We Danced On Our Desks: Brilliance and backstabbing at the Sixties' most influential magazine

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The break-up of history’s greatest pop band was inevitably blamed on Yoko, though the real cause was plainly visible, even at the time. It was John and Paul’s bitter conflict over the hiring of The Beatles’ last manager, Allen Klein, respectively for and against, which destroyed the unity that had sustained all four throughout even the most punishing years of their career. That hope vanished in the early hours of December 9, 1980, with a phone call from a friend in New York. John had been shot and fatally wounded by a demented fan when he and Yoko returned to the Dakota after a late-night recording session. Turning up at the Dakota apartment prepared for praise, I found Yoko waiting for me with two lawyers, the senior one a famed legal rottweiler named Peter Shukat. It wasn’t a tea party but an ambush. Yoko had now read my manuscript and decided, or been advised by one of her several aides, that I’d been ‘mean to John’. Linda Robson takes granddaughters Betsy and Lila to CBeebies pantomime afterannouncing split from her husband of 33 years Mark Dunford The much-loved labrador that sniffed out her owner's breast cancer, saving her life and inspiring a new charity that's gone on to save countless moreOne of her most implacable enemies during John’s lifetime had been his Aunt Mimi, who’d raised him single-handedly to be a nice middle-class boy and who xenophobically dubbed Yoko ‘the Poison Dwarf’. Yasuda Zenjirō was a Japanese entrepreneur from Toyama, Etchu Province, and was a maternal great-grandfather of Yoko Ono via his adoptive son, Yasuda Zenzaburō Ashley Benson bundles up her baby bump in cozy sweats as she steps out with her dog on a coffee run... after tying the knot with Brandon Davis We Danced on Our Desks offers a window on another lost world, a silver age of journalism when a magazine could please itself and celebrities would wait to be invited into its charmed circle. It’s also an unbeatable portrait of a writer finding his voice amid the distractions of a dementedly sybaritic decade. The book has been ably produced by a small press, Mensch, after certain major publishing houses passed on it. Given the standard of memoirs those companies do serve up you have to wonder. Perhaps they took fright at this book’s readability, verve and wit. Shoppers' secret to Zen: NEOM's bestselling electric diffuser is on sale with 30% off this Cyber Weekend (it fills your home with fragrance for 7 hours)

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