My meetles with the Beatles

This story was published in book, The Best of the Beatles book, which is from the publishers of one of the best magazines ever, Beatles Book Monthly. Written by Valerie Lloyd (pictures to the left of Ringo)

If anyone ever asks me to name the most thrilling day of my life, I would say, without a doubt, Tuesday, November 19 (1963). Why? Because that was the day I met the Beatles. I was lucky enough to be one of the winners of a competition run by a national musical paper. The prize was two tickets to see The Beatles' show in Wolverhampton, and the chance to meet them beforehand in their dressing-room.

The winners' names were printed on the Thursday, and I was thumbing through the paper at the tea-table, when suddenly I caught sight of my name at the top of the list, "Mum!" I screamed through a mouthful of cream cake, "I've won!" My mother picked herself up from the floor, and went straight to phone my father (who was still at work) and my brother (who lives near Wolverhampton), and just about anyone else she could think of! I tried to keep sane over the weekend, but I was suffering such a mixture of excitement, apprehension and sheer shock, that I didn't know how I survived til Tuesday.

When Tuesday finally came, I didn't go to school; I would never have been able to concentrate on lessons, anyway. My parents took me down to Wolverhampton by car, and I met my brother (who was coming with me) and the other two winners and their companions, in the theatre. After what seemed an eternity we were taken to meet the Beatles. Their dressing room was so small that we had to go in three at a time. My brother and I, and another boy, went last. The first thing I saw was an orange face (stage make-up!), almost completely veiled by a floppy mop of hair. It was George. I shook hands with him and the rest of the Beatles. Then because Ringo is rather small, he got up on a chair and started shaking hands with everyone (including John, Paul and George) all over again! Paul said, "It's still him, only he's grown a bit!" Oh yes and Paul with the sexiest of voices said "How ya doin' luv?" Well, what would YOU do? I couldn't think of anything to say, and just turned a muted shade of puce!

Paul started doing a "Caruso" act and someone said, "I thought John was the singer," and John, with shattering gusto, bellowed out some unintelligible tune (by no stretch of the imagination could it have been the latest John Lennon and Paul McCartney composition!) George handed round a tin of humbugs "as eaten by Ma-somebody-or-other (I think it was Cooper) in the eighteenth century."

Paul asked me what relation Christopher (my brother) and I were, and where we came from. When I told him, "Shrewsbury," he said, "That's a long way, isn't it? How did you come?" I said that Dad had brought me, and he replied, "Oh, very posh, got a car!" I laughed and he repeated, in pure Liverpudlian, "A CA-A-A-A-AR!" What struck me about the Beatles was the way they put everyone at ease. They made us feel really welcome, and seemed really interested in us. There was nothing struck-up about them. They were a normal, ordinary, down to earth bunch. I gave them a drawing I'd done of all four of them, and Paul said it was the best he'd seen. My head's never been quite the same size ever since!

By the way, Beatles, do you remember all this? I suppose it's a bit much to ask, but I've heard that you've got good memories. What became of the drawing? Have you still got it? I remember when I gave it to you, George said, "Yoo've woon another 'oom-boog!" That made me laugh! Anyway, soon it was time to go, and after collecting their autographs (John put "the balancing dog" next to his, but I never did know what that meant!), we had our photos taken on the steps outside the dressing-room. Oh yes, and before we went George said, "Try and keep 'em (the kids) quiet!" He must have been joking!

We said goodbye and went to our seats in the front row. The Kestrels, the Vernon Girls and the Brook Brothers were on the bill. You don't need to be told that when the Beatles came on, and throughout their act, there was continual screaming. It was so loud that you had a job to hear what they were singing - and we were in the front row! When the show was over my head was spinning like a top, but in spite of that it was a wonderful evening, one that I shan't forget for a long, long time!