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John Roden, Trickster Extraordinaire...

After a Macca show at Madison Square Garden, I headed back to John's hotel room with Pab, and engaged in some beer drinking and other recreational pursuits. I think it may have been the other recreational pursuits that rendered me unconscious. When the next issue of TP came back from the printers, I saw not the usual "look at me and where I've been this month" leader photo that I'd stuck in the layout, but one of me in asleep in John's room.

He'd taken the photo and instructed my production department to slip it in without me knowing... hence his little message "from the crew".

Bastard!