Kenwood

No.44: The Grapes. Any such "survey" would be a tragic waste of time (errr...) were it not to include this place (and Ye Cracke, o...

Always good to hear from someone who was actually there (and also good to get back to what this ridiculous blog is supposed to be about): Ro...

Spiralling ever farther away from the ostensible premise of this nonsense, the last pics o' the lads presenting a unified front, "d...

Having achieved the, by that point, mildly improbable feat of all making it to EMI by around 11am, they decided to sit on the steps en masse...

I managed to get almost everything wrong in the previous post on this topic, so it has been put out of my misery. (This incompetence was due...

Apologies for the swearing on these pages of late. Fuc*ing disgraceful. Moving on...to Mathew Street, probably the place most closely associ...

On this little trip to the "Pool of Swearing", I heard some virtuoso "material" from quite a few, including me, and a ge...

These photos of the Quarry Men playing in Rosebery Street over half a century ago, at a party to celebrate the 550th anniversary of Liverpoo...

John (and Ringo) both had insanely expensive fitted carpets...err...fitted, shortly after moving into their respective mock-Tudor piles. In ...

John back at the auld house, outside the front door, sometime around February or March 1966. No statues yet, or at least, not round his entr...

Clicking on the above will provide, as usual, a better view. By 1995, the attic had seen some renovation, most notably the installation of a...

The eagle-eyed (and probably long-term unemployed) should be able to spot at least six Mad Day Out locations in the above St Pancras panoram...

If the end of the Beatles was, as John characterised it, a "slow death", then here was where the patient really started vomiting u...