Peace and Love, man, said old-age pensioner and one-time drummer in a beat group, Mr Ringo Starr, only not to Liverpool council. Mr Starr, aka The Luckiest Stupid Person In The World, is enraged at plans to demolish his childhood home. I mean, man, like, it's a drag, they wouldn't go to Stratford and knock down Shakespeare's gaff, would they?
“Ringo Starr lived in other houses, but he was only born in one. If it's knocked-down – even if it is moved – fans all over the world are going to be up in arms. They will just not understand how Liverpool can carry-out this kind of cultural vandalism.” Said Beatles fan, Mr Terry Fuckwit, 72, of the Dingle.
Starr, who has homes in Los Angeles, Monte Carlo and Surrey, and also claims to live with his friends all aboard, in a Yellow Submarine, when he is not drying-out or in a drug rehabilitation unit, has expressed his dismay at plans to knock down his childhood home and has also said he is opposed to plans to relocate it to a museum.
Speaking in 2007 he said: “If you want to see where I come from, it's no good putting me in the Wirral. It only works, as far as I can see, if it's there (Madryn Street)."
The former fab mopster said there were no plans for a Beatles reunion concert to raise funds for the preservation of his birthplace. It'd be a bit hard, like, what with half of us being dead and me not even being the best drummer in the Beatles. And, anyroad, the council should come up with the money. Don't they know I'm a legend of Liverpool, even if I am as thick as pigshit? I played drums on Sergeant Peppers, well some of it, the bits Paul didn't play, or John, or George.
I love Liverpool so much that I couldn't wait to leave it, so there's no point asking me to stump up me hard-earned dosh to preserve this dump. But the people of Liverpool, they should well, dig deep and sort of Love, love me do.
Aboard his personal jet, former premier, Mr Tony "Bloody" Blair, strummed his Prime Minister's Edition Fender Stratocaster, E5-A5-B5, the chords to one of his favourite Beatles' tunes, Gimme money, that's what I want, that's what I want, that's what I want, that's what I want, that's what I wa-a-a-a-a-a-an't, yeah, that's waht I want. Well I did what I could for Mr Starr, I extended the length of copyright, in the hope that he, like my other chums, Cliff and Barry - or is it Robin Gibb- would, y'know, offer us a free holiday, play the white man, sort of, and he frankly hasn't, so I simply say to the peepul ov Britun, fuck him. Maybe it's because he didn't write any of the songs, that he's pissed, kind of like Gordon Brown.
From the next airborne stateroom, a harsh Liverpool accent scraped across the former prime minister's musings; Will ya fuckin shuddup in there, wack, I'm tryin' to get me beauty sleep in 'ere?
Sorry, Imelda.
I love Liverpool so much that I couldn't wait to leave it, so there's no point asking me to stump up me hard-earned dosh to preserve this dump. But the people of Liverpool, they should well, dig deep and sort of Love, love me do.
Aboard his personal jet, former premier, Mr Tony "Bloody" Blair, strummed his Prime Minister's Edition Fender Stratocaster, E5-A5-B5, the chords to one of his favourite Beatles' tunes, Gimme money, that's what I want, that's what I want, that's what I want, that's what I want, that's what I wa-a-a-a-a-a-an't, yeah, that's waht I want. Well I did what I could for Mr Starr, I extended the length of copyright, in the hope that he, like my other chums, Cliff and Barry - or is it Robin Gibb- would, y'know, offer us a free holiday, play the white man, sort of, and he frankly hasn't, so I simply say to the peepul ov Britun, fuck him. Maybe it's because he didn't write any of the songs, that he's pissed, kind of like Gordon Brown.
From the next airborne stateroom, a harsh Liverpool accent scraped across the former prime minister's musings; Will ya fuckin shuddup in there, wack, I'm tryin' to get me beauty sleep in 'ere?
Sorry, Imelda.

