Abbey Road: studio 2 creep-fest.

I made a vow to the pagan God of fermentation never to include a picture of myself on this blog; a vow I must now, with profound regret, break. However, in order to appease, I have taken the liberty of Photoshopping out my face (thus making this pic even creepier than it already is), and adding several pounds to my beergut (in reality, my stomach is a finely honed testament to a life well lived).
And so to business. When I visited Abbey Road a couple of years back, a conscious decision was made not to take then & now shots; after all, where does one start (or, more pertinently, stop)? That way madness lies.
Instead, I concentrated on downing as many pints of overpriced lager from the basement cafe/bar as possible in the alloted time, annoying staff with inane questions about ludicrous Beatles trivia, and generally having a whale of a time running between studios 1 and 2, talking utter pish all the while.
That being said, there was one "then & now" that I couldn't resist: probably my favourite pic of John in studio 2, staring down from the control room in 1967, looking both weird and menacing.
So, here it is, numpty years later.