Oooh, I had a lot to say about this one. Definitely like Pete Shotton. Anyone who would remain friends with John Lennon after having a washboard broken over his head in order to fire him from a band is a hero to me. Aaand the more I read about John Lennon, the less I like him. He was always my least favourite Beatle, though I respect his music (for the most part) and some aspects of his sense of humour. But altogether, I find him an arrogant, hypocritical, self-important ass, and the fact that it seems that not only is he respected and admired, but idolised irks me to no end.

Aaand the more I read, the more I like Ringo. He was my favourite Beatles first. (Then Paul was, then George, and now George and Ringo, with Paul a close thecond, and Lennon somewhere down there. Me? Fickle? Nah. Seriously, I love George.) I fell in love with Ringo's voice, I swear. It ALWAYS makes me smile, it's just so awesome. Paul's is fantastically versatile, but Ringo's is just so friendly; relaxed, easy-going, laid-back (you'd think I was abusing the thesaurus, but I actually have no idea where it is). And he is NOT a bad drummer (stupid...just because he doesn't show off...keeps a steady beat...I'd like to see YOU...*grumble*)

On a completely different note, it's very bad for me to read badly edited books like this one, because it gives me a huge feeling of superiority, which can't be good if I want to hate Lennon for the same thing.

In short, I love the Beatles. Moving on. ( )