If I worried about men coming for me on the internet, I wouldn’t bother to exist on the internet. I certainly wouldn’t write about The Beatles knowing loads of blokes would be clucking to tell me how fucking wrong I was.
(Although those types of blokes crack me up, I do love a windup.)
Sky Arts was promoting a Beatles Night.
An evening consisting of thre…
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