I have struggled today to avoid using any clichéd ‘man from
the motor trade’ quips to title this piece, however, the net result, given my
customary lack of imagination, is the rather poor effort you read above.
Never mind. Should I produce some marvellous piece of prose
during the course of writing this I shall retitle the post, delete this
paragraph, and none of you will be any the wiser as to the struggles suffered
by the poor blogger in the everlasting quest for the LOST WORDS!
Anyway, I digress; I feel compelled to spend a little time
bringing to your attention the fact that two major pieces of Beatle related
motor memorabilia are due to shortly go under the auctioneer’s hammer. I shall
attempt to add a little history and background to this piece so as it will have
an on-going sense of relevance beyond the time of writing – June 2013 – and beyond
the dates at which these items are auctioned.
It helps also, I believe, to add a little to what we know
about the Beatle’s automobiles as they clearly play a huge part in this little
drama that we know as the PID hoax. To recap then, the legend goes that Paul
McCartney died in a car accident on the 9th November 1966 (9/11/1966),
or, alternatively, the 11th of September 1966 if you are American.
I feel the need at this point to launch into an utterly
pointless rant about the American date system; so, should you have no interest
in the ramblings of a delusional blogger please skip this paragraph. However,
how can it be logical to employ a system that goes month, day, year? It is like
saying the alphabet should go a, c, b. No, the only way to go is day, month, and
year dear reader; clear, concise and logical. So, if the slogan on the Sgt.
Pepper drum head that can only be read by producing a mirror image and which
then employs both standard and Roman numerals, and, it should be pointed out, a
very poor use of tense, is a message that provides the confirmation of, and the
date of, Paul McCartney’s death; then that date is the 9th November
1966. Rant over.
Whatever may, or may not, have happened on 9th
November 1966 we know for certain that Paul McCartney’s friend and John Lennon’s
one time muse, that Guinness child - or that Rothschild dependent upon your
point of view - the real Percy Thrillington, the inimitable, and some say
Honourable, Tara Browne fell of his gilded perch on December 18, 1966 in an
automobile accident that bears a spooky resemblance to the fictional one that purportedly
killed our hero.
As the lyrics to the tune that should have been called ‘A
Final Day In The Life’ go, “He blew his mind out in a car”, “He didn’t notice
that the lights had changed”, and, his car is up for sale. Not the turquoise Lotus
Elan in which he died of course. No, that was crushed into a cube and recycled
and repainted by Yoko Ono and then displayed at the Robert Fraser Gallery under
the amusing title, ‘White Shite’.
Tara Browne and his car of many colours watched by Robert Fraser |
No, this car is the AC Cobra that was once painted in a
fantastic (their words) psychedelic vision by those ‘60’s masters of hippy
trippy vileness; Binder, Edwards and Vaughan, and that was then wedged into the
window of the afore-mentioned Robert Fraser Gallery. I am sure that this was
done as some groovy Sixties representation of the cars artistic merits and not merely
as a display of vulgar wealth or anything as crass as that. It featured, lest
we forget, the same BEV design that has adorned Paul McCartney’s Magick piano
for nigh on fifty years. He did this; I am sure, as a tribute to the wonder of
the design and not as a shrine for a fallen pal or anything.
Seriously though, Tara does have a shrine. It is located at
Lugalla, his brother’s country pile in the wilds of Ireland, where it sits as
one of three situated on the shore of Lough Tay, next to a structure known as
the Temple. Paul McCartney leaves a single red rose there every year before
carving the initials L.I.L.Y. onto the headstone. (L.I.L.Y. means Messiah in
Hebrew or something.)
Tara's Temple Shrine |
The legend goes that little Lord Fauntleroy was travelling
with his sometime ‘girlfriend’ Suki Potier that night and, according to the Beatles
Bible, he had swerved to avoid an oncoming Volkswagen – I hope it was a Beetle –
and in so doing smashed into a van. Tara died of his injuries, however, Suki
escaped without a scratch. Indeed, given her lack of injuries and the indecent
speed with which she then jumped into Brian Jones’ bed, one may well question
if she was present at all that night? Suki died in an actual car crash many years later whilst
driving a Ford Karma, possibly.
Add to this the unverifiable rumour from Marianne Faithfull
that Tara was off his nut on acid the night he died, and the equally unverifiable
rumour that Paul McCartney first sampled LSD with his Irish dandy Tara, then a
little frisson of conspiracist excitement should rise to the fore.
Could it be that Tara’s passenger, that fateful evening, was not Suki but Paul? I honestly don’t know and only the dark knight can confirm, however, when
I asked his PR people for a response they could only tell me that Paul was at
home that night growing a moustache to hide a totally unrelated scar from a totally
unrelated motorcycle incident that involved a totally unrelated Tara Browne and
that happened nearly a full year before!
Anyway, the king of the Kings Road’s car is now purple and
is due to be auctioned on the 29th of this month, (that’s 6/29/13 for my US cousins) and will
set you back an estimated £350,000 to purchase. How much it would have cost if it still
possessed its psychedelic daubings is anyone’s guess, however, at least you won’t
be a laughing stock when driving it.
Should you require any further reading about the auction please repair HERE
where you will find that they quote my wondrous tome “The Sgt. Pepper Code”
which is available from Amazon at a very competitive price!!!
Slightly cheaper at a measly 15 – 20 grand sterling (the
car, not the book; that costs mere pennies!) is Brian Epstein’s mini cooper.
It appears that he took delivery of his motor on 2nd November 1965; just nine days before Tara received his Cobra, when it was delivered new to Brian Epstein Automobiles, trading as Brydor Cars in Hounslow, London.
It appears that he took delivery of his motor on 2nd November 1965; just nine days before Tara received his Cobra, when it was delivered new to Brian Epstein Automobiles, trading as Brydor Cars in Hounslow, London.
It appears, according to the blurb HERE, that Eppy was the
first of the boys to own a cooper and so impressed were they with his little
blue gadabout that they all soon wanted one for themselves. Indeed, a certain
Mr J P McCartney from Merseyside was so impressed he bought two. A green one
for use whenever a photographer was in sight and an invisible black one that
could be loaned to art dealer’s servants whenever drugs needed transporting.
As impressive as that sounds though, Mick Jagger had a
cooper with a built in TARDIS feature that allowed six full grown men to fit in
at the same time. Seriously, look at the photo above, how can you possibly fit six men in there?
For those of you with absolutely no idea what I am banging on about now, please click HERE.
For those of you with absolutely no idea what I am banging on about now, please click HERE.
Anyway, back to the car belonging to the fifth Beatle, no,
sorry the sixth, no, seventh….sod it, the Beatles manager. It appears his infatuation
with the car was fleeting for on the 14th November 1966, a little
over a year after buying it; he flogged it to George Harrison’s brother Peter
for a song. Sadly the song was crap so they gave it to Ringo.
What I find quite remarkable is just how focussed and hard-working
Mr Epstein was. Given that at that time he was just nine months away from his
own demise, and given that presumably he was speeding off his tits most of the
time, Eppy could still find the time to sell his car just 5 days after
McCartney’s inconvenient death and when, we assume, he would have been very busy supressing
the media and launching global Paul McCartney look-a-like competitions!