bit of a Beatle wife bit that fell off a bit
Honestly though, it’s flattering; no/one ever wants to hear my side of the story and there’s always another side isn’t there? Somewhere, if you look hard enough. That’s the trouble with the world nowadays, nobody takes the trouble to really look at things, I mean, properly look. “There’s always a chance”, he used to say,”if you just bloody well look for it.” ‘Course funny that what with his eyes being so bad.
“Oh I don’t need ‘em,” he’d be going on, “you’ve got a pair lovely enough for the both of us!”
The old charmer, he’d be giving out the flannel, “Irish eyes are smiling” or whatever you like.
Like I said, a real charmer – when he wanted to be - but then that’s the family for you, all of them charming, when they want to be, and blind. And liars.
The Lennons are all liars.
Really, do I? Well, I got a right haven’t I? And I mean, who am I now? No/one – nowhere bloody woman, ha ha. You know though… I was remembering, it’s been stuck in my noggin’ like a bloody radio ‘Things We Said Today’ that’s one, right? Funny that.
What? Paul’s, Paul’s is it? Paul Mc- You don’t get it do you? Back then, there weren’t no bloody McCartney, there weren’t no – they was all Beatles, get me, Beatles the lot of them, right? Beatle John, Beatle George – I ought to know, I mean I only went and married one didn’t I? Beatle Fred.
Whattya mean he wasn’t a – you cheeky git, how dare you?! Saying a thing like that after all I – Look, it’s my story right? I’m giving you my side, In My bloody Life, Mister, alright? Know how it was do you? I’ll tell you, it was the same as right here, right now and you with your judgemental face on, ‘Who does she think she is, look at her – marrying a fella like him – just to marry a Beatle – marry the money more like!’ all of that, all the time.
And as for the family, Christ I – wait, sorry, no that IS his fault actually because I never used to swear.
Oh right, yeah, John, right - oh that – the… look, I’ll tell you; ‘like Dracula’ I read that somewhere, anyway, yeah he comes in, sweeps in, all angry and long haired and those black clothes, vampire, the whole bit, Son of bloody Dracula. Ha, ha, ha! But like a fairytale too, really I mean, the sort of, oh – the prince to the tower, Childe Roland, that one. He was big on Browning was John. What, you didn’t know that? You didn’t know about that Dracula film either, did you, and I was nearly in that! AND Freddie – till John threw another moody. Anyway, like a fairytale, like a prince, and that’s a secret between you and me and the four walls, it’s always been a sort of fantasy for me, always was. John bloody well knew it too.
Typical bastard Lennon, ha, ha, ha!
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