Beatles by Hunter Davies Read Free Book Online

going to have a heart attack. Angie, a much younger lady, was encouraging him to jump about.
    Michael, Paul’s younger brother, was also living at home at that stage, and he told a story about Paul’s innate sense of diplomacy, which he had always noticed, ever since his young days.
    ‘I was in Paris with them, and George Martin had arranged for them to sing “She Loves You” in German. He waited in this studio for them for two hours, and they didn’t turn up. George arrives at the hotel where we all were, the George V, and when they see him come in, they all dive under the tables. “Are you coming to do it or not?” asked George. John said no. Then George and Ringo also said no. Paul said nothing.
    ‘They all went back to their meal. Then a bit later, Paul suddenly turned to John and said, heh, you know that so and so line, what if we did it this way? John listened to what Paul said, thought a bit, and said yeh, that’s it.
    ‘That had been the real reason why they hadn’t turned up. But without arguing, Paul had cleverly brought the subject round again, sorted it out. Before long, they all got up and went off to the studio.’
    Mimi was the only one who had left the Liverpool area, coming down to the South Coast to a new bungalow near Bournemouth. She too had found her life in Liverpool taken over by the fans, though she had always tried to be kind to them, searching round for some old object belonging to John to give them.
    ‘One day I at last couldn’t find anything. “Not even a button?” this girl said. Well, I’ve always had a phobia for cutting buttons off all clothes before throwing them out. So I got out my big button tin I’d had for years and gave her one. She threw her arms round me and kissed me. She said she’d never forget it. She later wrote and said she was wearing it on a gold chain round her neck and all the girls in her factory were jealous.’
    This naturally led to all the other girls in the factory writing to Mimi for John’s buttons, and then fans everywhere, as the story got round. ‘I’ve sent buttons to every country in the world. America, Czechoslovakia, everywhere.’
    In the end she was very upset by two fans who had broken into her house when she was ill in bed upstairs. She’d left the back door open for the doctor and when she heard noises down below, she thought it must be burglars. She crept downstairs, expecting to be attacked, and found two girls, stretched out on her brand new sofa, with a pile of used toffee papers all round them. She told them to go, furious that they had come in without asking, making her house a public property. They did at last leave, but on the way they stole her back door key. Mimi sat down and cried.
    ‘I was like that when the bread man arrived. He very kindly phoned his works and a man came and put a new lock and key on the door. It was the Scott’s bread man. One of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me.’ It was not long after this that Mimi decided to leave Liverpool completely.
    It’s interesting to think, all these years later, that many of those Beatle souvenirs are now turning up at Sotheby’s in London and being sold for a fortune, before going on to decorate the games room or the bar of some Japanese millionaire.
    Mimi was very helpful to me, on my visits to her, though so many of her stories about John as a little boy seemed to clash with his own versions, given by John himself, and by his school friends.
    In Mimi’s eyes, John had a perfect middle-class upbringing. Yes, he could be naughty now and again, but more on the linesof Just William and his pranks, nothing nasty or horrible and certainly not criminal. She didn’t know where such tales came from. Her own stories were mainly about John’s early childhood, almost as if she had drawn a veil over most of the rest, determined to keep him young and sweet and innocent for ever, at least in her mind.
    Even when she witnessed a triumphal Beatle concert in