|Photo taken by Barb Fenick|
Monday, August 11th (1969) was our last day in London and Jeri, Sara and I resolved to try to help Paul get his stolen property back if we could. Every time we'd ask someone in the know why Paul was so distant and unrelaxed with his fans this summer, they'd always say it was the robbery and now he didn't trust any of his fans. So we concluded that if he knew who had done it and if he could get back at least most of his stuff then he wouldn't have to take it out on the rest of us. Although we knew that it was more than just the robbery that had Paul so withdrawn, still our intentions seemed logical and we really wanted to help. We knew that one guy was selling prints made from the thousands of slides stolen from the McCartney's collections (he was charging $1.20 - half a pound a piece too) and that he knew who the actual thieves were (although we had a very good idea ourselves).
We started out by taking the matter to Apple; the people there got all shook up and called Mal at EMI and told him to expect us. I turned around to see Rich and Mo coming in and said hello to both of them. They smiled in recognition and Mo said hello back. Ringo's chauffer, Allen, said he'd drive us over to EMI if we could wait until he was through there. But we thought our matter was so urgent that we had to hurry right over to EMI, probably afraid they'd change their minds about letting us inside (they never let fans in), so we turned down his offer and I've always regretted it. That twice I missed the chance to pull up to EMI in Rich's white Mercedes!
|Photo taken by "Richie" on August 11, 1969|
Before I got on the subway I called Richie back at the hotel and told her to hurry down to Apple as fast as possible before Ringo left. she made it too, breaking all speed records as she dashed out of the hotel, hair still wet, and told the cabbie to "step on it." She got the most beautiful picture of rich for her efforts and had the chance to say goodbye to him, promising him she'd come back next year.
It really felt strange at EMI to go right through the gates and up the stairs without so much as a backward glance, telling the guard, "We have an appointment." You can imagine what all the fans back at the gates thought about us just marching in like that. Once inside, they had us wait in the lobby for about 20 minutes, right across from the recording studio that all four of the Beatles were in and we could even hear them recording. That was so nerve-wracking because I kept hoping that Paul would come out. the only one who saw us inside there was Geroge, he came up to Mal who was talking to us and started screaming at Mal to get some girls away from the side window. Then he looked at us and glared. As they say, if looks could kill...
Finally, we talked the matter over, with Mal who pocketed the eight pictures Sara had bought from that kid, promising to show them to Paul and give them back to her (he told us later he gave them to Paul). He promised to get on that kid and get the matter solved. But he had always been buddy buddy with the kid and we realized later than nothing was really goingn to change, all our efforts and concern had been for nothing. We were all such suckers. The only thing that changed was us. We learned a lot of things that summer. We were never the same again.
At EMI, 3 Abbey Road the Beatles were putting the finishing touches on the last album they were to make together. The day John came to EMI after his terrible car accident in July, with stitches on his forehead. Paul ran out onto the steps and hugged him. And the last track on the last side was "and in the End."