date, but it was a dark night and that was where he told me he was going.</b></span></span></i></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span>Geoff Nugent, The Fab One Hundred and Four, David Bedford</span><span> <span style="color: #660000;"> </span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span></span></span></p><!--more--><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><div style="text-align: justify;">While Geoff's memories loosely join up with Colin's it's interesting that Geoff remembers this booking as George's 'audition'. </div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">George had obviously followed Geoff's lead and acquired a pick-up for his guitar from somewhere.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="color: #660000;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><i><b>I remember George had with him not only his hollow-bodied Hofner President guitar but since I’d first seen him at the </b><b>Morgue,</b><b> he’d attached a small pick-up to it. As I watched, somewhat agog, he was plugging a lead from his guitar into a small amp (that I later learned he’d borrowed from a friend)</b></i><b>.</b></span></span> (CH)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">According to Colin's book, George had persuaded a friend and fellow guitarist from Speke called Kenny Johnson to lend him his amp. Like Geoff Nugent, K</span>enny had taken some persuading. The amp was brand new and George was just ‘a kid’ but Kenny relented and lent it to him and so, the first time George played with the Quarry Men he did so as an ‘electric’ guitarist.*** </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span>George explained to Colin that he needed the amplification so that his solos could be heard. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span>In that very instant, skiffle was dead. The Quarry Men became an electrified rock ’n’ roll band. This was real innovation, and nobody had mentioned <i>this</i> to Colin either.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span>It wasn't one of their better nights. The stage was too big, Colin hadn't rehearsed with George before and as a result he sat at the back all night as a<i> sulking 'non-cowboy</i>'. </span></p></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>After the gig, two girls approached the Quarry Men and asked if they could take a photograph. John, George and Paul started to pose when John noticed Colin hadn't joined them. He shouted him to come over. Colin pretended he hadn't heard him and carried on sulking while he dismantled his kit.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>Instead the girls settled for a photograph of John, Paul, George and ... Arthur Kelly! Arthur would accompany George everywhere in his early days as a Quarry Man, lending moral support. </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><i><span style="color: #660000;"><b>I could be mardy in those days when things upset me. I do regret it now because I missed out on being photographed with George on his Quarry Men debut. It didn’t come around again, the photo opportunity I mean. If only I had been a bit more </b><b>mature,</b><b> I’d now have a photograph of myself as a Quarry Man alongside John, Paul and George. I wish I’d behaved better but I didn’t. What happened, happened.</b></span> (</i>CH)</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>Remarkably Paul's cowboy shirt would re-emerge in 1969 and appear in the Beatles penultimate photo session. What a pity he didn't wear it for one day of filming during the Get Back sessions. I wonder whether George and John still had theirs ten years on? </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="457" data-original-width="580" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHp_YCUKyMGyG8_3rLwMHrbSjDv5kdcosgN8LClNz3e4eB23qWp2GnqUC5EzGK52uK8Hn2VxteDmNhji9Bwf0rJ4KcJ7_B2T0ZvgUJ_sV9lneqWCyZV5Nkq7apeglogSUtSf20oDPEzO0oleBIvE4XgN53GPpJby5jpowAxgmIrxgA5ysILnUNEqaU_A=w676-h532" width="676" /></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #660000;">The Beatles, 9 April 1969 (c) Apple</b></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="840" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sYKO5QEX4rD8BrUlxgQ6fvrKb7YjBQ0u7CSs_-dQScvuBooUngBNjUT1O-XetTbLAIbsQlinj8m9bEnhRyMVKem6ukQj1Zk4Mzd9vyyt1MY6NFc-GEEd59MringMBVbrbbcQUTHU2voT/w674-h455/speke+1958b.jpg" style="font-style: normal;" width="674" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>A year later he'd be photographed wearing it again as a solo artist. No doubt he owns the shirt to this day.</span><span> <i> </i></span></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjmdtavRgHNMVeo_i8Xy92_8vmO5Nv9Nsi0IH0kyUGinYo9Se2kRwavh5NfRpG4yRzWTZphJxBEayJqgFEPtS-kMKkGPnb4lSK-6DnceFpnm642jZmHdUQj9qvmpwmB00Vti7WKzCZb6aWTXSask041mRjtDocwYZ6dIVw103dQSwgUbLTBJfLIaMYGg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="372" data-original-width="282" height="413" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjmdtavRgHNMVeo_i8Xy92_8vmO5Nv9Nsi0IH0kyUGinYo9Se2kRwavh5NfRpG4yRzWTZphJxBEayJqgFEPtS-kMKkGPnb4lSK-6DnceFpnm642jZmHdUQj9qvmpwmB00Vti7WKzCZb6aWTXSask041mRjtDocwYZ6dIVw103dQSwgUbLTBJfLIaMYGg=w313-h413" width="313" /></a></div><div style="font-style: italic; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj026Jcppb5FF9-gDGMvZvgF9i6_9cO7Wa14YWgIWhz6GhArAI6Lt5mWH9YZxoB34i3yH8z_ObjxExQ8Zv5Oe3B1BDN9UBJEnDvShYYsI9yOkuaf56oVypZiLwPKKCKQNFEcJPv846xGAdmnQdFWB1V6AI6Xeym76gNuxhEPzxdClv71pWV5n5qdablXg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="500" height="415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj026Jcppb5FF9-gDGMvZvgF9i6_9cO7Wa14YWgIWhz6GhArAI6Lt5mWH9YZxoB34i3yH8z_ObjxExQ8Zv5Oe3B1BDN9UBJEnDvShYYsI9yOkuaf56oVypZiLwPKKCKQNFEcJPv846xGAdmnQdFWB1V6AI6Xeym76gNuxhEPzxdClv71pWV5n5qdablXg=w278-h415" width="278" /></a></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #660000;">Notes:</b></div></div><p></p></div></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><span>* </span><span>This was one of Nige’s final tasks for the Quarry Men. He was quickly losing interest after having to 'sack' Eric Griffiths and the embarrassment of the unpaid bill was probably the final straw. In any event, in the Spring of 1958 Walley contracted TB and was hospitalised in the sanatorium at Fazakerley. </span><span>It’</span></span><span>s notable that as soon as Nigel’s tenure as manager, ended the
bookings for the Quarry Men dried up, the group members seemingly quite incapable of obtaining their own bookings.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;">** CH = Colin Hanton. All Colin's quotes come from <b>Pre:Fab!</b> by Colin Hanton and Colin Hall. A revised edition is due to be published shortly. In addition a film has been made of the book and should hopefully reach us in late 2022- early 2023. </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">*** </span></span><span>Kenny played skiffle and country and later in 1958 formed Sonny Webb and the Country Four. In 1960 he left to form the Cascades and later fronted the Hillsiders and then Northwind</span><span>.</span></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">**** Speke Secondary Modern is no longer there.</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span><br /></span></span></span></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-82606306437454225002022-08-01T00:06:00.002+01:002022-10-22T17:18:52.289+01:00Hope For The Future - LIPA Graduation Day(s) 2022<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000;"><b>ACC Liverpool<br />
Kings Dock<br />
Liverpool Waterfront<br />
L3 4FP</b></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="960" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUZ2Zzk9VlvuXw9HR-SbNtogc_zekHvsLibHHvaYwbBfjNadyZmIPFY0FnhPAVv7Wz25Btvehtf_j3GvFH3d5qVTGSH8pOBek2uQ7G51ponn1g7310RQiKBxBigczOZnwatJqoXBEYW1L8begUNz7f6Ma3KWhJJ0VJLX6gs_Wlyh04t6oy9ZANU4Sbg/w676-h636/best.jpg" width="676" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Exactly one month after his triumphant headlining set at the
Glastonbury Festival Sir Paul McCartney returned to Liverpool to attend the
annual graduation ceremony for the students of the Liverpool Institute for
Performing Arts (LIPA). </span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMgvav9W8pBViSUEa-RDyUcdJniXrPh7uqY8GoeB2YjfLPHsjweWaqf1SBSXipFrCLwuAfnOtnFx6muQ9gl9UDV9Hb9i4TzYyFXlr0l5_Ni_6XaC7tnZCOLX7iNF-ZY3XqwAgxcwK4EOB49UdoDQfY5ayCfcu_OYzoq42yAkUALORO9nsJPGQeEBjazw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMgvav9W8pBViSUEa-RDyUcdJniXrPh7uqY8GoeB2YjfLPHsjweWaqf1SBSXipFrCLwuAfnOtnFx6muQ9gl9UDV9Hb9i4TzYyFXlr0l5_Ni_6XaC7tnZCOLX7iNF-ZY3XqwAgxcwK4EOB49UdoDQfY5ayCfcu_OYzoq42yAkUALORO9nsJPGQeEBjazw=w677-h508" width="677" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As the co-founder of LIPA in 1996, Paul has shown his
continued commitment by attending every graduation ceremony since. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I was lucky
enough to attend the twenty-second LIPA graduation ceremony, held at the stunning art-deco <b>Philharmonic Hall</b> in 2019 and what I witnessed during the 2 hours
plus ceremony left me with even more admiration for the former member of the
Quarry Men. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4032" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkLlkP3oY4jw-pY_a4c9xz9CpUYeTzuF8Yb-oDzLrmOhPLM9Q-ZaKKDEjx2rSisS0kGgTj9elYGW5YpV6OMfrdFK7M63tKSGDPt99OhUMDQIbPCAaiYL4h76WujcJAm-fWbW07MYjMalD89WcpZahRTN0evx77Nq_edmYjPDA62rsgFtxnHaYskScPSw=w680-h322" width="680" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>For the duration of the ceremony, Paul and LIPA’s co-founder
Mark Featherstone-Witty sit centre stage flanked by
‘Companions’. Unlike other British Universities, LIPA does not issue
Honorary degrees. Instead, it recognises individuals in the world of art and
entertainment by awarding them a ‘companionship’ for their outstanding
achievement and practical contributions to students’ learning. These companions
will often visit LIPA to give masterclasses in their particular field – the
former Beatle has himself attended songwriting classes for the students – or to
take part in question-and-answer sessions. During the service I attended
several well-known faces were made a companion of LIPA including the actor,
comedian and writer Stephen Fry (</span><i>Blackadder, The Hobbit, Wilde</i><span>), the
actor Rowan Atkinson (</span><i>Mr Bean, Blackadder</i><span>) and musician,
singer-songwriter, and former Deputy Chairman of the BPI, Mike Batt (The
Wombles, The Planets, ‘A Winter’s Tale’, ‘The Hunting of the Snark’) as well as
some perhaps slightly less well known outside of their recognised area of
expertise but without whom the performance would not be possible – Lucy Carter
(lighting designer), Steve Lewis (music publisher), Sue Gill (author), Tom Pye
(set and costume designer), Kenrick Sandy (choreographer) and Andrew Scheps
(sound engineer). </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Each new companion dons cap and gown for their induction ‘ceremony’ before they are presented on stage to Sir Paul and Mark Featherstone-Witty. They then give a speech. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNy-c5aEyYu-KV3PTdYUvw-E8QazH1FLXFNnZ8xvb8sMJRBdDiwNVZJ0mosi-rQWBLXSl7Zg3jPK4jywFFLuHMrizgPH7lh9AHpo-geyGtvuBBKAZjiWD_5ZZ9cvR2zddR-fGNYqlvoCIj8uJ81uk-cKIOZVrqyMbcJ1yqSTyJqenf8rBghx74kS6sFw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4032" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNy-c5aEyYu-KV3PTdYUvw-E8QazH1FLXFNnZ8xvb8sMJRBdDiwNVZJ0mosi-rQWBLXSl7Zg3jPK4jywFFLuHMrizgPH7lh9AHpo-geyGtvuBBKAZjiWD_5ZZ9cvR2zddR-fGNYqlvoCIj8uJ81uk-cKIOZVrqyMbcJ1yqSTyJqenf8rBghx74kS6sFw=w676-h319" width="676" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvOoKnRf21Bk963LdJexW6EJm7KEt_lmzbSWweqPG1eCS-Z1GI6hF6PnbGkURhqVjL_1j7OpWznwYbJ9EcuyMz77iqi0ZWWRNzE7s7jIJDsUNuu07CAx_1H8IJiKFnOjS1-5sewbO6zzkcsSgLxZyrB8eA62P2pcQeYByAhuPFn0F0mY1uWUtg9XkD_w" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4032" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvOoKnRf21Bk963LdJexW6EJm7KEt_lmzbSWweqPG1eCS-Z1GI6hF6PnbGkURhqVjL_1j7OpWznwYbJ9EcuyMz77iqi0ZWWRNzE7s7jIJDsUNuu07CAx_1H8IJiKFnOjS1-5sewbO6zzkcsSgLxZyrB8eA62P2pcQeYByAhuPFn0F0mY1uWUtg9XkD_w=w676-h319" width="676" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Mike Batt</b> is made a companion of LIPA in 2019 (above). <b>Rowan Atkinson</b> amuses his fellow companions (below). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2498" data-original-width="1806" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRE7GDHECAUp1DE2Bc9W1axp8Bw8oSlBYbnmBLjHy8TM-9HuRcNqGK0ibR8h1GW-rlXDETGhihXZL53izNB-L2UflhaT3B56C9CH40__-NtosFnbWdBhHj0-a1vaugNJQzN4uLKhIsUYGyoicrZZMha-T8pve0Lrckddk-_2Aa5PvljlGWukMRwbPwIg=w328-h452" width="328" /></a>Invited guests and existing companions return to attend the
graduation ceremony and I spotted the actor <b>Nickolas Grace</b>, Paul’s brother Mike
McCartney, <b>Noddy Holder</b> (Slade), <b>Kevin Godley</b> (10cc, Godley and Creme) and
music industry veteran David Stark who presents an annual song writing prize to
LIPA’s two most deserving young songwriters. </div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In between the companionship awards the graduates receive
their degrees and this is what amazed and impressed me most about the
ceremony. Each student entered from stage right and in turn they
were first presented with a scroll by Mark Featherstone-Witty – who on several
occasions bowed as certain students approached him, presumably in recognition
of their individual achievement – before moving on to Paul, centre-stage. After giving them a congratulatory handshake or kiss on the
cheek, Paul posed with the graduate for an individual portrait taken by a
photographer positioned on the left side of the stage. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I reckon there was about 150-200 graduates at the ceremony I
attended, and Paul posed with every single one of them. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I think it goes without saying that watching your child
graduate from university must be one of the proudest moments in the life of any
parent or guardian. Watching your child receive their degree from
Paul McCartney, at this point surely the most famous person on Earth, must feel
almost unreal. One of the graduates receiving a Bachelor of Arts
with Honours for Acting in 2019 was India Best, daughter of my friend Roag Best
(Pete Best’s brother). It was quite a poignant moment watching Paul McCartney
posing for a photograph with the grand-daughter of his old schoolfriend Neil
Aspinall, the niece of his former band-mate
Pete.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUBVxmdnddmFgkfnND7APKfJaESy3PID5fg1BqpyC038nKuxk2ctOH_bQJYN2TAuXmtxllKw-tcVNIfA9GN2zFPc5d2R_HSXg9sW1PuLJVAv9EcEMlFkat1LdnDhf98CE7OV2HVRKXkqQlhuVVAxiy2tHkXK-Z5DsaOkjMcTyVEulE3An42kYUNbFyOw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1908" height="1015" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUBVxmdnddmFgkfnND7APKfJaESy3PID5fg1BqpyC038nKuxk2ctOH_bQJYN2TAuXmtxllKw-tcVNIfA9GN2zFPc5d2R_HSXg9sW1PuLJVAv9EcEMlFkat1LdnDhf98CE7OV2HVRKXkqQlhuVVAxiy2tHkXK-Z5DsaOkjMcTyVEulE3An42kYUNbFyOw=w482-h1015" width="482" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4032" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoQRfyY6chSYLbK0yQZ1D_7sxFJ1k3pajv2PnxLSr2ZG7Za0GIXA_rDW1C_hNZM983iJizDlHlJLA2xZnr1t1IMeUaBGOXPuJFTKpA9claLB48gVuXb5mVd_q5Nka_d1YkMCWZ9lrm2Z-i_Z3m4D88AG-Ig5bHAofC70zJaiujGizUiD3XcPD2voR9_g=w675-h319" width="675" /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFv9Dtyj5devfWgzIlfyMi4B_Gs1i5JhgELoZBgLmtQHoJ_damePOcBtx3Sk4SBHRVmrxBh5PzhxhiKBg9nQXDMKcpZmaneWhsRZrH_OyzVqWyn99uHK_-UU2w6IWHTQ28OoB7jEL6D1Guf1PBR2IpTOcrjyS6z4eR3ou7GNKaLUOqr3M4YC0P7RKB6Q" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4032" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFv9Dtyj5devfWgzIlfyMi4B_Gs1i5JhgELoZBgLmtQHoJ_damePOcBtx3Sk4SBHRVmrxBh5PzhxhiKBg9nQXDMKcpZmaneWhsRZrH_OyzVqWyn99uHK_-UU2w6IWHTQ28OoB7jEL6D1Guf1PBR2IpTOcrjyS6z4eR3ou7GNKaLUOqr3M4YC0P7RKB6Q=w678-h321" width="678" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4032" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxohS9EAMpX4mw-8WdYkKfeuiJzvj2-vLXEfxOuUYgAsVeJqXWa3EjaFoUWMvgQhpBjjj2qC2oNzcpX9fs1OnJarUg5DdL7vjcvg9J-1jkLWLUwWtAVhZxdtTGgXiWYSC6DktQqj_dxdzPA_Jln-60OVLqwYDEcG-_sl6vxkEQ7ecxYOtvAN2DfyiSOw=w676-h320" width="676" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcKzk9hA-AFAwMgdNuNS3fBP3X69eLm37q3CQ-OzUJHUVI2MLniI-WqYYl88eA0i7ONy520Ir1P7ExNm9tetT106sDKKNuXoOy6RsuDBT5IcGl6-0h_Bzqnzzk_vz5lhn4QKy4ZEwpxjlpSsOClOzpEA8YQd0VLTGBAQYJMA1UjaP4Pss7KmAKf6uLrg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4032" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcKzk9hA-AFAwMgdNuNS3fBP3X69eLm37q3CQ-OzUJHUVI2MLniI-WqYYl88eA0i7ONy520Ir1P7ExNm9tetT106sDKKNuXoOy6RsuDBT5IcGl6-0h_Bzqnzzk_vz5lhn4QKy4ZEwpxjlpSsOClOzpEA8YQd0VLTGBAQYJMA1UjaP4Pss7KmAKf6uLrg=w679-h320" width="679" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">That was my experience of LIPA graduation in
2019. And then we had a global pandemic. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As a consequence, there was no graduation ceremony in 2020
or 2021. As anyone with children will know, the last two and a half
years were incredibly difficult for students, and we have yet to see the full
extent of the fallout from nearly three years disrupted education. While my
main concern was for the outcome of my own children’s A Level and GCSE results,
it did occasionally cross my mind that those LIPA students who graduated in the
two years of the pandemic missed out on their special day, as did their proud
families. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Which is why, last week the ACC arena in Liverpool held
graduation ceremonies over two days bringing back the students who missed out
during the pandemic to receive their awards in-person alongside this years’
graduates who had completed either degree or foundation certificate programmes.
Paul McCartney flew back from his holidays to attend on both days (Monday 25<sup>th</sup> and
Tuesday 26<sup>th</sup> July). <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Throughout the pandemic the former Nerk Twin was able to
stay in touch with LIPA by running his annual songwriting mentorship sessions
online as well as participating in an online Q&A with students and staff.
However, this year’s graduation was the first time he had been able to meet the
students in person since 2019. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In fact, Paul had been back on Merseyside at least since the
Sunday. My friend Ian Doyle, tour guide and proprietor of the Mad Day Out
Beatles Taxi Tours arrived at the McCartney family’s former home at 20 Forthlin
Road on the Sunday morning to be greeted by the National Trust guide, who
informed him he’d just missed Paul by minutes. As you would expect, Ian’s
guests were absolutely devastated! <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It's likely that Paul was doing his usual trip around the
old haunts, as he seems to do every time he returns to Liverpool (see September
2021 for his last known visit). <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The graduation ceremony usually takes place on or around 26<sup>th</sup> July,
so I’d already booked the Tuesday off work when I found out it was going to be
held over two days. Knowing Paul was definitely going to be there on
the second day I resisted taking the Monday off as well, though some of my
friends did. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I’d been slipped a copy of the timetable for the ceremony in
advance so I had a rough idea of what time Paul would be arriving at the
ceremony and, with military precision he arrived on both days just after 1pm in
a chauffeur-driven maroon Lexus. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On the Monday, a crowd of twelve people were waiting at the
garage on the side of the ACC arena when Paul arrived. He stepped out of the
car, waved at everyone, and made peace and thumbs up gestures. For a moment it
looked as though he was going to approach the crowd when a local paparazzi
stepped over the threshold of the garage causing Paul to recoil and take a step
back. ACC employees made a wall across the entrance as Paul disappeared with a
final wave to the fans. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqoEdSCvbFDd2Uy114fkteYZ1DA9O-Ml9wVSs76gpwUNqGL7mE9oxui16oGV74e7eR5-OheRQDgjo3pgQq_b9Vpe_f8hvmaBMfKz-1Xe7CfkRgqSRnz_qVjWxi5JOQ-RmymPf2F3X8RQwIAhVjYljo5aWzkhXg4011jFi29b4W5rpg4Ky8dkKOkEHq4w" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="947" height="656" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqoEdSCvbFDd2Uy114fkteYZ1DA9O-Ml9wVSs76gpwUNqGL7mE9oxui16oGV74e7eR5-OheRQDgjo3pgQq_b9Vpe_f8hvmaBMfKz-1Xe7CfkRgqSRnz_qVjWxi5JOQ-RmymPf2F3X8RQwIAhVjYljo5aWzkhXg4011jFi29b4W5rpg4Ky8dkKOkEHq4w=w302-h656" width="302" /></span></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj08BGACZJ4c-4ZcYu8fdVb4eAQmpt-N2ZJRPe8j73r3HTE7XLz4ZkW63MtE0Fuo7disqMaE_wkQTsrta7itQLgyt6cieTGytpklN2gMxIcPvF3MOy4ty3aW8PgEFhuO5SVJGyJAZ29ow60wHUUcNNBtWflsoSafx3UF-YNGnJXyvhz7el50jo7Wf1J0Q" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="946" height="657" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj08BGACZJ4c-4ZcYu8fdVb4eAQmpt-N2ZJRPe8j73r3HTE7XLz4ZkW63MtE0Fuo7disqMaE_wkQTsrta7itQLgyt6cieTGytpklN2gMxIcPvF3MOy4ty3aW8PgEFhuO5SVJGyJAZ29ow60wHUUcNNBtWflsoSafx3UF-YNGnJXyvhz7el50jo7Wf1J0Q=w305-h657" width="305" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">These photos were taken on the Monday by my friend, 'Super-sleuth' Angela Leighton-Jones. (above and below)</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjq9kO4UQz0JICLgurenzoTBde4Hi6kPFLcgfamRHiODm0ZYYnv9REZrmVHrHgCscUUqjXeCWrZVyonkgmx2uloHBBKLq8KSR-h0kkZqtRDG-Jy3USDbyZ_Qd1-UBNt1pwhRCMfa2PYjrL6XJqkvAJT4NXE8Oy02MWkNZETQsY0ipfVfBS5v_lxKIsH4w" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjq9kO4UQz0JICLgurenzoTBde4Hi6kPFLcgfamRHiODm0ZYYnv9REZrmVHrHgCscUUqjXeCWrZVyonkgmx2uloHBBKLq8KSR-h0kkZqtRDG-Jy3USDbyZ_Qd1-UBNt1pwhRCMfa2PYjrL6XJqkvAJT4NXE8Oy02MWkNZETQsY0ipfVfBS5v_lxKIsH4w=w675-h900" width="675" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b> </b> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Those who waited for him to leave told me it was harder to
see him because he got into the back of the car inside the garage. He did wave
at everyone as he left. </span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On Tuesday I arrived at the ACC around
12.30pm. Clearly word had got out that Paul was going to be there
and as a result there were more fans and photographers waiting than the
previous day. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I hadn’t been there long when a black car with blacked out
windows arrived. As soon as it was inside the garage the ACC staff immediately
formed a cordon across the entrance while another member of staff pulled the
garage doors across to prevent anyone standing outside from seeing who it was
who getting out the car. The paparazzi tried to photograph the unknown
celebrity by sticking his camera lens in any gap he could find without success
while a few of the assembled crowd, assuming it was Paul McCartney started
hurling mild abuse in the vein of ‘Macca you miserable get’ into the darkened
garage as the doors were closed firmly shut. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Recognising that wasn’t Paul’s style, in addition to knowing
that the day before he’d arrived in a maroon Lexus, I tried to assure the
disappointed onlookers that it wasn’t him and they should hang around a bit
longer, though some did actually leave. As for who it was in the
blacked-out car, it has been suggested that it might have been the notoriously
private Rowan Atkinson, but I have absolutely no evidence to confirm or deny
this. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1874" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzHE_1QvIMQbBXTGn5F6bL07HsEJ2AL4dcC07ex6fOaC0eHCr993HZpjBwMNW1IcEqyHOeM5TRnlmqYlH1LN2locBRvt0wBDhDFqUrxlTa1F76Bf_b0MQXIP6dDTsSmQET4H7KUcsMtjeHhg398DjpIDdzB1aENTGXxRRqN8lxtSoRe1X4vzaUBp9Gyg=w675-h388" width="675" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrghJuaXMbhig-GtUZlMK5RVBW9J_K4nYohhSffhOlrB1-TDRnNDvYI7pJZwcoGzdNtlZ5SpFsBrU2NZ-t_bfc5ZAegUADDuP4ubwrVvW1anpA6JgOvFDleyPBv6Bn1lmXHA-ZRZ9-8zfuZ7T_kHUtRiALNR1Tbi382qagn_K9JNYxGXbKkzhxyPTjmw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2325" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrghJuaXMbhig-GtUZlMK5RVBW9J_K4nYohhSffhOlrB1-TDRnNDvYI7pJZwcoGzdNtlZ5SpFsBrU2NZ-t_bfc5ZAegUADDuP4ubwrVvW1anpA6JgOvFDleyPBv6Bn1lmXHA-ZRZ9-8zfuZ7T_kHUtRiALNR1Tbi382qagn_K9JNYxGXbKkzhxyPTjmw=w677-h360" width="677" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Paul arrived, as planned, just after 1pm in what I was told
was a carbon-copy of the previous day. We were asked to stand clear
of the garage doors, which we did, Paul arrived, waving from the back seat, the
car parked in the garage and the ACC staff again formed a loose wall across the
entrance. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1251" data-original-width="1878" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivg7OJBf8nIg9wBQ6Vf_kz4x6EgiVW6gOCQ3uz3B6J7T6bDelhr5O_jR2TPEkHBcEaxSM6RB8LjDT9sqOHQXlhQTk93xKhrkE3mR-iW7Qjm3SVTxPNqFXilGrVz4FHMjlw5Fw-xlOU86UzotjLpfASbDcNozF3FfVnJFTTcz_qXpdCOtm92I9RMDbtIQ=w678-h451" width="678" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Paul got out and raised two thumbs above his head while
the air was filled with calls from the crowd ‘Alright Paul!’ (me) / ‘Paul!
Paul! Paul!’/ ‘Love you, Paul! (a local man)/ ‘I’ll be your temporary
secretary’ (a saucy little madam]/ ‘Thank you Paul!’/ ‘They say it’s your
birthday, it’s my birthday too yeah…’ (a bit late with this last one in my
opinion) being the highlights.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOhlO8arPISFZlQ85yxlMs95sw_dAM6OQPgIP9p0-pZbcVrWmV-m-hb6knvugbH8T07LXSHxpVBticM3pqa8SvJprlxQ5Jywu2BsHYxu8r3U4idBTo5W3OMBjzma0qTseOzKgget4QYjhx4-U6GFkPT6eUY-Bj23twpgbgzvEky-ck_FeY3m4ju_rKXA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1225" data-original-width="1837" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOhlO8arPISFZlQ85yxlMs95sw_dAM6OQPgIP9p0-pZbcVrWmV-m-hb6knvugbH8T07LXSHxpVBticM3pqa8SvJprlxQ5Jywu2BsHYxu8r3U4idBTo5W3OMBjzma0qTseOzKgget4QYjhx4-U6GFkPT6eUY-Bj23twpgbgzvEky-ck_FeY3m4ju_rKXA=w678-h451" width="678" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijwOV9B3bgYdDjaKsIQjPzc7HQk9nQx94IbNZZ0ppBab_l0o7StCjQeKc5idFIKIaIBr14eQ5OyDzJYfd3ze3jSZwS4AWNCF2oIon84lXjoqVtJpDRn4PyTMcheqLOePp16P49HPlnzj_Wehc9QQxr5JyQZ7J1uXTCTY2F0UN-k74P00Eyhf97pmAcbA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="678" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijwOV9B3bgYdDjaKsIQjPzc7HQk9nQx94IbNZZ0ppBab_l0o7StCjQeKc5idFIKIaIBr14eQ5OyDzJYfd3ze3jSZwS4AWNCF2oIon84lXjoqVtJpDRn4PyTMcheqLOePp16P49HPlnzj_Wehc9QQxr5JyQZ7J1uXTCTY2F0UN-k74P00Eyhf97pmAcbA=w678-h394" width="678" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoYFN5XhbZRvl1MnK0teSbQ8DVe-BxjC1nxN6OEStemIuwYrkfMM6JZfywRtyn9pIKypMRhdWBeJuc_UzXGf3dxqRMeC9pqF4uE2EIymR0sCKlhqlhDofy9LapBpXBMg2Pkj2360t333ws48lYyB8PTXMo9l2ufMajwTZrDQcZ_mLQZBH1x3Zxp68-tg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1413" data-original-width="1886" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoYFN5XhbZRvl1MnK0teSbQ8DVe-BxjC1nxN6OEStemIuwYrkfMM6JZfywRtyn9pIKypMRhdWBeJuc_UzXGf3dxqRMeC9pqF4uE2EIymR0sCKlhqlhDofy9LapBpXBMg2Pkj2360t333ws48lYyB8PTXMo9l2ufMajwTZrDQcZ_mLQZBH1x3Zxp68-tg=w676-h506" width="676" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg86PMGxb7XVZo398F6ZxzdcZ5fo6w3gTTFEu1E1UoEyfv_1xusJbSytTI9e5Gll6x7uYgmCZXkmbsTCwFB01tKO4jeYA0i4qfawN6Ptlzmz_br52WeBQSRefWO-RwDZEUJ6ulGYXOiLJWU-d479JKMkRhZiJTI1oGEnzM1PUM6XY6q-o7upMAoJIWDKw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1247" data-original-width="1801" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg86PMGxb7XVZo398F6ZxzdcZ5fo6w3gTTFEu1E1UoEyfv_1xusJbSytTI9e5Gll6x7uYgmCZXkmbsTCwFB01tKO4jeYA0i4qfawN6Ptlzmz_br52WeBQSRefWO-RwDZEUJ6ulGYXOiLJWU-d479JKMkRhZiJTI1oGEnzM1PUM6XY6q-o7upMAoJIWDKw=w675-h468" width="675" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We got a few thumbs up, waves, and he shouted something
inaudible (possibly <i>‘It’s not my birthday’</i>) before he disappeared
out of sight with Mark Featherstone-Witty who’d arrived in the garage to greet
him. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheyaJCAiXplRY8YJ23e6_H4el6dQMnuw-iiSgtj0g4z_rjWI5f2eCWCtqqALAqDPBgMk3-LaisoKd20Uxv7tCR9ziAh_G7I40zgxM5KZxhbpdmhjUWe0WT9LS1C8jbOBE6-34h87_YiEs3wa93bw50YAywkpBPTWnMbX8bvrLeqyfH1JB2DS7Y1-Bwgw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1353" data-original-width="2030" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheyaJCAiXplRY8YJ23e6_H4el6dQMnuw-iiSgtj0g4z_rjWI5f2eCWCtqqALAqDPBgMk3-LaisoKd20Uxv7tCR9ziAh_G7I40zgxM5KZxhbpdmhjUWe0WT9LS1C8jbOBE6-34h87_YiEs3wa93bw50YAywkpBPTWnMbX8bvrLeqyfH1JB2DS7Y1-Bwgw=w674-h449" width="674" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1206" data-original-width="835" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5PBNU2ls1j7zGKWrpbnCvQuees5js8rJqaxyUOFKiC63OBwn1UM1q_TYnHqILFOnns9hbm8nLWucN1uq_KmxU8jYxHIdoYz0vtYlB_J8PfUAHU3FSP7Vmgt-WXRftpYjtMUHJAo4GBDGFv7LON95Nl9ybJ8FxxMvzzuZVVFJzY9O3DhM-67Cs1257aQ=w676-h976" width="676" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Love your blog!</i> he's probably saying here.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The entire encounter lasted 75 seconds. </span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">And unfortunately, the vast majority of my photos were
utterly crap! Those of you familiar with The British Beatles Fan
Club magazine will be familiar with their legendary ‘crap photo of the month’.
Well, I’ve got enough to fill it for the next couple of years. The ones posted
here are most definitely the ‘best’. You should see the
rest. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We went to the pub for a bit with the intention of going
back to see him leave after the ceremony but while we there we got a text to
say Paul had left about 4.30pm (about two hours earlier than we’d
anticipated). <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">So instead, I walked to the Dingle with my friend Jackie
Holmes, who just so happens to own Ringo’s house in Admiral Grove. Of course, I
photographed every last inch of it, and the results will appear in a
forthcoming blog. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It is customary for Paul and Featherstone-Witty to pose with
the latest intake of LIPA companions and this photograph appeared in the evening’s
Liverpool Echo, as well as LIPA’s own website. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="810" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijg_dl_GZI7hXh9NfruX5df7A1Y-eXv91twesTlCcJ7BUD9xF1c8U337AojxqW7eQgkdQqeI6Q2Df7mZtepIhdnnRYSyI-yLqLTI8NciFHGqBwwfMhgFOkp3J0l82egb3lgUncnGC8YpuntlVrxfRZDKB8kXFpqi3AWolG8wTcWBISSY6vxN8rWpL0jA=w675-h449" width="675" /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Sir Paul McCartney and his LIPA companions for 2022, (left
to right) Paul Epworth, Mark Featherstone-Witty, Sir Paul McCartney, Sean
Jonathan Clyde, Georgina Kakoudaki, Katie Vine, Francesca Jaynes and Yaw Owusu
at the annual graduation ceremony for the Liverpool Institute of Performing
Arts (LIPA) (Image: PA) </span></b></div>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A report on the event appeared in the Liverpool Echo
confirming that 800 excited students joined Paul on stage for the
ceremony. That’s 800 individual handshake/kiss/portrait photographs
that the former member of Wings would have been involved in over the two days.
It’s a remarkable demonstration of his ongoing support.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">At the ceremony award-winning music ‘super-producer’ Paul
Epworth was made a Companion of LIPA by Sir Paul. Epworth has worked with
artists including Florence + the Machine, Rihanna and Adele, with whom he
shares an Academy Award for James Bond theme <i>Skyfall</i>.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Bafta award-winning film producer Jonathan Clyde, who
most recently produced <i>The</i> <i>Beatles: Get Back-The Rooftop Concert</i>,
also received a companionship of LIPA. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Others honoured as companions were the director of
programmes and production at The Royal Exchange Theatre, Katie Vine, theatre
director Georgia Kakoudaki, international set and costume designer Leslie
Travers, and choreographer and movement director Francesca Jaynes. The curator
of the Liverpool International Music Festival (LIMF), Yaw Owusu, was also made
an Honoured Friend of LIPA. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">These graduation ceremonies mark the last for LIPA’s
co-founder, Mr Featherstone-Witty who decided to retire as principal and CEO in
2021. He has been replaced by Sean McNamara. <span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In a 1997 radio interview, Sir Michael Parkinson asked Paul
if he considered LIPA to be his gift to Liverpool, his giving something
back? Paul, thought for a moment, and said <i>I don’t know
really, I suppose you could say that.</i> [1]<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The original focus of LIPA was to ensure sustained work for
people who want to survive in the world of arts and entertainment, while
ensuring that those who perform and those who make performance possible are treated
with equal parity of esteem. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">How successful LIPA has been in achieving this can be
measured by what happens to the students after they leave. A 2017 survey of
students who graduated in 2014 showed that 91% were in work, 83% of which were
working in the performing arts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Several former students have actually found work with
McCartney himself. At the Glastonbury festival his band was augmented by the
brass trio Hot City Horns, two of whom are alumni of LIPA. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">That really is the ideal, being able to do what you love and
are good at, while being paid to do it. <span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">[1] <i>Parkinson’s Sunday Supplement</i>, 1997
(available on YouTube)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-indent: -18pt;">Thanks to Angela for letting me use her photos,
and Brian Lewis and Jackie Holmes for the company. </span></span></li></ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Thanks to Jean.</span></span></li></ul><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></i></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Same Time Next Year,</i> Paul? </b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1345" data-original-width="2018" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZrmzN3FbRP-EnLPF-nj0H4utXxB9ViXlAtDrWWxUVOMMY4fJvr6AUZ-KVdbf80MFebiZk-Bsblz9zUCZvF_LCn9beqOLr1cBSzK3oPrnq3xxJ5HqcvUzgOPWKVWw-00UNgXtYEw2Uh_Kq_HqGTzGQ8EvWAhESrXJ1J9WgnBeFL5XyTn3ADttfMERaIw=w676-h450" style="text-align: center;" width="676" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p></div><p></p>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-65912052902962573662022-07-10T23:57:00.005+01:002023-01-23T00:33:20.379+00:00Celebrating the 65th anniversary of the day John met Paul<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>St. Peter's Church Hall,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Church Road,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Woolton,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Liverpool L25 </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRuCJtf32nHSwIr1qOwS6bGn8B13ecR9IP7AhylDO_WM-ele6TjYD5mqYfh9h9ZAh1n87R7znnGr9DEWJrJi0Ko0d3n02z5gIXgxFB6GbAf7WydTv5hLSrmPBxB7OCt1oBUVA3K4a-8rXauOqAOlnh_bVPwWuyOSyzOBkkssMj2rOp8DvgzLoX3WtVsA" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="1010" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRuCJtf32nHSwIr1qOwS6bGn8B13ecR9IP7AhylDO_WM-ele6TjYD5mqYfh9h9ZAh1n87R7znnGr9DEWJrJi0Ko0d3n02z5gIXgxFB6GbAf7WydTv5hLSrmPBxB7OCt1oBUVA3K4a-8rXauOqAOlnh_bVPwWuyOSyzOBkkssMj2rOp8DvgzLoX3WtVsA=w675-h342" width="675" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2022 is another year for Beatles related milestones (or millstones, as George Harrison once commented).</div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Following the recent media coverage of Paul McCartney's 80th birthday, and the almost universal praise heaped upon him following his astonishing, triumphant headlining performance at the Glastonbury Festival in June it would be quite easy to forget that 65 years ago this week he got the introduction that kick-started his career when his friend Ivan Vaughan took him to meet John Lennon and his group the Quarry Men at the Woolton Village Fete on 6 July 1957.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Last Wednesday, 6 July 2022, St. Peter's Church Hall opened its doors to the public, granting visitors free entry to where perhaps the most important introduction in the history of popular music took place. Over twelve hours a dedicated team of volunteers were on hand to welcome fans and invited them to take part in a singalong held between 10.30am and 12 noon. In the evening one of the volunteers, Chris Campbell held an Open Mic Night from 6.45pm to 10pm.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Yesterday, Saturday 9 July, the </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Church Hall was again open to the public between 10.30am and 3.30pm. As before there was free admission, though hopefully some of those visiting helped to swell the church coffers by purchasing some of the exclusive and tasteful souvenirs on offer which celebrate the connection between St. Peter's and the Quarry Men's 1957 appearance. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">From 6.30pm the Church Hall held a ticket holder and invited guests only event featuring the surviving Quarry Men in concert. I was in attendance at what turned out to be a great evening of fun and laughter with friends old and new. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">More of which in a moment. Let's first rewind back to that beautiful summer's day in 1957. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">By now the story is well known. The Quarry Men Skiffle Group comprising John Lennon (guitar, vocals), Pete Shotton (washboard), Len Garry (tea-chest bass), Colin Hanton (drums), Eric Griffiths (guitar) and Rod Davis (banjo) were there to provide musical entertainment for Woolton's teenagers alongside such attractions as the Band of the Cheshire Yeomanry, a display by the Liverpool Police dogs and the crowning of the Rose Queen (in 1957, Miss Sally Wright).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1169" data-original-width="827" height="647" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnZkWF03CrUAHIwdCIiyxPC-lL5B9v-1NbB9ajQto1a4-nmLqxdiGAaSZGDe1JOUhQGLkghsu2UUi-0ETODCw4yCGUHpfPjq0LeXvHrHDPsGk6GCv6XVB1qDusum6b7dL6eCf6k5qFqU6SGYWvhReb00Wlqi_Bx4cFlRAAo0R5M-Gi68MZEl_2v7uSdw=w458-h647" width="458" /></div><br />It was a big event in the village and attended in great numbers by the local 'Wooltonians' partly no doubt because <i>'there wasn't much else to do</i>' according to my own Dad who was in the Sunday School held in St. Peter's Church Hall a few years behind Lennon, Shotton, Davis and Vaughan, as well as others who enter the story of Lennon's early years in Woolton - Barbara Baker, Nigel Walley, Bob Molyneux and David Ashton.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">At 2pm the Quarry Men took part in a possession around the village, performing on the back of Doug Chadwick's flat-bed truck, Rod's dad James Davis taking two now well-known photographs as they passed his house on King's Drive. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbayWsRDrEF1wKUdSAP84YR0DW3cCcqauO2okPstjkH4metLTygFUUiwDhYVSJtTMJQx-_I16wiVmwA21qUxiYOX2DCGEnBDGKA5jKYG329NbfjUShiRMBsUQznbRMgjXSlvAYqU1I1IWsO_yKdJ97Jo7wIp8vZYsIE-PiheJZxZD4gXRJvF7LCMc-YQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="1337" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbayWsRDrEF1wKUdSAP84YR0DW3cCcqauO2okPstjkH4metLTygFUUiwDhYVSJtTMJQx-_I16wiVmwA21qUxiYOX2DCGEnBDGKA5jKYG329NbfjUShiRMBsUQznbRMgjXSlvAYqU1I1IWsO_yKdJ97Jo7wIp8vZYsIE-PiheJZxZD4gXRJvF7LCMc-YQ=w675-h462" width="675" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSg8OWcMklFRO1T0cRzKLwF4dw_wvAexqCRu1SfDm9GCukZS5ZKyG3eSae8u_AAX3qLLBOJhY8HUK-cqY0pF_RE0pRoJ80g23674ILf6s5yHJbIPYZL-Lcghe6mp49At6cPJN_CEAemeP-6qlogGNCqfGEHQATZduVG6RdStWeFGGDbP8U4LYZg3PxQw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSg8OWcMklFRO1T0cRzKLwF4dw_wvAexqCRu1SfDm9GCukZS5ZKyG3eSae8u_AAX3qLLBOJhY8HUK-cqY0pF_RE0pRoJ80g23674ILf6s5yHJbIPYZL-Lcghe6mp49At6cPJN_CEAemeP-6qlogGNCqfGEHQATZduVG6RdStWeFGGDbP8U4LYZg3PxQw=w676-h507" width="676" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Quarry Men on Kings Drive by James Davis (c) Rod Davis. Blended into 2017 by the author.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Once the procession arrived back at St. Peter's the Quarry Men set up on the permanent stage built on the field behind the church by David Ashton's father. Today the field is part of the adjacent Bishop Martin Primary School. Here they gave their second performance of the day, reportedly watched by John's Aunt Mimi, his mother Julia and her daughters / John's half-sisters Julia and Jackie, his Aunt Harriet and her son David Birch and a local lad called Geoff Rhind, who took a remarkable photograph of the Quarry Men during the performance, John centre stage surrounded by local children.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiImK2YVSeX2hRHisPJMUo-Ekezv6CU6D85DE7woEPi5-9-QcWZYPd0VOxsdDqlg8Eh4iRxhK8PpactI02fUDIiNlHUZ8_yKgk9jU1Uow3nPlgq-cayWAZcX58TggHOOTrh0uC_vfOV0SuP5zv3i6MMStfs0IMa11kS6eias0RGWHcEIw_RxCsvVJlykg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img data-original-height="692" data-original-width="691" height="679" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiImK2YVSeX2hRHisPJMUo-Ekezv6CU6D85DE7woEPi5-9-QcWZYPd0VOxsdDqlg8Eh4iRxhK8PpactI02fUDIiNlHUZ8_yKgk9jU1Uow3nPlgq-cayWAZcX58TggHOOTrh0uC_vfOV0SuP5zv3i6MMStfs0IMa11kS6eias0RGWHcEIw_RxCsvVJlykg=w679-h679" title="Geoff Rhind's famous photo of the Quarry Men: Eric Griffiths, Colin Hanton, Rod Davis, John Lennon, Pete Shotton, Len Garry" width="679" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Geoff Rhind's famous photo of the Quarry Men: Eric Griffiths, Colin Hanton, Rod Davis, John Lennon, Pete Shotton, Len Garry</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Also in the audience was Paul McCartney, brought to the fete by his Liverpool Institute friend Ivan Vaughan. Born on the same day in 1942, Paul would forever mention their shared birthday when talking about 'Ivy'. </div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Ivan's house ('Vega') on Vale Road backed on to John's house ('Mendips') on Menlove Avenue and they had been friends since the age of about 5 years old. However, Ivan was academic and for this reason his mother refused to send him to Quarry Bank High School, rightly predicting that Lennon's disruptive influence would destroy any hope her son had of achieving sufficiently high examination grades to secure a place at university, something Pete Shotton was to find out the hard way. This despite the fact that Ivan was 18 months younger than John and would not have been in the same school year. Ivan was instead sent to the Liverpool Institute, where he met Paul McCartney. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Outside of school Ivan remained great friends with John and their Woolton gang. Another of Ivan's Institute friends was Len Garry who lived close to the Penny Lane roundabout. Recognising something in Len which he thought John would appreciate Ivan invited Len to cycle over to Woolton to meet the gang. Len would later remember being passed a copy of John's self-produced <i>Daily Howl</i> comic and appreciating the humour and drawings, and when Ivan did the introductions, Len couldn't help but point out that John's surname was very similar to the Raleigh Lenton bicycle he was riding (a present for passing his 11+ examination). This seemed to break the ice and Len became a permanent member of John's gang. This group of friends formed the nucleus of John's band, the Quarry Men, which he formed in mid-1956 after hearing Lonnie Donegan's recording of '<i>Rock Island Line</i>'. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Colin Hanton was slightly older than the rest of the Quarry Men and was already a working man. He knew Eric Griffiths from the bus, and after mentioning he had recently purchased a drum kit he was invited to join the group once John had given him the 'once over' (checked him out). Similarly, when Rod Davis, an infinitely more academic Quarry Bank pupil than Lennon or Shotton acquired a banjo, they immediately conscripted him into the Quarry Men.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Ivan prided himself on only introducing 'great guys' to John Lennon and recognising that his similarly rock 'n' roll obsessed school friend Paul McCartney had a not inconsiderable musical talent he invited him to attend the fete. Paul accepted the invitation, later admitting his prime reason was because he hoped to pick up a girl and cycled the mile or so from his home in Allerton to Ivan's house. From there they walked up one of the hilly roads, probably Gladstone or Castle Street, to Quarry Street where they took the Mill Stile path over the quarry to Church Road. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">By the time Paul and Ivan arrived the Quarry Men were in mid-performance.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">One of Paul's often repeated memories of the day is how impressed he was by John's performance of the song 'Come Go with Me' by the Dell Vikings. Without knowing all the words John was improvising new ones using words he'd picked up from Country and Blues records: <i>'Come little darlin', come go with me, down down down to the penitentiary.'</i> Of course, no teenager living in south Liverpool was really sure what a penitentiary was, asking a girl to follow you into hard labour isn't usually a surefire way to win her heart. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Contrary to Paul's belief, John was <i>not</i> making these new lyrics up on the spot. As Rod Davis has often said, that was how they always sang it because nobody had the record, and they were reliant on writing down whatever lyrics they could discern from hearing it on the radio. It came up last night while I was chatting with him and he admitted to me that he had listened to the recording recently and even now the line John changed, 'Come go with me, don't let me pray beyond the sea' is still difficult to decipher. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">After their set the Quarry Men dispersed for a while. Colin Hanton remembers being with John in the scout hut where they were storing their instruments when Ivan brought Paul into the hut. He recalls the three of them making small talk while he was busy packing his drums away. This was earlier in the day before the famous introductions in St. Peter's Church Hall.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Colin went home for his tea, Rod likely did the same, and Nigel Walley, the Quarry Men's 'manager', had an asthma attack and left the fete. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Before the Quarry Men performed for the third time that day, on the stage in the church hall, Ivan made his formal introductions. John and Pete Shotton, Eric Griffiths, and Len Garry. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Paul borrowed John or Eric's guitar, turned it upside down and played and sang a note perfect version of Eddie Cochran's 'Twenty Flight Rock'. Then, brimming with self-confidence he went into his Little Richard impersonation. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">John wasn't going to let on, but he was astonished by the fifteen-year old's prowess (later admitting that he was 'shocked') and quickly realised Paul was better than everyone in his group. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>He really knew how to play the guitar. Until now, I was in charge of the group. And I thought, 'what happens if I take him in the band?' I realised that I would have to keep him in line if he started playing with us, but he played well, so it was worth a try. And he looked like Elvis</i>. [2]</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Lennon pondered whether it was better to have a guy in the band who played better than everyone else. Would this make the group stronger, or would it undermine his leadership of the group? He decided to make the group stronger, but he'd seek Pete's opinion first.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A few days later Paul was out cycling and bumped into Pete Shotton who told him John wanted him to join the group. Paul thought about it for a split second, and then said OK, but he was going to scout camp first. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Fast-forward 65 years...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It was another beautiful summer's evening last night and following a swift pre-show pint in the Elephant public house with fellow Beatles' historian and friend Steve Bradley, we made our way up Mason Street past the 'bughouse' as John, Pete and Len nicknamed the Woolton Cinema, to the Church Hall.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On presentation of our tickets, we were delighted to receive a delightful and unexpected gift. <span style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">Everyone attending the event was given a souvenir piece of stained glass from the original church hall windows, from the time of John and Paul's meeting, embossed with the number 65. My Dad would have loved that.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikau_zFQRFpoLpQEy_PPAFrZ1Zh2RnbjWYwp7x8w8na4kMX8s7ZlGKQeIc3VfAu-ZPH13RtVMCk84ZF5t9cRMFLmUGlEJcQpPwqMmoFKRsrvvwjocXQbafUyFri6M4O9zgneZu7xerrC4I9jg5TINhzv10bCUfVFSuDxwI5wdRJ7FuRbUngRtGuCWiZA" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1327" data-original-width="795" height="606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikau_zFQRFpoLpQEy_PPAFrZ1Zh2RnbjWYwp7x8w8na4kMX8s7ZlGKQeIc3VfAu-ZPH13RtVMCk84ZF5t9cRMFLmUGlEJcQpPwqMmoFKRsrvvwjocXQbafUyFri6M4O9zgneZu7xerrC4I9jg5TINhzv10bCUfVFSuDxwI5wdRJ7FuRbUngRtGuCWiZA=w364-h606" width="364" /></span></a><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3760" data-original-width="1541" height="611" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4_RNuPT_eIFcHkAkdgne3ujMB7AXwRaZ-ajXrOG83loDdb80L99-eM2WKFRIC0XE9jbFLTSoJaNMQ4QejwUSSua4bxYPQXWf7RGhvbR5Srcr87Rrvti-5gzaZR4dqQ4TXDk0_TG-lG8BUJRHDTzu3xmTgpi-5WglEjinOV_JsXgitkjs9xkJhMMtcRg=w249-h611" width="249" /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tables had been set out in the hall which was already near capacity when we arrived. Thankfully an advance party of our friends had saved us some seats on the front row. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking around the hall I was happy to see so many familiar faces - the Quarry Men of course, representatives from Strawberry Field, John Lennon's half-sister Julia Baird, Beatles' fan-club secretary Freda Kelly ('Good Ol' Freda!')[3], Charles Roberts and his wife Sandria, and National Trust Custodian of 'Mendips' Colin Hall, Jean Catharell, Donna, Chris, Graham and the other volunteers from St. Peter's (whose hard day's work last night made the event the success it was), Bonni over from the States, Jackie Holmes, Phil from Liverpool Cycle Tours, Eddie Miles from the Manchester Beatles fan club and others I've inevitably and embarrassingly forgotten. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The evening provided a tasty buffet and while I personally don't recall any mention of it in advance there was clearly an option to bring your own booze. Thankfully my friends had come prepared.<br /><br />It wasn't long before the Quarry Men took to the 'stage', their instruments and equipment set up roughly on the spot where the historic meeting took place in 1957.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As with most of their appearances in recent years their line up included th<span style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">ree of John Lennon's original Quarry Men; Rod Davis (guitar, vocals), Len Garry (vocals, tambourine) and Colin Hanton (drums) and a Beatle on bass. When the Beatles returned from Hamburg in December 1960 Stuart Sutcliffe stayed behind. With bookings to fulfil Chas Newby, a friend of Pete Best, took over on bass for four gigs. Chas, incidentally the Beatles' first left-handed bass player who also shares the same birthday as Paul and Ivan Vaughan has been a member of the Quarry Men since 2016. My friend Chrisse Usenius joined them as second guitarist, playing lead on several songs. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnt0tVxzBEuVESkaqdv458sh2o6jkn7TOV5uXAnakcV-eFeLeTK8y4mdQlrwJtsmWdWfv2ueZKstUgRkkssPXlQTZArYRX8T7AfDuLT_l15MDn94OxzMLP1bB0tuz4F0rXsg_Dnt9n4eCTTJPbZJTKDeF_NPevQh_1zlmsoCAvldbLInR6kgDmGAsSQ/s4032/20220709_202315.heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="541" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnt0tVxzBEuVESkaqdv458sh2o6jkn7TOV5uXAnakcV-eFeLeTK8y4mdQlrwJtsmWdWfv2ueZKstUgRkkssPXlQTZArYRX8T7AfDuLT_l15MDn94OxzMLP1bB0tuz4F0rXsg_Dnt9n4eCTTJPbZJTKDeF_NPevQh_1zlmsoCAvldbLInR6kgDmGAsSQ/w304-h541/20220709_202315.heic" width="304" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; 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text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Quarry Men, clockwise from top right: Len Garry, Chrisse Usenius, Rod Davis and Chas Newby</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1258" data-original-width="2296" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxmJ4D7xyiGMOiNkjpSctLWmw4VztgDQT-a-InGO7vv1uPQ6xdrabY7jR7IoBTwlDS4l3JnF6XLIUgMmVen02hl8mv7IrnivbXE47Vi2UQ0BdvcgtPPN_gmFKyEkbC2qr3-cubNET0JWVTL0emVJ_7o-lKd-l2krVGSItnyyllDRpHaoSvYCeSlar-ZA=w640-h350" width="640" /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Quarry Men Set list, St. Peter's Church Hall 9 July 2022:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Maggie May</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Lost John</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Rock Island Line</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Freight Train</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Puttin' On The Style</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Mean Woman Blues</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Come Go With Me</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>In Spite Of All The Danger</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>That'll Be The Day</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Matchbox</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Mess Of Blues</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>One After 909</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>In My Life</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>Twenty Flight Rock</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Note: Set list also included the songs Memphis Tennessee, Blue Suede Shoes and Besame Mucho which were not performed [4]</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwD88tpwc24vHIHsmhQm4_9FCLlgO6jg679JOKWzRc0GS5mXE1uv3UY5lmkYst-CDraSU8pHT2Tco4O5TbnC1pATqXqkcLj2Y33NtXT7YPdYyeegI56FW7kNQkgl28j-YNXwTWQycy9LHJACCwh28NOF8OmhbXYB6PWqWIXgWiDEviuE6y8TKsF8hVHQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3055" data-original-width="2177" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwD88tpwc24vHIHsmhQm4_9FCLlgO6jg679JOKWzRc0GS5mXE1uv3UY5lmkYst-CDraSU8pHT2Tco4O5TbnC1pATqXqkcLj2Y33NtXT7YPdYyeegI56FW7kNQkgl28j-YNXwTWQycy9LHJACCwh28NOF8OmhbXYB6PWqWIXgWiDEviuE6y8TKsF8hVHQ=w456-h640" width="456" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><b>Last night's set-list (this one was Rod's) signed by all the Quarry Men, Charlie Roberts who took the first photographs of the Quarry Men at Rosebery Street on 22 June 1957, and the National Trust's Colin Hall, co-author of Colin Hanton's memoir <i>Pre-Fab</i>.</b> </span><span> </span></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Let's not forget the part these gentlemen played in the formative years of our favourite group. They downplay their own part in the story, despite us constantly reminding them, but put it this way, without them John Lennon wouldn't have had a group. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>As always it was a joy to watch them. Like Mr McCartney they're now all over 80 years old and still full of fun and it's the in-between song banter and taking the mickey out of each other that makes them so endearing to the audience [5]. Here's an example: </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Rod Davis: <i>There's a few dedications I've got to do here, and if I don't do them now I'll probably forget and get told off later. We'd like some applause please for Jenny and Pam, they are both members of St. Peter's and they were there on 6 July 1957, on the field behind so Jenny and Pam where are you? </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span>(applause) There's probably about seven or eight of you, apart from us guys who were there in 1957, if you were here can you stick your hands up.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span>We have a young lady whose birthday it is today, she was at the fete in 1957, her name is Alison, Alison will you stand up, come forward (applause). Here's another one, Erica, born on the 6 July 1957, not 'Born on the 4 July', and it's nothing to do with any of us guys either but more cake and flowers for Erica please. Two more, Barry and Jacqueline, married at St. Peter's, 9 July 1966, more cake and flowers (applause) and somebody left me a note earlier on, could we play 'Puttin on the Style' for their Grandad, who is 111 today (gasps of astonishment). Hang on I've just looked at it again and no, he's ILL. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6Pew_07O5yA2ZLhEhlSf7LX7ixkkfHVJVY80KPfMfqqN7t-Jp6uoWhuHQKBM2UqbNLgwOHNYru23p8JRiOPEBMNn4JfemcnCTQFWRGlMWu0AOduKwKmLyZQt0CGZveQfnhRJHZjlu6fUXvHXVIerkIPc3JkXGdi_DqvoLGAG3XZPd8beYNnDGKW77eA" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="1080" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6Pew_07O5yA2ZLhEhlSf7LX7ixkkfHVJVY80KPfMfqqN7t-Jp6uoWhuHQKBM2UqbNLgwOHNYru23p8JRiOPEBMNn4JfemcnCTQFWRGlMWu0AOduKwKmLyZQt0CGZveQfnhRJHZjlu6fUXvHXVIerkIPc3JkXGdi_DqvoLGAG3XZPd8beYNnDGKW77eA=w673-h364" width="673" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>It's customary during Quarry Men appearances for audience members to be invited up to join them on a song and accompany them on washboard or tea-chest bass - the choice is yours! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>A few years ago, Rod Davis invited me to play washboard with them at the Penny Lane Development Trust. It was only the one song ('Midnight Special') but it was such a thrill afterwards to be able to say I'd joined that elite club who could say they had performed alongside musicians who'd played with members of what would become the Beatles, and in Colin's case <i>three</i> members of the Beatles. I jumped at the chance to do it again last night, as luck would have it on one of my favourites, Lonnie Donegan's 'Puttin' on the Style'. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHGOML97AeCaiPzWvVlMiNMFFXTbggVXhYDPT3VzHfOa4veEW0mp2UoprP4OSzhAPmPAHK6tnfejFQGSgq58w-JdwVzxIhH_zLnfoHfHawZAIdl-IiV3lY7udiP_TrcQhK0GyXflG-B5REFxzXsTbBxCQUlB8EpE8ap_8BwSLoefVjAitlQakN8FGEdg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="1080" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHGOML97AeCaiPzWvVlMiNMFFXTbggVXhYDPT3VzHfOa4veEW0mp2UoprP4OSzhAPmPAHK6tnfejFQGSgq58w-JdwVzxIhH_zLnfoHfHawZAIdl-IiV3lY7udiP_TrcQhK0GyXflG-B5REFxzXsTbBxCQUlB8EpE8ap_8BwSLoefVjAitlQakN8FGEdg=w678-h371" width="678" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><b>The author on washboard with the Quarry Men (photo: Jean Catharell)</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIe7L_ioTVHdv7fJ6-V3TFrrh1_RL9RENi8WGRxr9cVMxJoU6GBqIxr_tFILTKKSVJVztiuXlIYOcktShfxvUfepiOXh2Nv-tws5jiP85L4jDEub46L-_taXB8do4lle9g7SJCgCp6JdasuRprzOsnmhjNlghGgXC_3CPvAkM3wY9M8xCGVLtc8m4LpQ/s4032/20220709_204001.heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIe7L_ioTVHdv7fJ6-V3TFrrh1_RL9RENi8WGRxr9cVMxJoU6GBqIxr_tFILTKKSVJVztiuXlIYOcktShfxvUfepiOXh2Nv-tws5jiP85L4jDEub46L-_taXB8do4lle9g7SJCgCp6JdasuRprzOsnmhjNlghGgXC_3CPvAkM3wY9M8xCGVLtc8m4LpQ/w676-h380/20220709_204001.heic" width="676" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07mpuMKlJTjVRVTEBKqFcHLjchsZlefHHxJM1NHaM2sWU6ZKlSD66y4as0Q5bY0wRTg3N4LTc03fdfMnMRU68f3E0V_ORQQXq1ghtR4fGxIKlDLr1tK1zy4AjpMtgSiAqI1t4Gg7cWoFXPbOo6evPn7k-vx2dqOuL5qSTwAxPAS3yZewBVAe4XoV2TQ/s4032/20220709_204125.heic" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07mpuMKlJTjVRVTEBKqFcHLjchsZlefHHxJM1NHaM2sWU6ZKlSD66y4as0Q5bY0wRTg3N4LTc03fdfMnMRU68f3E0V_ORQQXq1ghtR4fGxIKlDLr1tK1zy4AjpMtgSiAqI1t4Gg7cWoFXPbOo6evPn7k-vx2dqOuL5qSTwAxPAS3yZewBVAe4XoV2TQ/w678-h381/20220709_204125.heic" width="678" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span>Afterwards there was the usual rush forward to get things signed and request photographs but afterwards it was possible to sit and chat with the Quarry Men. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Colin Hanton told me about his meeting with Paul McCartney backstage at the Liverpool Echo arena in 2018 after not seeing each other since 1959, the re-issue of his excellent book Pre:Fab, co-written with Colin Hall. Colin Hall told me about their hopes for the film that's been made based on Colin's book and when they expect it to be released (probably on Netflix). </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>A couple of years back, Rod Davis sent me an email where he'd taken the trouble to share with me his memories of the shops, pubs, and public facilities in Woolton Village, particularly those with a John Lennon story attached. His recollection of detail is superb, and I suggested he should follow Colin and Len's lead by writing his own memoir. Last time we met he told me was thinking about it. Last night he told me he'd written about 80,000 words. I mentioned I'd enjoyed the recent Billy Bragg documentary about how the song 'Rock Island Line' kick started the UK Skiffle boom (the Quarry Men featured in the programme in segments filmed in St. Peter's church hall) and, presumably for the purposes of his memoir, Rod told me he'd actually been examining various recorded and transcribed versions of the song recently and come to the conclusion that Donegan had either made up some of his own lyrics ('tollgate') or had based his version on somebody else's none-sensical version of the lyrics, there being no such thing as a tollgate. Shades of John Lennon and his penitentiary improvisations. It's this attention to detail that I'm sure will make Rod's book a must-read.</span></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLZgYAhOI63gIxeVCmQZWHA7rZRl58GJRv4wll3IK-48RsvTf58vv0GJu2v5PCHZ7QK5MN2JztUZQGkYhb39HDpAhtRWzOfsVpZVEjS41EuD5p8P7OJfUUflx_HJ20QzwpFTnfG9Y70FPzJvsF7GXafxlljZbUtGjGFHS0tAzbJSb0GdVhyPD1UKnQwA" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="505" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLZgYAhOI63gIxeVCmQZWHA7rZRl58GJRv4wll3IK-48RsvTf58vv0GJu2v5PCHZ7QK5MN2JztUZQGkYhb39HDpAhtRWzOfsVpZVEjS41EuD5p8P7OJfUUflx_HJ20QzwpFTnfG9Y70FPzJvsF7GXafxlljZbUtGjGFHS0tAzbJSb0GdVhyPD1UKnQwA=w674-h505" width="674" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZ5upY2s747XxpqFeYjrg8z6iMM88cDe2sJ216K3vDhp0i7K2L_EOdYifU_7SElsMP8wodxHHvX716E5UOuBh3G7939HSc1UeSyLxAgcw7ZnLsgzK9yZv_1wGXehNKtMaxqOXZRWTJR39dXWkqMRB3DJRfeQJZmUP4SpQfkbSE4vz3eYLvSC0q0MM9nA" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZ5upY2s747XxpqFeYjrg8z6iMM88cDe2sJ216K3vDhp0i7K2L_EOdYifU_7SElsMP8wodxHHvX716E5UOuBh3G7939HSc1UeSyLxAgcw7ZnLsgzK9yZv_1wGXehNKtMaxqOXZRWTJR39dXWkqMRB3DJRfeQJZmUP4SpQfkbSE4vz3eYLvSC0q0MM9nA=w674-h506" width="674" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>I should also mention the other group who performed last night - <b>The Shakers</b>, who have a Sunday residency at the Cavern Club and perform accurate and exciting versions of songs from the Mersey Beat era, Some Other Guy, Money and Hippy Hippy Shake being particular standouts for me. By the end of their first set they had some of the audience on their feet dancing. Highly recommended. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTJR54os7DirJWisV2eXSHI2DzYWzHQoFnd-g65xJkxMSt8h0-6vYz4vEIvz-0qMsoerpqDa-91bemPH_jzkJ0EopR4IhD6TSVKbw7uQkBGV2w0v7AOtvhmsiHUrmQIo82bT3F4S8C-iX6L3ocExpTHTeBncJSTp2hfSi1EOM5P84InAjT8WuN_xBMtw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTJR54os7DirJWisV2eXSHI2DzYWzHQoFnd-g65xJkxMSt8h0-6vYz4vEIvz-0qMsoerpqDa-91bemPH_jzkJ0EopR4IhD6TSVKbw7uQkBGV2w0v7AOtvhmsiHUrmQIo82bT3F4S8C-iX6L3ocExpTHTeBncJSTp2hfSi1EOM5P84InAjT8WuN_xBMtw=w676-h507" width="676" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><!--more--></span><span>After a final pint in the White Horse it was time to head for home. Steve had parked close to the Church Hall and as we passed it we found Rod Davis and a friend waiting outside, struggling to get a taxi.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rod was staying with his friend near Penny Lane so Steve offered them a lift and they gratefully accepted. For the next 15 minutes or so we got Rod's memories of Woolton Village, including tales of John Lennon's shoplifting, Woolton baths, Quarry Street and Strawberry Fields. I asked Rod if he'd seen the recent 'Get Back' film, knowing from past chats that he has a memory of being in Savile Row on the very lunchtime the Beatles gave their rooftop performance. Wouldn't it be amazing if he'd spotted himself on the pavement? He said he hadn't because he couldn't sit through six hours of it. I didn't tell him it was nearer eight! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">A really excellent evening with good company. Thanks to Steve for the lift, Jackie for the gin, the Quarry Men and the Shakers for the music and Donna, Chris and everyone on the team at St. Peter's for organising the event and making it such as success. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Notes:</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">[1] From Paul's speech inducting John Lennon into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">[2] From 'The Beatles' by Hunter Davies. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">[3] Sorry, I can never resist. From the Beatles' 1963 Christmas Record.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">[4] I'm almost 100% they weren't performed. The gin I was drinking wasn't that strong surely? </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">[5] Taking the Mickey Bliss. Cockney rhyming slang for <i>taking the piss</i>, i.e. making fun of someone. </span></div></div></div></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-57074589693530276732022-05-29T12:44:00.004+01:002023-01-23T00:41:48.988+00:00The Epstein family in Walton: The seeds of a business empire (1896 - 1962) (part two)<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In part two, we look at how Brian Epstein's grandfather Isaac Epstein's furniture store rapidly expanded along Walton Road in the 1920s, the introduction of his sons Leslie and Harry to the family business, the increasingly impressive homes this new wealth enabled him to buy, and ultimately how in 1929 he was able to purchase the long-established North End Music Stores. </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="582" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1JKfIPKCkndF5j0I4rBeUzV0pmMjRkDS1xg3BFO6y5by_otACbOvGPIIYOmCDNPvN_ZRRX6AASXsqLK3ExwiDLwxrigqZNxRDdq7o-9f7X5UTE6AJUOcftBOyGWSbudEYRZyZ7Y013wXXInYLh8tQTIAFuOahSPtPmkGnIV68f-R5SG2VQkzzASqexw=w640-h300" width="640" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span><!--more--></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="960" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcy6V3ITJEUPNmNX4ytQaRbDzJtGp-Qjh0FCb1yiIMx26UvxcxMio4qP7Wb-_zpH3cWBEwEvoLFiHqnpBdWGMWzzem36c2Lk79anxLpXlQwOHEjxPDkIVZPg8GPdHvR06ZaJKktAvy8E5gcL90s9iko0aVwltxx7r0Rk7R7cbtUK1ghjor5XdstDU6ew/w674-h440/walton-road-and-fountains-road-kirkdale_20828526835_o.jpg" width="674" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A contemporary photograph of Walton Road showing No.s 86-90 between Fountains Road (L) and Woodhouse Street (R). Isaac Epstein's original shop at 80-82 was on the next block to the right of the photograph.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This whole block, together with the adjacent row (No.s 92-100) disappears from maps from around 1946 suggesting they were destroyed by enemy bombing during the Second World War. There are records of bombs landing in this area in September 1940.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Facing the above was 79-89 Walton Road, with 89 being the Fountains Abbey public house on the corner of Fountains Road. (see below)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7t_Bf1iO-t9jDzxcwE2WOftf_DD1TrisHGDwuNxIfW181nAxFQEaCmGVfeXacbn65-PgUZ8-dtyNT9_ZSfzx8vqctp3jxPcOYLP8GLGv8DrevhXba-ci-LraxkU5x_RWsHNA2ieU98hSy9tyrsnw7sFPyEkv6ssgkFDfKTgYqQUsYB5KMc_VGFQj6Aw/s500/Fountains%20Abbey%20walton%20rd.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="500" height="544" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7t_Bf1iO-t9jDzxcwE2WOftf_DD1TrisHGDwuNxIfW181nAxFQEaCmGVfeXacbn65-PgUZ8-dtyNT9_ZSfzx8vqctp3jxPcOYLP8GLGv8DrevhXba-ci-LraxkU5x_RWsHNA2ieU98hSy9tyrsnw7sFPyEkv6ssgkFDfKTgYqQUsYB5KMc_VGFQj6Aw/w680-h544/Fountains%20Abbey%20walton%20rd.jpg" width="680" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">In common with many areas in Liverpool that were once densely populated, the pubs have long outlasted the streets they once served, their houses swept away by the mass compulsory purchase orders of the 1960s. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQV0lKhA3SeUrsRmkD03SzsZ4BnBvrRShJq3I_oVnDsESdCHI1Sk0h4ggO9Rqazsnhvdrnj6s4pBuHEUG3gqxXmZplmyMJ_8A48L6LCrCl-JZLSxe9i7hZer9W-AapGhyJJkQobtCHqr234ZyloKe6pB1-XWgkSMPwnmUjy3PTFTzf4HWwGCieIPtZfw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2920" data-original-width="5184" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQV0lKhA3SeUrsRmkD03SzsZ4BnBvrRShJq3I_oVnDsESdCHI1Sk0h4ggO9Rqazsnhvdrnj6s4pBuHEUG3gqxXmZplmyMJ_8A48L6LCrCl-JZLSxe9i7hZer9W-AapGhyJJkQobtCHqr234ZyloKe6pB1-XWgkSMPwnmUjy3PTFTzf4HWwGCieIPtZfw=w675-h380" width="675" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>The Fountains Abbey</b> is one such survivor, photographed in 2022. Today these surviving pubs serve as helpful markers for historians when trying to place the position of buildings that are no longer there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: white;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: #666666;"><br /></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="background-color: #666666; font-size: medium;">24 Rockfield Road, L4 0SF</span></b></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="1096" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxaDdqztS0qq-YgnMPxjer73ZihcAY8L0bj4bor5mu1tuI88Kbz4kiOSUJPHTj1wXTtd7DusoEPEukdVeJQudJx9k7sj5_Mp-tUiCNQDvlQcA6OFFcm_E2itaoosBZdivc51KoGmjGdi1B-aVx7AmWPl8ynJxnAW-Oc8hVY4AJRITn2dqsFyYTZlntaw/w675-h403/1911%20census%20Epsteins%20-%2024%20Rockfield%20Rd.jpeg" width="675" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>By the time of
the <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">1911 census</b> the Epstein’s
furniture business was doing well enough for the family to move from the flat
above their shop in Walton Road into this terraced property, close to the stadium
of <b>Liverpool Football Club</b>. The household was listed as Isaac Epstein
(32) Furniture Dealer, born in Russia, Dinah Epstein, Wife (31) born in
Manchester, and their Liverpool born children Sarah (10), Leslie (9), Harry (7)
and Gertrude (3). They employed Dingle-born Sarah Swain (22) as a General
Servant.</span><o:p><span> </span></o:p></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><o:p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="1348" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdeo6FmEBJLXevzhbEGxNi-NV0FBw2HQDHmeIVA5YLlmbz2DialxDoJLo0D7xgARqkXJvyisUIW2sDBoN3DSZ7mgvEfWlBRlRPskQ1tM5bG0i8pzzCtiP94eZClDBNH2-d84vHxzFsgYz7F1K0MO6x2z1Qv1surqy8CzmmUhnZcQgfYAgV58ds-1x5_Q/w676-h424/24%20Rockfield%20Road,%20L4%20-%20Epsteins%201911%20(1).jpg" width="676" /></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>24 Rockfield Road, extreme right. Anfield football stadium is at the end of the street.</b></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><o:p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="810" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwG0StsKji59Gqjxwe_hgTB6petvS19zxhGANaOQyIjsfrG3vtmKoSC80aYDaX62LkbFBNfz9f9zBQjbMMwo7TjKOaRFQaFlGM9bopOXhShl8m7MnoPMuSg0k9NfHfqoA_86hSjURdr5jsqJXyL6J4Dt13QLe98Ap_pX2woligxWWwu7zFdEEX0H5PA/w675-h449/1_Doctor-Who-Anfield.jpg" width="675" /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><o:p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Fans of the
BBC science fiction series Doctor Who may recognise Rockfield Street. In
2021 the character Dan Lewis, played by the comedian John Bishop, was
introduced to the series. His fictional home is in ‘Granger Street’, supposedly
right next to the stadium of Liverpool Football club. Though clearly based on
Rockfield Street in Anfield, it was actually filmed in Llanmaes Street in
Cardiff with additional CGI effects.</span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">The Epstein links
don’t stop there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Doctor Who
premiered in November 1963<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> it
was produced by Verity Lambert, who, at 28 was not only the youngest but only
female drama producer at the BBC.</div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><span><!--more--></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqnQReBSvqqnUQDXu6zhESwJ7o6WKUE6yDrm1uol8G8VEV_NxOwkej9ZMaam8HsgUD1fwKrL33HvYuqreKnl5GsqMdvBaEhDEy3X-WCNbyWarXgunX9tk2lCu98c5HOmk4aqyF12YMhgleSRDk3_h_s1zRwkgR6dflGPovW_xfFTa6b4Xc9iyFxF4TA/s400/Verity%20Lambert.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="904" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqnQReBSvqqnUQDXu6zhESwJ7o6WKUE6yDrm1uol8G8VEV_NxOwkej9ZMaam8HsgUD1fwKrL33HvYuqreKnl5GsqMdvBaEhDEy3X-WCNbyWarXgunX9tk2lCu98c5HOmk4aqyF12YMhgleSRDk3_h_s1zRwkgR6dflGPovW_xfFTa6b4Xc9iyFxF4TA/w678-h904/Verity%20Lambert.jpg" width="678" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span>Verity Lambert, 1960s</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-weight: 700; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="500" height="908" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdXoHHjtZbYU3koM4eUAzF4Fk20gUjDYNkO-mGY6jnvNd_4ET2NtIcwzhM_WG4l_Nd-G4gll7SmwyrUN5on7yNPV37HBrHmn-Eisd8rWwxwiutijaIV5zeq_RL7jVTCeDA0NR13Hoc8sxsQQb-gC6E7mZLaTOYohUAYLzJL2BKSm6yDxfeZZNcTbiDA/w675-h908/with%20verity%20lambert.jpg" width="675" /></span></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Verity Lambert
and Brian Epstein posing for Brian’s cousin, Basil Hyman whilst on holiday in
Torquay, mid 1950’s during a trip to Kents Cavern.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="334" data-original-width="500" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9_yMHYsljA1a68UpWIsbEey7pB9xiRXqZXttI7CfS9NGg73vtXNdSluPIGJ6St422pQ3tEzOHRnSuLGrrgxu4Tuncmhrqs4R7osft2VXF3WnhZcPfhMXckBG6z1mYg4ufSaxkS8PABpP4OCVonF7ch36OcJqCzBMy19FuCUxwKxgcbq9O2vRqfwNDA/w676-h452/tumblr_bc98c928835c395f08aa507c5fb6e45f_fd867dbe_500.jpg" width="676" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p><span><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div></span></o:p><span><div style="text-align: justify;">The daughter
of a Jewish accountant, London born Lambert entered the television industry in
1956 when she worked as a secretary for Granada television in Manchester. The
details regarding how she encountered Brian Epstein in Torquay are
disappointingly vague. I can only surmise their families (the Lamberts /
Hymans) knew each other.<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCLweRib1T3VuoBdMGlnUEMTT7eD48kmcaAm169AKOMgRtug8nCn7AqHklj2LwJ14rQGTfeVQmxYQ18jIKNvYrfnGixwuNT6IscMaCHDJJFmpAfmdfCvtEDD2SKul1ue59MdcqwF-j7DvG3vaW-X-Jy5xvtrHuxaEoS3Ivdwu5KYD8UsO7oCG24hMKQ/s1343/278599794_10228943268352820_995205124357077468_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1343" data-original-width="1080" height="838" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCLweRib1T3VuoBdMGlnUEMTT7eD48kmcaAm169AKOMgRtug8nCn7AqHklj2LwJ14rQGTfeVQmxYQ18jIKNvYrfnGixwuNT6IscMaCHDJJFmpAfmdfCvtEDD2SKul1ue59MdcqwF-j7DvG3vaW-X-Jy5xvtrHuxaEoS3Ivdwu5KYD8UsO7oCG24hMKQ/w674-h838/278599794_10228943268352820_995205124357077468_n.jpg" width="674" /></a></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><b>In February 2022, Liverpool FC used Rockfield Road for this Abbey Road inspired match promo. Paul McCartney gave a memorable concert in the stadium in 2008, during the Capital of Culture celebrations.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPlRXkgUpmLe_1RDMjBgdP4zQOx5hCMn_gaIA1rXyCgt0kc3bwaYw8nnjD8yBYyGALiQN_IQhESi1ukZQGgNrXdiiCTi27h7Ol7RXJBw7FWL9JgvDZsdEPGm_9T_b1hRsaJ9NIvuNvnIAD7putUt2Tef787mTZMyA8_eVA7YJ-zK9d2CAiX6vTMJIoLg" style="clear: left; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="500" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPlRXkgUpmLe_1RDMjBgdP4zQOx5hCMn_gaIA1rXyCgt0kc3bwaYw8nnjD8yBYyGALiQN_IQhESi1ukZQGgNrXdiiCTi27h7Ol7RXJBw7FWL9JgvDZsdEPGm_9T_b1hRsaJ9NIvuNvnIAD7putUt2Tef787mTZMyA8_eVA7YJ-zK9d2CAiX6vTMJIoLg=w677-h450" width="677" /></a></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: white; font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="background-color: #666666; font-size: medium;">88
Anfield Road, L4 0TE</span></b></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">At some point
after 1911, Isaac and Dinah Epstein and their four children moved from
Rockfield Road to this fine terraced property in Anfield Road, less than two-minutes’ walk away.</div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ZGV8Dzi5fOHaHT3i2nOGFFzRQvRdK_lYQNNjNg9eoneX0sV1VXWagG2yIxM0s7EjapDU-px1D-GgMifdx9hXZaXqzdMx0_REzfMy4ok3uAwe-4Ixz3zWLTy8DDjAIAs-1l77HWJqcW3Eks6iRikcvXaUBOP6LZikxd_TLv0ZFxAdhbj20DwXdD_vfQ/s1449/88%20ANfield%20Rd,%20%20L4%20%20-%20Epsteins.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="966" data-original-width="1449" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ZGV8Dzi5fOHaHT3i2nOGFFzRQvRdK_lYQNNjNg9eoneX0sV1VXWagG2yIxM0s7EjapDU-px1D-GgMifdx9hXZaXqzdMx0_REzfMy4ok3uAwe-4Ixz3zWLTy8DDjAIAs-1l77HWJqcW3Eks6iRikcvXaUBOP6LZikxd_TLv0ZFxAdhbj20DwXdD_vfQ/w676-h450/88%20ANfield%20Rd,%20%20L4%20%20-%20Epsteins.jpg" width="676" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">In the 1921
census, Isaac’s two sons Leslie (18) and Harry (17) are recorded as having
joined the family business, now re-named I. Epstein & Sons, as furniture
dealer assistants. Their eldest sister Sarah (19) now uses the name Sadie. Also
of note is that having parted ways with Sarah Swain, they have a new live-in
domestic servant, Kate McNicholas (22).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKA204KuNGyPzhdcmlDh23Nyl39nh6XP92CPqcMP9wO9Vabp6CqHKjdHPfkwcDbRtrmcomd8IP_PYhM7ZYniskUGgme9SxIgUNrCtoflZLWFi7m8atBYGUIMD2OsNaOIp8aAh_14X3loYdM30Jpka6-1ibc3t62kTp1mV0yuIlm4RsIuP1ITNuEX9fcw/s6512/1921%20Census%20-%2088%20Anfield%20Rd%20-%20Epsteins%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2965" data-original-width="6512" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKA204KuNGyPzhdcmlDh23Nyl39nh6XP92CPqcMP9wO9Vabp6CqHKjdHPfkwcDbRtrmcomd8IP_PYhM7ZYniskUGgme9SxIgUNrCtoflZLWFi7m8atBYGUIMD2OsNaOIp8aAh_14X3loYdM30Jpka6-1ibc3t62kTp1mV0yuIlm4RsIuP1ITNuEX9fcw/w678-h309/1921%20Census%20-%2088%20Anfield%20Rd%20-%20Epsteins%20(1).jpg" width="678" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><!--more--></span><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Within six
years the increasingly wealthy Epsteins would be on the move again, to a larger
property on the same street.</span></div></span></div></div></div><o:p><span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></o:p><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="background-color: #666666; color: white;">71-73
Walton Road, L4</b></div></span><o:p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div></o:p><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">At the end of
1919 Isaac Epstein purchased further business premises at </span><b style="text-align: left;">71-73</b></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b> Walton Road</b> on
the block between Furness Street and the Halfway House pub, almost opposite the
original shop. </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmqNX0-ES-tnCMggt2Z_YIGL3YyrS38YL-CuWobbpXcZBBU2zldXSbpfNUhK3IwDeRoEaHCSp94XpZTU8A_hQYvxwnIa7mtFUb6Pxf7fBqxg3EqbVM16vp92qwUgGm6xWKWIUEJ2uKUpEyE-HEAftQjOYbonF2RTDwPZZEaTEur507qbmgXRUtTdg6hg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2920" data-original-width="5184" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmqNX0-ES-tnCMggt2Z_YIGL3YyrS38YL-CuWobbpXcZBBU2zldXSbpfNUhK3IwDeRoEaHCSp94XpZTU8A_hQYvxwnIa7mtFUb6Pxf7fBqxg3EqbVM16vp92qwUgGm6xWKWIUEJ2uKUpEyE-HEAftQjOYbonF2RTDwPZZEaTEur507qbmgXRUtTdg6hg=w680-h382" width="680" /></a></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>The Halfway House pub at 65-67 Walton Road</b><span>. Another survivor of the Epstein era.</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="270" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi34R53tivw81qbKhq3lc7vtNNYXUjT5URJ6maRQYIoIhcXGW6XjKv2W9KbCjjER-NeWqkeAnWVlqnXH9zCOMpxDHBb4qWbVhUBSL4w279tgvQ6XzLoBC749M2ZWllQDW3KY0T3iThDX-ssG2Z8W4p46Gw3iWBGdNjGYYTiFDg1JpJ3XbBD7v2CyRrH8w=w449-h356" width="449" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>Contemporary advertisements in the </span>Liverpool Echo<span> have
the company as I. Epstein & Son, in other words Isaac and eldest son
Leslie. Within a year Harry would also join the family business, the </span><i>&
Son</i><span> becoming plural.</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Epstein's only sold modern house furnishings on these premises for around six
years. The whole block between 69 and 77 Walton Road was purchased by Astoria
Entertainments (Liverpool) Ltd in 1926 to provide a site for a new ballroom and
billiard hall. Or at least that was the original plan. Construction was well
under way when the new proprietors caught on to the fact that cinema was big
business and called a halt to the building work. The plans were redrawn and the
Astoria, Liverpool's "ultra-modern talkie theatre" finally opened on
Monday 21 July 1930, with a screening of "Innocents of Paris"
starring Maurice Chevalier.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVmq9I_jNbUOwIOx21gXK_fepNKklerogyaUoByyHekxeUFwEP7XkGlQAJ3jw0UpxTrFHRKeX0GkGB0BdDTPF3RL9FS-bz65-lcz21pkCzkQmz3Yv65y2c5P4b2860pb57OG3a21YGXLdjRcnhT4HS4LQtfTimCPJD7CKf_d9LkEzZNtFRIxk1RYbELw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1024" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVmq9I_jNbUOwIOx21gXK_fepNKklerogyaUoByyHekxeUFwEP7XkGlQAJ3jw0UpxTrFHRKeX0GkGB0BdDTPF3RL9FS-bz65-lcz21pkCzkQmz3Yv65y2c5P4b2860pb57OG3a21YGXLdjRcnhT4HS4LQtfTimCPJD7CKf_d9LkEzZNtFRIxk1RYbELw=w675-h498" width="675" /></span></a></div><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Astoria Cinema was taken over by Associated British Cinemas (ABC) chain in September 1935. It was re-named ABC, Walton in December 1963, and was closed on 23rd February 1974 with Bruce Lee in “Enter the Dragon” and Tamara Dobson in “Cleopatra Jones”. </span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The building was then left derelict and suffered a decade of vandalism. In 1984 the stalls area was converted into a luxurious social club, with the former circle and upper parts of the building hidden by a false ceiling. It became a bingo club at the start of the 1990s until final closure in 2001. Sadly, the Astoria was demolished in 2008, ironically Liverpool's year as the European Capital of Culture.</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><!--more--></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1z4qnrCenaTxsZqBaDJro5RyNRJDJ-zPt5snY_c1vrgu8NpomE0uR6sXEOZyNDoI7qlmAZvdDBPiZBElCtX2WvNXq2VamwdXDK743k-FQNYuxo0q2Lc2dCq0of08IEf4fX6Y91aqWLOOEVIajJrrrslj55u2ACBigK0khrcZ0W_8s1CzuxnpmgwCbQ/s1379/Picture2.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1034" data-original-width="1379" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1z4qnrCenaTxsZqBaDJro5RyNRJDJ-zPt5snY_c1vrgu8NpomE0uR6sXEOZyNDoI7qlmAZvdDBPiZBElCtX2WvNXq2VamwdXDK743k-FQNYuxo0q2Lc2dCq0of08IEf4fX6Y91aqWLOOEVIajJrrrslj55u2ACBigK0khrcZ0W_8s1CzuxnpmgwCbQ/w676-h507/Picture2.jpg" width="676" /></a><span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In 1925 Isaac
and Dinah celebrated their silver wedding anniversary with a special dinner
held at the <b>Embassy Rooms</b> on Mount Pleasant in Liverpool city centre.<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></span></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><o:p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white;"><b> 62-66 Walton Road, L4</b></span></span></div></o:p><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #666666; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; background: rgb(102, 102, 102); color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><o:p style="background-color: #666666;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent;">Once Harry and
his brother Lazarus (known as Leslie) had joined the family firm, their father
Isaac founded "I. Epstein and Sons" and enlarged his furniture
business by taking over adjacent shops on Walton Road as they became available.</span></div></o:p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Number 64 was
purchased around April 1924 and the adjacent number 62, a corner property incorporating 1 & 1a Royal Street, towards the end of 1925. </div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Isaac took the opportunity to remodel the ground floor, knocking the two
separate shops through into one impressive salesroom, worthy of his modern
house furnishing enterprise.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On Thursday 12
November 1925 a large advertisement appeared in the Echo, heralding
the grand opening of new show rooms at 62-64 Walton Road and 1 & 1 a Royal
Street. The advert was headed by an artist’s impression of the new store
depicting a queue of customers hungry for discounted furniture (and the promise of a free gift) stretching from
outside the front door on Walton Road all the way around the corner of the
block into Royal Street.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span><span><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="559" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4bpM1iSAev3nxpDxvDHZii_7NuYX7UEI_kc0rAPr0lenmZi08Ispd32SOE88rqwS7ZzPI8DuxwWPmDoL8BSvYJt6Z99E4vjhxD5Q4l9Py2GTfxD8NPn1yz1B5ZjldE32tLteZvOdzI1xwRVjIVcFOSQR-XxjdGkanDUixFPnWOASdcprTMIyzZzjqBQ=w331-h640" style="text-align: justify;" width="331" /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><b>Liverpool Echo</b><b>, 12 November
1925. R</b></span><span><b><span>eference to 1 & 1a Royal
Street does not appear in any publicity literature after 1926, despite the latter being part of
Epstein’s as late as 1955</span><span>.</span></b></span></div></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><i>Echo </i>advertisements declared I. Epstein and Sons to be furnishers of repute, cabinet makers and upholsters, baby car specialists, purveyors of pianos and sideboards and household furniture of every description. </span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">However,
the Epsteins were not finished. Although parts of the UK were suffering from an economic downturn,[4] Isaac was
still looking to expand the business. Only two years after opening his new
show room, the shop next door became available. Visualising ever greater
displays of artistic furniture at pounds below the prices charged in city
emporiums he bought number 66 in 1927, and 68 before the end of 1929, further
extending his show room.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="908" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAcbylhu3V8B2Bj9PJxg970GM8Q6J3mX-rw1m3HuQYSLDomtdmDxb-MEG5FU5B0HELGIjqi6Hgm8KNuwCZXvospEMk3oJlv0a2Gw9lHlj4xyC-Ln2l0CsqyIgIs1nvJTy_K-FtFS5i7b7f0TykbD6aoGEoV60kKvvtl0j2j-MChA0gC12awy5tI4s9SQ=w576-h640" width="576" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;">Liverpool Echo</b><b style="text-align: left;">, 21 October 1927</b></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><b style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>The Epstein’s ever expanding business empire. The Epsteins have taken over the block of shops situated at 62-66 Walton Road in addition to their original 80-82 Walton Road address.</b></div></b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>1929
also saw the acquisition of a well-established company that had been a fixture
on Walton Road even longer than Epstein’s - the North End Music Store at
numbers 70-72 - right next door.</span></p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="233" data-original-width="477" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmWsR2qOQxu_jzjbL3bAL99wz4g05rNjSr88k-Yr5WPARcDyZgD9ov9o-RiruYC7ZPnbiRFdgHkOmPlpA2nq9jnsDg6dNTk645p2aMSftVNSmQTVpC96Fidka2ZQP_DR9by46glcShU_aaCxECQxzI65mbzXs-1nJ2DhZfCRJmXJmuD6F7TscXBlderA=w678-h331" width="678" /></div><o:p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div></o:p><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span>A 1930s photo
showing the Epstein empire on Walton Road. By this time their furniture
business extended into Royal Street (62-66 Walton Road seen on the right, a
drawing of which featured on their company stationary) and now included the adjacent
number 68. The Epsteins bought the NEMS’ store, at 70-72 Walton Road, in 1929. </span><span> </span></b></div></b><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><o:p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">You can read about NEMS in part three, coming shortly. </span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><hr size="1" style="text-align: left;" width="33%" /><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="font-family: Quicksand; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Notes:</b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> 23 November 1963, the day after the Kennedy
assassination and release of the Beatles’ second UK album, With The Beatles.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> Ray Coleman’s biography Brian Epstein mentions
Brian having a holiday romance in Torquay with a girl called Joanne Starkey (no
relation). You would naturally assume then that it’s Joanne in the photo,
except that the photo caption does appear to have originated with the
photographer (Basil Hyman) and the young lady does look very much like
Verity Lambert.</span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> Situated at 127 Mount Pleasant. </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">Built 1815-16, post the Battle of Waterloo it was
known as the Wellington Rooms. After its sale in 1923 it was renamed the
Embassy Rooms. The Rooms could be booked for parties, balls, or weddings but by
1930 the building was up for auction again. Between 1965 and 1997 it was known
as the Liverpool Irish Centre.</span></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-footnote-id: ftn4;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"> On 29
October 1929 a stock market crash on Wall Street caused a cataclysmic chain of
events which affected the economy of nearly every country in the western world.
The Great Depression, also known as the Great Slump affected the demand for
European exports upon which the UK economy was reliant, resulting in mass
unemployment in some parts of the country. Some industries fared better than
others. The Northwest of England was the centre of the textile industry, and
places such as Manchester and Lancashire were hit hard. The sudden limitations imposed
by the USA on the import of foreign goods, most of which were loaded onto ships
at Liverpool’s docks had catastrophic repercussions for the once thriving seaport
where unemployment was double the national average. </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">(c) Mark Ashworth 29 May 2022</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; 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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-82017824341640773632022-05-23T23:29:00.008+01:002022-10-22T18:18:41.514+01:00The Epstein family in Walton: The seeds of a business empire (1896 - 1962) (part one)<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In this blog I'm going to look at the Liverpool locations connected to the ancestors of the Beatles' manager Brian Epstein, all of which are found in the Anfield, Kirkdale, and Walton areas of the city. As we shall see, there is also a little-known location connected to Paul McCartney.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">80-82
Walton Road, L4 4AG</span><span style="background-color: darkblue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Brian Epstein’s
grandfather, Isaac Epstein was born in 1877 in Konstantinovo, a small town in
what is today Lithuania but was then part of a discriminatory and economically
backward Russian Empire. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Isaac was part
of the first wave of mass emigration from Lithuania that took place between
1865 and 1915. Some 700,000 left during this era and whilst the majority of the
first emigrants were Catholic Lithuanians, there were sizeable minority groups
of Jews, Poles and Germans. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Their reasons
for leaving varied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lithuanians were
heavily persecuted under Russian rule. The Lithuanian language was banned, young
men faced being conscripted into the Russian army for up to twelve years and
there were few non-agricultural jobs because of Russia’s decision not to create
industry in the country. Most Lithuanians were forced to live a serf-like
existence labouring for the local nobles. With the abolition of serfdom in
1861, Lithuanians gained freedom of movement but there was no accompanying land
reform entitling them to a piece of land. This remained in the hands of the mostly
non-Lithuanian nobles. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Although the
social standing of many of the ethnic minority groups was typically above that
of many Lithuanians in that they were never serfs, they were still subject to
many forms of persecution. At that time, a person was defined by their
ethnicity, language, and religion rather than their birthplace. Their
citizenship was Russian yet no community within Lithuania identified with it
except for those who were ethnic Russians.<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b>Ethnic minorities, and especially the
Jews, had less of an attachment to a country that was as culturally alien to
them as the United States, which is ultimately where nearly 350,000 Lithuanians
made their home, primarily on the East Coast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Another
330,000 travelled to other cities within the Russian Empire, 100,000 went to
what is now Latvia and around 20,000 went to the main cities of the UK, Canada,
Brazil and Argentina. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The son of
Samuel and Sarah Epstein, Isaac arrived in Britain around 1896, aged eighteen
or nineteen and speaking only Yiddish, a product of a pre-WW1 Lithuania when <span style="background: white;">minorities
typically did not speak Lithuanian or know Lithuanian culture and lived very
separate and different lives from the ethnic Lithuanian majority. </span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: white;">His personal reason for emigrating
is unknown but is likely to have been as a consequence of persecution, an
inability to earn money in his own country because he had no land, or to escape
conscription.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: white;">We do not know whether Isaac had
intended to make a new life for himself in America or if one of the main UK
cities had always been part of his plan but within</span> months of his
arrival Isaac found work in a Manchester drapery. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The business was
owned by Joseph and Esther Hyman who had emigrated from Poland to Britain
between 1871 and 1872. By the time that Isaac Epstein married their daughter
Dinah in early 1900 he was running his own furniture dealership at <b>80 Walton Road</b>, Liverpool.<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The previous owners
of Epstein’s furniture business were Nicolas and Johanna Freudenstein. <a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></span></span></a> Interestingly
they were also ‘Russian’ Jews so it may be that they were known to the Epstein
family back in Lithuania and acted as their Yiddish-speaking contacts in
Liverpool.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">In the 1891
census Nicolas Freudenstein gives his occupation as a ‘draper’, living at 49
Walton Road, a five-minute walk from his shop. Two years later an article which
appeared in the Liverpool <i>Mercury</i>
dated 4 July 1893 described him as a ‘furniture dealer’.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">By 1901 his
business had diversified again, and he is now a ‘China and Earthenware Merchant’,
having moved away from Kirkdale to 7 Seymour Street, close to the shops on London
Road in the city centre. Around 1898 Isaac Epstein had taken over the
Frudenstein’s drapery and furniture business, and their vacant premises at 80
Walton Road, which he renamed ‘Epstein’s’.<span></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="82" data-original-width="940" height="56" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjk1UUJuX0rveC2rWyxNwd5NjCzZ7XBS1JVqwzDQ47UiqpYGKD4b8x-i6R9cylfYaoJfYpD1_0VFVOMoL-0w88mMzHCdrY-Ypu6Sj_T_06kBb2S9TtuyneHPfACjT2ak-9BrhDe3z7tn02fat1YzVYCY8IpnMuqlAECrqdg9Nd10iSJIQbruxAp9kszQw=w640-h56" style="text-align: center;" width="640" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">An early advertisement in the <i>Echo</i> for a French Polisher at the Epstein’s store.<span><span></span></span></span></b></p><!--more--><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Following
their marriage Isaac and Dinah lived for the first few years above the shop,
and at the time of the 1901 census Rachael Epstein – Isaac’s sister – was
living with them. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Dinah was ‘with
child’ for much of their first few years of marriage. Isaac and Dinah’s
children were:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Sarah/Sadie b. 1901<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Lazarus/ Leslie b. 25 October 1902<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Harry b. 4 May 1904 (Brian
Epstein’s father)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Gertrude b. 1908<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Isaac became a
British citizen on 8 January 1904 when he took the oath of allegiance and
received his Naturalization Certificate.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7qhwISHtXR0oyqaXqkfwWQ3EteOj4vFJI8CDewum91wpCFyKf2klyzt_8K55HjgcOaDEV-NKVatOmgxoV2CQQn8C1qjTBXgqH1TcZVCDuvKfPV0ezKyd0kF0ysDmUs5YM-wgI38qh6bBrtRZYIjLAq-N2jhy2ZNgeNl87uI23VbKHKTLVl3HnV7ghCQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1394" data-original-width="940" height="716" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7qhwISHtXR0oyqaXqkfwWQ3EteOj4vFJI8CDewum91wpCFyKf2klyzt_8K55HjgcOaDEV-NKVatOmgxoV2CQQn8C1qjTBXgqH1TcZVCDuvKfPV0ezKyd0kF0ysDmUs5YM-wgI38qh6bBrtRZYIjLAq-N2jhy2ZNgeNl87uI23VbKHKTLVl3HnV7ghCQ=w483-h716" width="483" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b style="text-align: justify;">Isaac Epstein’s Oath of allegiance, sworn 8 Jan 1904.<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span style="line-height: 20.7px;">[3]</span></b></span></span></a></b><br /><br /><span><!--more--></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Certificate of
Naturalization to an Alien. <i>Isaac
Epstein, of 80 Walton Road, Liverpool...alleging that his is a subject of
Russia, born at “Chavadan, Konstantinodo” and is the son of Samuel and Sarah
Epstein, both subjects of Russia, of the age of twenty-five years; a House Furnisher,
is married and has two children underage residing with him, Sarah Epstein aged
2 years, and Lazarus, aged 9 months.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCQ6e122frKPQzO30CEsA6cMzzrFYP-Opki8dtkYthYonaW1wQPFVYVEEZbro14Cs9ZAxRa73PLGTRXuP5I9IG79hmdzHPvdhxkhxFotcdlqOZkaVTWXSykdqFhtARZM6hZbo2cRn0gBp1btCuUFNe6NVZmDiP3JILUM4yNOgXJ30Vywhu6TgPt95UIQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1111" data-original-width="940" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCQ6e122frKPQzO30CEsA6cMzzrFYP-Opki8dtkYthYonaW1wQPFVYVEEZbro14Cs9ZAxRa73PLGTRXuP5I9IG79hmdzHPvdhxkhxFotcdlqOZkaVTWXSykdqFhtARZM6hZbo2cRn0gBp1btCuUFNe6NVZmDiP3JILUM4yNOgXJ30Vywhu6TgPt95UIQ=w541-h640" width="541" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>Notwithstanding
the ever-present undercurrent of anti-Semitism, Isaac quickly established a
reputation among the people of Kirkdale and the surrounding areas for being
honest and hard working. His prices reflected the means of those living in the
locality of his shop and his business flourished, enabling him to expand his
premises with the purchase of the adjacent number 82.</span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Epstein was still
here when he placed an advert in the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Liverpool
Echo</i> which appeared on Tuesday 11 May 1915. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1332" data-original-width="859" height="735" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlPwGGO5JdqxbBDi4vsgMP2VW3LzRKTWUR3fQ0GxWnBdyiAvabVCbPizqD6kHT512LNDTBQ_TdHmzSGkZUOeC04NhoP3PHRwCnMVoxhpxaJ797yn5NWhhZJtpAYohHTpuLBOs7qN4VnoKzyWInLWHiPeE3FQYbWZ6kWZp6rw8caIeaz7YrduIWFG8Kyg=w474-h735" width="474" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><span><!--more--></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It read <span style="color: #660000;"><i>£50 REWARD</i>. <i>I, Isaac Epstein, House Furnisher, of 80 and 82, Walton-road,
Liverpool, Russian-born and for 15 years a naturalised British subject (my wife
being British born) – will give the reward of £50 to anyone giving information
that will lead to the conviction of any person or persons who have circulated
the untrue and slanderous statement that we are Germans</i>.</span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">His notice appeared
next to four others, worded along similar lines, on page eight in a column
headed ‘Advertisements Received Too Late for Classification on Pages 1,2,3, and
4’.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">What had prompted
Isaac to place the notice? <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As a great
seaport, Liverpool had attracted settlers from across the globe. When the First
World War broke out in August 1914, pockets of anti-German sentiment developed
throughout Britain. This occasionally took the form of rioting and damaging
property as people turned on the German members of their own communities.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>At the start
of World War I, most of the city’s pork butchers, as well as a number of
shoemakers, were of German descent. Although some restrictions were imposed, most
were permitted to continue trading alongside their Liverpudlian neighbours,
many of whom were migrants themselves of Irish, Welsh, Chinese and West Indian
origin. There had always been episodic
racism and anti-Semitism but, for the most part, everybody had managed to rub
along together.</span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>This all
changed on the evening of <span style="background: white;">7 May 1915.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Cunard
liner RMS <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lusitania</i> was steaming
towards Liverpool when she was sunk by a German U-boat 11 miles off the
southern Irish coast.</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: white;">1,198 of the 1,962 passengers and
crew died as the ship sank in just 18 minutes.</span><span style="background: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><span><span style="background: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="background: white; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgN80VH_EiQHYVUlyit8fPVtMsl_dogbzM3r5ojjOvYVtUIBfmkmdYtbteDpk6nRSK2_WDuuI5UduVcGk65H3_CSwf_JUxyA_m8VAVXGnLvUp_lPIHkTq237ZTpgymUUCYe2QvT5BgGmy7-mERRBOWnADoFQITvEeS5lkqPYm3byvBpWn-G8Dgk9GvU2A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="868" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgN80VH_EiQHYVUlyit8fPVtMsl_dogbzM3r5ojjOvYVtUIBfmkmdYtbteDpk6nRSK2_WDuuI5UduVcGk65H3_CSwf_JUxyA_m8VAVXGnLvUp_lPIHkTq237ZTpgymUUCYe2QvT5BgGmy7-mERRBOWnADoFQITvEeS5lkqPYm3byvBpWn-G8Dgk9GvU2A=w589-h378" width="589" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background: white;"><o:p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><!--more--><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><v:shape alt="Lusitania" id="_x0000_i1038" style="height: 267.75pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 417pt;" type="#_x0000_t75">
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">Many of the ‘Lusy’s’ crew were from
the close-knit Liverpool Irish communities around Vauxhall, Kirkdale, and
Everton. Twenty men were lost from the Eldon Street area alone, and there were
similar stories throughout the North end of the city.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: white;">Pat O’Mara, in his memoir, ‘The
Autobiography of a Liverpool-Irish Slummy’, which was first published in 1934,
remembers the immediate aftermath: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">We
walked down Bostock Street, where practically every blind was drawn in token of
death. All these little houses were occupied by Irish coal-trimmers and firemen
and sailormen on the Lusitania; now, these men, who, barely two weeks ago, had
carried their bags jokingly down the street, were gone, never to return...</i></span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background: white;">The intensity of feeling aroused in
Liverpool resulted in several shops owned by Germans in the North End being
targeted the morning after the sinking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Reports indicated that the initial attacks were instigated by the family
and friends of the dead seamen, their anguish provoking a simmering anger felt across
the city.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A raging mob ransacked
Mr Fischer’s grocery store on Walton Lane, smashing his windows and throwing
the food from the shelves into the street. <span style="background: white;">Dimler’s, a store on County Road, was attacked
shortly thereafter. Even as police attempted to break up the crowd and make
arrests the riot doubled in size and moved on to Spellow Lane, where three more
shops were damaged. The front of Deeg’s, a shop on Fountains Road, was torn off
and destroyed. That evening, nineteen people were arrested for smashing a pork
butcher’s shop on Robson Street but the rioting continued and spread across the
city as the weekend wore on.</span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>On the morning
of Sunday, 9 May Dimler’s was attacked again as the violence spread to Heyworth
Street, Fox Street, Richmond Row, Juvenal Street, and Mile End. On Scotland
Road, a pork shop was “entirely looted.” The scenes were witness by <span style="background: white;">Pat O’Mara: </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Some of the women, drunk, were laughing —
laughing as mad people laugh when the border line had been passed ... On the
corner of Scotland Road, ominous gangs were gathering — men and women, very
drunk and angry. Something was afoot; we could sense that, and, like good
slummy boys, we crowded around, eager to help in any disturbance.</i></span><i><o:p><span> </span></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Suddenly something crashed up the road near Ben
Johnson Street; followed in turn by another terrific crash of glass. We ran up
the road. A pork butchers had had its front window knocked in with a brick and
a crowd of men and women were wrecking the place. A little higher up the same
thing was happening – everything suggestive of Germany was being smashed to
pieces… Everyone had a brick or a stick or something tucked under his or her
coat or apron and there was much pilfering. The police themselves, imbued with
bitterness, were the most passive guardians of the law…</i> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">All Public
Houses were ordered to close by 6pm. The police arrested another 48 rioters but
by now the crowd numbered over 2,000 men, women and children and was beyond
their control, even if they had any real appetite to do so. The trouble spread
to the South end as a large crowd descended en-masse into the Mill Street neighbourhood
and quickly overwhelmed the police presence. On Monday, 10 May, the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Echo</i> reported that according to official
figures over 50 shops, mostly in the pork trade had been wrecked. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">One
unfortunate feature of the <i>Lusitania</i> riots was that they quickly morphed
from anti-German to anti-<i>foreigner</i>. German pork butcher shops had been
the target in the initial days following the tragedy but by Monday any butcher
was fair game as well as any business that was owned - or at least assumed to
be owned – by German people. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Consequently,
non-German businesses were also caught up in the destruction. This included a
house furnishing business on Walton Road, owned by a Russian Jew.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAElYlvWTyrnozGyW_e-fVt5r8apznz18BCR0EUTMtLqXfRPfKqtWcA5XQKJsAxWzrjHslCJK9jYxYLycTRAmLCPdPlA8Ip47s8y6u1Z0i7R9aK8xkIAB_GDh8i92MXeVgz3hXswMofY1362_DOJjLhkhY9SxSq0m325EX83JIw2MId2isIPVEsyrHQw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="940" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAElYlvWTyrnozGyW_e-fVt5r8apznz18BCR0EUTMtLqXfRPfKqtWcA5XQKJsAxWzrjHslCJK9jYxYLycTRAmLCPdPlA8Ip47s8y6u1Z0i7R9aK8xkIAB_GDh8i92MXeVgz3hXswMofY1362_DOJjLhkhY9SxSq0m325EX83JIw2MId2isIPVEsyrHQw=w579-h480" width="579" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><b>101 Walton Road, on the corner of Tintern Street, 10 May 1915.</b> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoLkLJrCdR1EQKYWb3b6wnPeD75euz3XxswyqX_jg3lxvniGDo-me-nY1TjB5m-_xN307NCcX4KuY3MyBgae0sWVWYu9FUVNuzq_Wglsxgvz7PqguQi1M6AAYKsg7AMtWKuvJOSbbcohT5o_5L-litVqfllaiAOieFtQLYLCktBBpet5Q7o6pVd04zVQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="940" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoLkLJrCdR1EQKYWb3b6wnPeD75euz3XxswyqX_jg3lxvniGDo-me-nY1TjB5m-_xN307NCcX4KuY3MyBgae0sWVWYu9FUVNuzq_Wglsxgvz7PqguQi1M6AAYKsg7AMtWKuvJOSbbcohT5o_5L-litVqfllaiAOieFtQLYLCktBBpet5Q7o6pVd04zVQ=w650-h540" width="650" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><b><i>Liverpool Echo</i></b><b>, 11 May 1915</b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On the same evening
that Isaac Epstein’s notice appeared, the<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">
Liverpool Echo </i>printed photographs on page 5 showing the aftermath of the
previous day’s anti-German riot. One of the wrecked shops pictured was at 101
Walton Road, a block along from the Epstein’s premises on the other side of the
street and easily visible from their doorway. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Like Isaac
Epstein, the shop keeper Kaddish Abrahams was a Jew<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>, and
his family were Russian, not German.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It is likely that
on the Monday prior to submitting his notice to the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Echo, </i>Isaac had witnessed the mob attacking his neighbour’s
furniture shop. The question is, did they stop after attacking Abrahams’ store or
continue their rampage along Walton Road?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; mso-spacerun: yes;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7QMloIg2VN2ltgaukCBe_H0MVJGSUJRCoV_asxSfmAKNFTfSkrsqYEQfp3-InvKiItt3j22c3veca0po5MupLrfB2Of1Jimcc0GpLQNOxXOFeym9ZBXYeIutNGANNUZsHqhW_-qEY0_EJtSYF2Pr02prxnK5af4JCnfgvVaWcKnOdFLUv84THPUDdcQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="940" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7QMloIg2VN2ltgaukCBe_H0MVJGSUJRCoV_asxSfmAKNFTfSkrsqYEQfp3-InvKiItt3j22c3veca0po5MupLrfB2Of1Jimcc0GpLQNOxXOFeym9ZBXYeIutNGANNUZsHqhW_-qEY0_EJtSYF2Pr02prxnK5af4JCnfgvVaWcKnOdFLUv84THPUDdcQ=w603-h187" width="603" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span><!--more--></span></div></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The answer may
be within Isaac’s notice. If we study the wording again, he is clearly offering
a reward ‘<i>that will lead to the
conviction of any person or persons who <u>have</u> circulated the untrue and
slanderous statement that we are Germans.’ </i>Past tense. After the event. It
is tempting to conclude that Isaac was writing in response to an attack on his
own shop, and he was looking for the ringleader. It should also be pointed out
that the £50 reward of offer was an enormous amount of money.<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEik_ukafyv7VEh56ettrgA9mw8ILcb-YMlBAKJlgWVK6a2SkY2d_skp11HjFmjicemGUKPy3B8ZpJmZcMRSqB9j6MxN9FjUcuFsgj4MTBCa-9wzq0U-EXyCPICO_lj9isosnvHY6i3dHSPOo5PbN-OmOZVu-RDKyWveCi-_Ky6ulliUx_TolVwwOJnzXQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="939" height="557" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEik_ukafyv7VEh56ettrgA9mw8ILcb-YMlBAKJlgWVK6a2SkY2d_skp11HjFmjicemGUKPy3B8ZpJmZcMRSqB9j6MxN9FjUcuFsgj4MTBCa-9wzq0U-EXyCPICO_lj9isosnvHY6i3dHSPOo5PbN-OmOZVu-RDKyWveCi-_Ky6ulliUx_TolVwwOJnzXQ=w636-h557" width="636" /></a></span></div><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-style: italic;"><i>Liverpool Echo</i></b><b><i>, </i>14 May 1915
– note that several items of furniture are listed among the stolen property.</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span></span></b></p><!--more--><p style="font-style: italic;"></p></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As the week
continued dozens of rioters appeared before the magistrate in Dale Street where
they faced charges of looting, the wilful damage to property and the assault of
police officers. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Many of those
standing before the magistrate claimed that they were acting out of revenge for
the loss of their own people aboard <i>Lusitania</i>. Interestingly not one of
those charged had a relative serving on the ship. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Of those found
guilty many were jailed for between seven and 28 days, some with hard labour.
Others received a fine. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Whilst the evidence
that any specific individual was charged for attacking Abrahams’ store<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> remains
elusive, it is known that the Court took a particularly dim view of anyone who
had attacked non-German people, or their property. One man who had stoned a
Scandinavian shop was ordered to pay compensation of thirty shillings and
called a coward. A woman imprisoned for 28 days for being drunk and violent
received a further 58 days for breaking the windows of a Russian run shop (I
have not been able to find out which one). </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Altogether,
Liverpool received more than five hundred property damage claims amounting to
around £50,000,000<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>
the majority from people of German origin, but none received compensation. Instead,
the victims of the violence were taken by train to camps in Hawick, Scotland,
where most of them spent the rest of the war.<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></span></span></a> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Thankfully the
unpleasant events of May 1915 did not deter Isaac Epstein or his family from
remaining in Kirkdale. Over the next decade his business continued to expand
along Walton Road, taking over numbers 62 to 66 and eventually adding 70-72
with the purchase of the adjacent Nems business in 1929. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">By the late
1920’s the original shop at 80-82 Walton Road was baby car specialist,
contemporary advertisements claiming the store had 200 models in stock. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="background: white;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> <span></span></span></o:p></span></p><!--more--><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgT-rS5jJlopfxaN-GnE62esnvY8lEPdr26vRoJtst2Wve4o5GhzFIDaBdQW5cXcXGOd2Og6AfmeOgnvJktcEMtGbgDByrzwABer3v5FgIJR-zncwQC4u-kk8zIXh8UZQEiXe_UiNaTjvOIrQokILYQWGp0aOnmQ4FJLEIAugs_ViaRt-2t9gTpkhqi5Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="747" data-original-width="940" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgT-rS5jJlopfxaN-GnE62esnvY8lEPdr26vRoJtst2Wve4o5GhzFIDaBdQW5cXcXGOd2Og6AfmeOgnvJktcEMtGbgDByrzwABer3v5FgIJR-zncwQC4u-kk8zIXh8UZQEiXe_UiNaTjvOIrQokILYQWGp0aOnmQ4FJLEIAugs_ViaRt-2t9gTpkhqi5Q=w640-h508" width="640" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The
anti-German riots were not restricted to Liverpool. This photo was taken in
London.</span></b></p>
<span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--more--></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Whilst researching the riots for his book <i>All Roads Lead to Lennon</i>,
author Philip Kirkland made an interesting connection between two families
whose third-generation descendants would play an important part in both the
personal and later professional life of Beatle John Lennon. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The day after Isaac Epstein’s announcement in the <i>Echo</i> another one
appeared in the same paper which read: </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3BoQ7m4H0WlkQRNPAufnKsj8gqKAMagblfv9JVpXD7kRR1TIOw2ku5sRwncClwPWufzzJPWe-Q88r8xkSraIOjQba_-DswxYzu5qeuy0ypRWObfc3oizuLn75ceNbf7Ieb8YcTEyCCWk7rIguLQ7onsgji3opYWXU2LozQ-cOouas9LuLsDuXVFPifg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="940" height="591" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3BoQ7m4H0WlkQRNPAufnKsj8gqKAMagblfv9JVpXD7kRR1TIOw2ku5sRwncClwPWufzzJPWe-Q88r8xkSraIOjQba_-DswxYzu5qeuy0ypRWObfc3oizuLn75ceNbf7Ieb8YcTEyCCWk7rIguLQ7onsgji3opYWXU2LozQ-cOouas9LuLsDuXVFPifg=w633-h591" width="633" /></a></div><br /><span><!--more--></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">£50 Reward
will be paid for such INFORMATION as will lead to the conviction of anyone
making the false and malicious statement that I, WILLIAM HENRY POBJOY, cutler
and silversmith, of 7 WALTON ROAD (EVERTON VALLEY) am a German of foreign
origin. POBJOY is one of the oldest West of England surnames, and is well-known
in Bristol, where I was born in 1862. Proof can be seen at 7 Walton Road; also,
old parchments showing that my great-grandfather, WILLIAM POBJOY (son of WILLIAM
POBJOY) was an apprentice in the City of Bristol in the year 1775, and that my
grandfather, JOHN POBJOY, was a freeman of the CITY OF BRISTOL in 1826. My wife
is English, and was born in Kirkdale (maiden name ASHCROFT), and my son, who is
not eligible for his Majesty’s Regular Army, is at present a sergeant in the
Kirkdale Home Defence Corps.<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></i></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Kirkland acknowledges that while it is quite possible that both men acted
independently, it may be an indication that the Epstein and Pobjoy families
were known to each other and had collaborated on their respective notices,
especially when one considers the timing of their publication, not to mention
the similarity of the wording. Indeed, we know that Isaac’s own notice, and
those which accompanied it were submitted too late to make the front page of
the Tuesday evening’s <i>Echo</i> so it may be that Pobjoy’s was received after
the paper had gone to print and was held over until the following day. As
previously noted, the wording of the announcements printed either side of
Epstein’s are also strikingly similar, all using variations on the <i>malicious</i>,
<i>untrue</i>, or <i>slanderous</i> <i>statement</i> that <i>we are German.</i> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><ul><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Pobjoy’s were the forefathers of William Ernest Pobjoy (born 1921)
who, from 1956, was John Lennon’s Headmaster at Quarry Bank High School. </span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Epstein’s were the forefathers of Brian Samuel Epstein (born 1934), who
from 1961, was the Beatles’ manager.</span></li></ul><p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0ojukMV8Mo1_iA2w-Rbu0DDvqgou9QfLl95jMwvW22BU0yau4lUAZCEfFRFVKttsSfMBNOb8ZXY4vUS_2JocO7TDsGbv2R1PKIkSKM_1PXLuOtr10qudf1XZ8xYVSVgGhItWTrkfv2_8WjCgD15DdR-T8SpHonIry7ScvB1P5AgzzUoU0zqKH3sYZ9Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="252" data-original-width="545" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0ojukMV8Mo1_iA2w-Rbu0DDvqgou9QfLl95jMwvW22BU0yau4lUAZCEfFRFVKttsSfMBNOb8ZXY4vUS_2JocO7TDsGbv2R1PKIkSKM_1PXLuOtr10qudf1XZ8xYVSVgGhItWTrkfv2_8WjCgD15DdR-T8SpHonIry7ScvB1P5AgzzUoU0zqKH3sYZ9Q=w640-h296" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJXIZIZ5vWEj13fnV05xb3GLOws3P3gcXd4tk0e7M6vWFcbjfX-OatQVpKPZIIjGyoqm4gBQJsPBhRkTDbdyIrqjHcE0kKR7HMAW19jsycgnvprBGICnsFiolgzGSwtFhL1EbmNHp_GEizwXLdvz9K1S-TzvoCpce0_arE-izbuFAqEHs9XAp_jMb-OQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="716" data-original-width="940" height="479" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJXIZIZ5vWEj13fnV05xb3GLOws3P3gcXd4tk0e7M6vWFcbjfX-OatQVpKPZIIjGyoqm4gBQJsPBhRkTDbdyIrqjHcE0kKR7HMAW19jsycgnvprBGICnsFiolgzGSwtFhL1EbmNHp_GEizwXLdvz9K1S-TzvoCpce0_arE-izbuFAqEHs9XAp_jMb-OQ=w628-h479" width="628" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /><b>A remarkable photo (taken from a tram) showing
the premises of W.H. Pobjoy’s store (note the large POBJOY above the first-floor
windows) at 7 Walton Road.</b> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Unlike many of the properties at the Everton Valley end of Walton Road,
which sadly includes all the Epstein’s stores, the Pobjoy’s former shop at
number 7 is still standing today and is currently a betting shop.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqS3NKJNYY2tncFf8h0pPsN7btEKlegaolGXaBQ4x7wL7xgR7UuvxSu7NIq9zfNlsyUBEu0fFSZR27yWMs6zxHmdFWePJKW3wPA3LPMPPAw0JHFZKt6Ewl8ruAaLkx5gDTw0pbSF8UDMHE0HKfJj8pyH-hX3mFUyZMOAd58ei1voY4_txfPdAXo28mmg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="938" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqS3NKJNYY2tncFf8h0pPsN7btEKlegaolGXaBQ4x7wL7xgR7UuvxSu7NIq9zfNlsyUBEu0fFSZR27yWMs6zxHmdFWePJKW3wPA3LPMPPAw0JHFZKt6Ewl8ruAaLkx5gDTw0pbSF8UDMHE0HKfJj8pyH-hX3mFUyZMOAd58ei1voY4_txfPdAXo28mmg=w603-h452" width="603" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJNirioksf4v8qJRB01bTW92am6g9fAZft2WF84I1WH-Xtnf8fMt7TLpmhlHHRn9zOyul_7joLuhnHZhrWq8ugm2-fvrmdUnzVL_ntSkpNsf3N9gkrioxw7UGBbxzzkPoqw4TslehuAN9gbIITYFTOxziqHo04bEY6_SFsfggV0dAn860PvOqQgvzQHw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="936" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJNirioksf4v8qJRB01bTW92am6g9fAZft2WF84I1WH-Xtnf8fMt7TLpmhlHHRn9zOyul_7joLuhnHZhrWq8ugm2-fvrmdUnzVL_ntSkpNsf3N9gkrioxw7UGBbxzzkPoqw4TslehuAN9gbIITYFTOxziqHo04bEY6_SFsfggV0dAn860PvOqQgvzQHw=w602-h418" width="602" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>The start of Walton Road with Everton Valley on
the right. Pobjoy’s is the cream-coloured
building in the centre of the image on the modern image. Sadly, the Derby Arms pub
with its magnificent, tiled frontage has long since disappeared from the
junction with Everton Valley (on the right). </span><span> </span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></o:p></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPnO436Xgc7OAv6DuflEFIXDmRWK8vuJn8vkk05Ajvltoij7V3e8GS_aJlDKlQ2Zn7Gsz4Y2aTl60zebq7Lm4uQhoc0oZ0OlEnJqkqH5VQMHdly69-9Y5UYP8T0glpWxeC2QI_qnVrGaaH3r-6sucYnwGnClLMA1-lkdl4pDnPXNL3wNCqpnefSaLEaQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="940" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPnO436Xgc7OAv6DuflEFIXDmRWK8vuJn8vkk05Ajvltoij7V3e8GS_aJlDKlQ2Zn7Gsz4Y2aTl60zebq7Lm4uQhoc0oZ0OlEnJqkqH5VQMHdly69-9Y5UYP8T0glpWxeC2QI_qnVrGaaH3r-6sucYnwGnClLMA1-lkdl4pDnPXNL3wNCqpnefSaLEaQ=w603-h394" width="603" /></a></div></span><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Derby Arms during demolition. They don’t
build them like this anymore.</span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></b></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #999999; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; background: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="color: white;">2 Walton Road, L4</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The <b>Derby Arms</b> stood at the bottom of Everton Valley on the corner with Walton
Road. In common with many pubs of the
time the lower half of the building was covered in decorative ‘faience’, ceramic
tiles, best seen on the photograph above by Frank Lenhan taken in the early
1970s during demolition. I was quite
taken with the image from the moment I first saw it in Frank’s book.<a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></span></span></a>
</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The interesting thing is that whenever a photo of this pub appears on a local
history page, more than one person will mention that the ceramic tiles were
bought by none other than Paul McCartney, and transported to his home in
Peasmarsh, East Sussex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have
repeatedly asked those commenting where they first heard about this, and from
whom, but none of them could give me an answer. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Thinking that the story was perhaps nothing more than an urban myth, I
decided to investigate. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Trawling through back issues of the <i>Liverpool Echo</i>, I came across
this, from 31 May 1999. In the ‘On This Day’ column it read: <i>1974 - Special
tiles on the walls of a doomed Everton pub were to be saved after intervention
from Paul McCartney. The Beatles had played the Derby Arms on Everton Valley in
their early days.</i> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I’ve never heard any mention of the Beatles playing in an Everton pub,
but clearly there <i>was </i>a story about Paul and the Derby Arms as people
had said. So, I went back further in the archives, to May 1974.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="940" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbs-copI_ouQC5t5jLKsaCpjd8o4hbGWmflZ7Ff3F_-wL9d_ZmeOB-Sk0IOFrWqLWjYiY7BErNX5_3ooce9racMflzdgFfD8gtRJZ2EjKbxzwNIE77HxHtFneUTJcjdDKqexLPAwORXMbBtlQn18B4VOOLolDK9cNEBq_i1nDZbhyZtlH1bWOLz9dygQ=w609-h191" width="609" /><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Liverpool Echo</i></b><b>, 30 May 1974<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></b></span></p><!--more--><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This is the earliest mention of Paul McCartney in connection with the
pub, and as people have commented, he does appear to have expressed an interest
in saving the ceramic tiles with agents approaching the Corporation Housing
Department on his behalf. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On 30 May the Housing Committee agreed that the best offer they received
from anyone wanting to salvage the tiles would be accepted and this was
reported in a follow up piece in the <i>Echo </i>the following day. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">This report also mentions that the Beatles played in a hall <i>near</i>
the pub in the early days, which is a little different to how it was re-reported
in 1999. The nearest known venue where the Beatles appeared was Blair Hall at
162-174 Walton Road, a mile or so from the Epstein’s first store. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It’s interesting to note that there is absolutely nothing further about
this story in subsequent editions of the Echo. If Paul successfully acquired
the tiles he did so without fanfare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We can only speculate why this pub had some sort of significance for
Paul. Perhaps the Beatles went to the Derby Arms for a few drinks before
playing Blair Hall or maybe it was a favourite pub of his father, who grew up
in the area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps he’s just an
obsessive collector of industrial ceramic art and no one’s ever thought to ask
him about it. We need his version of the story. I can see the headline now: A
Knight on the tiles. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjomOUJbQ30THkoidK8pTcgMqo2UkpLbDgBQWcgVPvibhIOiDQv1QASFOyinWlarqs_F3RXuPoYbyQKjC9QZVRl4N4aR-YOcm3MkQl6TV9_I9pdDm6RtGlSwFtRJij26AZKLUL3O5QeYx1oA-o2QOdeh8K48A_kHsQElOT8yFu9deCOeRAulliUi1mB5g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjomOUJbQ30THkoidK8pTcgMqo2UkpLbDgBQWcgVPvibhIOiDQv1QASFOyinWlarqs_F3RXuPoYbyQKjC9QZVRl4N4aR-YOcm3MkQl6TV9_I9pdDm6RtGlSwFtRJij26AZKLUL3O5QeYx1oA-o2QOdeh8K48A_kHsQElOT8yFu9deCOeRAulliUi1mB5g=s16000" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><i><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p>Liverpool Echo</i></b><b>, 31 May 1974</b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--></span><hr size="1" style="text-align: left;" width="33%" />
<span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><!--[endif]-->
</span><div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Notes:</b></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Dinah was born about 1879 in Manchester, Lancashire, England. In
1881 she lived with her parents, Joseph Hyman and Esther, at 51 Fernie Street
in Cheetham. Dinah's parents were Polish-born and her father worked as a
draper. The family had arrived in England around 1872, when Dinah's sister
Rebecca was born in Manchester. In 1881 the household included a 60-year-old
widow with last name of Emmanuel, born in Poland, and recorded as the head of
household. By the 1891 census the family had moved to Stanley Street,
Manchester<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></span></span></a> In the 1891 census they are at 80 Walton Road as Nicolas and
Johanna Freudenstein. By 1901 they are the more anglicised Nicholas and Annie
Frudenstein, with one less ‘e’ in their surname, and have moved from their
former address. Thanks to Philip Kirkland for this. </span></p></div>
<div id="ftn3" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Ancestry.com. UK, Naturalisation Certificates and Declarations,
1870-1916 [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc.,
2014.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn4" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> He had lived in the UK for over fifteen years, but the
documentation proves he had only been a naturalised British citizen for eleven
of them. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn5" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Born on 18 March 1844, Kaddish Abrahams was
a naturalised British subject. He is buried in the Broad Green Jewish Cemetery
on Thomas Drive. </span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn6" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Around £5,480 today (2022).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn7" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> And potentially Epstein’s.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn8" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn8;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> In today’s money (2022).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn9" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn9;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> The author’s Paternal Grandmother’s maiden name was Rohrer. Her
father was born in Liverpool and joined the British Army during the Great War,
even though his parents and all of those before him were German. To escape
persecution, the Rohrer’s told their neighbours they were Irish. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn10" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn10;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> The author’s Maternal Grandmother’s maiden name was Ashcroft.
I’ve yet to look for a link.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn11" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><a href="file:///H:/00001%20My%20Book%20-%20There%20Are%20Places%20I%20Remember%20-%20MASTER%20LISTS/L4%20Epsteins%20new.docx#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn11;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span></a><span> My Liverpool: The Photographs of Frank Lenhan (2007)</span></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">(c) Mark Ashworth, 23 May 2022</span></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><p></p>
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</div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-45911194906083529002022-04-22T01:01:00.010+01:002022-10-22T18:22:05.896+01:00Prime Minister says 'No' to well-wishing peace campaigners<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">Liverpool Beatles Museum,</span></b></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>23 Mathew Street</b></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>L2 6RE</b></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #666666;">‘War is Over’ card sent from John Lennon to
Harold Wilson goes on display at Liverpool Beatles Museum</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1315" data-original-width="2555" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLH09zC4Mws43EZ78WCLro3e131MFzfLS82hCQqzaVnBI2PXuOfeZFfD4Yq61mEnOmdBNqSzenbd03T3xzS2WydSfBeGAZk3k0kicB1Kwsf9rgK3ntuRiDwVvQZhhtw7U5AVpBF8cA3Z6jcemcAyYPuTpDdCd_W0L2Jw_c5H_JBeHp0Tw5dFelf0ckQ/w674-h348/Fullscreen%20capture%2021042022%20202058.jpg" width="674" /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The latest addition to Roag and Pete Best's
ever-expanding museum was revealed this morning by former NEMS and Apple employee,
the Beatles' friend Tony Bramwell.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1307" data-original-width="2048" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6TbXnuK6jllYCX1Twpioy30EgsCVF6N3Hjj24_MoeJq7h-BlT3hmItRs-L7Eiidt2ll8V5WeSbDRmYmyf7K-HHGgEQW1NlFfa8B4QpGJmSbap36j2A95UytenMmM4eH3LAb5cWSKIDd5mlBV6zpnQ5dtSx-iCr9c3632t2prxBqR8xAdllX7x_-iOw/w676-h431/279017851_10228979900588603_3646117652425821430_n.jpg" width="676" /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Although threatened, a 2022 reshoot of the
cover for John and Yoko’s 1968 LP <i>Two Virgins</i> (for which Tony set up the
camera, and then had the dubious honour of trying to find somebody to develop
the roll of film) was thankfully NOT what was he was there to unveil.<o:p> </o:p></span></div></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The new addition is a 1969 "War Is
Over" Christmas card from John and Yoko, one of hundreds which they sent
out to various world leaders and other dignitaries as part of their peace
campaign.</span><b><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This particular card was sent to the then UK
Prime Minister Harold Wilson. He was the member of Parliament for Huyton (where
I grew up) from 1950 to 1983 and Prime Minister from October 1964 to June 1970,
and again from March 1974 to April 1976.</span><b><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The card is signed “with love to the
Wilsons from the Lennons.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="428" height="487" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4cIBzs_XLPu_gfLAp-hp8y43w8JvHSAix8XPgcPNODi6_ZtFsexsO--6ANQpdB7yoQam5X9AQZoF_V4C9jY1VX368g_t1epOL7kxh4-PrVoxv-1xG11n2ZVloY5ZCu-gRBiqcvfhiAw4aiu9ZQpxS9cijKyVLpFzknFSu_u7e_FIYTrzLD-_Ud2yTvQ/w678-h487/278573735_10228979896228494_5747101690160558628_n.jpg" width="678" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><b>Jo</b></span><b>hn with Harold 'Wilsod' as he called him.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Never one to miss a photo opportunity or to
court the approval of the masses, Wilson was photographed with the Beatles in
1964 and, while Prime Minister in 1965, recommended to the Queen that the
Beatles be awarded the MBE.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1340" data-original-width="2000" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugoo_fYwho3c40sTHtmDC_N_qQ43j76drjVCMAraudwgvuDLqgzzzaIVtpvorx687T7y2zVcH3TDNMZU13yj60RQapxZosRU8Pfp_uKX4xvg_vrwvpNWfr2p1OivIVCOru1MhaS-wTJl3-PIxOWf-d662oa4k4ei-DSq5mVUps_l7NeZ948T9nPECRg/w676-h452/278933025_10228979899988588_961501366933188501_n.jpg" width="676" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As George Harrison recalled in
Anthology: <i><span style="color: #660000;">Probably it was Harold
Wilson that put us up for it. He was Prime Minister and was from Liverpool,
Huyton - 'two dogs fightin', one is black and the other's a white un'.</span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>After all we did for Great Britain, selling
all that corduroy and making it swing, they gave us that bloody old leather
medal with wooden string through it. But my initial reaction was, 'Oh, how
nice, how nice.'</i> <i>And
John's was, 'How nice, how nice.'</i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Four years later and John had a change of
heart. In November 1969 he sent his MBE back to attract attention to his causes:
<i><span style="color: #660000;">I had been mulling it over for a few years. Even as I received it, I was
mulling it over. I gave it to my auntie who proudly had it over the
mantelpiece, which is understandable - she was very proud of it. She won't
understand this move I've made probably, but I can't not do it because of my
auntie's feelings. So I took it a few months back and didn't tell her what I
was going to do with it - no doubt she knows now - and I'm sorry Mimi, but
that's the way it goes.</span></i><i><o:p><span style="color: #660000;"> </span></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i><span style="color: #660000;">Anyway, I sold out, so it was always
worrying me, and then the last few years I'd been thinking, 'I must get rid of
that, must get rid of that.' I was thinking how to do it, and I thought if I
did it privately the press would know anyway, and it would come out; so instead
of hiding it, just make an event of the whole situation. So I did it with the
MBE. I was waiting for some event to tie it up with, but I realise that this is
the event, this is the next peace event going on now.</span></i> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The MBE was returned directly to Buckingham
Palace but it can’t have been long before Wilson's ministers in Downing Street got wind of Lennon’s gesture,
and the possible embarrassment it had caused Her Majesty. If the Lennon’s antics
over the previous 12 months (from Two Virgins and their drug bust onwards) hadn’t
made them persons of interest in the eyes of the establishment already, from
this point on their card was definitely marked, and in this case literally. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The Lennon’s Christmas card was placed with
the rest of the ‘strange’ post that came into No.10 into what was referred to as the
“nutty filing” cabinet. It was rescued by secretary
and Beatles fan Ruth Ferenczy, who kept the card at home until her daughter
Alex Rowe decided to loan it to The Liverpool Beatles Museum. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Speaking to the press today, Mrs Rowe said <span style="color: #660000;"><i>“My
mum was filing one day and came across this card so she said to her boss: ‘Look
at this, the Prime Minister doesn’t want it, can I keep it?’ and the boss said
yes she could. Apparently Harold Wilson would write in green pen and if he was
going to respond to mail he would write ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="864" height="814" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyJg3AvX5irGlmXjDKhspoxBwW5rtv7nOrIoZIsXGko7k03h3K82s-tl_JZFB41BsMSuyyWbwLn2lDBEZjsgZsC9n1iDFPJsJ6IPxdb7UoLT6Y6y6o3odrP8w-D1K2CaeehYC5m_Tw58eDHmBa-mmUcD0qmha4HQu5sBlp-LCffY9dq82Nbbex2Oa9Q/w677-h814/Fullscreen%20capture%2021042022%20202343.jpg" width="677" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000;">“There’s a little green ‘no’ on this card (see top right) which means he didn’t want to respond.”</span> </span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Clearly Wilson no longer wanted to be associated
with the moptops. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Mrs Ferenczy, now 81 and living in Spain,
took the card home where it was displayed on a shelf, her daughter said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mrs Rowe added: <span style="color: #660000;"><i>It’s just been sitting on a
shelf all my life, nobody else has seen it as far as I know. It’s literally
gone from No 10 into our possession and it’s gone through lots and lots of
countries, it’s been round the world because we lived abroad. One day we were
looking at it, at home in Manchester, and just said why have we not shared
this, somebody else needs to see it.</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Quicksand;">Tony Bramwell, originally from Hillfoot Avenue, Hunts Cross, was one of the few of the Beatles’ Liverpool gang who was with them from the start, initially working as an office boy for Brian Epstein at Nems and remaining with them through the madness of the Apple years, much of which Tony believes was of John and Yoko’s own making.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNl24FIhG9aY_aULfMmCyxBWn5K8DNT37yR_De0dFT4GnbFbp14JG6L4tyhtQq81qE4HdxSVtY8tfXvZDdjHpWqrltb5WAEoSSJb1gJcmH45D3E2YQZht_6bYLjrsm8GaN0JzFjur6lWLl3bUEfSg4aWv-25qttrB7PzrH-ZbQL97kvxgG6aSChQ9fAg/s1278/f7cf9adfeb11f7bf62e66b8cd7d1a0f3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="890" data-original-width="1278" height="471" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNl24FIhG9aY_aULfMmCyxBWn5K8DNT37yR_De0dFT4GnbFbp14JG6L4tyhtQq81qE4HdxSVtY8tfXvZDdjHpWqrltb5WAEoSSJb1gJcmH45D3E2YQZht_6bYLjrsm8GaN0JzFjur6lWLl3bUEfSg4aWv-25qttrB7PzrH-ZbQL97kvxgG6aSChQ9fAg/w675-h471/f7cf9adfeb11f7bf62e66b8cd7d1a0f3.jpg" width="675" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;">Tony with the Beatles in 1963 (above) and 1965 (below)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpF1_Je2HFQrS2o29AfAog7G7i4dRLUpY_mNNe3s-iI_p-H36o5x3Bb81WXAJTb7kxmQbLmvHHHfutE0fZf-xuWN1cOFP_oz5jd7TtajwDqy2brKgzbehV8OXe4KQO80CmanAjvzQJYFukWgyATBcPoCFQtjbHShEBVRI4Gx38z7pxM5T_I-RMoNxw-A/s595/R%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="595" height="475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpF1_Je2HFQrS2o29AfAog7G7i4dRLUpY_mNNe3s-iI_p-H36o5x3Bb81WXAJTb7kxmQbLmvHHHfutE0fZf-xuWN1cOFP_oz5jd7TtajwDqy2brKgzbehV8OXe4KQO80CmanAjvzQJYFukWgyATBcPoCFQtjbHShEBVRI4Gx38z7pxM5T_I-RMoNxw-A/w675-h475/R%20(1).jpg" width="675" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="276" height="785" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAHQZepFtW4fiv81MbKCHtGRXt9_hp_bHZAsDpbt4_yUMOmFQytry0rKYB7fSYu445AmZ2U57R_-kFRDvfE66jt-bhwzMWvma0th6yoT5XPhXjtyHxaxHs8gEiZ7fshURRvhhh_sGAHJTv_qQnWa6xrOOvvJ7EC_AFoKcEMrTNqZVPwB7mzVnX178mTQ=w677-h785" width="677" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">With John Lennon during the 'Sgt. Pepper' sessions, 1967. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="336" data-original-width="640" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiChp44pEIuUtQ8tr_GDLKSbWN8aS5uIVB7MT_X6XCFBKuhUNKACU3TgfcaSIiU6trYVPP0T0NOs7iGzKPAY9pLeuLCP-WO9HJ8dlYhkXY93XCVXafvwNhzk7Usu15hfP1oL6tfCicnnuqauzlfI-yTcl-bDgVt4r7MXiQ25jcaUGpy8QXWOP5PNNdawQ=w678-h356" width="678" /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Tony (left) slightly covering Neil Aspinall, John and Peter Goldmann during the making of the 'Strawberry Fields Forever' promotional film (above) and sat with Paul and Ringo during a 1967 session (probably during the preparations for the 'All You Need Is Love' satellite broadcast). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcNhkHuj4GwDK3cqr2crFmkS26sak7N0k-b7FUsfWrCfsE2plzBC5F9UZEJE6s0fOX9Fy2qsXFLP7KkSKTjcCH37oA6Y8nTVqdyyT8aIe_b84SbGIbn-CVFe92TIylC-gDQI4o8AfchSSYLB1E0MZxMCtkly1tutUmrkv9sfcbD5qOvtILENRCR4Z4A/s600/1967as.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="362" data-original-width="600" height="409" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcNhkHuj4GwDK3cqr2crFmkS26sak7N0k-b7FUsfWrCfsE2plzBC5F9UZEJE6s0fOX9Fy2qsXFLP7KkSKTjcCH37oA6Y8nTVqdyyT8aIe_b84SbGIbn-CVFe92TIylC-gDQI4o8AfchSSYLB1E0MZxMCtkly1tutUmrkv9sfcbD5qOvtILENRCR4Z4A/w678-h409/1967as.jpg" width="678" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cLIe178jL8g0GXQr6YwKtrYYS20GvsHGv7znHk8OQkdARMTeDXlvkF5d08bFokwXoXVNdkl7jEWeSp6XKddLVPlvvwSBNKy2uV8BDECmjXC6SdDftg044ZURYl3nJlzirvvmePsnh-_bip_3ntZg6BymnRZK1hR7019EuTvpcHp5iAZdbabvbrF5tg/s320/1967.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="265" data-original-width="320" height="560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cLIe178jL8g0GXQr6YwKtrYYS20GvsHGv7znHk8OQkdARMTeDXlvkF5d08bFokwXoXVNdkl7jEWeSp6XKddLVPlvvwSBNKy2uV8BDECmjXC6SdDftg044ZURYl3nJlzirvvmePsnh-_bip_3ntZg6BymnRZK1hR7019EuTvpcHp5iAZdbabvbrF5tg/w676-h560/1967.jpg" width="676" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Tony during the preparations for 'Our World', June 1967, with Brian Epstein (above), and Tony King and Patti Harrison (below). The rag doll Patti is holding now lives in the Liverpool Beatles Museum and is visible in the cabinet over Tony's shoulder in today's photos.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA_tUYjWDYlbvj7dVwonE1chSMETei6d5Os68w-w14SFeTZNeDr6_6DNyVoEC6mzDGVSFriq-iPH_yWPboFXA5WC1eoSHxRPBK82aqAd3H-1vvA-fnwrQXu_DPE8Pl7m4RmitHxjW-T2qh5f94s5vdwhtRp-17e_nDh95LZ1ZXHiq6rj6Oxreqw4Lh6A/s683/tumblr_md3e9bfsrf1r8eyvqo1_500.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="495" height="934" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA_tUYjWDYlbvj7dVwonE1chSMETei6d5Os68w-w14SFeTZNeDr6_6DNyVoEC6mzDGVSFriq-iPH_yWPboFXA5WC1eoSHxRPBK82aqAd3H-1vvA-fnwrQXu_DPE8Pl7m4RmitHxjW-T2qh5f94s5vdwhtRp-17e_nDh95LZ1ZXHiq6rj6Oxreqw4Lh6A/w677-h934/tumblr_md3e9bfsrf1r8eyvqo1_500.jpg" width="677" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadgS2Sq-d0FcrZk03BqL74ulIUkQSkeI1PHT-k6Fg5y4k6Q-8a_uXaiUpmTgua0ghOsFDwYtNud3ZCbBkvDFIvJJ6vMXWQaxCd7Of-EoJYe2KoxGuf8lh_LoLdHyG400iOWa6vZVMN-liFiHMarPFVPXAK0wmGSje53UXCfJvydkKyP6KqnzYhPvqWw/s1368/1968.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="830" data-original-width="1368" height="411" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadgS2Sq-d0FcrZk03BqL74ulIUkQSkeI1PHT-k6Fg5y4k6Q-8a_uXaiUpmTgua0ghOsFDwYtNud3ZCbBkvDFIvJJ6vMXWQaxCd7Of-EoJYe2KoxGuf8lh_LoLdHyG400iOWa6vZVMN-liFiHMarPFVPXAK0wmGSje53UXCfJvydkKyP6KqnzYhPvqWw/w678-h411/1968.jpg" width="678" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tony (in blue) with Paul and the Black Dyke Mills Band in Saltaire, near Bradford, 30 June 1968. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dvQpYVYgsnQZut0_wyYM2uExSwf1jpGkh6b-S93LRm7hSXPyoZP-TJZQpqA17-VfYmqo8Wo39xKH9M1yBwbvgWK3_vqzrjOvpEv3toN5NlM3hioEc8XfoK8O68Et5zC-YFR1k86fMr-P7IVF7GrF28XQ_pt2VI9hY6Rp3Y1WfN-QDRkolZucBcSe8g/s1600/s-l1600apple.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1117" data-original-width="1600" height="471" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dvQpYVYgsnQZut0_wyYM2uExSwf1jpGkh6b-S93LRm7hSXPyoZP-TJZQpqA17-VfYmqo8Wo39xKH9M1yBwbvgWK3_vqzrjOvpEv3toN5NlM3hioEc8XfoK8O68Et5zC-YFR1k86fMr-P7IVF7GrF28XQ_pt2VI9hY6Rp3Y1WfN-QDRkolZucBcSe8g/w676-h471/s-l1600apple.jpg" width="676" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Tony on 'Apple Business'. Watch out Ladies!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhdrojv4WNIQXk5CZzcE_vv2-jCq6Pd2JkfQPs_yAj1Mxoe-gO4gFszYIvpraNjI4E9cZAoZDTE3UEPc620qqxj9D8_SfV7FiOpLu72lVw7_L-iRJgMk5eEPi0OOWy0GKsgRN_XJozEs5355rAsOi9GGd_3Quv4fL0yrKYzyDyVDbib3wESX4RdJ7Xg/w676-h380/278866758_10228979902628654_2339244141206164888_n.jpg" width="676" /></span></div></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qRBbC66VYWJOXOpLL5XSTz4HENct64U1pFsmT4w6kgePjzCyl6fJiPNgve_ZwT-eWWmS1_oMIrXuC1dKN4mwwckal50jwxhL8O8hZP-y3TPwCT_MunUmoHjtkchSMl2LdOIiglkWuR2cieo8A4xegfIpIEH6cwxuYqSUOWS1FrYi35rbs1Zt3dTfvg/s2048/279014753_10228979902828659_5133751144427549465_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qRBbC66VYWJOXOpLL5XSTz4HENct64U1pFsmT4w6kgePjzCyl6fJiPNgve_ZwT-eWWmS1_oMIrXuC1dKN4mwwckal50jwxhL8O8hZP-y3TPwCT_MunUmoHjtkchSMl2LdOIiglkWuR2cieo8A4xegfIpIEH6cwxuYqSUOWS1FrYi35rbs1Zt3dTfvg/w677-h381/279014753_10228979902828659_5133751144427549465_n.jpg" width="677" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Before the unveiling special guest Tony Bramwell spoke to the specially invited audience.</span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1246" data-original-width="2105" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsRiJ7EtUdHHPd_hkop7_PUduWV6KfAWao18Y255HOQgMDROQPn1CBi3U865su5kAjWuWAs9TM1nzpPGMa1_qO6okPBd5eZrPfG5eBq7CmK3GqwW8TJo1NDT9YRylIgzHzBi1nO8QkJkunj2feTqI0iQwxLTM8sazHZBFr_yvlbrlfoTUG1KyVuowJaQ/w677-h400/Fullscreen%20capture%2021042022%20202331.jpg" style="font-size: large;" width="677" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Tony told the Museum’s invited audience
that as part of the War is Over! campaign he was tasked with organising for
huge billboards bearing the slogan to be displayed at locations across the
world, as well as sending out cards with the message on. </span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">He said: <span style="color: #660000;"><i>There were thousands of those
Christmas cards, we sent them to everybody in the address book. John and Yoko
would send them specifically to people they wanted to wind up, well who John
wanted to wind up and Yoko thought would bring world peace. Anything aimed at
Harold Wilson was a dig. John had just sent back his MBE in protest.</i></span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Tony said that Mr Wilson (of 'Taxman' fame) had previously met The Beatles and posed with them for
pictures but said he wasn’t surprised the politician had chosen not to respond
to the card. In fact, he would probably have said no even if he was offered a
box of Beatles records.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1301" data-original-width="1873" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVcDtd7-s2_zK6Q-gWySJU6kjwPXForrCElN6TzAeLTeMefMLpcrr9cO-IO9bDS7JRnGYNdhs9EdUsgWBg8BQ_uw0E8VGh4BsIrGl2PA_1LGDOE10HQx9U6p2zXbTEQkmzBv9QPnimo78bLVhPPdKcEOaiRyZWNzGVxuaS07cuVJ1NnrlsQ-itvp4qQ/w676-h469/Fullscreen%20capture%2021042022%20202303.jpg" width="676" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i>"3-6-9, the goose drank wine..."</i> Roag Best warms the audience up before Tony's speech. </span></span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The card is the latest little gem to on
display in the museum on Mathew Street, which houses one of the largest
collections of Beatles memorabilia in the world. I can’t imagine what treasure
might be unveiled next!</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCn0LhwXGfI0hNuaMh8ILZV-9UaQelHWHKG65AWTuo3VLs8C7VcHRrmfDafk80bZeV0ZFmaS1Ix1-Sph9kV352BtAB1P5VIbUCY4YyMu35Xl_jM3-Fl_oBRMaLJK0aECCB_Rv9NQ_DI0O3OnFlyDXedZD3OAQ-IY6KwuFb_hJLcsoIvhmIcWaHq4gjkg/s2048/278968008_10228979901708631_4308352775738601701_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1442" height="706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCn0LhwXGfI0hNuaMh8ILZV-9UaQelHWHKG65AWTuo3VLs8C7VcHRrmfDafk80bZeV0ZFmaS1Ix1-Sph9kV352BtAB1P5VIbUCY4YyMu35Xl_jM3-Fl_oBRMaLJK0aECCB_Rv9NQ_DI0O3OnFlyDXedZD3OAQ-IY6KwuFb_hJLcsoIvhmIcWaHq4gjkg/w496-h706/278968008_10228979901708631_4308352775738601701_n.jpg" width="496" /></span></a></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A great morning catching up with fellow
fans, historians, and tour guides on the Liverpool Beatles Scene, many of them members
of this blog’s Facebook group. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;">Oh yeah, Top Tip: When you take a book with you to
get signed by the special guest at an event, it’s a good idea to take it out of
your bag while you're still at the event!</span></div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1281" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7kIfYHaRNUV483EYrs4KW_gboNQu65Ftnwe4aZ5DDbUEdqPUjWzhHK4-iswqk4pgLhguWfFxOom0hy5-m9Z0Ux-6FdQxbGGK2ZCGJ2WC6QriIMpsS_hbdGGglowxsdDKOWd3gAR8D_Kx6U7UhkJom4fgh1xr-zW62mn7KtMz6FdOjP5kKW8dE8f6rPw/w640-h400/278986697_10228982026361746_5754397516531323852_n.jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="640" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">My treasured unsigned copy of Tony Bramwell's book. Tony has a new book out soon which he promises contains even 'more shit'. One to put on your Christmas wish-list then.</span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Until next time....</span></p>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-66391131821633999092022-03-10T09:00:00.011+00:002022-10-22T18:28:19.171+01:00'I'm The Drummer!' - A born Lever-puller makes his debut<div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #660000;">Hulme Hall</span></b></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #660000;">Bolton Road</span></b></div></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #660000;">Port Sunlight</span></b></div><span style="color: #660000;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span>Birkenhead</span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span>Wirral</span></b></div></b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><b><span><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIjK-ad5hN5W_I9qvijnyXqiv-XsjXFwojviWXIylCBXg_ejF64i8EeLQXi6KEXpIHQApbagbdm_8RYvuP6zPj27g_bhbaRNfMF-6KCn9QK2Vz7pOGr2gIC_1FZ2c7_Odw3MhO4YLJs8ZlkQfnoH8DYWq7mewml15sQpyKIOLSWaRmx2PVUM_gtYbXNw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="1934" data-original-width="2901" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIjK-ad5hN5W_I9qvijnyXqiv-XsjXFwojviWXIylCBXg_ejF64i8EeLQXi6KEXpIHQApbagbdm_8RYvuP6zPj27g_bhbaRNfMF-6KCn9QK2Vz7pOGr2gIC_1FZ2c7_Odw3MhO4YLJs8ZlkQfnoH8DYWq7mewml15sQpyKIOLSWaRmx2PVUM_gtYbXNw=w675-h450" width="675" /></span></a></span></div><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Last Sunday I visited the Wirral
Guitar show, held in the beautiful village of Port Sunlight on the Wirral with
several friends from my Facebook page.</span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>The beautiful self-contained garden
village of Port Sunlight was built at the end of the 19th century by Lord William
Hesketh Lever as a home for 3,500 workers and their families at his soap
factory, Lever Brothers, which eventually became the global giant Unilever.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="1364" data-original-width="2048" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtaCfnitCHMZG6ZFMxAmLk6zklsEunydnjZ-V7Z2lkvYCJ8qKf04w7yR06Xuj3seP5ch8z_JyxXWo-lM4jrCFVVM-BnbioZ6he4Q7hUl4oTc6Zbm_hOUiwdZSkGGF921w6-VEAPAwcIgSpJKN8UOpyu-3jEWw7Mas6LtKSLY5OFxLX5_dR7wnD0V10HA=w677-h450" width="677" /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Lever's aims were <i>"to socialise
and Christianise business relations and get back to that close family
brotherhood that existed in the good old days of hand labour."</i></span><span> </span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>He claimed that Port Sunlight was
an exercise in profit sharing, but rather than share profits directly, he invested
them in the village. He said, <i>"It would not do you much good if you
send it down your throats in the form of bottles of whisky, bags of sweets, or
fat geese at Christmas. On the other hand, if you leave the money with me, I
shall use it to provide for you everything that makes life pleasant – nice
houses, comfortable homes, and healthy recreation.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><img alt="" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8HdZOCmtdSmvcW0UslMm5U_bEFuFQ59zhuhrk0Cd2zRfAtF0xNRhugxx2he6fcNRmHA7HqLb_ec-DI1xfAaZ7ef3XprjOADPq4Mluf2CqcY8w88493RMA7BbaxOm6lU_LjO6IwNP6wYzrF6BDDiITlT9Ms7TCzT6W45jTrMpxHxPrvMOfvLS0S04kxA=w678-h381" width="678" /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2088" data-original-width="3712" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdJBRUXPqAX-NCAyWTFjaXAac9uXCMdHSFJZQsoqN01NfcdrSg9Ol-zvX-ra8gJ6ogxzbcn5niSfE40eNlGcapyBhlQAY2lnRlb4fJsybJYkMjie-bJYi-VK655RwtWv91TECdu2Zwia2c4kTm0jOBYD5IjbGRCbUis01tlmqV4Qah2OByc6TWTl7u_A=w677-h381" style="text-align: center;" width="677" /></p><span style="color: #444444;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Lever was a philanthropist with a
passion for art and architecture and Port Sunlight, where his employees enjoyed
the closest idealistic promise to harmonious lives, is an enduring testament to
the achievements of this remarkable man. The sheer scale of his philanthropy
was unprecedented. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYHa7YzVki2Kt756Cea68yOKHjr8fJG4qWqpgbd90UZb9Xwt-_9qlyPeJ8lXd-iNT7ob4lWOb2YG7GXQl8z3rX7mufPFc_-NBQuAdlTctoqNdAEMLMr_JkGmpy1ZUjWHsZOlqBd8DEl7djh47b1G_Ls7heUPQujqDbxw-IIjpLv18yOqHyUb0g2M_gpA=w679-h382" style="text-align: center;" width="679" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1-bvZDnRq6OCnhp19pND9bkfLP_PNmObEFAiqyqNmZuC5lgrEemitlU2sorEIPtgv3Zu1tTys3tj1D1uDQzWfSe3wL-QetXbmkGPAX2OiYxekxO3c3PxM1NsIDQrMbMVDznz-53PVqfXwnNxUADB9f-xdmPD7X0-J05SfkuwVUR-yh9AcnYK60WKcZQ=w677-h381" width="677" /></div></span></span><p style="color: #444444;"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Lever engaged over 30 different
architects during the building of Port Sunlight, named after the Lever
Brothers' most popular brand of cleaning agent, <i>Sunlight</i>. As a result
the village is an intoxicating mix of architectural styles set within 130 acres
of beautifully maintained parks and tranquil gardens. The garden village had
allotments and public buildings including the Lady Lever Art Gallery, a cottage
hospital, schools, a concert hall, open air swimming pool, church, and a
temperance hotel. Lever introduced welfare schemes and provided for the
education and entertainment of his workforce, encouraging recreation and
organisations which promoted art, literature, science or music.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>It is the finest surviving example
of early urban planning the UK.</span> <span>90 years after its construction
the whole of Port Sunlight was declared a conservation area in 1978 with 900
Grade II Listed buildings.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><img alt="" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRCbGqhQ2JuFfR2Ihg42RdzfTw8C4_WmsmaxYhaVO38cEUxCbwTpL6HPD11uIw0YzW973VKqanew_WB-OtZQNzIXllb5KDLBOfMY0OgSt7RWOHme5KQEcNuwR58mSC9bpK6Y5QQjqgafXaTKItnl9GYI6kaT3oHfQaKSeVxC2zfCK1XTG3ghb99gwwkA=w675-h380" width="675" /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="2088" data-original-width="3712" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqNLN_4AkFNihjeZ5bq0mqniPxLq8aFLRj9AQB3-nDEKcagpwd2jPCo-AY0RnwUlmhkro0yZrnPt-ttLfEXgHR4-ymWScK3D59EOeWON_qy4Bl7x0MQyleI6UOvz_uJnURCBSNaQ0f2G1S9Om7xw54Ow_mVl0RDewouMCiuh3kFK3l1EY7ARNquYLjSA=w676-h380" width="676" /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Add to this some excellent public
sculpture, a fascinating museum, and one of the finest and largest war
memorials in the UK.<span></span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="color: #444444;"><span><o:p></o:p></span></span><p style="color: #444444;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="2088" data-original-width="3712" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiq-8ed0h4ULWOab816uhKYzYFQzYQSGUZdDWSCQCsNcGhklT0q3pd56DQmKYu22vnuVOIgn-rZBhLhI7MmXSV15s15zgp-puywGv-dEQE4E9rciq4jaoGlDmgwULORhpEEs8chwbh4JzaaL3GgMXUrTAA0cVrvxvBYSoL16hXO28iHl8tZzcPeLtkpdg=w676-h380" style="text-align: center;" width="676" /></span></p><div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><b><span><span>Hulme Hall,
Bolton Road, Port Sunlight</span></span></b></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>And if all that wasn’t enough the
village also has Hulme Hall, a Grade II listed venue within the heart of the
village. Originally intended as a women's dining room by William and Segar
Owen, it later became a community centre. Today it is used for public events,
the Wirral Guitar Show being just one.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>In a village full of buildings steeped
in historical significance <b>Hulme Hall</b> has the added attraction of having a Beatles’
connection. The Fab Four played at the hall on four occasions, significantly on
18 August 1962 when Ringo Starr made his debut as an official member of the
group.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFaiQ04IiyFfV0SGLh6NsrcKcCfnUpKUgpkvLtG_HnloeueIhyq8ZoOQB1RZ32_ugvIlv0weyL4m0GzDMwc-etJjGkkNamJqc_D0Od032OkG2aVHwEiUYN5K_29xmdtH0iiRMUpRfpFQrnsyuhvRDkZ8v7hhPHO_F5DM7h8kd_Ilf5deDSBis0NaFCyA" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="640" height="495" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFaiQ04IiyFfV0SGLh6NsrcKcCfnUpKUgpkvLtG_HnloeueIhyq8ZoOQB1RZ32_ugvIlv0weyL4m0GzDMwc-etJjGkkNamJqc_D0Od032OkG2aVHwEiUYN5K_29xmdtH0iiRMUpRfpFQrnsyuhvRDkZ8v7hhPHO_F5DM7h8kd_Ilf5deDSBis0NaFCyA=w676-h495" width="676" /></a></span></p><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><b><span><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><b><span>The Beatles at Hulme Hall on 7 July 1962 (Photo © Graham Smith)</span></b></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Their first engagement in Port
Sunlight was on </span><span><b>7 July 1962 </b><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span></span></span><span>
when the Beatles performed at a Saturday night hop for the local golf club. It
was their only appearance with Pete Best.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>The booking had been arranged
back in the early summer of 1962 by Harry Hackett. As Captain of the local Golf
Club, he was responsible for organising the club’s annual dance. He chose Hulme
Hall as the venue and booked The Modernaires, as the main
band for the evening. Looking for a group that might fill in during the Modernaires’ break, and
appeal to the younger members of the audience he asked his son Ian for
suggestions.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>Ian had seen The Beatles at a
lunchtime session at the Cavern on 16 March and suggested his Dad book them.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>Wishing to go
"upmarket" and expecting a more refined audience than their usual
Cavern crowd, Brian Epstein insisted that for this booking the Beatles had to wear
their new suits, according to Pete Best in his book "The Best Years of The
Beatles": <i>He said we couldn't wear leathers, that it was a dinner, a
black- tie job. He said 'You are not going to get the same people who normally
follow you around.' It was a swish do in the village itself.</i><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span>As the Beatles were working out
their set list for the appearance Brian offered some song suggestions. Perhaps
still smarting from their failed audition for Decca Records which they no doubt
partly, or completely, blamed on Brian's input on the choice on songs they had
performed, they bluntly told him "No, no, we're going to do this, we're
going to play what we want this time"</span></span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span>The group arrived in the Hall's
reception area where the dinner, arranged by the local golf club, was taking
place. They were surprised to see some familiar faces.</span></span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span>Pete Best: <i>How they got
tickets I don't know - but the fans were there! If they wanted to get to a
place, they got to it. There were tables with our fans sitting there, still in
their duffle jackets and polo-neck sweaters, and further down the hall are all
these people in penguin suits and evening dresses.</i></span></span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span>For some reason, Pete recalls
that the Beatles didn't want Brian to see the audience and tried to keep him
backstage.</span></span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span>So they went on in their suits,
the curtains went back and a scream went up from their fans.</span></span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Pete Best: <i>Brian was saying 'What is this?' But the
funny thing is, and this took us by surprise, that the people in the penguin
suits and lounge suits and evening dresses were rowdier than our fans were.
They were the first to get on the floor, the first to run down to the stage. It
was probably one of the few occasions we played where our hardcore fans got
pushed to the back.</i></span></span><i><span><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>In Port Sunlight, as it was at
almost every venue, when the Beatles came on and started playing the audience
simply stood transfixed in front of the stage with any ideas of dancing
forgotten. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg27KinuVXVhlmcZ11iIsPQMlM7c5Lknkh7GjA7EblKRycKJ8rIXiqdtXCSSZbckkTekvHM3ZyaVuAlKycVysodPf_7gWJiThaivCMPZXl6Z69LfEn7e83FcP4vG4b4-sKy69yDUnOX1chBunQxpBl21JGIrGhZOeNjk98PCdlORQSj3x8rmDrxmuZs6w" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="228" data-original-width="380" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg27KinuVXVhlmcZ11iIsPQMlM7c5Lknkh7GjA7EblKRycKJ8rIXiqdtXCSSZbckkTekvHM3ZyaVuAlKycVysodPf_7gWJiThaivCMPZXl6Z69LfEn7e83FcP4vG4b4-sKy69yDUnOX1chBunQxpBl21JGIrGhZOeNjk98PCdlORQSj3x8rmDrxmuZs6w=w676-h406" width="676" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><b><span>The
Beatles at Hulme Hall on 7 July 1962 (Photo © Graham Smith)</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><i><span><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span><i>They went down really well with
my friends, although Dad got some complaints about The Beatles with some ‘Call
this music?’ type comments from his friends,</i> Ian would later remember.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXN8YDnboJnbhgUj15RTmxiRZKDcyNjqdZs1WQjEd1rvKu3GI6rVoPzdE5qASY6kqhzy1YtUG54HcVjuuHJ8VqDc0qKZST66KHmp0MDZpa205LbAJI9lXUSbkz1TGf6iYgujvuqrIZu_4uQ7isIektTqFDgaS6BFq5rOJ8uuXtr9lPPzN75CmvBlgoRA" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="550" height="931" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXN8YDnboJnbhgUj15RTmxiRZKDcyNjqdZs1WQjEd1rvKu3GI6rVoPzdE5qASY6kqhzy1YtUG54HcVjuuHJ8VqDc0qKZST66KHmp0MDZpa205LbAJI9lXUSbkz1TGf6iYgujvuqrIZu_4uQ7isIektTqFDgaS6BFq5rOJ8uuXtr9lPPzN75CmvBlgoRA=w675-h931" width="675" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><b><span>Paul
McCartney at Hulme Hall on 7 July 1962 (Photo © Graham Smith)</span></b></div><p style="color: #444444;"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Even before the Beatles had made
this first appearance at Hulme Hall, Brian Epstein was already in talks about
them appearing again. On 14 June 1962 he wrote to Mr R Smith Esq following up
on a telephone conversation they’d had the previous day and confirmed the
Beatles' availability for Saturday 18 August 1962.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuh3X94kFpq2kYIRKd96tqSc1cXfWoqG7BinFGHTWKPOCGohlJDl2C2e25m7SIq21Ik18WXJD7fOzY3UVpSfVFEO71Bzhh2Gi1mBR4JonQLaXAKXwTQrGTKnVINUPAj12ar1RhuYlnBaKnmX12yVRqwBvtOrZ5RYYGMTmaZldgDKhyU36YDsIcEiTU7w" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="575" height="808" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuh3X94kFpq2kYIRKd96tqSc1cXfWoqG7BinFGHTWKPOCGohlJDl2C2e25m7SIq21Ik18WXJD7fOzY3UVpSfVFEO71Bzhh2Gi1mBR4JonQLaXAKXwTQrGTKnVINUPAj12ar1RhuYlnBaKnmX12yVRqwBvtOrZ5RYYGMTmaZldgDKhyU36YDsIcEiTU7w=w676-h808" width="676" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>Epstein stipulated that the Beatles
would perform a set lasting between 60 and a maximum of 80 minutes for a £30
fee. They would be supported by their friends the Four Jays (later known as The
Fourmost).</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="639" height="541" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi553cuhvludsFj0N7z0CthKATYTIjRyFrigawMiCs-3ZFLFnKgJn4QQ8nuMXNBDzGCBMxry3ytsHBiOMAj0tnbYq4yi9rU66NJIChZXYS9ulJcXmzGl4Ltq_dlUAmZmV15yWa0Zq3ptADw2cNdgXijDpEVVB28GjidpJQBN3sEGsRg1S8wmB1zFwAl9g=w676-h541" width="676" /></span></div><p style="color: #444444;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span>Enclosed with Epstein’s letter
were some leaflets concerning the Beatles current engagements and some
publicity photographs which he suggested might be used to advertise the
booking.</span></div><p style="color: #444444;"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>By the time the Beatles returned
to Hulme Hall the publicity photographs had been rendered obsolete.<span></span></span></p><!--more--><p style="color: #444444;"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>At 11.15pm on Friday 17 August
1962, Ringo Starr finished his final set with Rory Storm and the Hurricanes at the Butlins holiday camp in Skegness.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>The following morning, leaving his his caravan, his bright red stage suit and his
bandmates behind he got into his Ford Zodiac and raced 180 miles back to Admiral Grove, his home in the Dingle. After shaping his hair into an
approximation of a mop top and shaving off his beard as instructed (keeping the sidies) he
hopped back into the Zodiac and drove to the town centre to meet his new bandmates. Following a private
two-hour rehearsal in the Cavern the group made their way over to the Wirral.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRXK5CtGTFpBi0nmcAcv6-u6Ok2gJyeGBGmh2yzj1uwllY9mPwZlBcJydRxaiHXjLRfR6DPGW8YTC9YRkUnpIPoz4bZQO6HdFrmaiijBI0Pftg1OYwVw-PYLaOZDrAIy9HeOk0H3H-MwnxM9X5jTQmII9yYdBlSc4OOWmnTXVcXk-e6PpIdydNOPMcrA=w676-h507" width="676" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>On <b>18 August 1962</b>, Hulme
Hall saw Ringo Starr’s first official performance as a Beatle following the “sacking”
of Pete Best. The venue can justifiably claim to be the first place to host the
Fab Four in the line-up that within two years would be recognised the world
over. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjv-A9v54kGfMhdJU8koSJD5Yf5RS3kuostHGwGMkG_QDmb8P9-TxbG3aYwzj34ZXfWtRNi59eRB9EXEJEzsMIJmTqaiVKb-KgrWkGt8q1H57auuGg7NZ6Bxl9dzScsHx11Dn4pxHb50IXrgzjnhkHs0NezJAIfv5LLHnqujq6OBgr1AXhYf1eGckR8EA=w675-h380" width="675" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><b><span>The stage at Hulme Hall, taken during our visit to the Wirral Guitar show (2022)</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><b><span><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi13ZVsLvwg3MTq_7uvvMvafp5TSwiP3ESikGHz2ApktHJIodFwnbGNkYKFq571rXJX-TUqG1UfOBgVE3YwNTvzdFgeoPV4nnZFo7AvXQf3_158EreCP-CqT58fkLVrZDHjR2f_PgAwLoHtnplg_vngtGW78aUeqNrNQfIHbdhHqM8sRJ3InX-e4p4UPg" style="clear: left; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="480" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi13ZVsLvwg3MTq_7uvvMvafp5TSwiP3ESikGHz2ApktHJIodFwnbGNkYKFq571rXJX-TUqG1UfOBgVE3YwNTvzdFgeoPV4nnZFo7AvXQf3_158EreCP-CqT58fkLVrZDHjR2f_PgAwLoHtnplg_vngtGW78aUeqNrNQfIHbdhHqM8sRJ3InX-e4p4UPg=w675-h449" width="675" /></a></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><b><span><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><b><span>Gerry and the Pacemakers on-stage at Hulme Hall circa 1963</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><b><span> </span></b></div><span style="color: #444444;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><!--more--></span></span><p style="color: #444444;"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><i>The Port Sunlight Horticultural Society’s annual show, a big happening, took place all afternoon in the smart L-shaped Hulme Hall. The first such event had been mounted a year after the war – a spray of colour in drab, austere 1946 – and this was the seventeenth. A dance always concluded the day and in 1962 the youth were being allowed to do their thing. Surrounded by floral displays the Beatles took to the stage just after 10pm</i><span>. (</span><i>Tune In</i><span>, by Mark Lewisohn)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>Things didn’t go completely
smoothly. There were nerves, and tensions.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Ringo: </span><i>A light-hearted side
note: Neil Aspinall was really friendly with Pete Best and his family and so
for a while he wouldn't set my kit up. This lasted for a few weeks, but he got
over it. He was all we had he was driving the van, setting up the gear and
everything, and he was a little miffed</i><span>.</span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>At least that’s how he remembered
it in <i>Anthology</i>, filtered through 20 years of peace and love.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>In fact, Ringo was on high alert,
extremely wary of Neil and expecting trouble from him. He didn’t know Aspinall
very well but knew he was close to Pete and so when Ringo found Neil hadn’t set
his drums up on-stage, he accused Neil of being petty and went into a loud strop. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="color: #444444;">In fact, there was a simple
explanation for this, as Neil would colourfully explain: </span><i><span style="color: #444444;">Ringo
misinterpreted the situation: I didn’t know how to set up a drum kit. Pete
always set up his own because he knew how he wanted it. So, when Ringo came into
the band, I just let him do his own thing and he thought I was thinking ‘F*ck
you’ because he’d taken over from Pete. Ringo didn’t have anyone set up his
drums in Rory Storm’s group but as soon as he got with the Beatles, he was Big
Time, like ‘We’ve got a road manager, he’ll do it.’ But he had no intention of
telling </span><b style="color: #444444;">me</b><span style="color: #444444;"> how to f*cking do it.</span></i><span style="color: #444444;"> (</span><i style="color: #444444;">Tune In</i><span style="color: #444444;">, by Mark Lewisohn).</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>This time around the Beatles had purposely brought their audience with them.</span> However, t<span>here
was a mass female chanting of ‘We want Pete!’ when they introduced their new
drummer.</span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><i><span>The make-up of the audience was
different for this show, a</span></i><span><i>s there were more young people than locals. The
problem was that the local people were angry as the young interlopers wanted to
show support for Pete Best. The Beatles never stood a chance. (Ian Hackett)<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgG9DPYdDxpcSpmuy3jiluUtclwsY-PmhR43JjT2KS0OlEqsm5yzXW7Z_glUwZd_eEGUIMA1nNn6iiXwuK7zy4TjH96Na177W_C46qv9eEphHMdROBed16JnWVqHPjKdd3EpMUFWN7PTUm-r5zPvbUR8pGovs2aZyluNXe3_zlH8DamCC0njdgkioB6YA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgG9DPYdDxpcSpmuy3jiluUtclwsY-PmhR43JjT2KS0OlEqsm5yzXW7Z_glUwZd_eEGUIMA1nNn6iiXwuK7zy4TjH96Na177W_C46qv9eEphHMdROBed16JnWVqHPjKdd3EpMUFWN7PTUm-r5zPvbUR8pGovs2aZyluNXe3_zlH8DamCC0njdgkioB6YA" width="180" /></span></a><span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="color: #444444;">Ringo:</span><i><span style="color: #444444;"> I arrived Saturday and that's when the riots started, 'cause in Liverpool it was fine when I sat in, because Pete had a good following, he looked like </span><b style="color: #444444;">Jeff Chandler</b><span style="color: #444444;">, broad, moody and he had this big hair... so he was the Jeff Chandler of Liverpool, but when I got up that very first night, when I joined, there were riots. When I gigged (i.e., stood in for Pete) with the band it was fine, but when I joined, then Pete was out the band. It was big news in Liverpool, you can't imagine how big (The Beatles) were in Liverpool, not the world, but just Liverpool was like the world then, the move was like the monster move of a lifetime, you know (it was like) 'how dare they throw Pete out?' but 'cause I was well known, half of the audience were for me... there was two chants going on 'Pete forever! Ringo never!' and 'Ringo forever! Pete never!' ... so, there were these chants going and we're trying to play and there was all this stuff going on. </span></i></span></div><p style="color: #444444;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikUv8ywecK0YSt4MJ16z36VHCg6qKuA7oFEWMmtmJMVJJkN7u0JBIZ0RGfK1vgU4F4K-6fwSK4U5Zv2n0O6wteHJUcmSCp_Veh5GWWwgoyRmuMHYLx7THCcG9v4G5UO09Z_W0f21MukXU58jIRzjC7Niu8YlDnkoiWQBe9Ca5VIsXCb_iIb05iVeCnLA=w676-h380" width="676" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Ian Hackett: <i>Ringo, because of the animosity in the crowd, was not enjoying the night of his debut. “I ran into a miserable-looking Ringo in the gent’s toilet during the break,” recalled Ian. “I tried to cheer him up with a smile and an optimistic comment: ‘Don’t worry about tonight. Things can only get better.’ And it was not long before they did.</i></span><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 19.26px;">[3]</span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>In spite of the audience
reaction, Hackett was impressed with The Beatles that night.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>As the Four Jays’ bass player
Billy Hatton says, <i>The Beatles said to us, ‘What do you think?’ I said I
thought it sounded better than they’d been. It wasn’t the sound they’d had with
Pete, it was different. Pete had a tendency to speed up and slow down, Ringo
didn’t, and he had charisma. But we felt sorry for Pete all the same.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjWr6QqRod_olkj3LF_hCmS7a3Ed6ODleLiLlbwb87PYckm8mBnb1tVCZeJe9Xw0FxGvAWDWx3y_RBmty-bz5LncFE0ajceSPgyw0yPiBgxyR9-hq-HmZ33CW5GPWr6-hDpE5k8zL57czcMgzfv5zCS8IK35bUoY2yLux-cXbS1O41xa-KTvCW6byGjQ" style="clear: left; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="502" data-original-width="500" height="679" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjWr6QqRod_olkj3LF_hCmS7a3Ed6ODleLiLlbwb87PYckm8mBnb1tVCZeJe9Xw0FxGvAWDWx3y_RBmty-bz5LncFE0ajceSPgyw0yPiBgxyR9-hq-HmZ33CW5GPWr6-hDpE5k8zL57czcMgzfv5zCS8IK35bUoY2yLux-cXbS1O41xa-KTvCW6byGjQ=w676-h679" width="676" /></span></a></p><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span>Mike McCartney and Bobby Brown at Forthlin Road (Photo: (c) Mike McCartney)</span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="color: #444444;">Original fan club secretary
Roberta ‘Bobby’ Brown was thrilled to see the Beatles she loved take on a new
dimension</span><i><span style="color: #444444;">: I really liked Ringo from Day One, at Hulme Hall. As soon as he
got up there, I thought he was great. He was full of personality. He wasn’t this
moody James Dean-like person at the back. Pete never smiled and Ringo always
smiled</span><span style="color: #444444;">.</span></i></span></p><p style="color: #444444;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="background-color: white;">In 1976 Ringo was asked:</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;"><i>When the four of you were on the stage that night and you were playing the first gig, in your ear did it sound like you were doing something revolutionary or something extraordinarily different?</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="background-color: white;">Ringo:</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;"><i>No. It just felt great! I didn't think it was revolutionary-- It just was a great band to be in, and it was a good time playing in that band. </i>[6]</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Of course, Brian Epstein was there, accompanied by his
secretary Beryl Adams, whom he’d invited to be his guest for the special
evening. Epstein had earlier treated Beryl to dinner at the <b>Golden Primrose</b> restaurant in Bebington –
where he took in what he called ‘Dutch courage’, a couple of stiff drinks to
shore himself up – before they went on to Port Sunlight to see the new Beatles
put on a show.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span>Beryl Adams: <i>It was (Ringo's)
first appearance with them and it was amazing to watch - half the girls were
crying hysterically and half of them were happy because it was Ringo. Bob (Wooler) was very upset about it because
he was very fond of Pete.</i> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Officially the attendance
capacity of Hulme Hall was 450 but from this night on an additional 50
unofficial paying customers would be squeezed in for Beatles appearances.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQ5mMoS0ZuGKdHrSJtAFx9XtP3WRjivPFC2An7Pd3hFGOv3_OQNykDH9bH_VLa1A15QP-Wt3ytzX8M4j6wOTGBlXTOHlXAVi_Yo_D0Yx2PuAiMof9wXn6aGPtJNzV8rDSgF-oyHKKSBbK2Z1juG5zK6iUbFJ9XHQlKGmorfLqhjPxnuLLx-Tc-NYhsvg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="335" height="964" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQ5mMoS0ZuGKdHrSJtAFx9XtP3WRjivPFC2An7Pd3hFGOv3_OQNykDH9bH_VLa1A15QP-Wt3ytzX8M4j6wOTGBlXTOHlXAVi_Yo_D0Yx2PuAiMof9wXn6aGPtJNzV8rDSgF-oyHKKSBbK2Z1juG5zK6iUbFJ9XHQlKGmorfLqhjPxnuLLx-Tc-NYhsvg=w675-h964" width="675" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: #444444;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span><p style="color: #444444;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><img alt="" data-original-height="292" data-original-width="374" height="529" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjY7SLzsR2X2ybJgOQnN4RXDfs5zUGasoye9vjyfJGI_hpNo9MUGGxAwlzsUa1ro5u-0PRmhzrN6Hvz-Ff3o5KlTfHBWW-9yj4daXp7uehIAHz_rghRJNE1moMdHNoFb1xOePr6xtyH0h6zjJqUlFjUhXpl1ROKX-sy4h24dq2UahTmgMyzelpFq4b4cw=w677-h529" style="text-align: center;" width="677" /></span></span></p><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><b><span><span><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><b><span><span>Ticket for Ringo's debut with The Beatles at Hulme Hall</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><b><span><span><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><b><span><span><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span></span></span></p><!--more--><span style="color: #444444;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_A4BpQC7Y3rhm60h7HSalpOiHlogx0yt4KlH1SUm72EGUindzq2lxIlfmoGtLK-7ONhg0xGf9GS63bAUZzc-34lRuqMtK845VM1IMRHMb65NemXce7qy8Ust7iOdW3z5SEhPnvCN02MS5PBx6z49xDcPKLvHsZ1AGJJkwYfom77OVedSHa_kavJ_Zxw=w675-h380" style="text-align: center;" width="675" /></div></span><p style="color: #444444;"></p><div style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Whilst tea-total Lord Lever may
not have been keen on the idea of pubs in the village, there are a few to
choose from including the Bridge Inn and the Lyceum Club. We enjoyed a fish and
chips lunch in the former which I can highly recommend. There's no evidence that the Beatles called in to either but who knows? It's probably best to have a couple of drinks in each, just to be on the safe side. </span></span></div><!--more--><p style="color: #444444;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span><span>6 October 1962</span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>This was the third date, promoted
by the local Horticultural Society. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Ian Hackett: </span><i>I loved their treatments of ‘Twist and Shout’ and ‘Besame Mucho’. John’s harmonica in general was great, but especially on Bruce Chanel’s ‘Hey Baby’. At that stage, they weren’t playing that many original songs.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Earlier in the afternoon, around 4pm the
Beatles were in Dawson’s Music shop, Church Street, Widnes signing copies of
their first single, </span><i>Love Me Do</i><span>, released the previous day. This
appearance would be the first of only three official autograph signing sessions
that they would undertake in their career.</span><span> </span><i><span><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span><span>27 October 1962<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>This was the fourth and final
date, promoted by the local Recreations Association. Police had to be called to
control the crowds on Bolton Road.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0wKzwQ9M8dhxjY_QXWjhHAqNYBO4l3mBgUaSj39PmOJtqJZQMiPGRrk3qgtTJV9petwLFkEICK1HrgzzkNjrLrsNm5AZ4mAkFcGjv4Dkbvnp3ahPeySdndqbXm41dJwWn81ObNwlY62vQE4lOpmBwH72btuygSCwnbByjceJRoLP_7qPkPbpHEadonA=w677-h381" width="677" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Ian Hackett:</span><i> Our home
overlooked the Dell, a particularly lovely, landscaped part of the village,
just a few yards from Hulme Hall, the Bridge Inn and the Men’s Club. While
selling the Liverpool Echo outside Lever’s (factory), I was approached by one
of my customers, Monty Lister, editor of the Port Sunlight News, with an offer
I couldn’t refuse.</i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Monty recruited Hackett to assist
him in his voluntary work at the local hospitals, Clatterbridge and Cleaver. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>As
well as editing the local paper, Lister regularly broadcast two shows <i>Music
with Monty</i> and <i>Sunday Spin</i>, record request shows for the hospital radio, using
discs from his own extensive collection which he would add to every week. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Lister was also in the habit of taping
conversations with visiting celebrities to the Wirral for use in his
programmes. Hackett remembers assisting Lister conduct interviews with Emile
Ford, Billy Fury and Joe Brown. They put the shows together on tape in a studio
in Lister’s home where he lived with his parents, and subsequently broadcast
them over the hospital’s intercom system. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZJ0VT5CSb9kf3rINVwbmm9wifeiUg97wT75ZNxvFl0tmkz4VFUP2Yp6d43PATMukvZiqXgW-OuSn5q1ReOvMLTB1co92hBw20VUlnNwdzwQcr_fAbVteZ_sMh_AyqYdZfknW2-iOaFjO0u9YOaDMXMCpLAe8887O5CkK66FksTepnQeuCcmTonVaZkA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="80" data-original-width="80" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZJ0VT5CSb9kf3rINVwbmm9wifeiUg97wT75ZNxvFl0tmkz4VFUP2Yp6d43PATMukvZiqXgW-OuSn5q1ReOvMLTB1co92hBw20VUlnNwdzwQcr_fAbVteZ_sMh_AyqYdZfknW2-iOaFjO0u9YOaDMXMCpLAe8887O5CkK66FksTepnQeuCcmTonVaZkA=w168-h168" width="168" /></a></span></span></div><p style="color: #444444;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Before taking to the stage, at
8.45pm, the Beatles recorded an interview with Monty Lister. Unless you
happened to be a patient in either Cleaver or Clatterbridge hospital on 28 October
1962, it’s unlikely that you would have heard it until the publication of Mark
Lewisohn’s book The Beatles Live in 1986 which included the full 7 minutes on a
flexi record. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span>It is the group’s earliest
surviving recorded interview, informative and amusing as one might expect – the
Beatles didn’t suddenly become funny when they ‘got famous’ - and running at
seven-minutes quite a decent length given the relative obscurity of the group
outside of Liverpool. The Beatles had only just released their first record,
Love Me Do, which they touch upon during the discussion, even quoting the
catalogue number of the disc ‘Parlophone R4949’ in unison, perhaps indicating
how long each had stared at the label in wonder.</span></span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Even at this early stage - literally the Fab Four as we recognise them have been so for only 9 weeks - Paul
McCartney does most of the talking and volunteers ‘John is in fact the leader
of the group’, something he was still trying to promote in January 1969, if
only to John himself. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>We also hear about the Hamburg
trips, Allan Williams, Tony Sheridan, their first television appearance and how
the new boy Ringo is settling in. Paul pushes the myth that he and John have
written a hundred songs ‘but don’t use half of them’ and John refers to a
composition they </span><i>will</i><span> use, but not in its current recorded form, planning
to revisit </span><i>Please, Please Me</i><span> at their next EMI session.</span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><span>The most amusing parts for me are
the local references – Ringo’s schools are both namechecked, John references ‘Ardmore’
his Auntie Anne’s home in Rock Ferry and Paul mentions his relatives living on Upton Road in Claughton (which I stopped at
on Sunday before heading to Port Sunlight) while Ringo claims he has a friend
in Birkenhead. George trumps everyone by announcing that <i>he</i> knows a man
in Chester!</span></span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span>Accompanying Lister were a couple
of lads from Port Sunlight Boys’ Club, Malcolm Threadgill and Peter Smethurst, who
were there to put questions ‘from the teenage angle’. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihIc5m_Sr2j-VPX-2J8H-bJLVy3rLBjm1bzOChO0uY6UJZx5rneyT9P85L03bxc7eCLZGa609JdCbmyjdb4rjKi1UY-WQCHcEBxVqF5iDLtVwh2tOALA7ws0ucdVsYgPEhLoJvUqZEw_TeAyOVE2xN1B9wOBXrGxf8chsUkRqobSgi6PwM8Q6OvfF9aA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="544" data-original-width="760" height="483" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihIc5m_Sr2j-VPX-2J8H-bJLVy3rLBjm1bzOChO0uY6UJZx5rneyT9P85L03bxc7eCLZGa609JdCbmyjdb4rjKi1UY-WQCHcEBxVqF5iDLtVwh2tOALA7ws0ucdVsYgPEhLoJvUqZEw_TeAyOVE2xN1B9wOBXrGxf8chsUkRqobSgi6PwM8Q6OvfF9aA=w676-h483" width="676" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span><span><b><span><span>The Beatles during their first radio interview, 27 October 1962</span></span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span><span><b><span><span><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><p style="color: #444444;"></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.10875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Well it's a very great pleasure for us this evening to say hello to an up-and-coming Merseyside group, The Beatles. Now I know their names, and I'm going to try and put faces to them. Now, you're John Lennon, aren't you?"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444;"><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.1125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "Yes, that's right."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.11625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "What do you do in the group, John?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.12s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "I play harmonica, rhythm guitar, and vocal. That's what they call it."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.12375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Harmonica, rhythm guitar, and vocal. Then, there's Paul McCartney. That's you?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.1275s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Yeah, that's me. Yeah."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.13125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "And what do you do?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.135s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Play bass guitar and uhh, sing? ...I think! That's what they say."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.13875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "That's quite apart from being vocal?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.1425s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Well... yes, yes."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.14625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Then there's George Harrison."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.15s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">GEORGE</strong>: "How d'you do?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.15375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "How d'you do? What's your job?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.1575s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">GEORGE</strong>: "Uhh, lead guitar and sort of singing."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.16125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "By playing lead guitar, does that mean that you're sort of leader of the group or are you...?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.165s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">GEORGE</strong>: "No, no. Just... Well you see, the other guitar is the rhythm. Ching, ching, ching, you see."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.16875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "He's solo guitar, you see. John is, in fact, the leader of the group."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.1725s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "I don't know whether we caught that or not, but I hope it went in. And over in the background, here, and also in the background of the group and making alot of noise is Ringo Starr."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.17625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "Hello."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.18s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "You're new to the group, aren't you Ringo?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.18375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "Yes, umm, nine weeks now."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.1875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Were you in on the act when the recording was made of Love Me Do?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.19125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "Yes, I'm on the record. I'm on the disc."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.195s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Giggles)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.19875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: (comic voice) "It's down on record, you know?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.2025s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Now, umm..."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.20625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><b>RINGO:</b> "I'm the drummer!"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.21s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Laughter)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.21375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "What's that offensive weapon you've got there? Those are your drumsticks?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.2175s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "Well, it's umm... just a pair of sticks I found. I just bought erm, you know, cos we're going away. And I've put my name on. And it's good, you know."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.22125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "When you say you're going away, that leads us on to another question now. Where are you going?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.225s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "Germany. Hamburg. For two weeks."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.22875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "You have standing and great engagements over there, haven't you?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.2325s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "Well, the boys have been there quite alot, you know. And I've been there with other groups, but this is the first time I've been there with the Beatles."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.23625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Well Paul, you tell us, how do you get in on the act in Germany?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.24s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Well, it was all through an old agent."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.24375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Laughter)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.2475s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: (Chuckles) "We first went there for a fella who used to manage us, and Mr. Allan Williams of the Jacaranda Club in Liverpool. And he found the engagements so we sort of went there, and then went under our own..."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.25125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "Steam."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.255s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Steam..." (Laughs)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.25875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "...as they say."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.2625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "As they say, afterwards, you know. And we've just been going backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.26625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: (Surprised) "You're not busy at all?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.27s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Well yes, actually. Yes. It's me left-leg, you know, the war."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.27375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Laughter)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.2775s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "George, were you brought up in Liverpool?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.28125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">GEORGE</strong>: "Yes. So far, yes."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.285s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Whereabouts?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.28875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">GEORGE</strong>: "Well, born in Wavertree, and bred in Wavertree and Speke; where the aeroplanes are, you know."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.2925s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Are you all Liverpool types then?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.29625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "Yes."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.3s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "Uhh... types, yes."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.30375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Oh yeah."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.3075s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "Liverpool-typed Paul, there."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.31125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Now, I'm told that you were actually in the same form as young Ron Wycherley..."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.315s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "Ronald. Yes."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.31875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "...now Billy Fury."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.3225s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "In Saint Silas."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.32625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "In which?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.33s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "Saint Silas."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.33375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "Really?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.3375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: "It wasn't Dingle Vale like you said in the Musical Express."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.34125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "No, that was wrong. Saint Silas school."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.345s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Now I'd like to introduce a young disc jockey who helps us out with programmes at Cleaver and Clatterbridge Hospitals. His name is Malcolm Threadgill, he's 16-years old, and I'm sure he'd like to ask some questions from the teenage point of view."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.34875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MALCOLM</strong>: "Yes, thank you. I understand you've made other recordings before on a German label."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.3525s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Yeah."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.35625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MALCOLM</strong>: "What ones were they?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.36s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Well, we didn't make... First of all, we made a recording with a fella called Tony Sheridan. We were working in a club called The Top Ten Club in Hamburg. And we made a recording with him called, My Bonnie, which got to number five in the German hit parade."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.36375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "Ach tung!"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.3675s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: (Giggles) "But it didn't do a thing over here, you know. It wasn't a very good record, but the Germans must've liked it a bit, you know. And we did an instrumental which was released in France on an EP of Tony Sheridan's, which George and John wrote themselves. That wasn't released here. It got one copy. That's all, you know. It didn't do anything."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.37125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MALCOLM</strong>: "You composed P.S. I Love You and Love Me Do yourself, didn't you? Who does the composing between you?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Well, it's John and I. We write the songs between us. It's, you know... We've sort of signed contracts and things to say, that now if we..."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.37875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "It's equal shares."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.3825s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Yeah, equal shares and royalties and things, so that really we just both write most of the stuff. George did write this instrumental, as we say. But mainly it's John and I. We've written over about a hundred songs but we don't use half of them, you know. We just happened to sort of rearrange Love Me Do and played it to the recording people, and P.S. I Love You, and uhh, they seemed to quite like it. So that's what we recorded."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.38625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>:: "And that was Paul McCartney telling you all about it."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.39s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MALCOLM</strong>: "Is there any more of your own compositions you intend to record?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.39375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "Well, we did record another song of our own when we were down there, but it wasn't finished enough. So, you know, we'll take it back next time and see how they like it then."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.3975s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Long pause)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.40125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: (Jokingly) "Well... that's all from MY end!"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.405s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Laughter)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.40875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Well thank you for asking the questions, Malcolm. Now, in closing, I would like to just ask you (and we're recording this at Hulme Hall in Port Sunlight) Did any of you come over this side before you became famous, as it were? Do you know this district?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.4125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Well, we played here, uhh... I don't know what you mean by famous, you know.</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.41625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Laughter)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.42s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "If being famous is being in the hit parade, we've been over here, we were here about two months ago. Been here twice, haven't we?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.42375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "I've got relations here. Rock Ferry." [4]</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.4275s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Have you?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.43125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "Yes. Oh, all sides of the water, you know."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.435s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Yeah, I've got a relation in Claughton Village, Upton Road."[5]</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.43875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">RINGO</strong>: (Jokingly) "I've got a friend in Birkenhead!"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.4425s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Laughter)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.44625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "I wish I had."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.45s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">GEORGE</strong>: (Jokingly) "<i>I</i> know a man in Chester!"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.45375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Laughter)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.4575s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Now, that's a very dangerous thing to say. There's a mental home there, mate. Peter Smethurst is here as well, and he looks as though he's bursting to say a question."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.46125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PETER</strong>: "Yeah well, there is just one question I'd like to ask. I'm sure it's the question everyone's asking. I'd like your impressions on your first appearance on television."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.465s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Well, strangely enough, we thought we were gonna be dead nervous. And everyone said, 'You suddenly when you see the cameras, you realize that there are two million people watching,' because there were two million watching that People And Places that we did... we heard afterwards. But, you know, strangely enough, it didn't come to us. We didn't think at all about that. And it was much easier doing the television than it was doing the radio. It's still nerve-wracking, but it was a bit easier than doing radio because there was a full audience for the radio broadcast."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.46875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "Do you find it nerve-wracking doing this now?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.4725s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Laughter)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.47625s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: (Jokingly) "Yeah, yeah."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.48s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>MONTY: "Anyway, we hope we've got a full audience in both hospitals, Clatterbridge and Cleaver. And over at Cleaver Hospital, a certain record on Parlophone, the top side has been requested for Eileen in Robert Cart Ward from Maddy. And, strangely enough, for Maddy from Eileen in the same ward. So perhaps the Beatles themselves would like to tell them what it's going to be?"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.48375s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Yeah. Well, I think it's gonna be Love Me Do."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.4875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">JOHN</strong>: "Parlophone R4949."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.49125s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>(Laughter)</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.495s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Love Me Do."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.49875s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">MONTY</strong>: "And I'm sure, for them, the answer is P.S. I love you!"</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.5025s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><strong style="overflow-wrap: break-word;">PAUL</strong>: "Yeah."</span></p><p class="preFade fadeIn" style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.5025s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="640" height="609" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihdV3DvrRP7ug35yEwFWd6qs1f-d6rZXuyhPN0kyLzNuFLXjJ9bltKy4Dnz4JI1lc5gGdv84Ipo4v0Mzz7DXJbpZMEfqbEUQ8s_QeO9S0A3T1dmP5Ayy7yzY9nzvpG93noBYtMa2m6f8g_XDrIbCp-TueqWGno6vlAANyZkVIflR9CVmGO-5dG_uSrpg=w675-h609" width="675" /></span></p><div style="background-color: white; margin: 1rem 0px 0px; opacity: 1; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; transition: opacity 0.9s ease 0.5025s; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span>According to the display in the Port Sunlight museum, this photo was taken at Hulme Hall on 27 October 1962</span></b></div></div><span style="color: #444444;"><div><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span><!--more--></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some photos from the guitar show. 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line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><span>Thanks
to Beatles Historian Steve Bradley, George Bradley, and Brian Lewis for a fab day out and good company</span><span>.</span></b></div>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><b><span style="color: #660000;">Source</span></b><span style="color: #444444;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL6lHVtIjDYkxDkL5f4ft9_3XnP-fEXIGbbPR85xwNbFDWT3UyDUmbkG0inBDv9aBdN3Cj3CGR5E5QiEzCeMw8GKHBx1qIoN5bKIzsQrYuMBYiiXtoT416R7BetoLkCGVO0S9UDZRFaWoIlWqGaWWwARq4laRwtPzW-fWxH_aIOGxwGHwpHT2TcywH1g" style="clear: left; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1560" data-original-width="1576" height="671" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL6lHVtIjDYkxDkL5f4ft9_3XnP-fEXIGbbPR85xwNbFDWT3UyDUmbkG0inBDv9aBdN3Cj3CGR5E5QiEzCeMw8GKHBx1qIoN5bKIzsQrYuMBYiiXtoT416R7BetoLkCGVO0S9UDZRFaWoIlWqGaWWwARq4laRwtPzW-fWxH_aIOGxwGHwpHT2TcywH1g=w677-h671" width="677" /></a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span><b></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: justify;"><span><span><b>The interview with Monty Lister was transcribed from a flexi-disc included in
original-edition copies of the 1986 book 'The Beatles Live' by Mark Lewisohn</b></span></span></div><p style="color: #444444;"></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><o:p><span style="color: #660000;"><b>Notes</b></span></o:p></span></p><div style="color: #444444;"><hr size="1" style="text-align: left;" width="33%" />
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Coincidentally Ringo Starr’s 22<sup>nd</sup> Birthday and Jim McCartney’s 60<sup>th</sup>. I wonder if Paul made it back in time to
celebrate the milestone with his Dad? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> I
think Pete’s memories are confused here. By July 1962 the Beatles had all but
retired their leather outfits.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>
<span>David Bedford interview with Ian Hackett in <i>The Fab one hundred and Four</i><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span>[4] John's Rock Ferry relatives were his Aunt Anne and Uncle Sidney Cadwallader who lived at 'Ardmore', 486 Old Chester Road.</span></o:p></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span><o:p><span>[5] </span></o:p>Paul's relatives in Claughton Village are his Uncle Albert and Auntie Millie Kendall, or his 'Two Number Ones" as Mike McCartney calls them. Wings topped the US charts with 'Uncle Albert-Admiral Halsey' in 1971, whilst Auntie Millie (ran willy-nilly) through 'Lily The Pink' by The Scaffold in their UK number one hit in late 1968 . </span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span>[6] Ringo with Elliot Mintz, Earth News 1976 </span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText"><span><span></span></span></p><!--more--><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div id="ftn3" style="text-align: justify;"><span>Follow me:</span></div><div id="ftn3" style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div id="ftn3"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span>Facebook: </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/240802599661148" target="_blank">There Are Places I Remember</a></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span>Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/beatlesliverpoollocations/" target="_blank">Beatles Liverpool Locations</a></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span>Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/hinge71" target="_blank">There Are Places I Remember</a></span></p></div></div></span></div>
ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934268614255666891.post-52358690019365475422022-02-13T12:39:00.008+00:002022-10-22T18:34:28.395+01:00Pete Best Reveals All<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Liverpool Beatles Museum</span></b></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>23 Mathew Street</b></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Liverpool</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>L2 6RE</b></div></b></span></div>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">On Tuesday I was invited to a special ticket
only unveiling at the Liverpool Beatles Museum on Mathew Street<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">The museum was created by Roag Best, son of the
Beatles’ Road manager / head of Apple Neil Aspinall and Mona Best, and the half-brother
of Pete Best. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As reported in my blog last September, with Covid
restrictions hopefully easing for good,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Roag is planning on holding a number of ‘reveals’ during the year as
important new pieces of memorabilia are added to the collection.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuVSyBocOC5ucyBIAnF3SLtTXDXvIXjWIvOA0moQ12EmzKZkQi3CmlhcmIa2TRGqqXKepb4wUadG3VjKi-OSlYLFqR8BLZYjVozaGkoxyT1jl41qWlEsbbcGFHywiBO9Az6-CzEAXljeN79X6W2FyaS7BThdaTLYsCFuDxOF5EyhMw_8IfjHAwXNSPMg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="732" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuVSyBocOC5ucyBIAnF3SLtTXDXvIXjWIvOA0moQ12EmzKZkQi3CmlhcmIa2TRGqqXKepb4wUadG3VjKi-OSlYLFqR8BLZYjVozaGkoxyT1jl41qWlEsbbcGFHywiBO9Az6-CzEAXljeN79X6W2FyaS7BThdaTLYsCFuDxOF5EyhMw_8IfjHAwXNSPMg=w290-h380" width="290" /></span></a></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihpBJZ-fgov__4pzu9fhLiaDgCHA7I0i-DwUqiXBPrJE5rD1cKv0fkaGhILNtvwysG_S-mGkUeH3fFX_GxGXbqOKhe-5cby7AmXaZdWm-34jKaTg6G8ZLoGGDqmaweMcU9DgcOksJr-lErTSNDEPlUz4g9h5mWjBtESHMw6Zy6F5wNwIGzuuHLMdaRdw" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="724" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihpBJZ-fgov__4pzu9fhLiaDgCHA7I0i-DwUqiXBPrJE5rD1cKv0fkaGhILNtvwysG_S-mGkUeH3fFX_GxGXbqOKhe-5cby7AmXaZdWm-34jKaTg6G8ZLoGGDqmaweMcU9DgcOksJr-lErTSNDEPlUz4g9h5mWjBtESHMw6Zy6F5wNwIGzuuHLMdaRdw=w295-h391" width="295" /></span></a></p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">A good-sized crowd had assembled in Mathew Street ahead of the 9am opening. Once inside we were directed upstairs to the first floor of the museum where we were offered breakfast pastries, tea and coffee. After 15 minutes or so of eating, drinking and catching up with fellow Beatle fans, historians and musicians it was time for Roag to open the proceedings.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMqO32h-syJC-uGIY65p8PbzF-84MpCV_bQXbvSBw556NypkTl6qN3rEFjHOfhZALPjLC16LosiRGYTMV1d4-Snl_0GNk4f8_k7UMblEtec1JQdS7p3G_3yebC0ArhQm2FPUNXgsGopFapeGZyaxh6Bnax1gO5Pyk84R-8fKZI2hZezECljVb60ovLiw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1418" data-original-width="1085" height="749" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMqO32h-syJC-uGIY65p8PbzF-84MpCV_bQXbvSBw556NypkTl6qN3rEFjHOfhZALPjLC16LosiRGYTMV1d4-Snl_0GNk4f8_k7UMblEtec1JQdS7p3G_3yebC0ArhQm2FPUNXgsGopFapeGZyaxh6Bnax1gO5Pyk84R-8fKZI2hZezECljVb60ovLiw=w575-h749" width="575" /></a></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">There was a running gag throughout the
morning which started when Roag<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mentioned
his son’s had recently started referring to him as ‘Pete Best’s brother’ after
they decided to test their Amazon Alexa:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Q: Alexa, who is Roag Best?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Alexa: I’m sorry I don’t know that one.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Q: Alexa, who is Pete Best?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Alexa: Pete Best is the former drummer in the
Beatles. He joined the group in August 1960...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Q: Alexa, who is Mona Best?</div><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Alexa: Mona Best is the mother of Pete Best.
She founded the Casbah Club and was the first female booking agent...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Q: Alexa, who is Leanne Best?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Alexa: Leanne Best is a famous British
Actress who has starred in such shows as Line of Duty, Four Lives.... She is
the niece of Beatle Pete Best...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Q: Alexa, who is Pete Best’s brother? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000;">Alexa: Roag Best is Pete Best’s brother!</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">After much hilarity it was time to introduce
the special guest for the morning.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Ladies and gentlemen</i></b></span></span><i><b><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">, the man who put the
beat in the Beatles: Pete Best!!!</span></b></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">After receiving a warm welcome from the crowd
Pete said his hellos, thanked everyone for coming and commented on how nice it
was to see everyone’s faces after an absence of about 2 1/2 years.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="417" height="1012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmDc6TGu8bcYEA7iaCSeEH-oogh3-NBLsrjA-mtzS9Q2A06ZTU0zJfBT2YeCe-x-2vLZpfUHDE_b-LZCrMvXPwWKE_gT0lBy3gojWW3oOfCdYE74SC0p8VrOKXaWBCNXjVWYRAelZyHJDJBe4c8KOxWCtFHCID82xa-10bQAv4htCPWP5nrIoYMPSAog=w675-h1012" width="675" /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span>Before ‘revealing the reveal’ Pete </span><span>said, ‘I’ll tell you a little story’:</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">As you all know, I joined the band in August
1960, and we went out to Germany. We were playing at the Indra Club. We closed
that one down after a month because we were playing too loud, and then we got
moved to the Kaiserkeller. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">We should have been there a month but Bruno
Koschmider, who was the manager of the Kaiserkeller, kept extending the
contract....and extending the contract. And we didn’t mind because we were
getting booze, and birds, and women. We were <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">loving</i> it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were 17-18 year
olds and it was another education for us.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">But what we did talk about between ourselves
was that regardless of what was going on in Germany, we wanted to be home for
Christmas. We’d been there since August, and this was now getting to be the
middle of November. So, I was like ok, regardless of whether we get extended
again we’re going home for Christmas and then we’ll see what happens. So, I said
I’m going to start promoting the Beatles in Liverpool, and I wrote to Neil
(Aspinall) and said keep it under your hat, but we’re going to be coming home for
Christmas, and I want you to do some posters. I said just basically tease the
public. Don’t let them know who the Beatles are, just say they are coming,
watch out for them. So, he did.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It’s important to remember at this point that
before the Beatles went to Hamburg they were, to use their agent Allan Williams’
immortal words, a ‘bum group’. Nobody knew who they were in Liverpool, before
going to Germany most of the bookings Williams got for them were on the
Wirral. When they’d last played at the Casbah Club, ran by Pete’s mother Mo,
they were still using the Quarry Men name. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Pete:</b> <span style="color: #660000;">We had gone away a mediocre band and now we
were coming back a powerhouse.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">It was a lot of fun. We didn’t know what
possible reception we were going to get back in Liverpool. We knew we’d
basically become kings of Hamburg but coming back to Liverpool no one had
really heard of us.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">We got</span> back a lot quicker than we anticipated because when we told Bruno Koschmider that
we were going to the Top Ten Club he said, ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">you
will never work in Germany again’</i>, to which we went [mimes sticking up two
fingers] ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">We will sir’</i>....<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that was the last thing we ever did. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">All of a sudden George was sent home for
being underage. Pete and Paul got sent home for allegedly trying to burn the
Bambi Kino down. We didn’t succeed, thank God, and a couple of days after that
John said to hell with this I’m going home. The only one who was happy to stay
was Stu cost he’d fallen in love with Astrid, the beautiful Astrid Kirchherr. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mysterious and lovely woman. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Anyway, we landed back home. Neil had started
making posters like I’d said. He’d made two of each. He hadn’t started to put
them up in the Casbah yet because we took them all by surprise (by returning
early). I came back home and saw them, and the complete set (of three) was there
in duplicate, so I took one complete set, and I kept them for my scrapbook. That
was 1960, and I’ve had them ever since. So, what happened was, I kept them, and
I kept looking at them up to today, and I said to Roag, it’s no good letting me
look at them in my little vault, where I’ve got my other little bits and
pieces. It’s about time we broke this out into the world.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">So, I’m very proud to say that this is the
only complete set of posters promoting the Beatles for the very first time, for
their very first gig in Liverpool after the return from Hamburg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it is, I’m very proud to say again, the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">only </i>complete set in the whole wide
world, Ok? Now I’ve kept them for 60 odd years, I’m not going to keep them anymore I’m going
to reveal them to you, and I think as I reveal them, you’ll see the importance of them. And then
afterwards you can get up closer and see what I was talking about.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><o:p></o:p></span><span>The first one. <i>The Beatles are coming</i>.</span><span> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSpxC5U-_WZqfWRDP6uL90bdq0fd7KrSQEHQzuqElpARw4855uagjwnbWE128v-8J_MEixZz7nibiE2xwiG_6r-cCym7wsJO3JNbufFIQkCzuIb6GLb4DA4UOPkkVOREd-uXRc2MP6lOIQyafq4SzKQTtUbgk3Ka48bTe_q3h8Dnrg5MzkyN28cX2QHg=w676-h1200" style="text-align: center;" width="676" /></div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Pete invited his brother to tell a story to tell
about that.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span><b>Roag </b>- <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #660000;">The
funny thing about that The Beatles are coming, as those of you who know, you
Beatle historians and Beatles fans, when they first went to America in 1964 this
was used as their tagline, The Beatles Are Coming. The first time that had been
used was in Liverpool to promote their first show at the Casbah, so somewhere
in their heads they’d remembered that and decided to use it again for the USA.
Anyway, just adding that in!</span></i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></i></span></p>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1434" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIB6Ix5j3eLp6Y2qqFnpMtxvDhbBQ4VLTUQSCfgO9J0lT76jMl-Axn9nYGDGws7hYQ7wgxxG2EdD5lOsaV-Pg9lFH5r2Cu7S_YvjMQHzm8_hQbhJvMC1ZL_e4ayYza3PMK-GI_7fKwAN49YFS_MBy4uTakDFVjpKu7ZEMX6LgwAqV4nAX1rFQEwQlGpQ=w674-h320" width="674" /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i><b>Roag’s world famous re-enactment of the Beatles
remembering something in their heads. Uncanny. It's obvious who Leanne got her talent from. </b></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Pete: </b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #660000;">That's
something I didn’t know. He’s the font of knowledge is Pete Best’s brother!</span><o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgriga1X8ON35I5TRYgyvCI3HIJOTQjeVPs0ECIo-uoWBOXIScQHFtmeljV3q55mAXsRurD5nBuCPAUfCItVJuzrj4NAEf-AYnguZbjwxCWk7rIgpcdUTewPFt9K6N1wofC8lom_nhHfIkPqen1LkJyitj8EGH3mg0TCg-nbIz7ZVU8DAR__P3iyahn2A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="187" data-original-width="270" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgriga1X8ON35I5TRYgyvCI3HIJOTQjeVPs0ECIo-uoWBOXIScQHFtmeljV3q55mAXsRurD5nBuCPAUfCItVJuzrj4NAEf-AYnguZbjwxCWk7rIgpcdUTewPFt9K6N1wofC8lom_nhHfIkPqen1LkJyitj8EGH3mg0TCg-nbIz7ZVU8DAR__P3iyahn2A=w392-h272" width="392" /></span></a></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>1964 promotional item ahead of the Beatles First US Visit</b></span></i></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></o:p></i></i></p><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhS6Kl5lCsJ2LAV8u_ml-RQLTemjrVTrLph8pznF18LOChgp6rUhgiB0Zoo8KjYGwt8klxs4ZUNVLLLDGgAiZUHKBwScQjmQ9VohqipNiGLZiq6ad08wkFvyyPWBP7FJUbiVki5qklS7SgeFoBjneQzsr6gZUCnUQQ4BuA5EtPOhd7zWpa4O3vAPt_sNg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="916" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhS6Kl5lCsJ2LAV8u_ml-RQLTemjrVTrLph8pznF18LOChgp6rUhgiB0Zoo8KjYGwt8klxs4ZUNVLLLDGgAiZUHKBwScQjmQ9VohqipNiGLZiq6ad08wkFvyyPWBP7FJUbiVki5qklS7SgeFoBjneQzsr6gZUCnUQQ4BuA5EtPOhd7zWpa4O3vAPt_sNg=w515-h916" width="515" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Here Soon. The Beatles.</b></div></span></span></i><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Pete: </b><span style="color: #660000;">Right. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Another tease OK. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The curiosity among the Casbah membership was building.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was working. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000;">The the final one you'll find it a bit difficult
to read from far off. <b>The Fabulous Beatles direct from Hamburg, Germany</b>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wait for it! <b>Admission price: one shilling</b>.
In today’s money 5p. Now who wouldn’t want to see the Beatles for 5p?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’d even spend 10p!</span> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhG_lVpEzwQ5zc9mAS6URSGq1iR4gwcKkfHjQlGnzghKaAegBnZ8jE7LcEMcHNx_rp9AsNskch3HBbQPWK81OhGCWbTjS25ua8eS7_Ujz2vizp2rMbYhz22zLpLrftNebEv3DulJGgvWvFejrMOjPOIbMUcDsHqSjH0dgVEB2WDm2FuJxr1P7OcJRIciw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="933" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhG_lVpEzwQ5zc9mAS6URSGq1iR4gwcKkfHjQlGnzghKaAegBnZ8jE7LcEMcHNx_rp9AsNskch3HBbQPWK81OhGCWbTjS25ua8eS7_Ujz2vizp2rMbYhz22zLpLrftNebEv3DulJGgvWvFejrMOjPOIbMUcDsHqSjH0dgVEB2WDm2FuJxr1P7OcJRIciw=w525-h933" width="525" /></span></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">But a couple of things about this and then
I’ll let you have a look, The Fabulous
Beatles. We were the first to use it and this got diluted own. It went in many
different formats and used during the whole advent of the Beatle era It’s even
still getting used today. It went from the Fabulous Beatles to the Fab Four to
the Fab Beatles, the Fabulous Four, you name it. But it originated at a humble
coffee club called the Casbah on 19 December 1960.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000;">The
other thing about it was this. I’ll tell you a little story about this
particular poster. A lot of people don’t realise that with</span> (The Beatles) <span style="color: #660000;">being
advertised as direct from Germany, when Mo gave us that first gig</span> (the audience
were expecting a German group).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">John, George and Paul were going into the
cellar to start the set and they went down and the kids in the Casbah turned
round and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">went hang on a minute, they’re
supposed to be The Beatles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s John, George and Paul, who used to be in the
Quarrymen. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>'Ey? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What’s going on?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Next minute Pete and Chas Newby, who was
standing in for Stu Sutcliffe who’d stayed behind a while (in Hamburg) because
of Astrid Kirchherr.... and who wouldn’t stay behind?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again, it was the same thing, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">‘hang on a minute, that’s Pete and Chas from
the Blackjacks. Mona! Who are these Beatles?</i>’ <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000;">And Mona said <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">‘be patient, be patient, I’ve heard great things about them. Listen to
them play’</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, we did, and we kicked
off and played the first number and at the end there was quiet, and we looked
at them</span> (the audience) <span style="color: #660000;">and went <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">My God,
what’s happened?’</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next minute
the place erupted they all rushed to the back to see Mona; they were saying <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mo! They’re absolutely fabulous, you’ve got
to book them again</i>. She said <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I will
do be patient</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000;">The next gig we played was at Litherland Town
Hall. Now just to put you in the picture and rectify a myth, if I’m allowed to do
that.</span> (Roag confirmed that we were totally into rectifying myths), <span style="color: #660000;">So it’s
always been put down in books and on social media that Beatlemania started at
Litherland Town Hall on December the 26<sup>th</sup>. It didn’t. It started at
the Casbah on December 19<sup>th</sup> and the reason I stress this is because Mo opened the Casbah on December 26th, and the place was empty. The
whole Casbah audience, and membership, had gone to watch us perform at
Litherland Town Hall. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #660000;">So, Beatlemania
didn’t start at Litherland Town Hall, it started at the Casbah, and it went on to sweep the world and that
really is the history of these three posters. The complete set, the only set
that still remains in the whole wide world today. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgewZeo9sJGxYVwXaiHNiY7zX2vO1kZjwmkDtoxygpCKm_gXDzJkuELejl4-MW9JWJ7Zf03YFSsMKr6RKJeJSE5U8Qhz0-MmbNL_Xad8o8CNIGot6woMn_xrrCt3td7t3Q1Norlj7MzXPayB-Cx6OHdQ15xmcGVjekTEYt8Tmnf7K89enC8a1yQi514lQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="955" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgewZeo9sJGxYVwXaiHNiY7zX2vO1kZjwmkDtoxygpCKm_gXDzJkuELejl4-MW9JWJ7Zf03YFSsMKr6RKJeJSE5U8Qhz0-MmbNL_Xad8o8CNIGot6woMn_xrrCt3td7t3Q1Norlj7MzXPayB-Cx6OHdQ15xmcGVjekTEYt8Tmnf7K89enC8a1yQi514lQ=w537-h955" width="537" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now 80, Pete was sharp, charming, full of
fun and happy to accommodate everyone’s requests for photographs and
autographs. I asked him how big the personal archive he'd mentioned was, were we talking a cupboard under the stairs, or a shipping container? He said, 'that would be telling!'</div></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL61l_1WJwLDylx6WniDu2EJj7lCTuCK9Xb-SPtrbha8r-RRqMVKRWkg6c4_qb6azpnCEmG0fVyFZ-YVnhdR7_MggQJhZBrPsAjO6M_0xLUbdPMwEI1KPW2K1zXKK49sIhk0P3egckpfknL7JHRl29lcYhe1aOevW9Awce758D-D5P1niQvr6SFr1sXA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="709" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL61l_1WJwLDylx6WniDu2EJj7lCTuCK9Xb-SPtrbha8r-RRqMVKRWkg6c4_qb6azpnCEmG0fVyFZ-YVnhdR7_MggQJhZBrPsAjO6M_0xLUbdPMwEI1KPW2K1zXKK49sIhk0P3egckpfknL7JHRl29lcYhe1aOevW9Awce758D-D5P1niQvr6SFr1sXA=w532-h709" width="532" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><b>Pete with my friend and fellow historian Angela Leighton-Jones</b></i></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvrW4sgLohJLb6zeeiLi6LtSgMNiEd9Lh4hJAffh5bMwZphSPwdTwaplkvm2AsHY38HiS-Cew0nuwFWStEXd_PpLnE53qidprj73qFTjhgz3ffa9HUbdlSPhJrwzJjuM6aQTEH3wqvmZuLbGu_CD3GaPEa2uHAIdkUa0vFZcXdWONVUXeaYQ0Utn2k2w" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvrW4sgLohJLb6zeeiLi6LtSgMNiEd9Lh4hJAffh5bMwZphSPwdTwaplkvm2AsHY38HiS-Cew0nuwFWStEXd_PpLnE53qidprj73qFTjhgz3ffa9HUbdlSPhJrwzJjuM6aQTEH3wqvmZuLbGu_CD3GaPEa2uHAIdkUa0vFZcXdWONVUXeaYQ0Utn2k2w=w691-h389" width="691" /></span></a></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjEiHS7I2-OdXEaPDmvW1Y48_LnMDomMiqko--R5GERKABv4HlNvOZtuuCaFvBFvKbbQDmwLcIFJgDwUc9CEKEDDedDfSavqh1ovG7A1Svghhx1gjVKmgRPnvMfO5I2KTT6qSSaD9vVCH9D5DxkVe-d-KWc_pX5mjr7zoDZyeejVUZMITOe7_9OSJk2A=w691-h389" width="691" /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="899" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhymRh7u1JjqtSjlyZD7nwhTQP6zVkd7tK0RLvcw5mq0-hRezStYR4686gcV2gDmNuvDZ93rswFdKOR-FN8-SAEWMZMqFgzkbCoVYnf_V-EofBWlZGkwzxCWlw_Zh3YPGEF-16G4S2qhHjrAYVWs3hLi7ybfiPqgWrbIHPG9v5V5wTyePR0Ex8gWY0SEA=w674-h899" width="674" /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaxStMupTnGH_JtEh8_p9l9wojB_hP2EkFhs_J6v-xHq_zEdP3UwKCkpZhUbG4eOv0e0rkHyADI8U7zW6RsOPXo86RsFqx0xm2OpyiqNhcC_HCOHm18wJPb7pvud1MTTFM8doCSFkAb38Xmn8WRWIdw-zEZ8Uo0fmneR_kQdY-FJaMyaQaQa4IYBpYHA=w675-h900" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large; text-align: center;" width="675" /></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">There was also a little surprise for him, a
one-off, custom-made snare drum featuring portraits of his Pete, his mother,
and the Beatles during the time that he was their drummer. He seemed genuinely touched by the
presentation. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPpLEZZ2XtWE-ukFRUdkedzPUv7pbyIO6zMBeMD9zD4GCYzj9Wfrbh-lSSVVaBgD3SWfNnUszyyKZEddBRqNzwqFV0do79sLx4_grWmMM_07z7yienRgI0Ra3hnTMcvhGlE5DgsTWPe5SpZyxvzCJYM5bJSwiY_JChRr4E2ZsSDRigLCTXkRlCTiZ34A=w672-h378" style="text-align: center;" width="672" /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhk7dFRIIQ1SrwfqpL_Ki24-oaDgkB4NeMXpb5mmuK5Q1F_u9EpGyg3MHmo_Puzw5Eno7xdXUo1khAJn3MYOAlXDqaYRfWR6bY4QHOrqan6nZn1oCZ2A9Ofx8JXZZE3Fm81o9BcwAXreCjnyGtB8Ap01PkFlWDTdDpUjFg7yEEmMgRmUS3AOxl3ycYzLA=w675-h380" width="675" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9qdv6_mmRmj0UOM301-orAmFpUX25PDrKIoPnlRFIZ16oEJPYXnWk2yG4gpZQ7KU2amxyBizcMVd8gdqQUzpMTQoLhusxH5St5hb3d-GuAMG3vmlZxSKpaNyl0G6n0IEmb9-jAvnBy__rNk4lsHM3ooxAjs27EawF3t8kKBG_2f-gPXyGY8p9ZluCww" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="1199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9qdv6_mmRmj0UOM301-orAmFpUX25PDrKIoPnlRFIZ16oEJPYXnWk2yG4gpZQ7KU2amxyBizcMVd8gdqQUzpMTQoLhusxH5St5hb3d-GuAMG3vmlZxSKpaNyl0G6n0IEmb9-jAvnBy__rNk4lsHM3ooxAjs27EawF3t8kKBG_2f-gPXyGY8p9ZluCww=w674-h1199" width="674" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b>Pete Best and Roag 'Pete Best's Brother' Best</b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiIUcp0nbQEMXQnuIklhvqG2tf7-Kupw6l7l5GAbVrHiqHTMHMswHtEjJfryJCQnaXPO_dxq_qQVwJHGCtLjogkhIfkq04bbnukRxp-H-zbI2Halk8oVuTPqhLSHRxpsr8SpaZHythN5efATV67uhvTm3a2giOqKnOZEyF2nf3sqDpO1oIDJ8rBscpkyA=w674-h506" width="674" /></div></div></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">There was no rush to get off afterwards, the
guests were permitted to have a look around the museum or just stand around and
chat. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did both and took the
opportunity to photograph some of the ‘Best’ items on display. [ba-dum tish!]<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMMOx6OvucfeTbW7hTVPPU882N13kVBpnmEby6kfYig57pLx_1boQeinZ3URu-kM93Ttzo39Q_fuKsVk4Auhmvk_S772YMRQqFcLIZ2QirBPCkfZekBhWAQzbXKfh_AygFDAgwuh2XrBJRC0rsXNoRKHkOwoc0h7dqy9kft4EsfLkWkopPdE3rFlVPCg=w676-h381" style="text-align: center;" width="676" /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDsHJQU091CaFxXxshYskQZPVa-ANOjPErhLzVwdokrrjjcXe0PEqrpMwwq338giFd17oDpN2eH4lrbu5nUL2aK2dG6llxR6uAkKfv4sAManOOeNU3c8wcscOMqBd_6fdwxF-BfJ09QMUvZA7rktc6ahy3WJMvS6yLLt6nUxmb0zy1pJPx4jtHhWAkAQ" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2116" data-original-width="3002" height="479" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDsHJQU091CaFxXxshYskQZPVa-ANOjPErhLzVwdokrrjjcXe0PEqrpMwwq338giFd17oDpN2eH4lrbu5nUL2aK2dG6llxR6uAkKfv4sAManOOeNU3c8wcscOMqBd_6fdwxF-BfJ09QMUvZA7rktc6ahy3WJMvS6yLLt6nUxmb0zy1pJPx4jtHhWAkAQ=w680-h479" width="680" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Other highlights in the collection include
the Beatles’ first drumkits. </span><span> </span><span>Pete’s iconic
Premier kit which was captured in many photos taken in Hamburg and Liverpool
and </span><span>his Ludwig kit which he bought about
a month before he was replaced by Ringo Starr.</span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7QehI6WqW8dYkkPaJi-gtEQ4uAFBmLXJqnzeFZoVOVjbTilq0f_7Lz5YxQngvxv3jprjr1cJBTt9FRHvTgKfaY2N6b6ttlyAy76c3HoLD32HFoFT82JWwwYnQH-oWaBMIjPhHf2ZeEwOProyWUZjuBz1bU_cdEIQqTByvtlcK731TqDKl46PzH2LWCQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2262" data-original-width="1946" height="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7QehI6WqW8dYkkPaJi-gtEQ4uAFBmLXJqnzeFZoVOVjbTilq0f_7Lz5YxQngvxv3jprjr1cJBTt9FRHvTgKfaY2N6b6ttlyAy76c3HoLD32HFoFT82JWwwYnQH-oWaBMIjPhHf2ZeEwOProyWUZjuBz1bU_cdEIQqTByvtlcK731TqDKl46PzH2LWCQ=w298-h347" width="298" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2687" data-original-width="2206" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9YT4RbJns8MCRI70PvAbYndJtCmB-QNxGdyouQc89kSxOrg6-IlWd0JMV2qcWvWWYiOQmbtFoKWAEutV9kuY21v4z28zcbZkv72RvWs8eeaBhlBYrKw4jZFxsM6CGpXLmj45t13Da4K0LTPNC2VuMWdzAkNsEP8oD8T1QIZ-uE0R5GQScNVSR1Yc0kg=w308-h375" style="text-align: center;" width="308" /></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b><i>R</i><i>eceipts from Hessy's and Cranes for Pete's drumsticks</i></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaI6w4CDNIYsCJfw_0G5MwE-5fMIWC1T9ULqD2sm58p80CBYXQEq0MLvwGM1-7WNjZk8LtPL_V7IwnmRp9MEbywBCBcjx-w11qbJpnz_4DSmlzhpMP4LFvJidCrPZVp2QVfi6wpkVvbfSKivcLPR642BbMqyWNuoGXKHv9PUXuGEXE_ZAHCOvWe996tQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="656" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaI6w4CDNIYsCJfw_0G5MwE-5fMIWC1T9ULqD2sm58p80CBYXQEq0MLvwGM1-7WNjZk8LtPL_V7IwnmRp9MEbywBCBcjx-w11qbJpnz_4DSmlzhpMP4LFvJidCrPZVp2QVfi6wpkVvbfSKivcLPR642BbMqyWNuoGXKHv9PUXuGEXE_ZAHCOvWe996tQ=w477-h640" width="477" /></a></span></i></div><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Pete's leather trousers from Hamburg</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjadgVS8Hj4IjZyY5lpZLI2WOw1oV0zFKgZDJd_vzHUiA9FY4QmdhFpBdLHbK-rDebQoxaDh7HR034BWC-LjAKmoZUzRYHj2RE6NxKk9DVLVSOkSEpSq-Xlr8-4H0RaQSNC2-JYeeHHByTVnVV8RG4C5UDoW4B7j0Ftie1ThvzwYtZCjATtK_BtJwr4yQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="732" data-original-width="644" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjadgVS8Hj4IjZyY5lpZLI2WOw1oV0zFKgZDJd_vzHUiA9FY4QmdhFpBdLHbK-rDebQoxaDh7HR034BWC-LjAKmoZUzRYHj2RE6NxKk9DVLVSOkSEpSq-Xlr8-4H0RaQSNC2-JYeeHHByTVnVV8RG4C5UDoW4B7j0Ftie1ThvzwYtZCjATtK_BtJwr4yQ=w563-h640" width="563" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Pete's cowboy boots from Hamburg</b></div></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgylNmO-SyaPIJa2JDjgQQU5kcnkkooQHxPp-xSu66oMknhxNhA6wlgEGZwkxmsTvwsh3SGR73kdp1cpu5SXP5yeQYmA1QfZWa6pm3r_a0YvwAft4nUgc5U6HJEu6215Qg-QyblQyIUQFKZH6rT5O4MBM1KXrmnF8hGVPmIMbfoiCuEJm5XqJC-MKL_8w=s800" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="675" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgylNmO-SyaPIJa2JDjgQQU5kcnkkooQHxPp-xSu66oMknhxNhA6wlgEGZwkxmsTvwsh3SGR73kdp1cpu5SXP5yeQYmA1QfZWa6pm3r_a0YvwAft4nUgc5U6HJEu6215Qg-QyblQyIUQFKZH6rT5O4MBM1KXrmnF8hGVPmIMbfoiCuEJm5XqJC-MKL_8w=w675-h675" width="675" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Pete's pink cap from Hamburg. The whole ensemble can be seen in the group photo below.</b></div></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYa09Dwq5PdWlhA9aBg-fll6UsAwWa2I4iz4MqXxIWHh3zbkWy253kr3XsL96yNWUNe_mqdIfmlGzhgMCV3Y4BhXkafqPnnIyYtS9icKFexkluq6F82utIyx1B2muFY1WJ4hQMx4kevXltjoX5wUCqD468xgW6z3H39OuglJGyMkwwYx4TrbyZGbamvg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="695" data-original-width="700" height="671" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYa09Dwq5PdWlhA9aBg-fll6UsAwWa2I4iz4MqXxIWHh3zbkWy253kr3XsL96yNWUNe_mqdIfmlGzhgMCV3Y4BhXkafqPnnIyYtS9icKFexkluq6F82utIyx1B2muFY1WJ4hQMx4kevXltjoX5wUCqD468xgW6z3H39OuglJGyMkwwYx4TrbyZGbamvg=w676-h671" width="676" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>George, Paul and John on the roof of the Top Ten Club in Hamburg, Spring 1961</b></div></div></span></span></i><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiumSeDaLszGNRZzMUmU2xb15dj6gc-1qM-ObAmMLuzWVDoufbTc6DF42ngTXhRtHH9IpwM4qlihoM05KX2wJ0VDc4-lVoK_LWUYD4dKpiYPrXkewXulaf6sD2Kh0XSo97LH7WWlyeoQlUAgFG4zPgAPg6tkjpsd2pmSVY0Yf9qPAZlPRKMlLugzGds0A=w674-h674" width="674" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Roag’s daughter, the actress Leanne Best.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1935" data-original-width="1064" height="1088" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYz8mgXAX5hwBpQaWwHO4WRX99xeiTqyU7TJjc0h8W8-QuErWA6ZiF4bZTYxDfVlZA2K6kujNmDQ3TCvO0i-d-B-X42bElX8fBZA0vt3Psgldtq0G9hiF06R_W6fy5qAOr5sI7npsBxFfr0oSqx3weY40o0l6gOHDzLa6UGjhNWyHHGyM2mC_1E8byNA=w599-h1088" style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: large;" width="599" /></div><p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">I like Roag and I like Pete. But which one is Best?</span></b></i></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b>There's only one way to find out...</b></i></div></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Thanks</b>:</span></o:p></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Roag and Pete Best and everyone at the Liverpool Beatles Museum, Angela Leighton-Jones for letting me use some of her photos, Brian Lewis for taking the photos of me with the various guests, Chrisse Usenius, Jackie Holmes and Dave 'Jamo' Jamieson. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><o:p><span><a name='more'></a></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><div id="ftn3" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Follow me:</span></div><div id="ftn3" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div id="ftn3"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Facebook: </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/240802599661148" target="_blank">There Are Places I Remember</a></div><p></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/beatlesliverpoollocations/" target="_blank">Beatles Liverpool Locations</a></span></p><p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/hinge71" target="_blank">There Are Places I Remember</a></span></p></div></span></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p><span><br /></span></o:p></span></div>ashwomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944671750416171350noreply@blogger.com0