Since the early 60s, the invariable response to the statement that you come from Liverpool has been either “Oh, where the Beatles come from?” or “Great football team!”. The former is agreeable as it’s then possible for a man of my age to get away with claiming to have been on close terms with the Fab Four. The latter, though, is rather disagreeable when you’re not a supporter of Liverpool FC, but of ‘the other’ Premiership team based in the city. Over 40 years I’ve become inured to this exchange in possibly as many countries around the world. So, imagine my shock when the response of a young local taxi driver last week was a blank stare of dis-recognition. Unless it was my strange pronunciation, he seemed to be totally unaware of the existence of the Beatles. And, when I asked him if he followed football at all, he said not and that he preferred American Football. Which isn’t football at all, of course. So, all in all, quite a strange young man. Possibly unique. He certainly will be if he still doesn’t know the Beatles after this week’s latest attempt to make everyone buy every one of their records yet again.
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