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@virginpaul
“Y’all, I’d never out those gay guys, I promise.” -Alec Baldwin
Alec Baldwin, January 29th, 2026
fully processing how funny it was that john lennon wrote and published an imaginary q-&-a session with himself in which the fictional interviewer (him) asks john (him) about so-called rumours that him and paul fucked. and then john responds to himself pretending to be an interviewer pretending to ask about him and paul fucking by going oh? i thought it was me and brian...literally absolutely fucking insane behaviour. he was publicly writing self-insert rpf in real time for the masses. he was blogging. no one asked him to say all that. he kept that ao3 tab OPEN
love to see it being mainstream
(from faber’s instagram)
they were five minutes old
nice handwriting, John
I was dreaming of what? Paul? I mean, the “past.”
It really is funny how the Beatles were just
Two total whackjobs who were sculpted on the same plane of existence, who are doomed to solely understand each other and no one else, who melt into a homogenous primordial soup every time they write songs together
One of the best guitarists/songwriters who ever lived, who went ignored because he did not adequately melt into the soup
Ringo
Hello? This is Tuesday speaking. Is that Paul? I’d like to have a word with you. I have something of interest for you.
excited for yet another Paul McCartney near-drowning incident!
Playboy: What's the closest you've been to death? McCartney: In Hawaii. I used to swim off a rock about 10 feet above water level. The huge Hawaiian waves would roll in without breaking. You'd wait for one and get in the water on the crest of a wave, then you'd wait for another wave to lift you up the 10 feet on to this little rock platform. It was a thing all the local kids do, I like to go native a bit. So I do it and I get it off to perfection. But I forget that if there's been a storm the waves are going to behave differently. And one day I went in after a storm. It looked all right. But when I tried to catch a wave to lift me out, it dumped me, the wave broke. Then the next wave dumped me. I was about 30 feet out struggling to get back. I felt myself getting weak and beginning to accept perhaps that this was it. But eventually I pulled myself together and asked God to please put me out. And he did. I've got the scars to this day. Not very big ones, though.
John's collage for Paul - 1966 image
Note: Since posting this, I've made another post with more 1965/1966 images from the collage.
Just making a separate post for this in case the update gets lost in the reblogs. After my post looking at archival information about John's "eyes" collage, which confirmed thanks to an interview with Julian that John did give it to Paul, @fireringeddiva and @gobnaits identified one of the women in the collage as model/actor Peggy Moffitt and sourced the original image, from a 1966 issue of Vogue. This confirms that this part of the collage, at least, dates from on or after 1966, rather than the 1950s date that was attached to it in some sources. The Vogue image is now with the other material in the McLennon Files archive.
My local bookshop now has a McLennon shrine, no way
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bright are the stars
There was nothing about the orgies and the shit that happened on tour. [. . .] Wherever we went, there was always a whole scene going [. . .] What do you do when the pill doesn’t wear off and it’s time to go? [. . .] I could never sleep, such a heavy scene it was. - John Lennon, The Rolling Stone Interview, December 1970