When we knew the two boys were coming over at lunchtime, John and I would go across the road for fish and chips. Back in college we’d slip behind the curtain seperating the tiny stage from the canteen, which was always packed. A few minutes later Paul and George would arrive. They’d have stripped off their caps and ties and put the collars of their blazers up to look cool as they made their way, as casually as they could, through the crowd of students and teachers. Paul always appeared nonchalent, George furtive, as they did their best not to look like the schoolboys they were. When they joined us behind the curtain, we’d lay out the mount of chips and scallops in their paper on the floor and the four of us would dive in. Then the boys started to play.
Cynthia Lennon
(I think this image is going to become my emergency safe-place to mentally retreat to in bad times)
PEACE AND LOVE FROM THAT HIPPIE PENNY LANE ((/ºJº/))....
