Now can't sleep, just thinking of George's hairy legs. Michael Braun: Love Me Do! 1964
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Now can't sleep, just thinking of George's hairy legs. Michael Braun: Love Me Do! 1964
Tony Barrow, the Beatles’ first press officer, observed: “There was a very intimate relationship in Liverpool between the Beatles and their fans. And the Beatles’ fans could actually ring the Beatles. I mean, you just had to look under ‘Mc’ in the phonebook and ring Paul McCartney and say, ‘Please will you play “Some Other Guy” for us at the Cavern on Friday.’” … Margaret Hunt, who first saw the Beatles perform at the Aintree Institute, decided to look up Paul McCartney’s home phone number and call him. Still asleep when she rang one weekday morning, a message was left for him. Much to her surprise, the call was returned. This first pleasant, one-on-one interaction with McCartney led to several others and, soon after, many with her favourite Beatle John Lennon.
- Christine Feldman-Barrett, A Women’s History of the Beatles (2021)
‘Please will you play “……..” for us at the Cavern on Friday?’ It makes me so happy this is essentially still a thing! I live near enough to Liverpool to be a regular in the Cavern, I’m obsessed with the place. The artists who play in there now are really good, some of them are VERY good. You can still ask them to play your requests in advance, only difference is it’s now messaging on Instagram!
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FOOD DISCOURSE: reblog with ur opinions on guacamole, olives, mango, hummus, tomatoes, and cannolis
This. So this. My parents fall into this trap of thinking from time to time too. They always say they didn’t spend much money when they were young, no treats etc., yet I was having a conversation with my mum the other day about what I take into work for lunch with me and she just said so offhand ‘oh we used to go the cafe down the road every day when I was in my 30s’. And I was like wait whattt??? To which she said ‘oh it was cheap, it was only just this little cafe, nothing special. But now even just the little independent cafes down the road are expensive. No one could just afford to go there every lunchtime. I don’t have a single colleague who goes out to buy lunch instead of bringing in food from home. That’s the thing, previous generations did spend money, did buy commodities which could have been cheaper, but they were so cheap already they could afford it and didn’t need to think about it. They could afford the coffee, just as they could afford the house. Just as they could afford to go watch their football team every weekend instead of spending a fortune on streaming the matches because even that is still cheaper than a ticket. Rant over.
which of these skills do you possess
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Whatever you did with your day, I know mine was better because it involved eating McDonald’s fries in Aunt Mimi’s front (best) room.
I quite literally felt her turning in her grave, but I hope it gave John a laugh!
john lennon on twitter in 2011: i've always said two of us was gay as hell *turns off his computer by yanking out the power cord*
What is the best ice cream flavor
vanilla 🤍
chocolate 🤎
strawberry 🍓
mint chocolate chip (gross, wrong answer, don't pick) 💚
rocky road 🖤
elephant/moose tracks (correct answer) 🫎
butter pecan (also an underrated choice) 💛
coffee ☕️
cookie dough 🍪
other (put it in the tags 🍨)
kind of obsessed with this comment on a video of “i don’t know (johnny johnny)” like girl what are you talking about. i love this take though
“We tried to think of a number to finish off with so I can get out of here and be sick, and we thought we'd do a number of an old, estranged fiancé of mine, called Paul.” John Lennon, 1974
This continues to be bonkers, by the way. The quote itself, the use of the word fiancé, the choice of song. And the fact that Elton is happily all up in the Lennon-McCartney madness. Then there’s that extra layer of Paul serving as intermediary for John and Yoko’s reunion.
These incredibly straight men and their incredibly straight marriage to each other. Tell me more about your engagement, Johnald. When do you consider yourselves affianced?
Robert Downey Jr regarding the Oppenheimer screening in the Hamptons over the summer
Has anyone ever thought, yes each day that passes is another day Paul has lived without John. More than 40 years and counting…
But, each day that passes brings Paul closer to the day on which, he believes, he will be with him again.
And yes, on that day we’ll all be fucking heartbroken, but surely this will be the only thought which will bring any of us any comfort, right?
Excuse me while I scream into the void
Not to be dramatic, but have I ever told you that I love Paul McCartney? As in, that I utterly utterly adore James Paul McCartney? That I love him to the very marrow of his bones? That I love him from the top of his, once dark brown now silver haired, head to the very tips of his toes? That I love him not in spite of his downright weirdness, but because of it? That I love him so much I no longer know what my joy, or my comfort, are without his music? That I will love him until the last moment I draw breath?
I have?
Well I’m doing it again because I haven’t told you enough.
The Beatles during their first professional photography session with local wedding photographer Albert Marrion in Wallasey, England | 17 December 1961 © Albert Marrion (I) (III)
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