January 1969, Friday, 10th
Got up, went to Twickenham (studio) - rehearsed until lunch time - left the Beatles - went home and in the evening did King of Fab at Trident studio - had chips later at Klaus and Christine's - came home.
January 1969, Saturday, 11th
Got up - John and Yoko diverted me at breakfast.
hippybear: Unrelated: I hope Paul outlives Ringo. Not that I want Ringo dead, just that I want Paul to love longer.
Ringo seems to have had more fun across the years than Paul, and seems to have embodied the original spirit of The Beatles much better than Paul over the decades.
Ideally, they would both die together, on stage, performing some symbolically-perfect Beatles song during some global satellite-broadcast concert. The song would hit a climax and they'd both just collapse.
It's a cruel image on some level, but also somehow poetic and perfect.
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