My first tenuous efforts to strike up some kind of relationship with Ringo fizzled out. I made an overture early on, during the two-and-a-half-hour flight from Las Vegas to Seattle, hoping to open some lines of communication. I must confess I knew very little about him at that time because I had been thrust onto the Beatles scene with barely a few hours' notice. So I approached the assignment with flimsy knowledge about the band in general. I was a bit of an expert on the world of soccer however, and I decided to break the ice by talking about the glorious Liverpool Football Club. After all, I assumed, everyone in Liverpool had football coursing through their veins. Not so. A glazed look came over Ringo's eyes - it was as if I had brought up the price of Chicago pork bellies. Ringo - and, it turned out, the rest of the Beatles - were totally uninterested in football. I went back to my seat.
The Beatles and Me on Tour, Ivor Davis (2014)












