※ John torrenting ⁖ Book By Cynthia Lennon ₁

※ John torrenting ⁖ Book By Cynthia Lennon ₁ ※ John torrenting ⁖ Book By Cynthia Lennon ₁ Chapter 1 One early December afternoon in 1980 my friend Angie and I were in the little bistro we ran in north Wales, putting up the Christmas decorations It was a cold, dark afternoon, but the atmosphere inside was bright and warm We d opened a bottle of wine and were hanging baubles on the tree and festive pictures on the walls Laughing, we pulled a cracker and the toy inside fell onto the floor I bent to pick it up and shivered when I saw it was a small plastic gun It seemed horribly out of place among the tinsel and paper chains The next day I went to stay with my friend Mo Starkey in London I couldn t really spare the time during the busy pre Christmas season, but my lawyer had insisted I go to sign some legal papers, so I took the train, planning to return the following day I left my husband and Angie to look after things in my absence Angie was the ex wife of Paul McCartney s brother, Mike, and after her marriage broke up she d come to work for us, living in the small flat above the bistro It was always good to see Mo We d been friends since 1962, when I was John s girlfriend and she was the teenage fan who fell in love with Ringo at the Cavern Ringo and Mo had married eighteen months after us, and in the days when the Beatles were traveling all over the world, she and I had spent a lot of time together Her oldest son, Zak, was fifteen, a year and a half younger than my son Julian, and the boys had always been playmates When Mo and Ringo parted in 1974 she had been so heartbroken that she got on a motorbike and drove it straight into a brick wall, badly injuring herself She had been in love with him since she was fifteen and his public appearances with his new girlfriend, American actress Nancy Andrews, had devastated her After the split Mo, still only twenty seven, had moved into a house in the London neighborhood Maida Vale with her three children, Zak, eight, Jason, six, and Lee, three Because of the injuries she d received in the motorbike accident she had plastic surgery on her face and was delighted with the result, which she felt made her look better than she had before Gradually she d begun to get over Ringo, and she had a brief fling with George Harrison before she began to see Isaac Tigrett, millionaire owner of the Hard Rock Caf chain The evening I arrived Mo had her usual houseful of people Her mother, Flo, lived with her, as well as the children and their nanny Mo always had an open house and that evening some old friends of ours, Jill and Dale Newton, had joined us for dinner The nanny had cooked a huge meal, and later, Jill and Dale, Maureen and I sat over a couple of bottles of wine and talked about old times After a while the conversation turned to the death of Mal Evans, the Beatles former road manager Mal had been a giant of a man, generous and soft hearted We d known him since the early days when he d worked for the post office and moonlighted as a bouncer at the Cavern Club When the Beatles began to be successful they took him on to work for them Mal had been a faithful friend to the boys and was especially close to John they got on incredibly well and, with the Beatles other loyal roadie, Neil Aspinall, he had been on every tour, organizing, trouble shooting, protecting and looking after them When the Beatles broke up Mal had been lost He d gone to live in Los Angeles where he began drinking and taking drugs It was there, on January 4, 1976, that the police had been called by his girlfriend during a row She claimed that Mal had pulled a gun on her, and when they burst into the apartment the officers found Mal holding a gun Apparently he pointed it at them before they shot him It was only after he died that they found the gun wasn t loaded It was a tragic story, and we could only imagine that Mal had been under the influence of drugs The Mal we knew could no have shot someone than flown to the moon Whatever the true story, his death had shocked us all and that night, our talk around Mo s fireplace was of what a good man he had been and how awful his premature death was To us, the idea of being shot was almost unimaginable how could it have happened to such a good friend After a while I went to bed I knew the others would carry on talking and drinking until the early hours, but I wanted a good night s sleep as I had to get up early in the morning to catch the train home I was asleep in the spare room when screams woke me It took me a few seconds to realize that they were Mo s At that moment she burst into my room Cyn, John s been shot Ringo s on the phone he wants to talk to you I don t remember getting out of bed and going down the stairs to the phone But Ringo s words, the sound of his tearful voice crackling over the transatlantic line, was crystal clear Cyn, I m so sorry, John s dead The shock engulfed me like a wave I heard a raw, tearing sob and, with that strange detachment that sudden shock can trigger, realized I was making the noise Mo took the phone, said good bye to Ringo, then put her arms around me I m so sorry, Cyn, she sobbed In my stunned state I had only one clear thought My son our son was at home in bed I had to get back so that I could tell him about his father s death He was seventeen and history was repeating itself in a hideous way both John and I had lost a parent at that age I rang my husband and told him I was on the way and not to tell Julian what had happened My marriage the third had been strained for some time and, in my heart of hearts, I knew it was going to end, but he was supportive Of course, he said I ll do my best to keep it from him By the time I was dressed and had gathered my things, Mo had organized a car and a driver to take me to Wales She insisted on coming too, with Zak I ll bring Julian back to stay with us if he needs to get away from the press, she promised John had been shot in New York at 10 50 p.m on December 8 The time difference meant it was 3 50 a.m on December 9 in Britain Ringo had rung us barely two hours after it had happened, and we were on the road by seven It was a four hour drive to north Wales, and during the journey I stared out of the window in the gray dawn and thought of John In the jumble of thoughts whirring around my mind two kept recurring The first was that nine had always been a significant number for John He was born on October 9 and so was his second son, Sean His mother had lived at number 9 when we met my house number had been 18 the two digits of which add up to 9 and the hospital address Julian was born in was number 126 again, each digit adds up to 9 Brian Epstein had first heard the Beatles play on the ninth of the month, they had got their first record contract on the ninth and John had met Yoko on the ninth The number had cropped up in John s life in numerous other ways, so much so that he wrote three songs around it One After 909, Revolution 9 and 9 Dream Now he had died on the ninth an astonishing coincidence by any reckoning My second thought was that for the past fourteen years John had lived with the fear that he would be shot In 1966 he d received a letter from a psychic, warning that he would be shot while he was in the States We were both upset by that the Beatles were about to do their last tour of the States and, of course, we thought the warning referred to that trip He had just made his infamous remark about the Beatles being popular than Christ and the world was in an uproar about it crank letters and warnings arrived by every post But that one had stuck in his mind Afraid as he was, he went on the tour, and apologized reluctantly for the remark When he got home in one piece we were both relieved But the psychic s warning remained in his mind and from then on it seemed that he was looking over his shoulder, waiting for the gunman to appear He often used to say, I ll be shot one day Now, unbelievably, tragically, he had been We reached Ruthin by mid morning, and as we rounded the corner into what was normally a sleepy little town, my heart sank There was no way that my husband could have kept the news from Julian the town was packed with press Dozens of photographers and reporters filled the square, the streets to our house and the bistro Amazingly we managed to park a few streets away and slip in through the back door, without being spotted by the crowd at the front Inside my husband was pacing up and down restlessly My mother, who lived above the bistro with Angie, was peering anxiously at the crowd from behind a drawn curtain She was seventy seven and suffering from the early stages of Alzheimer s Confused by the crowds outside, she had no idea what was going on I looked at my husband, the question unspoken Did Julian know He nodded toward the stairs A minute later Julian came running down I held out my arms to him He came over to me and his lanky teenage frame crumpled into my lap He wrapped his arms around my neck and sobbed onto my shoulder I hugged him and we cried together, both heartbroken at the awful, pointless waste that his father s death represented Mo had busied herself making tea, while Zak sat quietly nearby, not knowing what to say or do While we drank the tea we talked about what to do Maureen offered to take Julian back to London, but he said, I want to go to New York, Mum I want to be where Dad was Although the idea alarmed me, I understood Maureen and Zak hugged us and left, then Julian and I went up to the bedroom to ring Yoko We were put straight through to her, and she agreed that she would like Julian to join her She said she would organize a flight for him that afternoon I told her I was worried about the state he was in, but Yoko made it clear that I was not welcome It s not as though you re an old schoolfriend of mine, Cynthia It was blunt, but I accepted it there is no place for an ex wife in public grieving A couple of hours later my husband and I drove Julian to Manchester airport The press spotted us as we left home, but when they saw our faces they drew back and let us pass I was grateful We sat through the two hour drive in virtual silence I was exhausted by the depth of my emotions and by the need to hold back my pain and attend to the necessary practicalities, for Julian s sake At the airport I watched him being led off by a flight attendant, his shoulders bowed, his face chalk white I knew he would sit on the plane surrounded by people reading newspapers with headlines about his father s death splashed across their front pages and I longed to run after him Before he disappeared through the gate he turned back and waved He looked painfully young and I ached at having to let him go Back in Wales the press was still camped outside our door in huge numbers there wasn t a spare room left in town Years later, when she was hosting the British talk show This Morning, Judy Finnegan told me that she had been a young reporter among that throng I felt for you, she told me You looked absolutely shattered I was furious when my husband let one of the persuasive journalists, a man who said he was writing a book about John, into our home Later he claimed that I gave him a lengthy interview, but in fact I said just a few words, then asked him to leave I was in no state and no mood to give an interview I fell into bed and lay, numb and exhausted, too wrung out for any tears, trying to take in the enormity of what had happened That night, after I drifted into a shallow sleep, there was a terrible crash I leapt up, screaming it was as though a bomb had gone off I ran outside in my nightdress and saw that the chimney pot on our roof had crashed through the ceiling into Julian s attic bedroom A high wind had blown up, as if from nowhere It seemed ominous and I thanked God that Julian hadn t been there The next day Julian rang to tell me he had arrived safely and was in the Dakota apartment with Yoko, Sean and various members of staff Hundreds of people were camped outside the building, but Sean didn t yet know of John s death so those inside were trying to keep up the pretense of normality until Yoko felt ready to tell him Julian sounded tired, but he said that John s assistant, Fred Seaman, had met him at the airport and had been very kind to him It was a relief to know that someone was looking out for my son In Wales, life had to go on We couldn t afford to close the bistro and John and Angie couldn t manage in the busy season without me, so we opened for business I cleaned, cooked, served customers and looked after my mother, all the while feeling numb and disconnected While I got on with the business of life I had to contain my grief, but as headlines about John continued to dominate the news and his music soared up the charts, memories of him, our life together and all we had shared played constantly through my mind The many hundreds of sympathy cards and messages I received from those who had known John, and those who had simply loved the man and his music, helped But as I struggled through a disjointed, empty couple of weeks in the lead up to Christmas, with my son away and my marriage on the rocks, I felt overwhelmed with sadness, frustration and loss How could the man I had loved for so long and with such fierce, passionate intensity be gone How could his vibrant life energy and his unique creativity have been snuffed out by a madman s bullet And how could he have left his two sons without a father when they both needed him so muchLennons eyewitness testimony vividly captures the time and place and the characters her portrait of John is loving but candid Washington PostA welcome window into a period thats typically narrated at breakneck pace, providing a gentle reminder that John Lennon was a human being before he was a piece of history Detroit Free Press Cynthia Lennons portrait reveals an immensely talented and driven man who was capable of great passion, affection, and 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    • John
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    • Format Kindle
    • 352 pages
    • 0307338568
    • Cynthia Lennon
    • Anglais
    • 24 February 2016

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