If I Fell

~25~

Picture : Brian and Verity Lambert (posing together here for Brian's cousin Basil Hyman whilst on holiday in Torquay. Verity Ann Lambert OBE was an English television and film producer. She was the founding producer of the science-fiction series Doctor Who and she had a long association with Thames Television.

The first month went so quickly I blinked and missed it, after sitting in the studio, yet again, on the first day of the second month, Brian guided me out the door of studio 4 and down a corridor and it wasn't toward the canteen much to Georges distress, he wanted a cup of tea pronto!

"Tea and biscuits, Abbs don't forget now" George hollered, I didn't mind, George was sweet and never made me feel bad about hanging around them at the studio. I suppose the muffins and jam drops I made and shared were a big draw card too.

"This, Abigail, is Freda and Helen" Brian introduced me to the girls and we nodded, I had already met them on the second day, it was impossible not to like them as they were homely and funny, both being from Liverpool, so easy to be around.

Freda had dark locks like mine but her eyes were cornflower blue, tall and willowy she ran the Beatles office in a jovial and smart way, everything had a place but everything was always fun, the lads loved her for being quick-witted and that she took none of their silliness seriously.

Helen was new, an older lady of around thirty-five she had a nine-year-old daughter and a husband that would send her flowers once a week, making Freda and I oh and aww at her luck at winning such a romantic husband. She was good with numbers and Brian used her like a calculator. Her salt and pepper hair was swept up in a bee-hive most days and she often would spray hairspray til the can ran low.

"Abigail, would you like to help the ladies in the office, it can't be all that fun sitting in the studio listening to the boys play three bars of one song over and over again, hmm?" Brian smiled and leaned on the desk, looking over the mail.

"I mean to pay you of course" he continued and I raised an eyebrow to Freda, she shrugged, I knew they were busy, the numerous bags of fan-mail sent to just the studios address was outlandish, I shudder to think what the mail is like at their actual office in Saville Row.

"Well I wasn't meant to be here overly long you see, it's just a visit to Paul really" I offered as an half-hearted answer.

"Well how about this then... while your here and, if you get bored, you help if you want to, doesn't have to be set in stone" Brian responded kindly "It's just.... You see the movie premiere is coming upon us and I really need the passes done for the guests, perhaps you could do that, help me out of a bit of a jam"

As soon as I said yes he was pulling me gently along to his small cubicle come office that was set up behind the two girls desk.

Neatly writing the lads names out on cards and that of their dates, partners or friends on the other cards. I should probably call them passes as that was what they were;

Just like the delectable Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Golden Tickets they guaranteed a wonderful time for all, at the premiere of the lads new film 'A Hard Day's Night'

Paul McCartney Jane Asher

Now I had met Jane only last Sunday night, her having called saying she was back in London once again from her movie role that was shot overseas in Chicago, America. Jane and I circled like cats for all of one minute til we both remembered stupidly, I was Paul's sister and not lover, I wasn't a threat but more a sister.

Paul and I had settled into a comfortable existence of tea and toast for breakfast and stew or some other rubbish Paul wished to eat for dinner. His diet was a food atrocity of too much salt and not enough vegetables, I planned to fix that as soon as I could. And, sometimes, if I closed my eyes it was just like a night back at Jim's. I told Paul this a few nights in and he laughed blindly for five minutes.