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This is where you can really see tough Paul. The Paul that MLH HAS pups not like to meet in a dark alley. Especially, the third gif.

Paul McCartney admits to using LSD, ITN evening news, 19th June 1967 (video here)

More proof that Paul is hot when he’s pissed off

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The Beatles, 1967 - Geoffrey Stokes

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Did Yoko consciously position John as abandoned by everyone, and constantly remind him of that fact (reinforced with whatever went on with Janov), in order to make herself irreplaceable as his one and only ever loyal saviour?

If she didn’t, how long before she realised the full extent of what she’d taken on?

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Paul McCartney’s band giving him a present for 20 years together, backstage at the O2, 19th December 2024

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John 😭

That's my favorite...

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Now and Then: A McLennon Masterpost

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Meet me in Montauk?

Just in case you needed a reminder that this masterpiece of a demo exists, I made this.

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"The time has come, the walrus said, for you and me to stay in bed again... it'll be just like starting over."

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q: do you think you’re setting bad examples, paul

paul: No I Think It’s The Government

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This is a treasure trove. 🙌

The Beatles & Noël Coward

The songwriting ambitions of Wooler and the Lennon-McCartney team provided a rich topic of conversation. "I used to discuss this chiefly with Paul," said Wooler. "I did discuss songs with John, but he wasn't interested in my kind of songs. Whereas Paul McCartney was interested in what I had to say about songs, and Noël Coward, for instance. I talked to him about Noël Coward and how clever and how witty he was. And this is what I miss about rock'n'roll songs, the absence of wit. There's so very few of them have any wit about them. Which is very sad. They're all rather long-suffering, these songs. And all this pall rather appalled me. 'When I'm Sixty-Four' is really, I think, the only witty Beatles song, which is essentially a McCartney number. When I used to announce Paul at the Cavern, occasionally I'd say, 'Now Paul's going to sing a song of his own he's written; he's the Noël Coward of rock'n'roll!' I think he liked that appellation, that description."

- Gillian G. Gaar, 'I AM THE DJ: AN INTERVIEW WITH THE CAVERN'S BOB WOOLER', Goldmine (8 November 1996)

John and Paul meet Noël Coward at Alma Cogan's party at her London apartment, 1-4 June 1964.*

[Coward] found them 'pleasant young men, quite well behaved and with an amusing way of speaking'. [...] Though [Coward's] background was not so very different from the Beatles' - his father was an impoverished piano salesman - he swiftly assimilated into high society, readily adopting the mannerisms and accents of the English upper classes. Small wonder, then, that the current rise of working-class culture held so little appeal for him. [...] Coward made the mistake of relaying his encounter with John and Paul, in derogatory terms, to David Lewin of the Daily Mail. It never occurred to him that Lewin would quote him in print complaining that the Beatles were 'totally devoid of talent. There is a great deal of noise. In my day, the young were taught to be seen but not heard - which is no bad thing.'

- Craig Brown, One Two Three Four: The Beatles in Time (2020)

(*Craig Brown dates this meeting as 6 June, however the Beatles - minus Ringo - were in Amsterdam on this date, and the party was in London. Lewin's article is published on Friday 5 June 1964 and refers to Coward's 'last day' of his visit to Britain 'this week' - therefore more likely 1-4 June.)

A year later, Coward sees the Beatles in concert at the Teatro Adriano in Rome, 27 July 1965, and afterwards goes to meet them at their hotel.

PAUL: Brian came and said, 'Noel Coward would like to meet you boys.' We all said, 'Oh, fucking hell, no! No, no, no. I'm going to bed.' Nobody was really keen, we were better just casually interacting with people. Once you actually had to meet them, it became a bit official and our black humour would kick in and we'd try and counteract the fact that four of us were going to have to line up to meet the great man, so piss-takes would come fairly readily. No one was going to go, and Brian said, 'You can't, you just can't!' So I went down and met him. But then he said some not too pleasant things about us after that, so fuck him anyway.

- Paul in Barry Miles, Many Years From Now (1997)

...I was told that the Beatles refused to see me because that ass David Lewin had quoted me saying unflattering things about them months ago. I thought this graceless in the extreme, but decided to play it with firmness and dignity. I asked Wendy [Hanson, the Beatles' publicist] to go and fetch one of them and she finally reappeared with Paul McCartney and I explained gently but firmly that one did not pay much attention to the statements of newspaper reporters. The poor boy was quite amiable and I sent messages of congratulation to his colleagues, although the message I would have liked to send them was that they were bad-mannered little shits.

- Noël Coward's diary entry for 4 July 1965, referring to 27 June. (x)

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I wonder if he ever looked at John like that.

Paul McCartney photographed by Linda in 1968.

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This is so future nostalgia coded. He DECIDED to do this. He made a conscious choice. What must it be like to live inside his mind?

If I had three wishes they would be for three conversations with him. The first would be on a cross country road trip. Playlists and chat. Can you imagine?

The Quarry Men with Arthur Kelly, George Harrison and John Lennon (circa 1958)

The Fritz Session, 9th April 1969, photo by Bruce McBroom

The cover of Rolling Stone №57 (April 30, 1970 with interview about Paul's first solo album McCartney), photo by Linda Eastman (McCartney)

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Wanton hussy

HELLO?? PAUL WOAH.

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LENNON: But the so-called thing of the Beatles was the fact that we were pretty well educated and not truckers. Paul could have gone to university. He was always a good boy.

PLAYBOY: "Fool on the Hill"? LENNON: Paul. Proving he can write lyrics if he's a good boy.

–John Lennon, unprompted, for Playboy magazine (September 1980)

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Monsieur, with these Rocher you are really spoiling us.

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Oh George. 🥹❤️

George Harrison - 1987 (taken shortly before Dent-Robinson interview)

[…] A tubby studio worker interrupts for the inevitable autograph. He asks with a reverence unusual for those ‘in the business’. Harrison’s reaction is both genuine and remarkable. He listens carefully as the man unfolds a long-winded and nervous story of how, as a lad, he had seen the Beatles in concert in Plymouth and Exeter. Harrison smiles slowly. He signs. “God bless you!” says the stranger to him. “No, God bless you,” replies Harrison, softly, earnestly but with humour – adding with a gentle smile, “God is within you, you know? Remember that.” Then, with a wink at me, Harrison takes back the scrap of paper and says, “Hold on, we can do better than this.” And he adds the signatures of Paul McCartney, John Lennon and Ringo Starr to his own. “I used to be the one who had to do this all the time in the Fabs,” he remarks, the Fabs being an abbreviated form of the ‘Fab Four’ tag used by Beatles aficionados. Then, after adding the regulation starry flourish under Ringo’s signature which marks it out as ‘genuine’, Harrison says, “We will see that one in Sothebys next year, won’t we, mate?” The studio worker responds fervently, “No way, you can count on that, no way at all!” He then leaves, looking down at the piece of paper before shaking his head and muttering, “My missus will never believe this.” 

A senior studio manager standing nearby remarked to me at this point, “George still makes groupies out of all of them, you know. Don’t ever say that Beatle power is dead.” George’s reaction to this comment is one of seriousness. “I’ve gone through stages of thinking it crazy or sick, but of course I realise now it isn’t. I have thought this kind of adulation is real and unreal, good, bad. In all honesty, I just don’t know. What I can say though is that it has less to do with us as individuals than with the time, the era that ‘Beatles’ is shorthand for. People really are kind of worshipping their own past - and there’s nothing wrong with that so long as they don’t get it out of perspective. But you’re not going to get me to say that we were or weren’t gods; it’s more than twenty years since John Lennon got tripped up over that and he was badly misunderstood. We’re all much wiser now – those of us who are left.”

[…] “I hope [grown-up Beatles fans] also have a space somewhere in their hearts for us. Take that big guy just now who asked for the autograph. He looked like a huge, rough, tough truck driver but he was really very gentle. You know that does please me and perhaps it is idealistic, but I would like to think that the Beatles fans have mostly grown up that way. That somehow they did gain from the Beatles experience, as indeed we did, and that ultimately they all appreciate that love is always better than war. Okay, it sounds a very sixties sentiment, but as far as I am concerned there really is still a lot in it, and I have seen nothing in any of the cultural changes since which convinces me that message, although perhaps it was rather naively expressed by us all back then, is not actually a better message than most.”

- Interview with Nick Dent-Robinson (1987)