I was watching as the last of the decorators left the flat. Brian was supposed to be waiting at Alistair's house, having dinner and going over business with Alistair. He was supposed to arrive here any minute. I swore if he was late, I'dnever forget him. The lights were all low lamps, lots of candles. Red velvet had been put up as curtains and ( Read more... )

I hadn't heard back from Mal or Brian about my, okay mine and Ringo's weed, and I was getting antsy. Normally it didn't take more than a day and a half before one of them, lately it had been Neil and Mal, to show up with a nice fat bag. So where the hell was it? I had no idea, and Brian couldn't be found. Instead of going and tracking Mal down ( Read more... )

I'd left the office early, thinking I'd go home and call Ken Patridge, and see about the paperwork involved in buying the house on Chapel Street. However, I ran into Mal Evans on my way out of NEMS, and he'd thrust a brown paper bag into my hands, mumbling something about "George asked me for..."

I hadn't even needed to open the bag to know that ( Read more... )

Ringo had headed off to see Maureen and I was out to see Pattie. I was bringing along some po so she could try it. I was really hoping she'd like it as much as I had. I drove over loaded up with joints and a pipe, just in case. I made it over to Pattie's pretty easily, since traffic wasn't heavy yet. I pulled up and parked, heading up the stairs ( Read more... )

Mummy had suggested rather vaguely that I should have a house of my own in London, and the idea had been nagging at me for several weeks. I might have lost all interest in it, but after the incident with George and John, I just...I just needed to be away from the possibility of being walked in on by them. The idea of being away from George carried ( Read more... )

I was sitting in my room, door locked with a towel stuck underneath the door. Wait. I wasn't sitting. I could see the ceiling. Was I sitting on the wall? No, no that's impossible. Unless I put glue on my ass. Very strong glue. Oh shit, I hope I'm wearing pants otherwise I was never moving, or I'd rip off my skin ( Read more... )

I parked my car and headed up to the NEMS office building, where I was assuming I would find Brian, tucked away in his office with a drink and a migraine. That's where I would be if I was with him. But in two short days we would be having his party and I was beside myself with worry and excitement. I wanted so badly for everything to go off without ( Read more... )

I walked into the recording studio, finding that only George Martin, and Norman were there. I couldn't possibly be the only one here, could I? I was only four minutes early. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and I smiled.

"Hey John, where's George and Richie?" I felt like I was forgetting something important. What was today?

I was in my room, sitting on  my bed and strumming idly at the guitar. Just moments before I had the greatest idea for a song, but it passed just as quickly as it came. Damn it all. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Just after six on a Saturday evening, and I was doing absolutely nothing. Something seemed wrong about this picture ( Read more... )

I'd been offered a spot on a panel of judges at 'Beat Time for Oxfam'. As far as I knew, it was a pop talent contest with some sort of charity connection being held at the Prince of Wales Theatre. They'd asked me to bring one of the boys along to fill the remaining spot ( Read more... )