Scruff Story

I found this story at this site.

I have some wonderful memories of the Boys from my teenage years. Like many of the girls of my age at the time of Beatlemania I use to go along to Heathrow and
either welcome the boys home or back from touring abroad. In fact there was a
little click of us, about 10 in all, who use to really quite honestly probably
drive them mad. Where ever they were we were too. We use to hang outside their
houses, Abbey Road, BBC, in fact anywhere we knew they would be. On several
occasions over the years I met all four Beatles. I remember once when Paul lived
at Wimpole Street in the home of Jane Asher's parents, we were as usual standing
about on the corner of the street just hoping for him to arrive. We filled the
keyhole to the house with matches so that when he did arrive he was unable to
put his key into the lock and make a quick dash inside. He took it very well
never ever really got annoyed with us, although looking back now he had every
reason to be.!

He was such a lovely bloke always had time for the fans and
as I said earlier we must really have drove them mad. I remember one night
sleeping in the greenhouse at John's Weybridge home and getting caught by Mal
Evans. We were all made to leave but not until it was light and the first train
was running. On another occasion John came down to the main gate, where we were
all hanging around as usual, he said he thought we should all go home as it was
cold and miserable and didn't we have better things to do than stand outside his
house? Of course our answer was no but really looking back he was probably
politely telling us to get lost! On the same occasion I remember getting hold of
his hand and noticing a cut on his thumb when I asked how he did it he told me
he had been in the garden that afternoon and caught his hand on a prickly bush.
I have lots of other memories and made friends with some really nice girls
during my Beatlemania years. Sadly we all grew up and lost contact, but I often
reflect on those years and remember the great times we all had but some how I
feel our joy was The Beatles pain. We never left them alone. George Harrison
refers to us as Abbey Scruffs in his autobiography "I Me Mine" and although, I
am sure, we drove the boys mad If I could go back I would not change a thing.
Laraine