Everybody's Like "McBeardy 😍 🥵" Meanwhile I'm Like Yeah Yeah The Beard's Fine But What I Love Are

Two years ago I binge read every Sherlock Holmes story by Arthur Conan Doyle. Before I started the only things I knew was that Holmes was the detective, Watson was the doctor who worked for him, they were colleagues who solved cases when Sherlock was too baffled on his own, then they went their separate ways until Sherlock needed help again. I wasn't prepared for both of them living at 221B Baker Street, or the fact they spent nearly the entirety of their time together even after the last clue was discovered and the culprit apprehended, or how when John would vaguely try to settle down with a wife he'd return to Sherlock at any given moment. In short, I never expected it to be a love story, and I never would have guessed those two men would move into my heart to stay. 🥰

Done! Here are my very brief immediate thoughts based on the main reason many of us chose to read this book--the possibility of a published author confirming McLennon that goes beyond platonic. It's a fascinating book, never boring, full of deep information that carries you along like the ship John piloted through a massive Atlantic storm (near Bermuda of all places? Could you imagine if John had disappeared in the Triangle?? 😮.) Leslie does not end up with a sexual McLennon conclusion, though I disagree with him based on his very own book. I guess it's only fair though, none of us outside the most intimate of the Beatles circle can be absolutely sure, and that's just a simple fact. He gets as close as possible though, comparing John and Paul to a very deep and meaningful friendship between two French men in the late 1500s, Michel de Montaigne and Étienne de La Boétie, which was also cut short by the death of one, while the other grieved for the rest of his life. In conclusion, the book is beautiful, John & Paul were beautiful, their love was beautiful. Read it, but know that he sees a very complex soul mated platonic love. Just so, you know, you're not disappointed waiting for the secret Liverpudlian wedding reveal. 😉☺️😇

Good catch!

I love how Crowley and Aziraphale's teeny little half miracles to hide Gabriel actually worked because when Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael show up at the bookshop they don't recognize him at all. It's such great continuity.

My favorite part:

Michael looking at Gabriel, "Don't I--don't I know you?"

Gabriel, intently, "Yes. You do. I'm the assistant book seller. I opened the door for you."

"With Ringo's self-explanatory 2004 collection Postcards from the Boys reproducing Lennon's missives to him, moreover, the absence of any letters from Lennon to McCartney is perhaps most conspicuous in Hunter Davies' book [The John Lennon Letters]. He tells me he did approach McCartney, however: "Paul said he had two letters from John, but they were personal."

I was talking to my mom on the phone and at one point she said that John and Paul should have adopted me as a baby and raised me to be the ultimate Beatles fan and I just cracked up because my mom has zero idea that I ship McLennon (I don't think she's ever heard of it)  and the idea of her picturing John and Paul adopting me jointly as a couple was just too funny. 

I'm on chapter 33 Oh! Darling and istg if Ian Leslie doesn't mention the Oh! Johnnys I'm going to riot. This guy LISTENS to music, he catches the theme, the meaning, the secret messages of every single note so if he somehow misses that very obvious switch from darling to Johnny and back... Seriously, the Johnnys are screamed in your face, babe.

It goes darling, darling, Johnny, Johnny, darling-- God, I love that song! Grrrr!!

I changed my name from booksbeatlesj2 to booksbeatlesaziracrow, just in case anyone notices and wants to make sure I'm me. It should be noted that I almost certainly am. 👍🏻

How they aren't locked in the throes of passion at that moment is simply beyond me. John wants to devour that neck. Lounging on the floor, their bodies pressed together, good thing they remembered there were people around or they might've had a lot to explain at their next press conference. Or not, if anything maybe that would've made things clearer to everyone.

A million '60s women had their hearts shatter when they saw this photo, then wrote in their diaries that instead of fucking John or Paul, their new obsession was to watch them slowly worship each other until they were both panting, exhausted, and fully satisfied (which would then be incorporated into their next single--it was John & Paul, after all.)

Oh yeah! In my grubby little hands 🙌🏻🤣