CLUB SANDWICH 66

            Then there's the screaming. Macca says that in the old days they used to sound like flocks of seagulls, all them schoolgirls wailing at the mere sight of The Fabs. Well, they're flocking back. And you know just when they're going to start - song No. 5. He plays 'Another Day' and says - "teases" would be a better word - "That was a song from the Seventies, here's one from even further back" (yells of approval from crowd)..."ah one, two, Close your eyes and I'll..." WAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.
            Again, I kid you not. I have yet to hear the words "kiss you" on 'All My Loving'. The moment when you should be hearing "kiss you" is the moment when - on average - 40,000 collectively heave up out of their seats to become one throbbing, bopping, smiling mass of wailing seagulls. "Kiss you" has become redundant, it is de facto dropped from the set. You'll see. Wait till the live album from this tour. People will be returning their CDs to the stores saying "Excuse me, there's something wrong with this disc, I can't hear the words. There seems to be a lot of birds squawking on this track...was it recorded at the seaside?"
            What else happens? Oh yeah, they faint. It's pass out time again. Now I don't know whether it's the heat (which, for the record, was 124 degrees when Paul stood on stage in Perth; therefore accounting for the first time I've seen him rock sockless in flip-flops) or the occasion of it all, but I tell you I was pretty damn impressed in Milan at the rapidity at which they fainted. And so early in