Thursday, 6 September 2012

When John met Yoko



The Mystery of when Beatle John Lennon met Yoko Ono.
Yoko at Indica
The story of how John Lennon met Yoko Ono is typical of the mis and dis-information that surrounds the Beatles.

The story, as described by John Lennon to Jann Wenner for a 1971 Rolling Stone magazine, tells of the conventional tale that they met on November 9, 1966 and is as follows:    WENNER: How did you meet Yoko?

LENNON: I’m sure I’ve told you this many times. How did I meet Yoko? There was a sort of underground clique in London; John Dunbar, who was married to Marianne Faithful, had an art gallery in London called Indica and I’d been going around to galleries a bit on my off days in between records. I’d been to see a Takis exhibition, I don’t know if you know what that means, he does multiple electro-magnetic sculptures, and a few exhibitions in different galleries who showed these sort of unknown artists or underground artists. I got the word that this amazing woman was putting on a show next week and there was going to be something about people in bags, in black bags, and it was going to be a bit of a happening and all that. So I went down to a preview of the show. I got there the night before it opened. I went in – she didn’t know who I was or anything – I was wandering around, there was a couple of artsy type students that had been helping lying around there in the gallery, and I was looking at it and I was astounded. There was an apple on sale there for 200 quid, I thought it was fantastic–I got the humour in her work immediately. I didn’t have to sort of have much knowledge about avant-garde or underground art, but the humour got me straight away. There was a fresh apple on a stand, this was before Apple–and it was 200 quid to watch the apple decompose. But there was another piece which really decided me for-or-against the artist, a ladder which led to a painting which was hung on the ceiling. It looked like a blank canvas with a chain with a spy glass hanging on the end of it. This was near the door when you went in. I climbed the ladder, you look through the spyglass and in tiny little letters it says “yes”. So it was positive. I felt relieved. It’s a great relief when you get up the ladder and you look through the spyglass and it doesn’t say “no” or “fuck you” or something, it said “yes.”

Barry Miles, McCartney biographer and chief Beatles propagandist, perhaps predictably, further muddies the water by not giving an actual date but suggests it may have been 1967 in his account of events..."In '67 there was an art symposium. ... Within about six weeks of Yoko coming in, we had a show of hers. We gave her her first European show - it might have even been her first gallery show. Lennon came around the day we were hanging the show. There were about 10 people there.



John Dunbar introduced John to Yoko and she showed him around. I think she was a bit suspicious because Lennon famously said, 'Avant-garde is French for bullshit' He always had a chip on his shoulder. He obviously liked the show, and there was one item there that was a stepladder you had to climb up. On the ceiling was something written so small you couldn't read it. Hanging there was a chain with a magnifying glass.


So you wobbled about on the top of this ladder, and it said, 'Yes.' He thought it was going to say some negative thing like 'fuck off.' He was very pleased with the fact it was a positive message. He always claimed that was what changed his mind about Yoko."

However, according to Wikipedia there is a second version. In this one, as told by Paul McCartney, Ono was in London in late 1965 compiling original musical scores for a book John Cage was working on called Notations. McCartney declined to give her any of his own manuscripts, but suggested that Lennon might oblige. When asked, Lennon gave Ono the original handwritten lyrics to "The Word".

Miles again does seem to confirm this version with this quote from a Daily Telegraph interview...
"She knew exactly who they were. She'd already approached Paul for some John Cage manuscripts she wanted. He wouldn't give her anything, but suggested she go to John. But she told John she'd never heard of the Beatles and he believed her."

Yoko, he says, methodically pursued the Beatle for the next 18 months, bombarding him with postcards. "John always assumed she was after sponsorship. But it all changed when Yoko visited him at home while Cynthia was away on holiday.

"John had called a meeting at Apple to announce to the other Beatles that he was the reincarnation of Jesus - I think it was the only thing on the agenda - and, that night, Yoko came over, and they stayed up all night and made the tape that became Two Virgins, and then made love as dawn was coming up."

There are those who have claimed Paul and Yoko had an affair at this point but that's pure speculation.

Now, in an interview with the late Reg King, former lead singer of the sixties mod band the Action, I have come across perhaps a third version. In the interview Reg is asked “You knew Yoko Ono early as well, is that right?”

Reg King of The Action

“Yeah, I met Yoko at the Middle Earth in Covent Garden. She said “Reggie, you look very much like John Lennon” – which a few people had said before because I guess I do look a bit like him. “I’d really like to meet John” she said. As we had the same producer as The Beatles she wouldn’t leave me alone. It wasn’t me she wanted, it was John. So I said, “Look, if it helps, John does occasionally go to The Speakeasy. I see him there sometimes on a Tuesday night.” The very next Tuesday she was there. Before, she’d had all the flower dresses on, the psychedelic outfit, but in The Speakeasy she had the West End girl look. All smooth and smart. That night Paul and John came in. Paul said hello. And John used to say to me (adopts heavy scouse accent) “Aye, ye Action Man!” That was all he ever used to say, but he spoke to me at least! Yoko stood there dumbfounded, “Wow, you really do know The Beatles.” Within fifteen minutes she was in there and the rest is history.”

Unfortunately, no date is provided for the meeting, however, it does cast massive doubt on Yoko’s claim that before she met Lennon she had never had of him, or the Beatles, and adds weight to the theory that she arrived in London specifically to snare a Beatle.

The mystery deepens.


Wednesday, 8 August 2012

The Sgt Pepper Code - The Reviews



The Sgt Pepper Code - The Reviews

The Sgt Pepper Code has proved to be a huge success and appears to be very popular and is receiving some great reviews, including one from YouTube Paul is Dead legend, Iamaphoney, and I am including some examples here.

"It seems like you have a fair amount of these "unknown to the masses" facts on board which is great, not that all of them are true but they are all little myths in their own rights, really. The book is for me those little doodles and here is a superb talent of getting those little stories to fit and, I must say, the Sgt Pepper cover is a "detailed-eternity" photo, there is always something to find and you, Redwel Trabant, have been doing a great job" - Billy Martin aka Iamaphoney

"I was hooked after reading the first few paragraphs of the introduction. This work is intriguing, absolutely thrilling and wonderfully written. It would be interesting to see the remaining members of the Beatle's reaction to this book. I loved it. I tried, but I couldn't put this book down; I had to keep reading hungry for the information it had to offer."

"I love conspiracies and this is a must read for every mystery enthusiast. After reading this book I was inspired to read my copy of Atlantis by Ignatius Donnelly again. Redwel Trabant is an amazing writer and I look forward to reading more of his work. Thank you for taking the time and effort to put this book together and giving it to us thirsty lovers of intrigue. You have a new admirer and my utmost respect. I really enjoyed this book, although I was surprised at the (on-going) conclusion that was reached. I would never have linked any of those findings with the Beatles."

"Being a Beatles fan, I was aware of the message played backwards, 'Paul is dead' but never in a million years would I have managed to bring together all the items on the album cover into a cohesive coded structure.

Redwel Trabant must have worked for years building up the links between the characters and the real message that the album cover was telling us. I say us, but I'm not sure if I'm one of them or one of us? A masterpiece of sleuth work, comparable to the Da Vinci code." 


"What an amazingly interesting read! The Sgt.Pepper Code takes you on a journey through the facts, rumors, conspiracy theories and legends regarding the infamous Sgt Pepper Beatles album. Redwel Trabant obviously put a lot of time and effort into research for this book as it is evident in every chapter.
Whether you are a Beatles fan or not you will find this book just fascinating."



"Much has been said and written about the Beatles and many a rumor, conspiracy theory, hint and suggestion have surfaced, quietened down and re-surfaced again over the years. Did the real Paul McCartney die in a car accident in 1967, only to be replaced by a lookalike..? (yes, that old one) But the stories surrounding Sgt Pepper and that iconic album sleeve have never failed to fascinate and this is another new and fresh approach to an already well debated subject. I think it's great."


"I have enjoyed Beatles music for years but knew little about the band and the mysteries surrounding them. The title of the book is based on the Beatles bestseller Sgt. Pepper released in June 1967. It was the eighth studio album by the English rock band. Given the critical and commercial success of Sgt. Pepper, it is natural for music aficionados to be intrigued by the myths and conspiracy stories that seem to surround the band and hit albums.
In the brief ebook, the author, Redwel Trabant takes us through several mysteries and legends of the Beatles. In chapter one, the author takes us through the urban legend "Paul is dead" with a detailed analysis of lyrics and key characters including Robert Fraser and Tara Browne. In subsequent chapters, Trabant delves into other mysteries and legends surrounding the Beatles.
An enjoyable read for Beatles fans and casual music lovers alike. "

"There is no denying the influence of the Beatles on pop culture, and on culture in general. It's very difficult to explain why that band -- at that time -- would turn out some of the most memorable and meaningful music of all time. There certainly seems to be a thread of mystery that surrounds the super-celebrities. Music is a primeval means of communication, as it speaks to the subconscious. Art, likewise, can speak on a subconscious level. Who is to say then, that there aren't messages to be decoded in the music and the art surrounding this cultural phenomenon? Whether or not those messages are there on purpose -- or perhaps created through an organic, artistic process, that can't be fully explained -- there is no denying that there is a mystery. This book does a truly great job of shining a spotlight on that mystery, and of providing many details about the album in question and the Beatles in general. Fascinating read!"


"Kudos for the new e-book entitled The Sgt. Pepper Code, by Redwel Trabant. This volume is dedicated to "Beatle fans worldwide," and is must reading for them. More broadly, readers interested in the linkage between cultural influence generally, and the fine arts in particular, with the genre of Rock Music will find this a most enjoyable excursion. Trabant looks deeply and imaginatively into the symbolism inherent in this iconic album, perhaps the finest rock album ever produced in a golden era of rock music.
Trabant describes the album itself, and its extraordinary cover, as a treasure trove of cultural clues. He invites other Beatle fans to join in him in his search for the grail of symbolic meaning hidden in this work, sometimes hidden in plain view. At the highest level, Trabant finds a great amalgam of "Holy Eternals," but his quest for hidden clues covers individual personalities such as H.G. Wells, Francis Bacon, Albert Schweizer, Edgar Allan Poe, and mysterious movements such as the Rosicucian Society, the Knights Templar, and the Masons, dating from biblical times and established in England 600 years ago. Readers also are invited to recall the fast-moving events of the lives of the Beatles, and the biograplhical implications of the curious lyrics in this album at a critical stage in their fragile careers. The old sphinx Francis Bacon, still a Lord Chancellor and keeper of the keys of mystic knowledge, would review Trabant's curious volume with delight." 


"I love the Beatles music but I really knew little about them or the fascinating Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band LP mysteries. You really don't have even be a Beatles fan to appreciate the masterful way Redwel Trabant uncovers clues that captivate the reader. Even if you are their biggest fan, I bet this book will show you something you didn't know. The amount of research the author put into this is both amazing and compelling. A very enjoyable and eye opening read. 
Although the beatles were way before my time. I found this book to be quite interesting and it taught me a lot of things that I did not know or had never even thought about. Great read!! "


"Before I read The Sgt Pepper Code, I thought that The Beatles album, Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, was just a great psychedelic album. And yes- without revealing my actual age, I did spin the album backwards to listen to clues about Paul McCartney. So when I picked up this book I was intrigued.
What has this Redwel Trabant discovered? I couldn't wait to find out. I like writing that is dense with secrets and possibilities that lie beneath the surface.

A masterfully researched book, Redwel Trabants's The Sgt Pepper Code, reveals that the album, its lyrics and sleeve design contain clues that reveal a hidden message. The album cover is a treasure map and clue by clue I discovered a myriad of secrets. By following the clues, it's possible to crack a code which was previously unfound since the album's release in the 60's.
Trabant uncovers the clues like an experienced sleuth. From the tip of his fingers to his keyboard, this book is dense with facts. Significant parallels to history of time and place, markers of events, ancient buildings, religious Ley Lines, astrology, monks, nuns, Kings, Queens, apples, pomegranates, rock stars, actresses, poets, artists, paintings, pencil drawings, additions, subtractions, hyacinths, farmhouses and priories, fabrics, colours, myth, temples, statues, and symbols become clues to be read and understood.
Greater knowledge, beyond the lyrics will astound you as the code is revealed.
Masterful and intense- culture, people, history, merge in this iconic book."




 

The Sgt Pepper Code - Hidden Illuminati Secret Exposed!


What is the Sgt Pepper Code? Did the Beatles have access to hidden knowledge about the origins of Christianity? Were they taught the secrets of the Freemasons? Had they discovered the history of the Knights Templars or the occult connections of the Illuminati to whom they became exposed? Does the inclusion of Aleister Crowley on the record sleeve reveal their satanic black magic – or black magick -  roots?



The artwork for the Beatles Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band LP has become a truly iconic and instantly recognisable image. It invokes the spirit of a generation and captures the moment the world changed.

The Beatles embodied a new sense of creativity, a freedom of mind and the values of a new dawn and they chose to encapsulate all that within the confines of a twelve inch sphere of vinyl and a gatefold sleeve.

Who amongst us hasn’t looked at the cover of that seminal album and wondered who are all these people and why are they there? 

Who hasn’t read the printed lyrics and thought that the Beatles were talking directly to them?
Well, you were right, they were. Encased within the grooves and staring back at you from the sleeve is a remarkable treasure trove of clues and encoded information just waiting to be discovered.

Embark upon this journey and you will discover the remarkable hidden tale of a man who has shaped history, forged nations and shaped religions. A man against who even the Beatles influence pales into insignificance.

You will be astonished at just how much information is concealed within the albums contents. This is a voyage of discovery, of immense secret identities and a tale of hidden religious secrets. 

Put simply, The Sgt Pepper Code is the Rosetta Stone that will allow you to tap into the Holy Grail of Beatle mystery and symbolism.

Read this book and decode the vast quantity of hidden and deliberately obscured information. One thing is guaranteed, Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band will never sound the same again!






Wednesday, 18 July 2012

The late Nicky Browne - Wife of Tara

Tara Browne's widow

The following piece has been taken from the Sunday Telegraph obituary:

Tara and Nicky Browne
Nicky Browne, who has died aged 70, was the widow of the Hon Tara Browne, heir to the Guinness fortune and archetypal golden child of the 1960s, whose death at 21 at the wheel of his car inspired the Beatles song A Day In The Life.

A gamine farmer’s daughter of Irish descent, she became an emblem of Swinging London, flitting amid a glamorous elite exemplified by her wealthy young husband, one of a cabal of fashionable aristocrats to court the The Rolling Stones and The Beatles.

Having married Tara Browne in London in August 1963, she quickly bore him two sons. But a week before Christmas 1966 he was with killed when he drove his turquoise Lotus Elan through a red light at high speed and collided with a parked van in Redcliffe Gardens, Earl’s Court.


As the Beatles sang:

He blew his mind out in a car

He didn’t notice that the lights had changed

A crowd of people stood and stared

They’d seen his face before

Nobody was really sure

If he was from the House of Lords.

Nicky Browne was not with him on the night he died, and indeed by then was separated from her husband; Browne’s companion in the passenger seat was an 18-year-old fashion model, Suki Potier, with whom he had reportedly taken up. She escaped with minor bruises.

As a result of the Brownes’ estrangement, Nicky Browne had launched a very public and painful legal battle for custody of her two young children, her adversaries being not only her husband but also his mother, Lady Oranmore and Browne, the former Oonagh Guinness, the formidable matriarch of the powerful brewing family. The case became something of a cause célèbre, and when a judge ruled that the boys should live with their grandmother, Nicky Browne suffered an emotional collapse.

In the years that followed, she was further distraught that her young sons were shuttled from one school to another (some 20 in all, she recalled), and that she was allowed to see them only in the holidays. Close friends observed that both mother and sons suffered as a result.

Although Oonagh Guinness made her daughter-in-law a small financial allowance, the settlement was dwarfed by the Guinness family fortune. Tara Browne had stood to inherit £1 million on his 25th birthday, and even at the age of 21 his estate exceeded £56,000, a sum which would have made him a millionaire today.

Nowhere was the gilded Guinness lifestyle more in evidence than at Luggala, the Gothic family seat in the Wicklow Mountains. There, in the spring before Tara died, Nicky Browne had been at her husband’s side at his lavish and — so it was said — acid-laced 21st birthday party. Two private jets flew the 200 or so guests to Ireland, including John Paul Getty, Mick Jagger, Brian Jones, his then girlfriend Anita Pallenberg, and Paul McCartney.

At the inquest into his death, Browne was described as a man of “independent means”, but his widow was not a beneficiary in his will. When John Lennon chanced to read a newspaper account of the coroner’s proceedings, he immortalised Browne as “a lucky man who made the grade” in A Day In The Life, the closing track of the Beatles’ album Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (1967).

She was born Noreen Anne MacSherry in the autumn of 1941 near Yeovil, Somerset. The eldest of three children, Noreen ran away to London as a teenager in search of a more exciting life. After being sacked from her first job, at the Bank of England, when she got in a muddle over exchange rates, she worked as an artist’s assistant, making canvases and keeping the studio clean.

In late 1962, when she was 19, mutual friends introduced her to Tara Browne at Battersea funfair. It was a coup de foudre. He was one of the most eligible bachelors in London, and they married at Islington register office the following summer. Later Nicky Browne told reporters that her mother-in-law took against her from the first, suggesting that Tara had married beneath his station.

Furthermore, Oonagh Guinness believed that the free-spirited farmer’s daughter had deliberately stopped taking the newly-available Pill in order to get pregnant and ensnare her son, who at 17 was himself a ward of court following the break-up of Oonagh’s second marriage.

Charming, witty and attractive — a “hippie-babe par excellence”, according to one admirer — Nicky soon established herself as an exotic butterfly on the London scene. For a country girl, she had an unexpectedly worldly air, socially at ease at a time when old class barriers were breaking down. Her husband, on the other hand, was almost impossibly precocious, having hobnobbed in Paris with the likes of Cocteau, Dali and Beckett before moving to London.

But while Tara Browne’s money and aristocratic background earned him a raffish reputation , Nicky — always unmaterialistic — lavished as much attention on her two young sons as on the rock stars of the day whom she helped entertain at their mews house in Eaton Row, Belgravia. “Musicians were interested in having a place to hang out where there were no fans bothering them,” she told the author Paul Howard, Tara Browne’s biographer. “We had a good sound system, so our flat became a place where they could come around and smoke dope. It became another club. One place would finish and everyone would say: 'Where can we go now? Tara’s.”

Paul McCartney told interviewers that he took LSD for the first time with Tara Browne, and Marianne Faithfull has asserted that Browne “was on acid” the night he died — though the coroner found no traces of drink or drugs in his bloodstream. Nicky herself seemed to be no more than a casual smoker of pot.

Tara included Nicky in some of his business deals, dabbling in some of the fashionable boutiques then appearing in Carnaby Street and the King’s Road. He was one of the financial backers for Sibylla’s, advertised as London’s first classic discotheque, the most technologically advanced in Britain, which opened in June 1966. At the launch party, the glittering guest list that included all four Beatles, three of the Stones, David Bailey, Michael Caine and Mary Quant, was headed by “the Hon Tara Browne and Nicky”.

But the venture turned out to be jinxed. The club’s co-owner, Kevin MacDonald, threw himself off a roof just weeks before Tara Browne’s own death.

Nicky blamed pressure from her mother-in-law for the eventual breakdown of her marriage; matters deteriorated still further when Oonagh Guinness began her custody battle for the children. When Nicky lost the case a few weeks after Tara’s death, she moved to southern Spain, deciding it would be cheaper to settle there than to remain, comparatively impoverished, in London.

Before he died, Tara Browne and Nicky had bought a 400-year old whitewashed house in Marbella, and had been among the first to spot its potential as a fashionable resort. In Spain Nicky planned to convert the house into an exclusive, expensive boutique, but decided instead to pursue a brief career as an actress. In 1970 she appeared in a revival of the musical Hair in Tel-Aviv, directed by Oliver Tobias, with whom she claimed she had a relationship.

Latterly she lived in a farmhouse in the small mountain village of Benahavis, near Marbella. Her partner of 26 years, Robbie Oliver, died last year. Her two sons survive her.

Nicky Browne, born 1941, died June 11 2012

Monday, 11 June 2012

Sympathy for the Devil?

New Book About Infamous Redlands Acid King!


This piece is a follow up to my previous blog, ‘Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?’ about the infamous Redlands bust - that saw the arrest of the Rolling Stones, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards and art gallery owner, Robert Fraser – and the involvement of the infamous Acid King, one David Schneiderman. 

To my surprise I recently received an email from an author called Ed Ochs informing me that “You don't have to guess anymore. Everything you ever wanted to know about David Schneiderman is in my new book "Freedom Spy: David Jove and The Meaning of Existence" (Rock Press).” To purchase the book simply click the Amazon link above.

Interest well and truly peaked I rushed off to Amazon and ordered my copy from across the Atlantic. 

Sadly the book delivers very little concerning the Redlands bust, however, one should not hold this against the author as his path did not cross Mr Schneiderman’s, or more correctly, David Jove as he was now known, until a few years after the incidents in West Sussex.

The book, however, presents an extremely interesting story recanting many joint adventures of the author and David Jove whilst in L.A. where David had fled to after having to exit both the U.K. and his native Canada. He appears to have been a talented songwriter and artist who recorded two albums worth of material. Nothing serious could come of his musical aspirations though, as, being a fugitive from the law he had to keep a low profile.

That he managed to do so appears to be something of a miracle and the book tells of many incidents, some funny some alarming, that any sane individual would have avoided like the plague.

Of primary interest to me is the revelation that Schneiderman / Jove was a keen follower of Aleister Crowley and was a member of the Toronto Lodge of the O.T.O.  It is amazing just how many people in the Beatles / Stones orbit of that time were Crowley acolytes – indeed just to strengthen these ties even further, the books tells us that Schneiderman / Jove dedicated his two albums to fellow Crowleyite and film-maker, Kenneth Anger – that I wonder if it was this fact that enabled him to access the Stones inner sanctum initially?

Mr Ochs also informs us that David’s daughter, the violinist Lili Haydn, has performed with the Rolling Stones. I wonder if she mentioned to Keith Richards who her father was? I suspect not!

Jove eventually goes on to achieve some sort of success via a cable t.v. show called New Wave Theatre, before the untimely death of its host, Peter Ivers - some claim Jove may have been involved - before launching the no longer extant website, thewholetruth.com. I don't recall the site, however, it appears he may have been a Canadian version of David Icke.

Schneiderman / Jove died in 2004 and one expects the truth of his involvement in the Redlands bust died with him. However, if you, like me, would like to find out more about the man behind the myth then I highly recommend this book.

To order go to http://www.edochs.com




Tuesday, 29 May 2012

So what more do we know about Tara Browne?

Forthcoming book to reveal all about Tara Browne





The following is taken from a review of a forthcoming book about Tara Browne

I received a call from the Irish writer Paul Howard, who, as Ross O’Carro-Kelly (‘Rock’) has written a number of popular satires about Ross and the Celtic Tiger, a series now necessarily discontinued. Howard is presently embarked on a new project — a biography of Tara Browne, who famously ‘blew his mind out in a car’ in the Beatles’ song ‘A Day in the Life’, the one that begins ‘I read the news today oh boy/ About a lucky man who made the grade’. (He was similarly elegised in ‘Death of a Socialite’ by The Pretty Things.) I knew Tara well during the Paris phase of his brief trajectory and my first reaction to news of this biography was that it would be quite a short book, Tara having died in a car crash in Redcliffe Gardens in 1966, aged 22.

John Lennon affects detachment in the lyric, ‘He didn’t notice that the lights had changed’, but he knew Tara and it is clear from the song’s elegiac mood that his death stood for something in the life of the band, that it marked the end of the party. The last line ‘Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall’ expresses the mood of disillusion, or so I like to think, because that was the way I felt about Tara’s death myself. Before it, the innocent phase of the 1960s, the Twist, the mini-skirt, ‘I wanna hold your hand’. After it, long hair, old clothes, psychedelia, Altamont, the rock-and-roll deaths. Before it, for me at least, the carefree present tense. After it, fatherhood, work, the future.

Howard had assembled a few last witnesses of Tara’s life in the tearoom of the genteel Montcalm Hotel near Marble Arch. I was so keen not to miss anything that I arrived an hour early and fell asleep in the lobby, a shameful condition to be found in for one about to boast of his wild youth. I woke with a start and there was Godfrey Carey QC, Tara’s tutor during the Paris phase of his life, hired to try and get him into Eton. We were joined by Paul Howard, who placed a dictaphone on the table. I laid beside it a faded green Chinese brocade tie of Tara’s which I had hoped would sum up his colourful personality but which only looked small and sad.

At 15, in 1960, Tara was barely literate, having walked out of dozens of schools. He smoked and drank but he hadn’t got on to joined-up handwriting yet. He was living at home with his mother Oonagh Guinness and her third husband, a louche Cuban ‘shoe-designer’ presently named Miguel Ferreras, who was gaily going through her fortune. Tara was two years younger than me but years ahead in sophistication and fun, dealing jokes, insults and ridiculous boasts from an inexhaustible deck like a child delightedly playing snap. In his green suits, mauve shirts with amethyst cuff-links, his waves of blonde hair, brocade ties and buckled shoes, smoking menthol cigarettes (always Salem) and drinking Bloody Marys, he was Little Lord Fauntleroy, Beau Brummell, Peter Pan, Terence Stamp in Billy Budd, David Hemming in Blow-Up. His drawly Irish blarney was the perfect antidote to our public school reserve and what would come to be called ‘postwar austerity’.
All the white-gloved pre-debs doing time at Paris finishing schools found their way to Oonagh’s apartment, where they encountered their first taste of Sixties hedonism, without Daddy being around to say no to drinks and cigarettes and staying up past their bedtime. 

There was the chauffeur-driven Lincoln Continental to conduct us to the clubs and swimming-pools. There was fresh milk in the fridge picked up daily by the Irish butler from the American embassy canteen, the only place in Paris where you could find it in those days. If there was any embarrassment about money Tara would pretend to find a ‘dix milles’ note in the street. He had one of the first car record-players, which you could walk along with (‘Rubber Ball’ by Bobby Vee, ‘Cut Across Shorty’ by Eddie Cochran) and after the clubs we took it to the Aerogare des Invalides and danced for the cleaners and pilots, keeping the photo booth busy. Our childlike faces peer out of the little black-and-white squares in ecstasy at our newfound freedom in the adult world.

Godfrey Carey described arriving at the flat in the morning to find bodies everywhere. An hour later Tara would peer out of a blanket, saying his Irish ‘Sorrry, sorrry’. I seem to remember his lessons taking place in the back of the Lincoln on the way to somewhere like Eden Rock, where Jean-Paul Belmondo waved to him. These were the days of Godard’s A Bout de Souffle, yellow-T-shirted American girls crying ‘New York Herald Tribune’ in the Champs Elysees, Edith Piaf’s ‘Milord’ playing in Le Drugstore. I’ll never forget Tara facing my father over the drinks tray in Majorca. Would he like some orange or a Coke? ‘An orange juice,’ said Tara in the tones of Lady Bracknell. ‘I’d rather have a Bloody Mary, sir. But do you mind if I fix it myself?’ The photos have him building enthusiastic sandcastles on the beach next morning.

Animated anew by Tara’s memory, I was gabbling excitedly by now. When Godfrey could get a word in he told us of the desperate last bid for study time — a stay in the Drake Hotel in New York of all places. On the first morning he awoke early to find that Tara had been watching TV all night. After three days of ‘jet-leg’, Tara told his mother he did not think he should miss Lucy Lambton’s coming-out ball. He flew to London and Godfrey never saw him again. Miguel later accused Godfrey of having an affair with Oonagh, who was 55. I said the last time I heard Tara’s voice was when he asked me to testify in his mother’s divorce case that Miguel had made a pass at me. (I declined.) Howard revealed that Miguel had fought for General Franco in the war, joined the SS and was taken prisoner in Italy. He was still alive in Canada where Howard intended to doorstep him. Perhaps it would not be such a short book after all.

Tara could hardly have failed to be a success in Swinging London. While I was wandering around the globe in ’63 and ‘64, he embarked on the second and last phase of his meteoric progress. He got married, met the Stones and the Beatles, opened a shop in the King’s Road and bought the fatal turquoise Lotus Elan in which he entered the Irish Grand Prix. He let me drive it once in some busy London street: ‘Come on, Hugo, put your foot down.’ I had just got my first job and our ways were dividing. His money and youth made him a natural prey to certain charismatic Chelsea types who turned him into what he amiably termed a ‘hustlee’. He reputedly gave Paul McCartney his first acid trip. The pair went to Liverpool together, got stoned and cruised the city on mopeds until Paul went over the handlebars and broke a tooth and they had to call on Paul’s Aunt Bett for assistance. There is still a body of people — and a book called The Walrus is Paul — who believe that Paul is dead and is now actually Tara Browne with plastic surgery.

Everyone has got some golden boy or girl in their life whose death or sudden departure distils the period into the long party it should have been but probably never was. When my first girlfriend was trying to think of something really nice to tell me she came up with ‘Your eyes are nearly as nice as Tara’s’. I remember being tremendously pleased about this and could hardly wait to tell him. I discussed titles for the book with Paul Howard and there seemed to be no choice: A Lucky Man Who Made the Grade.

Death of a Socialite - Is Percy Thrillington really Tara Browne?


Death of a Socialite - Is Percy Thrillington really Tara Browne? 


From April Ashley’s Odessy….”Next morning I awoke early and took out the basket to gather some provisions. As I veered into the King's Road it was as if I were seeing it for the first time... Tara and Nicky Browne chatting to Michael Fish in the middle of the road and handing out sweets to strangers. Anthony Haden-Guest was writing about them, Michael Rainey was selling clothes to them at his shop where, if you knew him, he'd go down into the basement, pull out a brick and roll a marijuana cigarette (later he married Jane Ormsby-Gore and left World's End in a gypsy caravan to look for the Holy Grail in the West Country).”

I recently discovered a new blog concerning the former wife of Tara Browne which I believe makes interesting reading. If it is true or a spoof I don’t know, maybe the author has been reading some of the posts here – again I don’t know. However, certain issues are alluded too and accusations implied that would back up some of the assertions I, and others, have made.

Here is one such claim, Nicki and Tara were cult figures in the swinging sixty's of psychedelic era London and I do mean CULT!! Ignoring the poor grasp of English the assertion here is clear. Here is another. So, he was with another women when his Lotus hit another car maybe he hit a pot hole too and crashed and he was killed but not his new girl friend who was in the car too. Some say Paul McCartney was the occupant of the other car, maybe a conspiracy of some kind..

Reading on. Drugs with Paul McCartney, John Lennon and the Rolling Stones, Brian Jones was a boyfriend, all of that. He sat in on the making of the Beatles record 'Revolver'. First I have heard of him sitting in on Revolver and does the author really mean that Brian Jones was a boyfriend? Certainly they liked to swap girlfriends, Suki Potier jumped very quickly from the front seat of Tara’s smashed Lotus and into Brian’s bed, but did they share a bed? 

Who knows, however, and although I was aware of both of these photographs, it has just come to my attention that they were snapped by Michael Cooper with their partners for the November 1966 Vogue magazine, just a month before Tara’s death.

Tara and Nicky Browne and Brian Jones and Anita Pallenberg

Anyway, let us continue…Tara was involved with Britains first transsexual scandal April Ashley and the other transsexual Amanda Lear who was with Dali. Anita Pallenberg, John Paul Getty the second and Talita .. the effete elite, you name it. Anyway, it is an interesting thread of magic, and spawned the story about Paul McCartney and a body double..

All of which brings us to another interesting conspiracy theory, and here I shall quote from another website….Amanda Lear is one of Europe’s leading gay icons. She has regularly performed at Gay Pride festivals held in France, Italy, Germany, Switzerland, Austria, Belgium, The Netherlands and Greece. The life of Amanda Lear is confusing and there is a lack of photographic evidence from her youth. Her Wikipedia page indicates that Amanda was born in either 1939 or 1946. Amanda Lear was part of the Swinging London lifestyle of the 1960s. She was friends with The Beatles, Twiggy, The Rolling Stones, Bowie and a large collection of rock stars. Lear became a “stalwart of London’s demimonde” and an exotic name on the nightclub circuit. She was romantically linked with Bowie, Brian Jones and Tara Browne. Amanda Lear is the basis for a large collection of gay rumours surrounding famous people, including Lennon, McCartney, Bowie, Jones, Tara Browne and Salvador Dali.

Her connection with Brian Jones resulted in the ironic Rolling Stones track “Miss Amanda Jones,” included on the 1967 album, Between the Buttons. In 1979, Lear married French bisexual aristocrat Alain-Philippe Malagnac d’Argens de Villèle who, in fact, was the former lover turned adopted son of diplomat and controversial gay novelist Roger Peyrefitte. The life of Amanda Lear is interesting. She has been connected to a large group of gay men. Lear dated both Tara Browne and Brian Jones. The conspiracy theory revolves around the suggestion that Amanda Lear may be a famous man in disguise, possibly someone involved with the December 18, 1966, car accident. If you see Lear in her older photographs, she looks like a man. In many of her images, Amanda is hiding her neck, giving the visual impression of a fake head imposed on body.

Is this the motivation behind McCartney’s daubing Tara’s Plastic Skirt?

And so to round off and to get to the question posed in the title of this piece, here is Paul’s take on the origins of Percy Thrillington…We took personal ads in Private Eye and the Evening Standard saying, "Percy Thrillington seeks the love of his life." People eventually began to ask, "Who is this Percy Thrillington who keeps taking out small ads?" And then on holiday in Ireland with Linda we decided to find an actual Percy. We found a lad working in a farmer's field. We went up to him and asked, "Would you mind doing a photo shoot?" And so for a modelling fee we persuaded him to put on a dinner jacket and Linda took some pictures. And this Irish farmhand became Percy Thrillington. Now compare and contrast with this final quote from the Break the Silence blog… She was an Irish farmers daughter that secretly married him in 1963 in Paris..

Here is todays tweet from Percy…Percy Thrillington is deeply irritated by the curtailment of his apres-ski enjoyment & is currently returning overland by private ambulance, could this be a prelude to this?