The marriage of the year

It was 50 years ago today-- on February 11, 1965 that Richard Starkey married Maureen Cox.   This was a time of mixed feelings for many Beatle fans.    Quite a few Ringo fans were heartbroken over the news of Ringo and Mo's marriage.    Girls were seen crying, wearing black arm bands for weeks afterwards and one fan I spoke to said that she had bought a wedding band to give to Ringo, and wore it every day.  Once he got married, she took it off and put it on her keyring...in case Ringo and Maureen didn't work out.     And she still had it on her key chain to show me!   

But I believe that most fans were accepting of Ringo's marriage.   They were sad but Maureen was living their dream.....a Beatles fan who married one of the Beatles!    And Maureen  came across as very likable and a good match for Ringo.    One thing was obvious:   fans might have not been happy that one less Beatle was available to marry, but it did not hinder the Beatles popularity one bit. 

I would think that most fans felt the way things are depicted in this song, "Treat him Tender, Maureen."

Here is an article written by Cheryl Hillman for The Beatles Charlton Publication in 1965.



The marriage of the year
By Cheryl Hillman

One night in 1962, a girl called Mary Cox was in the Cavern Club.  She was an apprentice hairdresser in a local salon and a Cavern "regular."   A boy asked her to dance and she found out that his name was Richard Starkey -- "Ringo" to his friends and that he lived in Dingle.   He had been with the Beatles for just a week and was finding a lot of opposition from Pete Best fans who were up in arms against his dismissal from the group.  He asked Maureen (as she was known to her friends) for a date, and she accepted.   That was the start of a serious but short romance.   Short because within weeks The Beatles had hit number one position in the charts and England had gone Beatle crazy.

When the Beatles left Liverpool to go on a mad whirl of one-night stands and television shows, Maureen thought that she had seen the last of the boy she loved.  Ringo had had other girlfriends, and now that millions of girls were screaming over him she didn't expect him to do anything but forget her.  She realized that the only thing to do was to carry on as if she had never met him.  But, of course, she didn't forget him.

Maureen lived with her parents in a tiny terrace house in Boundary street, in the poor dockside area of Liverpool.   Probably nobody was more surprised than her when at the first opportunity Ringo sought her out and dated her again.   He saw her as often as he could after that, ringing up the hairdressing salon where they soon found out who her mysterious boyfriend was, but they kept her secret for her.  the cloak and dagger romance must have been a hard, but exciting secret for the girls in the salon to keep.

At one point news of the romance did leak out, but both Ringo and Maureen denied it so emphatically and seem so hurt by the "rumor" that most people soon dismissed it as being another piece of slanderous Beatle gossip.  When Maureen joined Ringo (she has always called him Richie) on a Caribbean cruise with Paul and Jane Asher, the talk started again.  Would Ringo and Maureen marry?

One morning Ringo and Maureen were at London's famous Ad Lib Club.  It was 2a.m. and in the romantic atmosphere Ringo asked her to marry him.   Maureen's a petite, shy, dark-haired beauty, accepted.  Ringo wanted a quiet wedding.  not because he had wedding nerves (he had made too many entrances on stage to worry about walking down the aisle),  but because he knew that if his marriage was given a great deal of publicity he, being a Beatle, would get nearly all the limelight on their wedding day.   Ringo, being the person he is, was determined that it was going to Maureen's day.  so their wedding, like their romance, was carried out under the heading Top Secret.

At 8:15 on the morning of Thursday 11th February a small group of people filed into a London Register office.  24 year old Ringo and 18 year old Maureen became Mr. & Mrs. Richard Starkey.  The ceremony was performed by the Registrar Mr. Barry Digweed in a large room with red curtains and pale grey, red-patterned wallpaper, at Caxton Hall, Westminster.   the couple exchanged rings.  Ringo gave Maureen a heavily ornamented ring.  Maureen, a sky, quiet person slipped onto Ringo's finger a simple plain gold band.  as might have been expected, Brian Epstein, whom the Beatles look upon as a real friend and advisor was best man.   John Lennon and George Harrison witnessed the marriage certificate.  Cynthia Lennon, Maureen's parents and Ringo's mother and step-father made up the rest of the wedding party.   And so, while most of England was having breakfast, Ringo married the girl he had met back home in Liverpool's cellar club in Mathew Street.

*Many of these photos were found on the Maureen Starr Tribute yahoo group. 

The Fabulous 4 Sweep Through America Winning new praise and Stealing Girls' hearts

Here is another interesting article written by a Teenage movie magazine after the Beatles first visit to L.A.   I like this one because it helps narrow down the dates of what happened on what days when the Beatles were in L.A.  (something I am still trying to do!).    And you can totally tell which parts Peggy Lipton help write!

 

The Fabulous Four Sweep through America Winning new Praise and Stealing Girls’ hearts

By Earl Leaf

(From 1964 Movie Magazine)

The Beatles came, saw and conquered all.  Mostwheres on their great American concert tour they were hopping about like fleas on a hot stove.  By the end of the journey they were four beat boys, ready to unwind and relax.  

They had three days in Hollywood, including two days of nothing to do but have fun.  They schedule:  Sunday afternoon press conference at the Cinnamon Cinder, popular young adult night club.  Sunday night concert at the Hollywood Bowl and a party afterwards.  Monday afternoon a garden party at the home of Alan Livingston, prexy of Capitol Records.  Stars and their sprouts paid $25 each to meet the Beatles, raising $13,000 for the Hemophilia Foundation.  Monday evening to Wednesday ahem-free days with an almost continuous round of gassy parties in their rented Bel Air hideaway not far from Elvis Presley’s dark, quiet, tomb-like house.  All roads leading to the Beatles pad were blocked off by the Bel Air patrols and the Beverly Hills police.  Hundreds of Beatlemaniacs swarmed about the barricades to get a glimpse of their heroes.  Many slunk through the underbrush and leaped from limb to limb in trees to reach their idols. 

A few did elude the fuzz and sneak past the guards to reach the house.  The Beatle boys themselves kicked nobody out.  One cute charmer flew through the Beatles front door with the yelling cops in hot pursuit.  Laughing, Paul rescued her from the lawmen, inviting her to share a bottle of pop, gave her an autograph and let her go.  The happiest dolly in dollville!

 There were almost 50 girls at the first party on Monday night—all invited by the Beatles, their friends, or members of their staff.  Neil Aspinall, their road manager, “played the heavy” and ushered most of the girls out at midnight, explaining the boys had to get their rest.  The Beatles are night people who can’t sleep until daybreak anyhow.

I met the Beatles once over-lightly in Las Vegas and the friendship thickened during their happy Hollywood holiday.  The following personality sketches are based on my own meets and talks with the fab four plus observations of one of my closest and dearest friends, young actress, Peggy Lipton, who was their personal guest afternoons and evenings from Sunday until their departure on Wednesday. 

John Lennon

Although not the oldest Beatle, John seems the most mature probably because he looks it.  Also he’s a happy husband and proud papa and is the brain trust of the fabulous four.

Yet when he let his hair down at the two Hollywood parties, John was far over on the wild side – the loudest, noisiest, funniest cutup on them all.  The more excited he became the harder it was to understand a word he said.  His accent came on so thick you couldn’t cut it with a meat cleaver.

One of the screamiest sights of the bash was John dancing with Jill Banner who was teaching him the current American dance rages.  When Jill flaked out after one non-stop hour, John kept soloing on, tossing his torso, flailing his arms, shaking his hairy head, shimmying his shoulders, agitating his hips and hurling his feet around until his backbone came unraveled and his glasses hung by one ear.

John is near-sighted as the turtle who fell in love with an army helmet.   He won’t’ wear his shades during performances which make the vast screaming audience one blurry blog to him.  He can hear them but not see them.  He is never without his dark prescription lenses offstage. 

John’s press conference contributions:

Q:  Are you going to write another book?

A:  Yes, I think I’ll call it “Snow White and the 70 Warts”

Q:  Where’s the most exciting place you’ve ever been?

A:  Liverpool

Q:  Do the fans really scare you fellows?

A:  We love our fans.  They bother the cops more than they bother us.   All the precautions are taken by the police, not by us.

Q:  Don’t you really mind the invasion of your privacy?

A:  That only tie we get annoyed is when the fans wrestle us to the floor and mangle us. 

Paul McCartney

Paul has the most expressive eyes I’ve ever seen.  Usually they sparkle with humor and laughter but they can cloud over quickly when he’s angry or hurt.  You can read Paul’s eyes as easily as a first grade primer.   During a performance his eyes are always roving over the audience; he has a way of making each girl think he’s looking directly at her as his smiling eyes gaze in her direction.

Paul is the most outgoing of the four, without any doubt.  He has a memory like a blotter, likes to meet people and is the easiest to know.  He concentrates on the person he’s with at any moment.  

Even during the pandemonium of the Hollywood press conference while reporters were jabbing questions at him from all sides, Paul took time out to tell me that he thought my original Beatle Books one and Two were the best written and most accurate of all the books published about them.  The picture of me (in shades and a Beatle wig) in the books, he said made me “look like a thin John Lennon.”  Paul’s hair is something else.  He uses no creams, sprays or greasy kid stuff on his rich, thick, luxurious, dark brown locks.  The natural oil in his hair is fragrant.  His beard is heavy, thick wiry and scratchy to tender skin.   Shaving is a twice a day bore.  Paul’s body is not that of an athlete, yet he is extremely well built.  Though he doesn’t have to diet (much) yet, he could easily pick up plenty of poundage if he won’t watch out. 

Paul makes everyone around him feel at ease.  Even if he doesn’t like someone he’ll smile and say a pleasant word.   That’s his way.  He can’t hurt anyone’s feelings.  He can be sarcastic about things and ideas but not about people.  He leaves a lively bull session and has strong opinions about life and love, philosophy and religion. 

The greatest surprise the press has had with the Beatles is discovering how intelligent each of them is.  Their serious minds seek out answers to all the important issues of today and come up with amazing opinions concerning those problems. 

Paul loves to write songs though he can’t read music  During the two nights here, Paul often sat at the piano and played old and new songs.  One of his improvisations, “I Fancy My chances with you,” sung in lilting Liverpoolese, was a larf and a harf.

The others joined Paul around the piano.   Ringo especially enjoys singing funny songs with Paul, some rather risqué.  Pauls’ speaking voice is soft and melodious; his singing voice has a wide range.  He can hit those high notes with no strain.

Press conference Q’s and A’s by Paul:

Q:  who do you hate the most?  Fans who chase you, reporters who ask you stupid questions or photographers who always demand just one more picture?

A:  We don’t hate anyone.

Q:  Do you regard yourselves as musicians?

A:  Well, they let us join the musicians union so I suppose you could say we are.  But not really, I guess.  We don’t’ think much about it.

Q:  Are you married to Jane Asher?

A:  I am tired of that question.  The answer is no.  She’s just my closest girl friend but we aren’t engaged or anything like that.

Q:  Will you be dating Jill Hayworth again?

A:  I don’t want to see her again after all the stories she wrote in the fan magazies after oru last visit to America.

Q:  Do you note any differences between British and American girls?

A:  Bascially they are the same, aren’t they?

Q:  Have you moved into your new house?

A:  We bought a home but it’s standing there empty.  Lots of work has to be done to it before it’s ready to be lived in.

George Harrison

A listener rather than a talker, George Harrison is the quietest Beatle of them all.  “That cat’s got his tongue” complained one girl who was trying to make him talk. 

A few hour later at Burt Lancaster’s house, George started talking like there’s no tomorrow.  He raved about the house, played with Burt’s kids and fanned plenty of conversational breeze.  He changes his moods without warning. 

George’s grin can light up a room like a 500w lamp yet he appears to smile only when he’s tickled or amused which isn’t every minute.  Hanging from the balcony in the Las Vegas Convention Hall was a huge sign in big black letters which read, “SMILE GEORGE!”  He smiled when he saw the sign.

George is the hardest to know.  His quiet reserve is a direct challenge to girls who like a deep guy who isn’t’ easy to figure out.  He is more handsome than you’d guess from his pictures.  His face is thin, his body small-boned and he has almost no hips.The most arresting feature is his eyes, fringed with thick eyebrows.  

 

George loves to wear sport shirts and tight blue jeans slung low on his narrow hips.  He digs cloths that are different.  When he and the other Beatles went shopping on Vine Street, George returned in a gold shirt with a big open collar and full sleeves which he raved about and showed everybody.  Paul and John kidding him like crazy about the shirt but George took the kidding with a grin and wouldn’t stop wearing the way-out garment. 

The three other Beatles treat George like a younger brother. 

His A’s to the Q’s asked him at the press powwow:

Q:  What do you do with your money?

A:  Haul it away to the bank.

Q:  What were your favorite scenes your movie?

A:  John’s bathtub scene and the outdoor field.  These were outlined in the script but John ad-libbed all his action in the tub and the field scene was spontaneous from beginning to end.

Q:  did you ever dream you’d become this big?

A:  I’m still five feet eleven, no bigger than before.

Q:  How about that Seattle psychologist who said the Beatles were a menace to American youth?

A:  We think that psychologist are a menace to youth.

Ringo Starr

When Ringo looks at you with those big sad Basset hound eyes you think he must be unhappy or bored.     It ain’t necessarily so.  He has many moods and a hot temper too, but he’s always ready for a bit of horseplay with the other Beatles or any convenient victim.  Friends say Ringo is a born comedian.

Though he is the prime fave of the feminine fans, he is not always at ease with them.  His shyness takes different forms like either being bashful and tongue-tied in his approach or too abrupt.  He isn’t a smooth operator like Paul or George. 

His photographs do him justice.  Close-up details:  his hair is extremely fine and long with a flip in the back.  When a girl mussed his hair at a party, his bangs stuck out like wire.  He has a scar over his left eye and the eyebrow is nearly white. 

For his three days in Hollywood, Ringo wore the same style blue shirt with a dozen white buttons down the front.  Once he slid into a cowboy shirt with poncho and made like Deadeye Dick, the terror of the Wild West, with two six-shooters given to him by Colonel Parker, Elvis Presley’s manager who visited the Beatles pad bearing gifts for all.  Parker gave Paul, John and George table lamps shaped like covered wagons and Ringo the guns which shoot caps.  Ringo went wild.  He ran around aiming the guns at people, shouting, “Hands up!” and shooting them down like dogs. 

Ringo was missing when the party adjourned to Burt Lancaster’s home to see a film.   When the others settled down to the screening, Ringo arrived with whoops and hollars.  “I’m here, I’m here! Stick ‘em up,” he shouted, cracking up the whole show. 

When they returned to their own pad, Ringo peeled off this cowboy rig and wriggled into tight slacks and the old wrinkled blue shirt again.  

No one has been able to come up with the answer to Ringo’s way out infront popularity with most girls, but many believe it’s the fact he’s the smallest and seems the shyest.  Gals go for the underdog in many cases.  Ringo’s name and his habit of wearing the rings may also be a reason.

Ringo’s answers culled from the press conference:

Q:  have you ever dated Ann Margret?

A:  I never even met her.  All the dates and telephone conversations happened only in the over-active imagination of her press agent.

Q:  Why don’t you like Donald Duck?

A:  Because I can’t understand his quacky talk.

Q:  What’s the story about your jewelry?

A:   I’ve been wearing the same four rings for the past three years.    I wear the St. Christopher’s medal not because I’m religious but because it was a gift from a dear friend.

Q:  What will you do when the Beatle fad is over?

A:  Ask me 20 years from now.  I don’t think about the future.  I just keep rolling along like Old Man River singing my songs.

Jet magazine in 1966

Did you realize that you can get some magazines for FREE from google?   Well one of the few that you can read all of the issues of is "Jet" magazine, the magazine for African Americans that had articles about music, politics and issues of the day.    I ran a search on Beatles and found this information about in one of the 1966 issues about the Beatles in Memphis.   I really enjoy the Bobby Hebb photographs. 

Beatles Tell Memphis Newsmen They like Negro Vocal Groups

Jet Magazine September 1966

When Four long-haired Britishers—John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harris (sic) and Ringo Starr – known professionally as the Beatles –sang to a Memphis, Tenn audience of 20, 128 (which included two performances) only a handful of Negroes were spotted.  Included among the screaming fans was Carla Thomas, a top recording star who current disk B-A-B-Y has caused many screams at rock n roll concerts  Carla, without reservation, let it be known that “I am a Beatle fan.”  Carla continued, “:I’ve always wanted to see them in person but was disappointed because I couldn’t hear anything for all of the screaming teenagers.  I like them, especially Paul.”    Between performances, the notorious foursome held a 25 minute so called “press” conference which was no place for a working newsmen (teenage girls broke It up with their screams).  Paul McCartney, seemingly the happiest of the four, didn’t hesitate to answer, “We like American colored groups,” when a reporter asked, “Who is your (The Beatles) favorite American singer?”  John Lennon, the most talkative member of the British quartet, confirmed that last spring they planned to record an album in Memphis but “little things like money” kept getting in the way.  Lennon noted that, “We would love to record with Booker T. and the MG’s”   Booker T. Jones, a recent graduate of Indiana University, is a Memphian who hit it big several years ago with “Green Onions”   His latest platter is “My Sweet Potato”   Touring with the Beatles on their second American tour were the Ronettes and Nashville born singer Bobby Hebb.  Just before taking to the stage for their final Memphis show, Beatle Manager Brian Epstein permitted only one photographer (of more than 150 reporters and photographers) inside their dressing room—Jet’s Memphis lensman Mark Stansbury. 

My Three days with the Beatles

Tina Williams was one of the school girls in "A Hard Day's Night."   This is a story that she wrote for "16" magazine about her experience working with the Beatles on the film.    I do not always think that the things in "16" in the 1960's were true because they sugar-coated a lot of the stories and told just false information, but this seems like a pretty good telling.  

My 3 Days with the Beatles

By Tina Williams

September 1964 16 Magazine

It was almost like a dream come true – in fact it was – the morning I heard that I was one of the girls chosen to make a film with those fabulous Beatles!

How did it all start?

Well, as a student of the Aida Foster School, I was asked to attend an audition with the producer, director and cast director of the film.  But when I saw the number of girls on a list who were also to be auditioned, I gave up all hopes of getting the job.  Nevertheless, I put on my best bib and tucker and sallied forth.  

At the film company’s plush Mayfair headquarters, I was shown into the producer’s office.  I was asked all sorts of questions -- “What work have you done before?”  “Do you like the Beatles?”  Just ordinary questions.  And that was that!  To be honest, I didn’t give the matter another thought.  That was until the morning I heard that I had been give the role.  I couldn’t believe it!  I was even more pleased when I heard that my friend, Susan (who attends the same acting school I do), had also been selected.  We had both waited three weeks to hear that we were in.   But it didn’t seem that long because we didn’t worry about it.  It’s no good biting your fingernails all the time.  What was the point?

Then we were told, very casually, to report for filming in three days’ time!  Those three days seemed like three weeks!   I was so excited; I couldn’t wait to get started.  Then we heard that we were all to be crowded on a train which had been hired for the filming – destination unknown!   All we were told was to report to the Paddington Station and that we would return about seven in the evening. 

Came the big day, I’d hardly slept all the night before!   Later, I discovered that in my colossal rush to get ready, I had left my purse, with my money inside, at home – which led to several embarrassments!

I said goodbye to my parents and joked, “Well, I’m off now.  Gotta date with the Beatles!”  I felt nine feet tall and actually I’m only five feet five!

So there I was on my way to Paddington.  Then I realized I had no money with me!  It was getting late and I just dared not miss that train.   Can you imagine keeping the Beatles and everyone else waiting just for me?  Luckily , I had some small change in my coat pocket which was enough to get me to Paddington Station.  

Naturally, the first thing I looked for when I arrived were those four fabulous fringes.  But they weren’t to be seen anywhere.  I joined up with the other girls and we boarded the train.  But still no sign of a Beatle anywhere.  Hello, I thought to myself, you’re not even going to meet them.  You know how films are made!  All in little bits and pieces and all over the place.  But then I thought, well, we must meet them sometime, because we are playing the parts of fans who discover in the film that they are on the train and we run up and down the corridors looking for them, until finally we corner them in a carriage.

The train started on its journey.  “When are we going to meet the Beatles?”  We asked someone.  “Don’t worry, girls, you will!”  He said.  The train stopped at Westbourne Park, just outside Paddington, and at last we heard that the boys had boarded the train.  It was all so secret.  No one apart from a handful of people were to know of their movements that day.  It was, of course, very necessary to keep things quiet.  Can you imagine what might have happened if the Beatles had suddenly turned up at Paddington Station?  British Railways would have been thrown into complete chaos!

But we still had to wait three hours before seeing the boys!   Then all at once they burst into our compartment.  “Hello girls!”  They all shouted.  I was dumb-struck for a second.  I couldn’t say anything.

They all looked great, especially Paul.  He’s so handsome when you meet him face to face.  Almost immediately, I found myself talking to Paul, George John and Ringo as though I’d known them for a long, long time.  It’s the way they make you feel.  They’re all so warm and friendly.  I thought that perhaps they wouldn’t talk to us, except in the scenes we play with them, but this wasn’t so.  They have no “big star” temperament at all.  They are just four ordinary fellas who enjoy life.   And they proved to be so much fun!

We were to spend a whole day with tem and another two days at Twickenham studios.   We had lunch and tea with them on the train and both meals were quite a riot.  You know it’s almost impossible not to roar your head off when you’re in their company.  The jokes seem to flow all the time.  Those three days were really the craziest I have ever spent.  I thought Ringo was the funniest and the most friendly.  He says such funny things.  

“I can do things for you, kid.” He said to me in an American accent.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Get you into films, make you a big movie star and all that jazz!”

So I said in return, “O.K., then I’ll get you onto a Beatles record.  I know them, you know.”  They we’d burst out laughing together.

One time, when Sue and I were leaving the carriage after completing one of the scenes, there was a sudden jolt of the train and we both fell over on top of the boys, catching our new nylons in the process.  And you know how awful your skin looks when it comes poking out of the little holes in your stockings.  Ringo took one look and said, “You ought to do something about them warts!”

John offered to buy us some new stockings and he even wrote down our sizes!  Wonder if he’ll remember.

Came the time (on that first day) when I wanted to buy myself a coffee, and as I had left my money at home, I asked one of the girls if she would lend me a couple of bob.   Ringo overheard.  He called his personal assistant-secretary-casher and mall of all work over and told him to lend me some money.

That when I found out that the boys never carry money around with them!  Mal carries it.  He does everything to see that the boys are organized and well looked after.  Mal is their road manager and a real sweetie.  He took a whole wad of five-pound notes from his pocked!  Actually I felt a bit of a Charlie—I only wanted five shillings, but I paid him back later.  I hate ever to be in debt to the Beatles!

The film is going to be quite a riot.  We watched several very amusing scenes being filmed on the train.  For instance, John is involved in a very funny scene with us in a railway carriage, where he is mistaken for an escaped convict – and he’s even handcuffed.

Ringo also has some very amusing scenes, where he goes into  a pub and everything goes wrong for him.  He wants so much to join in on the fun that everyone else is having, but things don’t work out that way.  At one point he joins in a game of darts and one of the darts lands up in somebody’s sandwich!

Actually, it’s been hilarious watching them during takes.  In the middle of one scene, in the studios, John suddenly looked up at the hole in the roof and cried out, “There’s a man up there holding a mike,” in a goonish voice.  On another occasion we had a dog on the set that wouldn’t do as it was told.  The boys were  very patient until the dog finally played the scene the way it was required.  Then John turned to the dog, patted it and said, “Now the dog will sip sinc to my next number!”  Everyone was in stitches.

Haven’t said much about George, have I?  Well, George is a deeper character than the other three.  He’s the quiet one.  Poor fella can’t get a word in edgeways with Paul, John and Ringo around, anyway!

He’s so rugged looking, is George—even more so in person than in his pictures.  He and Ringo share a Mayfair flat, but they were talking of moving soon.  The other night a group of girls started signing outside their place.  They sang “Glad all over” and whistled “Bits and Pieces” – you know Dave Clark’s hits.   George said jokingly, “I rang up the police so Ringo could get a good night’s sleep.  Of course, if they had been singing our songs, we wouldn’t have sent for bobbies.  But Dave Clark?  Well…”

You know it was quite flattering, leaving the studios after a day’s shooting.  There were always a crowd of Beatle fans waiting outside.  The girls would ask me all sorts of questions about the boys, and soon I got to know them quite well.

My father came down to the stuidios to pick me up by car at night, and ti was amusing on one occasion when the fans started talking to him while he waited.  One of them went up to him and said, “The Beatles will be out soon.”

“How do you know?” asked my father.

“Tina says so,” she replied.  

Dad smiled and said, “Tina who?”

Then the girls chorused, “Tina Williams, of course!”  Can that be fame, at last?

Seriously, though, I really did have the time of my life working with them.  They are, and I really do mean this, a fabulous bunch of boys when you get to know them as I did.  On my last day’s filming, we were having pictures taken and I was asked, along with three other girls, to pose combing the boys’ hair.  Ringo was my man.  Afterwards, they offered us girls a job as their hairdressers.  But again they were joking.  At least I think so.  That’s the uncertain thing about the Beatles.  You can’t tell when they are joking or when they’re being serious.

The film is an experience I’ll never forget.  I can’t wait to see it and neither, I except can you!