Thought for the day comes from Paul McCartney:
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun. If the sun don't come, you get a tan from standing in the English rain. I am the eggman. Whoo! They are the eggmen. Whoo! I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
I think we can all agree with that.
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3 comments:
That wasn't Paul McCartney. It was John Lennon. They rarely wrote together after 1964, and it was only their agreement to credit all their material, by default, to 'Lennon/McCartney' that has led to Paul's name on the track. Lennon wrote 'I Am The Walrus' in early 1967, at Kenwood - his mansion in Weybridge.
And a g'goo goo g'joob to you too!
When you were young - and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live. But if this ever-changing world in which we live in makes you give in and cry - say live and let die.
Don't forget Friday night, Timothy.
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