In His Own Write
‘I always set out to write children’s book, but they’d turn out to be not for children…’
– John Lennon, 1980
About The Awful
‘I was bored on the 9th Octover 1940 when, I believe, the Nasties were still booming us led by Madalf Heatlump (Who only had one). Anyway they didn’t get me. I attended to varicous schools in Liddypol. And still didn’t pass-much to my Aunties supplies. As a member of the most publified Beatles my and (P, G, and R’s) records might seem funnier to some of you than this book, but as far as I’m conceived this correction of short writty is the most wonderfoul larf I’ve ever ready.
God help and breed you all.’
— John Lennon, March 1964
‘At Woolton Village fete I met him. I was a fat schoolboy and, as he leaned an arm on my shoulder, I realised that he was drunk. We were twelve then, but, in spite of his sideboards, we went on to become teenage pals.
Aunt Mimi, who had looked after him since he was so high, used to tell me how he was cleverer than he pretended, and things like hat. He had written a poem for the school magazine about a hermit who said: “as breathing is my life, to stop I dare not dare.” This made me wonder right away – “Is he deep?” He wore glasses so it was possible, and even without them there was no holding him. “What bus?” he would say to howls of appreciative laughter.
He went to Quarry Bank High School for Boys and later attended to the Liverpool At College. He left school and played with a group called the Beatles, and, here he is with a book. Again, I think – “Is he deep?” “Is he arty, with it or cultured?”
There are bound to be thickheads who will wonder why some of it doesn’t make sense, and others who will search for hidden meanings.
“What’s a Brummer?”
There’s more to “dubb owld boot” than meets the eye.
None of it has to make sense and if it seems funny then that’s enough.
– Paul McCartney, 1964
PS I like the drawings too.’