memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

When they were fab

My name is Lennon,

John Lennon

And my name is McCartney,

Paul McCartney

And my name is Harrison,

George Harrison

And my name is Starr,

Ringo Starr

And my name is Bond,

James Bond

And they were all fab.

 

Hey, we’re talking my generation here

I was eleven and in the playground

To the traffic in king conkers

And marbles with rare stripes

Was added a brisk trade

In posters of the fab four

(With Gerry-and-the-Pacemakers

And Cilla thrown in

The kings and queens of Merseyside).

 

And at night in the dorm

After lights-out I would read

From Russia with love

Under the sheets with my torch

Dotted here and there

The glowing white tents

An encampment for the nomads

That we were.

 

Happy 50th anniversary then

To The Beatles and James Bond

We were shaken and stirred

You quickened our blood

Fired up our imaginations

And brought colour into

Our drab young lives.

Comments on: "When they were fab" (4)

  1. Perfect!!

    And yes to all you say!! I was 15 so now you know my age!! lol 🙂

    This picture looks like the cover to the LP (Yes LP, not album!!!) “With the Beatles”.
    My first love who dumped me after three years when we were 18 was a budding artist and drew
    me a sketch of this very picture which I had on my bedroom wall for ages! As you so succinctly put it “we were shaken and stirred. You have reminded me of a poem I wrote last year so I hope you don’t mind if I share it with you; it seems so appropriate.

    First Love

    We were together three years, you and I.
    The sketch you drew of The Beatles
    for my bedroom wall was so good,
    far too good to be torn
    into a thousand pieces.

    I let them flutter from the bedroom
    window among the snow, hoping
    they would melt with the thaw
    but they were still there and
    I had to sweep them away.

    And I hoped that if I unravelled
    every stitch from the jumper I knit you,
    the hurtful memories would unravel too,
    but they just lay there in a shrivelled
    heap, much more bitter than sweet.

    Your mother sent me a kind letter
    saying how much she liked me,
    with a well-meaning
    consolation prize,
    nylon stockings,
    American tan, with seams.
    I never wore them,
    I preferred tights.

    Christine

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  2. Here, here…. They were, and still are great..! 🙂

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  3. We’ve just had a month of Bond films, my friend and me. The old ones are corny-ish, but..I still love Bond. And the Beatles, nobody could beat them. Hope you’re feeling well, Thomas!

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