last night, I asked the himbo with the ugly cowboy shirt who was standing in the garden outside our imaginary houseif he were a Beatle, which one he would be.
"mmhmm" he said. when I pointed out to him that it was a question, he said "yes.".
eventually, after I stopped doubling over in laughter, george made him understand the question.
"the bass player" he said.
I really, really wish
george had made out with him, as planned