One night, my uncle John (Birch) was walking past the Aintree Institute and noticed some lads struggling with equipment, carrying it into the club. He came to their aid, struck a rapport and they suggested he might be their roadie. He declined the offer and he and the future Beatles went their separate ways.
He never said whether John (Lennon) was drunk or not. Beer refreshed, gave energy, and Dutch courage, though at a price. Once when playing at the Stanley Abattoir Social Club the early Beatles were booed off the stage for being over-refreshed.
And yet life sets its own rules. These early posters are a fascinating reminder of those far off days— the second one especially.
Bribing 'ladies' to see the Beatles.
Unbelievable.
Especially when contrasted with this two years later.
Nothing ever stays the same. The Beatles are no more.
Neither is the Aintree Institute, knocked down making space for housing that never materialised. It's now a carpark.
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