Archive for August, 2009

Note to readers:

August 24, 2009

My Dirty Old Man friend is confused. Maybe lots of people are confused, so I will clarify.

At no point have I referred to the musicians from Liverpool when I’ve talked about the Beatles. I have my own Beatles, John, Paul and George (and now, Jay, who I ought to call Ringo, I suppose). They were all reporters with me at The Press, and are all in my poker league.

With the exception of John, they rent my other house.

I love them, yeah, yeah, yeah.