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Showing posts with label macabre coincidence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label macabre coincidence. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Kenwood: wake-up calls, 1967.


A couple of snapshots of life at Kenwood, circa 1967. House-guests recall that by the "Summer o' Lovin'™", John and Cynthia were leading largely separate lives. She would take care of Julian, and go out on the town in the company of Terry Doran (and, apparently, her hairdresser, causing those tongues to start a wagging, as tongues are wont to do).
He, when not on Beatle business, would generally turn night into day in the company of Pete Shotton, playing Risk, listening to "discs", huffing gas (or some-such) etc. And so to these; a pair of scribbled requests for a wake-up call, currently on display at the Hard Rock Cafe, and amazing it is too that such ephemera should have survived.
Above, on the rear of an Indica gallery envelope ("Pete" almost certainly refers to the aforementioned Mr Shotton, who had the supermarket on Hayling island to run), and below: Terry = the also aforementioned Mr Doran, Paul = Paul, "Antony" = Les Anthony (or maybe it is Antony)...
However (and leaving macabre coincidence to one side), who was Mr Chapman? The gardener? Possibly.