First of all in reading this letter you should remember that I didn’t graduate from secondary school and am therefor lacking literary skills like yours. Paul said I should write that because it sounded smart and educated like. What d’you think? Did it sound smart? I thought it did. Right, he’s buggered off so I can really tell you something now.
It’s not like we’ll never see each other again, you know. I mean, you go for nine months of the year at that bloody boarding school and it doesn’t really mean anything when you get back. I just miss you like crazy. I feel like this is different though, and I know you’ve heard me go on and on about how bloody wonderful all this is and we’re going to be a top band and all that. Well, it’s only true.
I feel pretty daft writing this because I know I’ll be back, I just don’t know when and I know you’ll be done with school. But that’s the thing. Then what?
Not like I’m having doubts about the Silver Beatles musical abilities, and I’m sure you’ll find some great bloke and make him very happy. I dunno, just I feel that something’s gonna happen.
I know you said you couldn’t be paid to come to Hamburg after what Lacy told you when she went there with Rory Storm. You should come though. We’ll all miss you, even though we still aren’t leaving for a week yet. I bet we could make you something official-like for us and that way when we’re famous we can go all around and take you with us. Like, Official bed inspector or something naff like that. Oh Christ, Macca’s back. He says you can be the official inspector of his erm… dirty bits if you will. Yes ok, I’ve hit him for you.
See what I do for you Gab? I hit the rhythm guitarist just to save you the trouble. Besides I know you wouldn’t touch his dirty bits with a ten foot pole, let alone go near them at all.
Just humor me Gab.
Right, but that’s not what I wanted to say. You should come to visit us in Hamburg. Although, right now won’t work, out for any of us seen as you’re going back to the bloody school and we have no idea how long we’ll be in Hamburg. Come visit me. I’m telling you right now, I’ll be driven mad by the third week in the company of only Lennon and McCartney.
I love you, I’m sure I’ll miss you, so come to see me so I don’t go mad
George
Ps: Don’t bother with writing anything back we have no address.