The Chauffeur For The Beatles

My Grandad John is a very private person. A recent Widower he now lives alone spending his time taking photos and saturating in himself in his main passion, photography.
Get him at a family gathering with a glass of wine though, and the stories start flowing. Always off the record, private stories just for us.

John writes poetry and is in the process of writing his memoirs. He’s had many adventures spanning many careers. Personally I always like to ask him about his time with the Beatles. He plays it down just calling it ‘another job’. He has so many amazing tales that may never see the light of day due to the subject matter. John is a very honourable man and I imagine he will take many of these amazing tales to his grave. Sometimes he finishes a story with “..and that story never made the papers.. Only me _____ and the police know about that”.

Fascinating stuff.

Anyway, today I took John aside for a few moments and asked him a couple of questions. Nothing probing, as I knew he was on the record very reluctantly.

Maybe i’ll ask John to share more. Perhaps he will let me see his memoirs from this time. I am mainly interested in the truth and tales around the phenomenon that became the Beatles. Their story was honed, polished and drip fed to the press. John and the others that supported and worked with the Beatles hold the raw truth. They really know what happened.