My Tiny Beatles Connection (Fandango's Friday Flashback)

Fandango posted earlier about how he is getting ready to move house, so his WordPress activity will be hit and miss for the next few months.

I have always liked the idea of his Friday Flashback, so intend continuing to post my own. As much as anything, it reminds me of where I was. Hopefully, you will find it entertaining too. I’ll continue to post under the Fandango’s Friday Flashback tag, just to stay consistent with my previous posts on the theme.

My selected post this week is one from a year ago. It is something and nothing, but is one of the first times I talk about music. It seems innocuous, but it nevertheless represents an expansion away from my initial posts, which generally concerned my health. A year ago, I still used Blogger, and so Song Lyric Sunday, where people can experience my wonderful taste in music every week 🙄 , was but a twinkle in my eye.

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I might have mentioned it in one of my Bio entries, but I come from Liverpool, the same city as the Beatles. I don’t make a big thing of it – I left at 18, I’m 51 now, so most of my life has been spent away from there. Keen listeners can detect a faint Liverpool accent, but that’s about it. In truth, as a teenager in the Eighties, Liverpool was a very depressed place, lots of unemployment, and I couldn’t wait to start living life elsewhere.

As well as coming from Liverpool, I also like the Beatles. Again, nothing special in that, who didn’t? Many Liverpudlians feel that particular music is directed at them, personally. If anything, my main love of music is Bob Marley and reggae, which I still love to this day.

But getting back to the Beatles, there is a vague family connection. When she was…

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