the juvenile product of the working class

He looked awful. I couldn’t get over it. Horrible. He had one eye open, and he just squawked all the time. They held him up and he looked like a piece of red meat. When I got home I cried, the first time for years and years.

But the next day, he looked more human. He turned out a lovely baby in the end.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL MCCARTNEY! ↬  June 18th, 1942, Liverpool

HPD🎂

January 14th - 15th 1964, Paris

From Love Me Do by Michael Braun

The first night, John and Paul stayed in their suite, listening to records and reading fan mail. George, who had been signed for 100 pounds a day by the Daily Express to write of his experiences in Paris, went to a nightclub in the Place Pigalle. Back in the City of Light, John and Paul slept till three o'clock in the afternoon. That much everybody agreed on. Quote by Vincent Mulchrone from Daily Mail: George Harrison was astir early, but John Lennon and Paul Mccartney slumbered on until franctic photographers forced them at lens point into the Champs-Élysées. Derek Taylor (a British journalist) wanted to know why the Beatles slept so much. "My office wants to know what they're doing in Paris, so they'd better be doing something."

Mr. Taylor, you better not worry, they are doing something alright. My head just running wild with theories, sleeping till 3 PM in the afternoon would only mean that John and Paul stayed up till 8 AM in the morning to do god knows what (definitely not just listening to records, composing and answering fan mails, right?)

And then they emerge from their hotel room looking like a newlywed couple in the afternoon of January 15th 1964

And then the pictures Paul personally took of John

I wanted him dead. I wanted him all to myself.

Fake magazine cover for a props in the upcoming short Loustat comics I'm still working on and should be done soon! Figured I could share this with you all in the meantime 😊

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