John Lennon skaffar sin första Rolls-Royce och får chaufför-problem
John Lennon införskaffade denna dag sin första Rolls Royce. Det var en begagnad två ton tung limousine i färgerna rödbrun och svart.
Eftersom det inte tycks finnas något fotografi på John Lennons första begagnade Rolls Royce, får nedanstående bild illustrera John Lennons förkärlek för bilmärket Rolls Royce. Detta är en helvit Phantom V Rolls Royce av 1965-års modell, som John Lennon köpte 1966.
Lite rörliga bilder med John, Yoko och den helvita Rolls Roycen.
John Lennon berättar:
When I bought the first Rolls, I realized that it was cool to sit in such a car. People think that dark windows are inserted into car windows to hide. This is partly true, and it is also useful when you return home in the morning. It was already daylight outside, but the car was still dark. You just need to lift all the windows, and you are again like in a club.
When it comes to cars, John was a real foodie. When we moved to Kenwood, he bought us a Rolls-Royce and then hired a chauffeur.
John Lennon anställde en f.d. väktare från Wales vid namn Les Anthony som chaufför på heltid. Detta visade sig tyvärr vara väldigt obetänkt, eftersom John Lennon aldrig tog några referenser på Anthony.
When I first got a black Rolls, I still didn’t know how to drive, and I didn’t have a license yet.
John Lennon tog körkort först den 15 februari 1965, en händelse som det skrevs mycket om i den engelska pressen.
We lived far from the center, so we needed a good chauffeur. We took Jock, and this was our first major miss. I don’t know who he served with before, because John took him in his usual manner – right away, without hesitation and without worrying about such a trifle as a recommendation. By that time, of course, we were the proud owners of the Rolls-Royce. Neither John nor I had a driver’s license, so Jock became our personal chauffeur. This man didn’t even have a decent suit. He looked like an old bum: wrinkled clothes, unkempt hair, two weeks of stubble. But John didn’t care. He gave him the car at full disposal, allowing him to use it outside of office hours. Then we accidentally found out why Jock was so shabby and why our Rolls-Royce smelled like alcohol and cigarettes.Our car was often seen at night on the side of the road with the lights on, and in the back seat, curled up in a ball, our Jock was sleeping dead drunk. He used our Rolls for night drinking with his friends, and slept in it. In short, our Rolls was his home. What a type! John and I were such easy targets. He didn’t have time, but I was hopeless when I had to stand up for myself.
Roger Manser, en elektriker som arbetade i Johns hus:
John and Cynthia had a hired chauffeur who was always there 24 hours a day. I don’t remember where he slept, but the Rolls Royce was helpful for us to drive down to the village cafe for bacon buns and all. Sometimes in the back seat of the Rolls I went about my business.
Cynthia: We decided to take another chauffeur, married, and that was our second mistake. How convenient it is, we thought, – a decent chauffeur and his wife – a cook! I cook quite well myself, but, as they say, when money comes in the door, common sense jumps out the window. We did what we thought was reasonable under the circumstances. But not even two days had passed when Dot and this lady grabbed each other’s throats, the driver began to flirt with all the ”skirts” that they could come across, the married daughter of this couple left her husband and moved to her parents … that is, to us. So much for a happy family life! Accusations of deception, threats of violence, acts of revenge on the sly began. And I, the mistress of the house, was completely at a loss, not knowing how to communicate with these madmen. It got in the way that John was God, that’s the irony. After all, it was he who signed them checks for very generous amounts. And I was just a quiet little woman who wouldn’t hurt a fly. When John was at home, the kitchen turned into a bee hive of business activity, and the dining table was bursting with sumptuous dishes, masterpieces of the culinary art. And as soon as he went on tour, the food of the gods disappeared somewhere, and Julian and I had to be content with frozen potatoes, chopped schnitzels and green peas. The contrast was striking. And their table, I suspect, was richer. In general, as you understand, we soon had to part with this group of opportunists.
Peter Brown, Brian Epsteins personliga assistent:
In the end, the cook, the worker and the chauffeur were officially fired through the NEMS office.
Vi avslutar dagens artikel med ännu en video med John Lennons vita Rolls Royce.