John, Paul, George, Ringo, and unclealec
Apologies for this egocentric post; it is a consequence of last night's TZUK Virtual get-together.
When I announced that I was part of The Beatles' story, the assembled throng took it as another example of the slight embellishments that I occasionally add to scintillas of truth connectd to my 70 years and counting as resident of Planet Earth. They deemed this to be so far-fetched as to warrant a demand that I publish evidence or it didn't happen.
Now that I have sobered up/ gathered my thoughts (delete where applicable) the facts have changed somewhat since last night. This is what happened:
In 1967 I joined Cornwall Constabulary as a Cadet, and was stationed at Newquay. In late summer of that year the big event was a stop-off by The Beatles on their Magical Mystery Tour venture, on which they visited various locations to film footage for a TV film.
My memories of that period of my life is hazy to say the least (welcome to the Sixties bro) but if I recall correctly the station establishment, as well as being required to control the crowds, was involved in some of the filming.
Last night's crowd was ahead of me on this; as we spoke they were eagerly trawling the internet searching for images of a fresh-faced young me amongst the images of the event. And Yes! they did find a few. At least, I remember one showing me receiving instructions from the station Inspector, which I can't myself find, and the attached which shows me sporting a fine erect stature as I talked with a local who I seem to recall arresting later in my career for some petty larceny.
So - like most of my tales, there is a scintilla of truth in my claim. But not much more.
For my next diatribe, I will tell how I am one of the few rugby players to have played both for the Lions and the All-Blacks.
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