What a weekend, one never to be forgotten.
The boys were travelling to Bangor to join the maharishi Mahesh yogi. Prior to that they came in to the office and I told them Laurie and I were going to the Love In at Woburn Abbey. George asked if we had a tent, because he had borrowed one from a friend and we could use that if we wanted it, so I made arrangements to collect it from his house in Esher.
The phone rang in Stafford Street to say that Cynthia had missed the train to Bangor, she arrived at the office in tears, I felt so sorry for her. Peter Brown arranged a car and eventually she was on her way.
Brian had left London to spend the weekend at his country house Kingsley Hill, Sussex. He phoned to ask if Peter had left yet to join him with some other friends, I had never heard him so animated and extremely happy; he raved how good the weather was and couldn’t wait for them all to turn up.
Laurie and I travelled down to Esher, what George forgot to mention was the tent was as big as a small bungalow, the pole was the size of a tree trunk, my car was a Morris 1100 so we had to stick the pole out of the window and poor Laurie had to hold on to it for the whole journey. Finally, we managed to get there only to find we were incapable of putting the damn thing up, we had to ask two guys in the tent next to us if they would help and they could share our meal. It was at this point we decided that camping was not our bag, the loos were disgusting. We had a great night but on our return to the tent Laurie discovered there were load of insects so she decided to sleep in the car. They didn’t bother me, it is called the South Africa effect. Had a great night’s sleep, plenty of room could apply makeup and change my outfit. Lol had a terrible time so we decided to decamp and travel home, we needed to get ready for the Saville on Sunday, Jimmy Hendrix.
We arrived home, the news came on the radio Brian had died, what a shock. I remember seeing the reaction of the Beatles being given the news in Bangor. They cancelled the concert at the Saville in respect.
I spoke to Joanne, Brian’s secretary on Tuesday morning; Brian’s butler had called her as he couldn’t open the bedroom door. There was a rumour he arrived home alone after an argument with friends, very strange to be so happy and then for him to return alone on the Saturday night! We will never know what really happened.
On the Tuesday Peter Brown eventually turned up at the office, I noticed he was wearing one of Brian’s white monogrammed shirts, my comment was “why are you wearing Brian’s shirt” his reply “well, he won’t need them now”
Strange days ahead, the boys decided to open their own company and Paul’s first project was Magical Mystery tour, I remember thinking after he explained his ideas that the other three were less than enthusiastic. However the plan continued and a busy time was had by all.
The phone rang in Stafford Street to say that Cynthia had missed the train to Bangor, she arrived at the office in tears, I felt so sorry for her. Peter Brown arranged a car and eventually she was on her way.
Brian had left London to spend the weekend at his country house Kingsley Hill, Sussex. He phoned to ask if Peter had left yet to join him with some other friends, I had never heard him so animated and extremely happy; he raved how good the weather was and couldn’t wait for them all to turn up.
Laurie and I travelled down to Esher, what George forgot to mention was the tent was as big as a small bungalow, the pole was the size of a tree trunk, my car was a Morris 1100 so we had to stick the pole out of the window and poor Laurie had to hold on to it for the whole journey. Finally, we managed to get there only to find we were incapable of putting the damn thing up, we had to ask two guys in the tent next to us if they would help and they could share our meal. It was at this point we decided that camping was not our bag, the loos were disgusting. We had a great night but on our return to the tent Laurie discovered there were load of insects so she decided to sleep in the car. They didn’t bother me, it is called the South Africa effect. Had a great night’s sleep, plenty of room could apply makeup and change my outfit. Lol had a terrible time so we decided to decamp and travel home, we needed to get ready for the Saville on Sunday, Jimmy Hendrix.
We arrived home, the news came on the radio Brian had died, what a shock. I remember seeing the reaction of the Beatles being given the news in Bangor. They cancelled the concert at the Saville in respect.
I spoke to Joanne, Brian’s secretary on Tuesday morning; Brian’s butler had called her as he couldn’t open the bedroom door. There was a rumour he arrived home alone after an argument with friends, very strange to be so happy and then for him to return alone on the Saturday night! We will never know what really happened.
On the Tuesday Peter Brown eventually turned up at the office, I noticed he was wearing one of Brian’s white monogrammed shirts, my comment was “why are you wearing Brian’s shirt” his reply “well, he won’t need them now”
Strange days ahead, the boys decided to open their own company and Paul’s first project was Magical Mystery tour, I remember thinking after he explained his ideas that the other three were less than enthusiastic. However the plan continued and a busy time was had by all.
Brilliant as ever
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