I cannot let the opportunity pass without mentioning 'The day I met Sir Paul McCartney.....
This how he looked then....just so handsome !
We were in a stream 0f traffic driving along a congested street in Liverpool city.
It was 1964 I was a very happy teenager and had fallen in love with the guy I was to marry three years later. We drew alongside a very smart, silver Aston Martin DB6 and who should be driving it but Sir Paul McCartney. I nearly passed out, he was so handsome. He wound the window down to speak to me, I spluttered to him, "I absolutely love your latest record, 'I want to hold your hand". He asked if I would like to hear it, then pressed a button on his 6 track tape recorder and played ' I want to hold your hand'. Then he proceeded to sing along with recording.
I bet there's not many girls can boast that they were personally serenaded by Paul McCartney. His father was sitting alongside him, smiling proudly.
Although, I'd seen The Beatles perform live at The Cavern years before, they were just a talented, local band of boys and didn't have the pazzazz that they'd achieved by 1964.
Trubes and Paul McCartney
During the heady days of the sixties they used to sing a song called Penny Lane.
Long before they recorded it, Paul was sitting in a Bus depot waiting for John to arrive. Whilst he was looking around the environs, he started to write the lyrics for the song, which was recorded later.
It is a song I very much relate to because it's a place I know well as it's not far from where I live now.
Here are some of the lyrics that a very talented young Paul wrote whilst waiting for John Lennon, little knowing what lay in store for them.
I unashamedly say that, I am one proud person to have been a part of Sir Paul McCartney and the Beatles phenomenal rise to fame!
Here a few lines from that touching little ditty......
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling Poppies from a tray.......
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies