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1990's Article by Paul "Funkee" Olsen, a drummer who once worked with Eric Clapton and
had an amusing encounter with Pattie in 1984. Shared by Clara...

Paul "Funkee" Olsen -

"I played in bands all over Europe, including the raucous and seminal Third
World War, and was a pick-up drummer for all the Detroit soul bands who toured
England, ran into Robin Trower around the corner from my house did three album
covers for him in England, and was generally in rock 'n roll heaven, rubbing
shoulders with all the English greats. Many gigs with various bands and musos
at the Speakeasy (the "Speak"), the Marquee, the Flamingo, the Revolution, the
100 Club, the Pheasantry, the Cafe des Artistes, the Lyceum, the Tally Ho, etc,
etc, etc. Everybody in the business knew everybody else and we were constantly
running into each other either at gigs, rehearsal rooms, Doc Hunt's drum shop,
or muso pubs like the Ship, just up from the Marquee. Then one day I got a
call: "Funky? This is Graham Bond. I'm down in the country rehearsing with a
band and we need a drummer tonight, can you come down?"

Graham Bond! Could I come down??? Could I ever! I had an audition the following
day with a new band a bass player friend of mine had just joined, but the
chance to play with the great Graham Bond was too much to pass up. So what if I
stayed up all night, and then went to the other gig, I could do it. I was a
former Marine, remember? Tough. Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce had been in Graham's band
before they formed Cream with Eric, so you can see why this was such an opportunity....."

"I was travelling back and forth to England, and courtesy of Gary, played with
Eric Clapton on two occasions where I met a stunning blonde who was hanging out
with Eric. Nice girl.

I started designing and rendering movie titles, moved into the house where
Richie Valens recorded "Come On, Let's Go" "Donna" and "La Bamba" and ended up
working with James Cameron on the Abyss and Terminator 2 main and trailer
titles, which I designed and rendered for him.

Eric Clapton is always available for his friends...I've seen him play countless
small fun, and charity gigs deep in the English countryside, happy to lay back
and play rhythm, if someone wants to get up and play lead. He loves to play
with his mates, and will, at the drop of a hat. I'm on Henry Spinetti's kit
(having followed Jamie Oldaker) and I think we're playing "Kansas City."

An English friend named Liz called me and said she was coming to LA with her
best friend whose sister was getting married to Ian Wallace, an English drummer
and would I like to join them? I did, and Liz's friend was lovely and blonde
and vivacious and introduced to me as Patty, and we started talking at the reception
in Ian and Jenny's house in North Hollywood...she said, "I heard you played with Eric!"

I was pleasantly surprised that this beauty knew this about me and also
suitably humble and started going on about how much I liked his playing ever
since I saw him at that first gig at the Fillmore, how I played with Graham,
and what an honor it was to play with Eric, blah-blah-blah (you can see it
coming, can't you?). She kept pumping me about Eric, and I was only too happy
to oblige, with everyone at the table enjoying the conversation (including
Henry Spinetti, a drummer who plays with Clapton regularly).
Then she said, "Paul, you don't remember me, do you?" Well, actually, she
looked familiar, but the penny hadn't dropped yet. "We met at the Parrot!"

I stared at her as it began to dawn on me. Everybody at the table started
laughing..."Oh...you're THAT Patty!" I said with as much aplomb as I could
muster (not much). "Yes, Paul," said Patty with mock condescension, "I'm THAT
Patty!" Everybody broke up!

For those of you who don't know, "that Patty" is Pattie Boyd, George Harrison's
ex-wife, Eric's ex*, and "Layla" in Eric's classic song about her and also the
subject of "Wonderful Tonight".

END

NOTE: Pattie's sister, Jenny Boyd (ex Mrs. Mick Fleetwood), married drummer
Ian Wallace in 1984.
*Pattie wasn't yet Eric Clapton's ex at the time of Jenny's marriage in 1984.

Daily Mail, Thursday, November 14, 1974

PATTIE’S TENDER FAREWELL

BEATLE wife Pattie Boyd spent a long time saying goodbye to her boy-friend Eric
Clapton at London’s Heathrow Airport yesterday.

Afterwards she explained why she was unable to go with him to Miami. Pattie, who is
separated from her husband, George Harrison, said she was restricted by the Americans
to only one visit a year - and she has already been once this *year.

“**Six years ago the Americans put a code number beneath my visa to show that there
had been an alleged narcotic offence,” she said. “The code is only an indication - it could
mean anything from taking an overdose of aspirin to presumably being convicted of
smuggling a million tons of hashish. But because the code number shows through, every
time you enter an American port you are marked.”

Asked about a possible future with Eric, Pattie replied: “Future? I haven’t even made
up my mind what to do with the present.”

END

*Pattie had already visited America in late June 1974 when she left George to go stay with
her sister, Jenny, in Los Angeles. On July 6, 1974 she joined Eric on tour in Buffalo, New
York and traveled with him around America.

**Pattie and George Harrison were busted for drug possession on March 12, 1969 which
resulted in both of them having problems with their visas to enter America for many
years.

NOTE: The following article was published in UK Woman’s Own magazine, October 12, 1974 issue.
In May 1974, when George and Pattie were still together, Ossie Clark helped write an article
for Woman’s Own about the Harrison’s famous estate in Henley-on-Thames with their blessing.
Ossie recorded in his diary on May 17, 1974 that he’d spoken to Pattie on the phone and that
she liked the article, but thought it needed to be rewritten. By the end of June Pattie had
left George and joined Eric Clapton on tour in Buffalo, New York on July 6, 1974 - and the
article was still months from publication. In July 1974 Ossie Clark socialized with George and
his new girlfriend Kathy Simmonds, and in late September George asked Ossie to make him clothes
for his upcoming American tour. In early October the article was finally published, in an
altered version, provoking a negative response from George, who was unhappy about Ossie’s
involvement. On October 8, 1974 Ossie recorded in his diary that he went to see George at Friar
Park - “...because the article I wrote has just come out in Woman’s Own. What a shit that woman
is - of all times to print it, and it is altered. ‘Their friend explains why’ etc., and it
said I took the photographs. Naturally he (George) gave me a really cold reception but
forgave me when I explained...”
-So here is the version of Ossie Clark’s article that Woman’s Own delayed publishing, and
then altered to take advantage of the scandal of the Harrison’s split, thereby betraying the
trust of Ossie Clark and George & Pattie Harrison.)

Page 36: Inside George and Pattie’s Home EXCLUSIVE!

PATTIE’S PALACE
How Could She Leave It?

The marriage of George and Pattie Harrison was a relationship that rarely permitted
intrusion by the outside world. And their greatest protection was the incredible home
they created together. Now they have parted, one - or perhaps both - must leave its
ornate but tranquil splendour. For Pattie, who has put a lot of her soul into the house,
it could be the most difficult decision of her life. Her fashion designer friend,
OSSIE CLARK, tells us why...

Beyond the lake, the rolling English lawns, the firs, the elms and the newly-planted
magnolia, apple and cherry blossom trees, 500 saplings have been put in to keep the
world at a distance. But how much longer can Pattie Harrison’s palace be her haven of
peace and securtity?

She and George spent five years resurrecting this extraordinary house from the ravages
of time and the regime of seven very peculiar nuns who had filled the lake with garbage,
let the garden become overrun with weeds and allowed the exquiste metallic wallpaper
in the dining-room to go black with dust.

Now the lake is full of flitting goldfish, sprinkled with water lilies and inhabited by two
swans who glide gracefully by or hiss at strangers who are most unwelcome.

But besides the lure of the lake, the house’s 50 rooms and its mere one-hour drive to
London on the M4, it was the personality of the place that pleased them most.

What did they love? The light switches that are jovial friar’s faces - their noses flick up
and down; the impressive baronial hall with its minstrels’ gallery, striking stained glass
window and incredible ceiling that soars into a staggering 80-foot tower; the massive
medieval fireplace which has ornately carved benches at either side ... the peace.

Romantic Setting

Pattie has methodically and lovingly put the place together. Lalique and Tiffany lamps
blend with the inlaid parquet floors. The Gothic ceilings are painted a wonderful mixture
of mauve, rust, green and yellow. In the study, based on Marie Antoinette’s bedroom,
lavender, pink, blue, peach, eau de nil, cream and rose are reflected in the shine on the
marble floor.

From Hollywood she brought green grape lights, snapped up at an auction when MGM
was closing down. In the North she found a factory to weave carpets in Art Deco styles.

From India she brought back ivory inlaid desks, Buddhas and miniatures.

When she finally tracked down just the right shade of creamy slub silk for her drawing
room curtains she had a friend print a swirl of art nouveau patterns in turquoise, blue, and
mauve. She’s left them unlined so the sunlight can filter through.

With painstaking care Pattie has seen the beautiful gold and blue metallic, peacock-
patterned wallpaper in the dining-room restored to its former glory.

From the children’s ward of a hospital that was being demolished she rescued the wall
tiles that now adorn the kitchen - a modern housewife’s dream that blends elegantly into
an olde worlde mahogany setting.

Even George’s super-sonic, sound-proofed recording studio fits into this romantic setting.
There are thousands of switches, wires, tapes, lights, all built into the graceful old
mahogany.

Sunny days began with coffee made with cinnamon on the lawn. Both Pattie and George
are vegetarian, so breakfast was usually fruit, yoghurt and pancakes made with
marmalade, jam or cheese.

Both are gentle souls. They reached decisions together and made plans constantly.

In the late afternoon George would disappear into the studio with musicians and
engineers; or play back messages on his answer-phone machine; or discuss business
with his advisers.

Pattie would go off to shop in London in her green Mercedes; or to some nursery to find
new delights for the garden; or to the carpet factory in the North.

Or she would simply entertain her friends, other pop musicians, George’s parents, her
relatives, people in television; drinking tea or cocktails with names like White Lady - a
heady mixture of dry gin, cointreau and lemon juice poured through crackled ice into
chilled glasses. Now, it would seem, these days are all sadly in the past ...

Will I ever see my guest room again, with its beautiful big windows overlooking the
garden, its carved oak, four-poster bed?

A friend of mine once described Pattie as having “ankles like glass” and I always
thought she was the only blonde in the world until she dyed her hair red. But there is no
screaming change. It’s as though her hair was always red, so now she is the most
beautiful redhead in the world.

End of the Dream?

Time went by very quickly in this secret place. Dinner was usually very informal - miracles
in the Indian spiced manner from cauliflower, peas, aubergines, tomatoes, avocado,
potatoes and rice.

We would listen to George playing his guitar as he sat beside the great log fire, or maybe
there were good new sounds coming from the stereo in his office where sometimes a
magic screen appeared and old films were shown.

Sticky liqueurs made from bananas were served, or more coffee made with cinnamon.
Perhaps we played billiards. Or went to the library and sat in squashy leather chairs
looking at a book of Rousseau paintings. Or watched Monty Python on television.

The Palace is not finished yet. The Great Hall needs lots of furniture despite the art
nouveau bureau, Persian carpets, stained glass windows, Tiffany lamp, pre-Raphaelite
painting at one end - and at the other, a juke box. Will it ever be finished now?

-Article from UK Vogue, March 1968, written before the Beatles trip to Rishikesh,
India to meditate at Maharishi’s ashram in February 1968.

“The Harrisons are a picture in themselves, richly decorated, brightening the view
wherever they go...”

PATTIE HARRISON AND THE PAINTED HOUSE

By Georgina Howell

Every wall of George and Pattie Harrison’s house is transfigured with swirls of colour,
flowers and doodles. Alive with patterns, the house is illuminated like an ancient
manuscript by the hands of friends who have come for a swim in the pool, for a vegitarian
meal or a film show operated by George. Before the painted house stands the painted
car, a prince among minicars with its glistening black windows and intricate lacing of
tantric symbols and Sanskrit writing. The Harrisons are a picture in themselves, richly
decorated, brightening the view wherever they go: Pattie perhaps in long, brilliant green
culottes and boots in the same colour, her black Russian blouse studded with tiny stones,
and her nails dark red.

Like Buckingham Palace, their Esher bungalow always has a staring group at the
entrance. The bolder onlookers jam the electric gates with gravel and walk about the
garden, looking in the windows, “We want a different sort of house,” says Pattie
wistfully, “far away from people, in the middle of a wood, with a river and a pond.”
One fan, who knocked on the door recently to introduce her parents, was received with
an angry shout from George. “If that’s what meditation’s done for you,” said the fan
indignantly, “then so much for meditation.”

Everything in the Harrisons’ lives is linked with Indian culture, and the principals of peace
and happiness. George has been twice to India for sitar lessons from Ravi Shankar, but it
was Pattie who was the first of the Beatles set to attend meditation lectures. Both of them
meditate every day, and believe in it as an enormous power for good in the world. They
never eat meat. “The more you meditate, the less need you have to indulge yourself.
Gurus who live in meditation don’t need to eat at all, they get their nourishment from the
air. We are civilised and yet we still kill animals for our food. You don’t need it; we cut
out meat and now we don’t have lunch either. We have porridge for breakfast, and old-
fashioned tea with cakes and biscuits.

“The Maharishi is the happiest man I’ve ever seen. He laughs so much it’s almost as
though he sees a joke within a joke. He is electric. You can feel he’s come into the room
before you know he’s there.”

Pattie, too, seems radiantly happy. She cooks nut cutlets and vegetable stews when
friends come to dinner. Though there is a gardener to keep the garden full of flowers and
a daily to tidy up, they don’t have the battery of servants you might expect. Three or four
times a week she drives up to London to see her sister Jenny Boyd at Apple, the Beatles’
dress shop in Baker Street, to see Ossie Clark for some projected clothes for it, to go to
a museum or gallery, or to get her hair done. They don’t often have people to stay
because their spare rooms are full of objects and books. They are always rearranging
the rooms so that the layout of the rooms is never taken for granted.

At the moment George is finishing the music for the sound-track of a new film called
Wonderwall, directed by Joe Massot, for Alan Clore Films. In it a dotty bachelor
professor, played by Jack McGowan, finds a fantasy life when he looks through a hole
in the wall and sees, as if through one of his microscopes, the uninhibited life of a model-
girl. (Jane Birkin, one of the nymphettes from Blow-up) carrying on in the next door flat.
The film is full of George Harrison’s music, all of it strange and new, like everything that
the Beatles do.

Photos with the article show: George Harrison decorating; Pattie Harrison making a
bamboo curtain painted in all colours of the spectrum; The sitting room, “It’s not like this
anymore because we change the furniture about almost every week.” The round mural is
by Marijke and Simon of the Fool, who make clothes for the Beatles’ shop, Apple.

Pattie Boyd's "Letter from London" #1

HI THERE!
It's super to be writing my first column for 16 - my first column for ANY magazine, come
to that! I'd best start by telling you something about myself. My full name is Patricia Anne
Boyd. I am 20 and was born on a farm in Somerset, which is one of the prettiest counties
in the west of England. I don't remember anything about our farm except playing with the
animals. When I was three, the family moved to Nairobi, in East Africa. Six years later we
returned.

We're a big family, we Boyds. I'm the eldest. After me comes Colin (18), Jenny (16), Paula
(14), David (10) and Robert (8). With all those older sisters, Robert has been hopelessly
spoiled! We all look like one another, but Jenny and I favor most. She is still in school, but
hopes to be a fashion writer one day. Paula has started training for an acting career and
has already done little bits on TV.

I left home about 18 months ago to live on my own and model in London. Touch wood,
I've been busy ever since - mainly working for fashion magazines. I share a mews (that is a
little private street off a main street) cottage with a girl friend called Mary Bee. We used
to go to the same boarding school, then we teamed up again to share our first flat in
Chelsea. That was a horrid place with a pokey kitchen, and we seemed to live on hot dogs
most of the time.

Our present Ovington Mews cottage is absolutely super. We have two floors with a living
room, dining room, huge kitchen and two bedrooms - and we have a little black kitten
named "Wee-Wee". Mary and I are very much alike, I am five feet six inches tall and we
have about the same measurements, which means we can borrow each other's clothes -
and that comes in handy. We both love cooking, and when we have special guests for
dinner - like a couple of beatles! - we join forces over the meal. My speciality is veal
scallopine and Mary makes marvelous apple-crumb cake.

When we go out of an evening we usually head for one of the new clubs which have
opened to cater to the smart young set in London. Our two favorite clubs are the Crazy E
(stands for Elephant) and the Ad Lib. They're both small and cozy, the lighting is dim and
the music is DEAFENING - which is how we like it. Once in a while some poor mistaken
middle-aged couple wanders in dressed to the nines. The blink like they don't know what
hit them! As I say, our clubs are strictly for the young. What's so nice about these clubs is
that no one stares at you or wants an autograph, so quite naturally the Beatles often go
there. On a busy evening you are liable to bump into Ringo, George, John and Paul. Brian
Jones of the Stones is a regular customer, as are the Animals. When I date George, it is
usually in a foursome.

Fashions are free and easy in London. Trouser suits are very in, as are "Granny" dresses
like the one I'm wearing in the picture with the Stones. As for fads in words, "super" is
replacing "fab" and "grotty" (from grotesque) is for something - well UGGHH! I'm afraid
"gear" is going out, too. We mostly say the whole word - fabulous - for something that is
extra "super." Get it?

My fave American singers are the Supremes, Impressions, Exciters and Dionne Warwick.
I think the Animals are the most promising newcomers. More next letter. Cheerio!

-From 16 Magazine, February 1965 (published in December 1964).

Pattie Boyd’s “Letter From London” #2

HI, EVERYONE!
This is Pattie Boyd, your girl-on-the spot in London, bringing you all the latest news and
views from our side of the big pond. Since a lot of you who are kind enough to write to
me often ask what the typical Britisher thinks of American artists, Mary Bee (my roomie)
and I sat down and did a little serious thinking about talent from Stateside. I think our
answers are rather typical of the kind you'd get from an average young girl over here.
First of all, when an American and British artist record the same number we usually go for
the Ameican recording. I've heard that it's getting to be the opposite in the U.S.A.! Of
course, there are exceptions. For instance, Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders just bent
the charts with their hit version of Um Um Um etc., and that fabulous Sandie Shaw
walked away a winner with her cut of There's Always Something There To Remind Me.
On the other hand, though Dionne Warwick is one of my top-faves, I liked Cilla's version
of Anyone Who Had A Heart best!

I buy four new single records a week. If I hear something on the radio I like, I rush right
out and purchase it. Can't resist the temptation. Recently, I bought the Beach Boys singing
When I Grow Up, James Borwn's Maybe The Last Time, the Impressions doing It's All
Right and Marvin Gaye's How Sweet It Is. (Some of these recordings may sound old now,
but remember that two whole months go by between the time I write this and it gets
printed and delivered to you!) I never miss a Ray Charles or a Roy Orbison record, either.

Mary and I went to see the Newbeats when they performed here and we thought they
were terrif. Did you know that the tall, "fattish" guy is the one who sings the falsetto
(high) melody? I must admit it sounded sort of funny coming out of him! But then, most
people don't sound like they look, do they? Take Paul McCartney for example. (Good
idea!) He looks like a choirboy and sings like something else altogether! Have you heard
him doing Rock And Roll Music on the Beatles' latest LP? (sic) It fairly burns up the
track!

As far as American TV favorites go over here, I think the boys from Bonanza have the
biggest following. We get Dr. Kildare and Ben Casey, but (and I know I'll get a thousand
poison-pen letters for this) I can't quite stick either Chamberlain or Edwards. I think they
are put into silly episodes. I mean, I don't think doctors behave like that.

I understand that you have telly 24 hours a day in New York. That's simply smashing. We
get it on and off at odd hours only. You don't know how lucky you are!

Before I end, I want to thank you all for your letters. Mary helps me sort them out, and I'll
try to answer as many as I can personally and through this column. I'm just a working girl
like everyone else, and don't have a secretary, so please be patient with me. Lots of luv!

-From 16 Magazine, March 1965.

Pattie Boyd’s “Letter From London” #3

HI, DOLLIES!
Do you day-dream of becoming a famous model overnight? Do you wish a photographer
would come up to you as you walk down the street and ask you to pose for Vogue? Oh,
dear, I was the same as you once. But it just didn't happen that way. This is the true story
of how I started, told for Teri Lowney of San Francisco, Calif., and all the others who
have written asking the same questions:

I wanted to be a model, but I just didn't know how, so I called up a friend at a big
magazine. He said to come over to the office. The office was a great building in London
full of long corridors, and it didn't take little Pattie long to get lost. There I was, looking at
numbers on doors, when a stranger bumped into me.
"You a model?" he asked briefly. "Come in here. I can probably use you." Not the
romantic approach I'd hoped for! Still, I earned my first fee that way, and he ended by
giving me some good advice: "Get a good agent and go to one of the top modelling
schools."

So that's the advice that I'd pass on to all of you who dream of becomming models. Train
at a school that has proved itself - not just one of these places that give you a paper
diploma and nothing else - and don't try to sell yourself when you have qualified. Let your
agent do that.

Audrey Lubert of Chicago, Ill., wants to know my height, weight and coloring. Well, I'm
five feet seven inches tall, I weigh 105 pounds, have blue eyes and am what they call a
pink and white blonde!

Debbie Wadleigh of Indianapolis, Ind., asks how tall you have to be to become a model.
That's a difficult question, Debbie. You could model small teenage fashions and be no
more than five feet tall, but for sophisticated clothes, a girl has to be five feet six inches at
least.

Theresa Van Gilson of Silver Springs, Md., raises the old question of a model's diet. Well,
there's only one real answer. A successful model has just got to be strict with herself and
lay off all fattening foods. That means no bread, butter, spaghetti or sweets! Theresa
doesn't say so in as many words, but I guess she must be about fourteen. Watch out for
"puppy-fat spread," Theresa. Eat proper meals at regular times with lots of lean meat and
green vegetables.

Theresa also asks me to recommend good English fashion magazines. Personally I like
Queen, but I suspect it's a bit too old for you. Honey would appeal to you more. The best
fashion magazine in the world, for my money, is the French one, Elle.

So many of you, like Amber Durham of Rhode Island, ask me what England's like. What
can I say? Just come and see it for yourself! Come to England in the Spring when
everything is marvelously green. it's the greenest country in the world, I think. The charm
if England is that the scenery changes so quickly. One moment you can be in country with
pines and heather and silver birches, and the next you can be in rolling parkland. It would
be a shame to come without seeing Scotland and Ireland and Wales as well. They're much
more mountainous, but romantic in a wild sort of way.

Donna Brunner of McKees Rocks, Pa., asks: "Will you be coming to America?" You bet I
will, if I get the chance! I've been asked to go many times, but it's a question of waiting till
my commitments here let me get away.

Linda Lurger of Chrisman, Ill., wants to know all about my make-up. First of all, lets start
with my hair. It took me about a year to grow it long. I style it myself by washing it,
letting it get almost dry, and then putting rollers in the ends. It's so nice of so many of you
to say you like my eye make-up. All I do is to use a brownish-black eye-liner, and take it
out a little bit at the corners to make my eyes look bigger. I only wear eye make-up. I use
nothing on my skin, and all I ever use on my lips is a little foundation cream. No lipstick!
My favorite perfume is Jicky by Guerlain. It's got a lovely musty scent without being
sweet.

Just time for a few more answers to your questions. Diane Collier of Metairie, La., is
curious to know whether I'm going to be in the Beatles next film. No, I'm not. I haven’t
been asked, but in any case I want to be a model, not an actress. I think you know how I
feel. I don't want anyone to say: "Of course, they only put her in the film because she's
George's friend." I'd hate that.

Mary Beth Fugilino of Wilmington, Del., asks whether I'm nervous and suffer from stage
fright. No, Mary Beth, the only time I'm inclined to take fright is when I have to talk to
people outside my age group and circle of friends who won't help me to make
conversation! This is the oldest problem that we all have - making chat to strangers. But
it's not so hard, really. The great thing about getting boys interested in you is to make
them think that you're interested in them. So ask them lots of questions about their school
or college or home or hobbies, and you'll find yourself getting on like a house on fire!
What was your other question Mary Beth? Oh, yes, about my kitten "Wee-Wee." He is
pure black without any markings.

The most pointed letter I've had - it was a sweet letter too - came from Gloria Ambrose of
Wickliffe, Ohio. She said: "I meant to write you a nasty letter because you like George,
but after I thought about it, I saw that I couldn't keep you from liking George and George
from liking you-"

Well, Gloria, I like you because you like George, and I'm glad you didn't write me that
nasty letter. After all, people who do these things only make themselves unhappy in the
end, and you don't sound at all like an unhappy person. Rather a nice person, in fact!
Love to all of you and thanks for all your letters. I've had hundreds - far too many to
answer, I'm afraid, but in future columns I'll try to pick out the most popular points and
deal with them. Ta!

-From 16 Magaine, April 1965.

Pattie Boyd’s “Letter From London” #4

CHEERS!
I'm all in a tizz because I've got to rush off to Paris to do a modelling job for Elle (that's
French for she, and it's my fave mag - besides 16, of course). I want to get a few letters
looked after before I take off, and then I'll get around to the others next month. Before I
begin, here's my new address. Be sure to send all future letters to me in care of Helene
Stewart, 126 Gloucester Terrace, London, W.2, England.

Di Dixon of Detroit wants to know if I do any other modeling apart from fashion in
magazines. I surely do. I've had some nice commercials on television. If the company likes
your commercial, they keep it running and you get extra money each time it is shown. It
add adds up rather nicely, too!

Mary Lillian Conover of Brewton, Ala., wants to catch up in the latest styles for the kids
in England. You can find out lots about that on Page 88, but here is a bit of news from
me: straight, simple, smock-type dresses are the rage. I'm still wearing trouser suits,
though they are supposed to be out! All the girls are cutting their hair short - that's for
sure. I just don't know what to do about mine.

Karen Meeks of St. Albans, W. Va., wants to know about driving a car in England. You
can go for your driving test when you are 17. While you are learning, a competent driver
must be with you and your car must bear a license plate with the letter L on it - for learner.
As you know, English cars have the steering wheel on the right, and we drive on the left
side of the road.

Another very popular question I find in my mail is the one that asks how I make my eyes
look so big. Carol Castler of Cloversville, N.Y., was one of those who asked for eye
make-up tips. I put on several coats of mascara, but before I do this I draw a line in black
eyebrow pencil across my eye lids at the roots of me eyelashes. I don't curl it up at the
end, like most girls do. I extend it slightly out and downward, as that looks best on me.

A sweet letter from Carol Luluy of Rochester, N.Y., asks whether I'm going to do any
more film work. I just don't think I'm cut out to be an actress - and that is frank! I am
going to just concentrate on becoming a very good model.

Judy Zitman of Brooklyn, N.Y., wants to know if I am independent by nature. I'll say that
I am! I hate relying on others. You won't believe this, but I don't a bit mind making my
own travel arrangements and seeing to packing and things. Most girls hate finding out
what time they're due at the airport or train station, but not I.

Nancy Sambello of Philadelphia, Pa., asks if I am going to visit America. I wrote about
this last issue, but it is so important that I will repeat it. I'd just love to visit your country,
George Harrison has told me so many great things about it that I can't wait to come over.
I hope to get to meet as many of you American teenagers as I can when (and if) I get over.

Just time for one more letter now. Charleen Fourzer of Pacoima, Calif., asks if you get
individual attention at modeling school. This is one question I must answer from personal
experience, though circumstances may vary at different schools. The school I attended had
small classes, so the teacher spent time with each of us. She especially concentrated on the
girls who were shy or slow to learn, which was the right thing to do. Lots of girls think
you just have to be pretty to be a model, but it is much more important to have a feeling
for clothes and a natural gift for wearing them. Ta!


-From 16 Magazine, May 1965.

Pattie Boyd’s “Letter From London” #5

HI, EVERYONE!
I am writing this with all your letters spread out around me on the floor - and there are
hundreds of them! I have just gone through an enormous batch, and I have selected
several to answer here in 16 for you.

To Diane logan of Riverside, Calif. (whose letter is a non-stop chain of questions!):
Thanks for all the nice things you say about my face and figure. I started modeling the
same way a lot of girls start - because a photographer told me I would be good at it. I
model teenage clothes because I am best suited to them. I am five feet six inches tall,
measure 34-23-34, and my favourite color at the moment is a shade that is somewhere
between ginger and cinnamon. I got picked to play in A Hard Day's Night when my agent
sent me to the audition. It was pure luck. Yes, I do get freckles, but only if I go into the
hot sun. Jane Asher has little golden ones. She is a natural redhead.

A special thanks to Sia Liss and Sandra Lawrance who write from New York City. Sia is a
pretty name. What is it short for? No, I can't buy 16 on the newsstand in London. Worse
luck, but Gloria Stavers sends it to me by air. She also sends it to the Stones, the Beatles
and the other boys. Fancy you meeting Mike McGear in Athens, Sia. Weren't you thrilled?
He's very proud of his brother, natch, but he won't trade on Paul's name, so he calls
himself McGear (from the Liverpool expression, gear).

'Scuse me if I'm a bit late in saying this to Shelly Heber of Los Angeles, but I hope you
majored in Psychology. You sounded kind of worried in your letter. I am sure things
turned out all right, because people who do nice things for others (like reading to the blind
and tutoring underprivileged children) always seem to be rewarded in the end. Glad you
met and liked Tommy Quickly when he was out there. I loved your poem about George -
except for that line about him having a "frowning mouth." Not so, I sez!

Lots of questions from Sherry Ice of Parma, Ohio, who hates her real name, Cheryl. I like
it, but I think Sherry is cuter. We now, I certainly dig high boots, but I also like the new
shoes with those "stumpy" heels. Girls don't wear boots so much over here anymore. I
have five brothers and sisters. Colin is 18, Jenny is 16, Paula is 14, David is ten and Robert
is eight. I don't wear jewelry as a rule and I wear very pale lipstick. I like simple clothes
and smock dresses.

Marsha Hughes of Scott City, Mo., asks what chips are. They are the same as your French
fries, but are just a little bit longer. In every city here you find a fish 'n' chip shop serving
suppers late at night. They give you a bit of hot fish that has been fried in batter and a
handful of chips, all wrapped up in a piece of newspaper. You throw a dash of vinegar on
this, add some salt and eat with your fingers. It's absolutely FAB! Marsha also asks how to
make English tea. First wash the pot (it should not be metal) with hot water to heat it. Put
in a spoonful of loose tea for each person and one for the pot (very important this). When
the water in the kettle boils, take the tea pot to the kettle (not the kettle to the tea pot).
Pour the proper number of cups (approximately) that you are making into the pot and let
the pot stand for two minutes. We drink our tea with milk and sugar (it is dee-lish!), and
the milk should be put into your cup before the tea is poured.

I am rather intrigued by a letter I got from Karen French of Queens Village, N.Y. She says
she is writing a story about four girls who go out with the Beatles and will I give her some
ideas as to what we do when we have an evening out and date a Beatle. Well, Karen, the
first thing the Beatles do before they even think of leaving home for an evening out is
make sure that the place they plan to visit is quiet and discreet. It has to be somewhere
where they can eat and enjoy themselves without being disturbed in any way. Most of all,
they prefer entertaining at home. If you visited them, you'd find that they love listening to
records and eating home-cooked food.

Another word or two before I have to go. We were all surprised by Ringo's marriage, but
are delighted for him and Maureen. The Stones recently returned from Australia and Mick
was the first to get off the plane. I heard he looked sensaysh! All tanned, healthy and
handsome. Oh, dear, what about that "Rolling Stone image"? The boys are off to Sweden,
then Denmark, and then they'll be with you in America.

P.S. Sorry I said Paul sings Rock and Roll Music! Jonn does - and I gave the wrong info
to GeeGee. Forgive.

-From 16 Magazine, June 1965 (written circa February 1965 shortly after Ringo &
Maureen’s wedding.)

Pattie Boyd’s “Letter From London” #7

HI, EVERYONE!
What with all this search for a new home and Mary Bee's flat being so small and all, I've
had to part with my dear kitten "Wee-Wee". But don't grieve for him, Cathie Crane of
Wilmette, Ill., (I love the names of all your cats); Gisele Gauthier of Scarborough, Can.,
(I'm thrilled you've called your gold-beige kitten "Pattie") and Melissa Smith of
Binghampton, N.Y. - for "Wee-Wee" has struck it rich. Who do you think he lives with
now? In the country with John and Cyn Lennon!

When I told you in the May issue that I didn't know whether to cut my hair, or not be in
the new fashion of short locks, I never dreamed you would all be so horrified. Although
about half the models are now wearing their styles fairly short, I've decided to keep my
hair long. It covers my rather round cheeks so well! So all you girls, like Melinda Anne
Wisner of Gary, Ind., Marianna Heckel of Louisville, Ky, (and dozens of others) will, I'm
sure, be glad to know that my hair stays long, and if I have to wear it short for special
jobs, then I shall get one of those beautiful wigs that are in fashion.

Hair seems to be the main topic of my mail this month. I can't answer all your queries, but
at least I can tell Jay Murabito of Lewes, Del., that I think you need to try a special
shampoo. Don't worry about the split ends of your hair, Nancy Domagalski of Chicago,
Ill., but have it trimmed regularly and professionally. Brown hair like yours, Rosemary
Kildon of Rockford, Ill., can look as beautiful as any other color if it is well groomed.
Some of the top models here have just that color. Nothing but hair care and patience will
make your hair grow long, Debby Williams of Dayton, Ohio. Mine took a year to get just
right. Keep your lovely waves, Jill Richard of Berkeley, Calif.. They will soon be the envy
of your friends, for waves and curls are very much "in" at the moment. I shall very soon
write a special letter to you all on how I do my hair and perhaps show some pix in 16
Magazine that will help some of you.

I am most interested in the letters I have had from would-be dress designers. It is one of
the most fab careers for girls. The sketches you sent me, Barbara Fuller of Elmhurst, N.Y.
are really great and you show talent in design and choice of color. To study fashion
designing, Denyse Nadeau of Milbury, Mass., I think you should go to Art School for at
least two years. But I don't recommend that you come to England to start your career.
You would find it takes a barrel of money to live here, and the competition is fierce even
for British girls.

Patricia Harris of Fitchburg, Mass., wants to know if I ever buy any of the clothes I
model. Yes, but only very rarely, because they are usually too expensive or not in my
favorite color (which at the moment is white). Modeling seems to be the career most of
you want to take up when you leave school. I think I have already written a lot about this
in 16 Magazine, but you are still asking for more. Thank you, Mary Alice Dalahousse of
Norfolk, Va., for your interesting letter. We all know that French girls have a precious
"dress sense," so I am sure you will be a success as a model. When you come to England
with your family in 1967, you will be able to make a choice among the many schools for
yourself.

There is doubtless a great attraction about modeling because so many of you, from 12 to
16, are already asking what the qualifications are. My advice to Jackie Click of Vidor,
Tex., and Debbie Delven of Quincy, Ill., is that you wait until you are 17 and then, if you
still want to model, go to a modeling school.

I'd just love to model for American magazines, Eileen English of Center Moriches, N.Y.,
but so far I've worked only for the British or French. My great thrill just now is that I shall
be on the cover of British Vogue very shortly. Answering your other question, I always do
my hair and make-up myself.

When to start using make-up is always a tricky question. I must say I agree with your
mom, Debbie Caralla, of Bellaville, N.J., that 14 is a bit too young. I didn't use make-up
until I was 17, chiefly because it didn't suit me (and I think one's skin, like the rest of the
body, isn't fully developed). And don't worry about your weight. You will be fatter and
thinner again by the time you are 18!

Yours is the first letter I have ever had from a Chinese girl, Sandra Lee of San Francisco,
Calif. I certainly wish you luck and assure you that nationality has nothing to do with
modeling. In fact, one of Dior's top models in Paris is Chinese.

It would take the whole of this letter to answer all your questions, Jan Crichton of
Portland, Ore. Yes, I'm small-boned. Yes, we go surfing in Cornwall, but our sea is not as
warm as yours. I never discuss George Harrison or the Beatles with anyone. This
wonderful group likes to keep their private lives to themselves, and one would not be their
friend for long if confidences were not respected. I'm sure you will understand this.

It is very flattering to be asked if you may start a fan club for me, Jo Anne Sowinski of
Scranton, Pa., but I am afraid I must refuse. Scores of you have written me with the same
idea from all over the States, and I just couldn't accept them all and wouldn't have time to
correspond properly with you, nor could I begin to afford all the photographs you would
need. So please let me bow out with my most grateful thanks and good wishes to you all.

Every mail brings me the sweetest invitations to visit the U.S. I have also had invitations
to stay in your homes with you from almost every state. In fact, to accept them all would
mean living in America for months! I'd just love to see your French Quarter, Cathy Brown
of New Orleans, La., and thank you and your mom for inviting me to beautiful Maryland,
Maureen Dougherty of Baldwin. Beverly Addis of Bellsville, Ohio, your instructions on
how to find your home are so clear I could almost walk in at your door! Once again, thank
you all and I shall keep on hoping to cross the Atlantic one of these days.
*******************************************************

THE END - Final column of Pattie Boyd’s Letter From London.

-From 16 Magazine, August 1965. (Written circa April 1965, just before Pattie did come
to America for the first time to model for Mary Quant and Foyle & Tuffin during fashion
week in New York City - then again later in the summer for the YouthQuake fashion
tour.)

“JUNIPER”
Pattie and her sister Jenny opened their own antique stall in the Chelsea Antique Market in
late July 1968. George, John and Paul attended the opening day launch. The following
article was published in DISC August 3, 1968.


On cover of DISC: PATTIE BOYD business girl -Page 15

BEATLE WIFE PATTIE SETS UP SHOP ...

By Caroline Boucher

PATTIE BOYD, a regular customer of the Chelsea Antique Market, changed sides of
the counter last week when she opened her own stall there.

Pattie, 24, and her sister Jenny, 20, are setting out to prove that a Beatle wife can run a
business just as efficiently as a Beatle.

“George doesn’t mind at all,” Pattie told Disc as she sat wedged in her tiny kiosk, behind
the so far scant array of antiques. “Jenny and I are learning as we go along. We’ve sold
quite a few things already. We are just buying things that we like and hoping that other
people like them as well. We’ve made a few mistakes, but we’re learning.”

ART

Their tiny stall is down the quieter covered way of the market’s side entrance. “Our stuff
is mainly art nouveau,” said Pattie, “and we’re going to stick to this period at the moment
as it’s very popular.”

Other stalls - 110 altogether - cover every period of antique from different countries.

The Antique Market itself - situated in the quieter section of the King’s Road - was
converted from an old shop two years ago, and is a maze of narrow corridors, twisty
corners and creaking stairs, with stalls crammed in every available space.

One of the attractions to the market for pop stars and young people is the clothes stall,
which has been the main source of ruffled shirts, velvet trousers and jackets and caftans
for some time. Regular customers include Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithfull.

Pattie and Jenny both shop there, and so did the Beatles until they opened their own Apple
boutique.

Owner of the clothers stall, Adrian Emmerton, told Disc: “A lot of other stall holders
object to us heavily. We are able to stay here because we’ve been here since the day the
market opened. Pattie used to come in here, I know her well, and I hope her stall gets a
good reception from other people here.”

Pattie herself was horrified at the mention of hostility from other stall holders. “They’ve
all been so nice,” she said. “They’ve been very helpful. I can’t see how they could possibly
object to young people in the market - after all, they buy lots of things.”

Actress Ellen Pollack runs her stall more as a hobby than a living, as do a number of
people in the market. “I think it’s a nice idea for her to have a stall, she told us, “she’s
bought one or two things from me in the past, and she’s a perfectly charming girl.”

Did Miss Pollack object to the younger generation coming into the market to buy their
clothes? “As far as I am concerned, these are the people we like. I’ve sold Victorian rings,
jewelery and old watches to most pop groups at one time or another - Cynthia Lennon,
Mick Jagger, Lulu - they’re all charming.”

Pattie, who nearly didn’t open the stall because of all the publicity and transferred it into
Jenny’s name, just wants to dodge the limelight and start playing her role of antique
dealer.

(Note: The article included a small photo of Pattie taken in May 1968 at Heathrow
Airport when she and George were flying to the Cannes Film Festival. A second photo
was erroneously identified as Jenny Boyd, but was actually of actress Jane Birkin -also
shown at the airport bound for Cannes with the Harrison’s for the premiere of
Wonderwall in which she starred.)
*********

16 Magazine also mentioned Pattie and Jenny’s business venture in a couple of their
English News columns:

Pattie Harrison and her sister Jenny Boyd have named their booth in the London Antique
Mart “Juniper” ... (circa August 1968)

PATTIE and JENNY HARRISON (sic) closed their antique stall in London’s East End
Market. The two antique “dealers” found that getting up at five o’clock in the morning to
open it was not the best of fun! (Spring 1969)

THE OSSIE CLARK DIARIES
The following are excerpts copied from a book about one of Pattie’s favorite designers,
Ossie Clark. Pattie is mentioned over 30 times in the book, mostly short bits, but fun to
read.

The Ossie Clark Diaries by Lady Henrietta Rous (a close friend of Ossie’s), published
1998 Bloomsbury Publishing, London. The book consists of an Introduction and bio
written by the author, Ossie’s handwritten daily diary entries for 1974 to 1996 (except
1976-1978 & 1981 are missing), plus Ossie’s account of his life before he started his
diaries written in 1988 only after he knew his diaries would eventually be published. Pattie
is thanked for her help in the Acknowledgements and a small photo of Pattie is included
on the inside of the front and back covers as part of a photo collage captioned “Pattie
Boyd 1971”. In his diary entries Ossie consistantly spells Pattie’s name PATTIE with the
“E” on the end, as Pattie herself spells it. But the author, in her Forward and Introduction,
spells her name “Patti” dropping the “e” -an inconsistancy which must confuse some
readers. Ossie writes in a “stream of consciousness” form. Others mentioned in these
excerpts include: George Harrison, Jenny Boyd, Paula Boyd, Jane Asher, John Lennon,
Yoko Ono, Paul & Linda McCartney, Ringo and Maureen Starkey, Eric Clapton...
Everything is copied exactly as in the book but I have added a few (Notes:) for
clarification or (sic -) in a couple of places that I thought contained factual errors.

Excerpts from “The Ossie Clark Diaries”-

(1966) The first design Ossie and Celia worked on together was a paper dress for Molly
Parkin, editor of Nova magazine. Ahead of its time, it was an ephemeral thing, small,
simply designed, slightly fitted over the ribcage, and the beauty was in the printing. They
sold for 5 shillings - all the students wanted them. “They were done on mail order in three
sizes from home,” Celia recalls. “Jane Asher modelled in one - I remember one in
lime-green and orange with Poiret designs I had transcribed.”
(Note: Celia Birtwell- Ossie’s designer wife)

To all of those who attended Ossie’s fashion shows they were unforgettable points in their
lives. Pattie Boyd (girlfriend of George Harrison and later wife of Eric Clapton) modelled
for Ossie. She described him as wildly undisciplined, but a perfectionist in every detail,
staying up the night before a show to finish his creations and select the music that would
fit in with his dresses. “The only time I walked the catwalk was for Ossie,” she said.

1966
Beatles come to a fashion Revolution club. George Harrison made a fuss about Pattie
going braless.

1968
“Revolution Number 9.” Pattie Boyd models show at the Revolution and in the press.
“Come on, mother! We’re late,” - John Lennon with Yoko looking like a porcelain doll...
(Note: Pattie modelled at the Revolution Club in January 1968 with John and Cynthia
Lennon in attendance, not Yoko. This is probably mixed up with the August 1968 show at
the Chelsea Town Hall at which John & Yoko were photographed together.)

The most spectacular of Ossie’s early shows took place at Chelsea Town Hall in 1967 (sic,
should be 1968). It was reported on the Pathe Newsreel. Chelita Secunda recalled how
the models, including Pattie Boyd and Marianne Faithfull, “danced, sashayed and twirled
up and down the catwalk.Gala Mitchell, his favourite model, almost fell off the end.”...his
niece Margaret Clementson remembers...”I only realised how famous Uncle Ossie was
when there was a vast bunch of lilies with a card from John Lennon and Yoko Ono. It
said, ““Sorry, good luck, I hope it goes well.””
(Note: August 12, 1968)

Pattie Harrison modelled a Quorum/Radley concoction in 1969, a tunic top and pants cut
to emphasise the silhouette of her slender body. In photos Ossie is standing alongside,
almost more Twiggy-like than the skinny model herself.

Ossie’s 1970 show, appropriately called ‘Revolution’, was held in a mews behind Berkeley
Square and became immortalised in people’s memories. The rock star Jimi Hendrix was
there, and Pattie Boyd, with her ‘ankles like glass’, sailed down the catwalk in creamy
chiffon and a scarf fluttering with a design of pale blue birds.

“The Royal Court Show (25 May 1971) in Sloane Square was the most extraordinary
moment in the history of fashion,” (said Suzy Menkes)...Model Penelope Tree was there
in a see-through blouse with David Bailey in a liquorice black suit...it was 2 a.m. and the
show hadn’t begun...Suddenly Linda and Paul McCartney were smuggled in...She (Linda)
was groomed to one inch of her life and flooded with scent...There was a screen of
transparent gauze as in a pantomime, and light came out from behind the curtains; through
this you could see Ossie dressing a model. Pattie Boyd twirled in a cape-topped dress that
showed her breasts beneath...

(1971) Ossie had another memorable show at Nikki Waymouth’s house, 26 Mallord
Street, Chelsea. The opulent house, provided an ideal backdrop, with the models
descending its narrow spiral staircase. Pattie Harrison, an Ossie fan, came out of her
hermitage in Henley to model for him...

1973
Royal Court Theatre, Black Magic Show...Pattie Harrison twirling...

(1974)...In London he (Ossie) can be found at the most fashionable society parties,
night-clubbing at Tramp and attending Mick Jagger’s thirtieth birthday party. He knows
and dresses the most famous models of the day. One of his favourites is Pattie Harrison,
the wife of Beatle George Harrison, whose ‘cut glass ankles’ enthral him.

“I met Ossie in the Sixties when I was acting,” says Edina Ronay, actress and now fashion
designer. “We were part of a gang that included Manolo Blahnik and Pattie Clapton.
Ossie would always dress us up and take us out.”

Ossie’s Diary:
March 15, 1974
Making boned bodice and green lace - designing in my mind. Pattie 2 o’clock. Ravishing
beauty - fitted bodice on her. She said how secure it made her feel.

March 25, 1974
(Ossie’s 1974 show was a great success, attended by many leading names in the fashion
world and a host of stars including Britt Ekland, Ringo Starr, Paul and Linda McCartney,
Bryan Ferry, Rod Stewart and Marianne Faithfull.)- Notation by author.
THE DAY.
Uptight.
...now it’s all over so I can’t remember all of it. Pattie in a pink chiffon dress - party after
at Chris Stamp’s...Pattie sick immediately after the show...
(Note: This is the last entry referring to Pattie as a working model.)

March 31, 1974
Kew Gardens is divine. Great big magnolia trees and the true spring weather. However,
there were far too many people so we drove very fast to Henley-on-Thames to visit Mr
and Mrs Harrison - the whole day seemed very trippy, and that’s what George said to me.
We went for a walk by the lake and snorted the last - afterwards I ate a pancake, a toasted
cheese sandwich, an orange, and avocado pear and an apple...

January 8, 1987
Pattie to lunch. I greeted her in the street and we walked and bought vodka. “How is it
with Eric?” I asked. “Or shouldn’t I mention him?” “No, it’s OK, but I just can’t be
enthusiastic,” she replied. “I’ve told him I want my own flat in London.” “Darling, why
don’t you buy this house?” I said, and the idea went home.

January 22, 1987
Lunch here for Pattie.Great success.She told me a very amusing story of how Eric
proposed in America when she was accompanying him on tour. They had argued and she
had gone off in a huff to stay with a mutual friend. Eric phoned the next morning and the
friend told him she was still in bed. “When she wakes up, can you ask her to marry me in
three days in Tucson, Arizona, and if not then to forget it?” She laughed telling it and her
giggle is infectious.

1987
Despite great attempts to convince Pattie Harrison (sic - Pattie Clapton) and Paul Getty to
buy his Prudence Glynn’s house...on September 20 Ossie is forced to move out of Powis
Terrace after losing a court case...

January 22, 1988
Ben Brierly rang, told me Eric Clapton has been going to AA meetings then going home
and getting pissed.

June 24, 1988
Distracted by my forthcoming trip to Spain and only sixty quid to hand. I was considering
asking Pam for money for Pattie Boyd’s* cockfeather jacket.
Footnote: Pattie Boyd has by now divorced Eric Clapton.

August 31, 1988
Spoke to Pattie - she invited me to lunch and will help with reminiscences.What a darling
she is.

September 1, 1988
Pattie phoned me 12:20. I was bathing, having accomplished all the driving bumf.
“Listen, is it a drag? We are invited to an all girls’ lunch.” “Have you got transport?” No,
she’s banned till December. “I love your hair like that,” gushed Pat Booth. Over lunch she
talked to Pattie about a lawyer because the divorce settlement is getting tres complique
with Eric Clapton. George Harrison playing tennis with two wives. Maureen Cleave had
an affair with John Lennon.

September 23, 1988
“I hate her!” said Pattie’s niece. “There are some people you hate instinctively when you
first meet them and she’s one of them.” She is the 17-year-old daughter of Jenny Boyd and
Mick Fleetwood. Amy Fleetwood has given up trying to be a model and wants to act. She
hated Lynn Franks on sight. I took some notes...and gleaned from Pattie re her bust when
they put hash in her car and in George’s boot. It was the wedding day of Paul and Linda,
and when she saw five cars arriving in their driveway at their house in Esher, she thought
it was the party arriving, not the fuzz.

September 29, 1988
Lunch with Pattie, but I wasn’t feeling well at all...I couldn’t help but notice the effect of
age on her face. Still beautiful, her figure still stunning, her giggle so infectious. Even
irate and foot stamping “I so hate being without a telephone,” she says in exasperation.
She is less than two years younger than I. She has always been interested in beauty. Her
father remarried and in classic wicked-stepmother style, she had an expensive education,
all in boarding schools. Cherry Marshall became her agent and Dick Lester figured early
on. When she was up for the movie (A Hard Days Night) he was directing. She thought it
was for another TV commercial (having done one with him for Smith’s Crisps, and also
the dog shampoo, before that first Beatles film). She had told me long ago how she met
them, how at first she refused his offer, and a near summons from one of the fab four tried
to procure her services as a bimbo. “Tell her to come to my caravan after filming,” was the
message she received, or words to that effect.

December 10, 1994
“George Harrison, will you sign my book?” - I didn’t dare ask him if he dyes his hair. He
talked about some clinic in America, said, “You find out when you reach the top you’re at
the bottom.” “If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there.”

January 20, 1995
I’ve spoken to Pattie Boyd and done my 20 mins EG.

February 14, 1995
3-3:30 Pattie Boyd fitting. She came early. Her eyes like sapphires...

March 13, 1995
Slept bad, worried about money. I phoned Pattie after determination to finish the dress
today. She came at 6:45, still without the final payment. I was quite pissed off.

March 14, 1995
The dress goes well and is looking beautiful. Pattie came at seven with a bottle of Moet -
she doesn’t know about Eric’s birthday. Is there going to be a party on the 30th? She
spoke to him yesterday and right now he’s more concerned with catching a flight to
Antiqua.

April 1, 1995
I spoke to Pattie Clapton about photographing her in the red dress.

(Note: End of entries including Pattie. On August 7, 1996 Ossie Clark was found
murdered in his home. He had been stabbed 37 times by his partner Diego who confessed
and was later sentenced to only six years for manslaughter.)

-In 1992 Pattie’s sister, Jenny Boyd, published a book about the creative process.
Utilizing her connections to the music world she interviewed 75 musicians with probing
questions about their drives and inspirations to create. Included among them were George
Harrison, Eric Clapton, Julian Lennon, and Ringo Starr. Her siblings Pattie and Colin
Boyd contributed their photographs, along with others, personally taken of many of the
musicians. The following excerpts from the book include Jenny’s autobiography included
as background in the Introduction that deal with- her battle for sobriety and her quest of
creative expression; Jenny’s spiritual journey, which parallels with that of Pattie and
George, perhaps helping us to know them both a little better; childhood recollections
(though not directly about Pattie they expand on the little information known about her
childhood too); Boyd family references, as well as the Beatles, and Eric Clapton.

MUSICIANS IN TUNE

BY JENNY BOYD, PH.D

-Dedication page:
“I dedicate this to the Creator within each of us.
With love to my family, my husband, Ian Wallace,
and my children, Amy and Lucy Fleetwood”

-From the Introduction:
...”after having spent the past twenty years living in a world populated by musicians. I
came of age during the tumultuous sixties, a time of great social and artistic upheaval,
and along the way I developed friendships with some of the world’s most innovative
performers. Though my British family lived in Kenya, East Africa, during the first six
years of my life, we returned to London in the mid-fifties. The transition from a rural,
solitary childhood to an urban, fast-paced adolescence was difficult and left me feeling
like a stranger in a strange land. When I was sixteen my elder sister Pattie, who’d
become a poplular fashion model, was asked to play a part in the Beatles’ 1964 film,
A Hard Days Night. On the set she met George Harrison, and they began a relationship
that would eventually lead to marriage.

“As soon as I finished school I began modeling too. London was bubbling over with
excitement; innovations were occurring in every aspect of culture: art, fashion, film, and
expecially music. Being a model for trend-setting Carnaby Street designers put me right
in the middle of things. In 1965 I started going out with drummer Mick Fleetwood, who
was then performing with a band called the Bo Street Runners. Thus began an off-and-on
relationship that would last fifteen years. In the beginning however, Mick and I spent
many carefree days and nights caught up in the whirlwind of London life, going with
Pattie and George to exclusive nightclubs, and socializing with other musicians.

“Through all the gaiety, though, I felt a profound yearning within myself. By 1966 I began
experimenting with marijuana and acid. Like many in my generation, I used drugs as
navigational instruments on an inner odyssey to spiritual enlighenment. One momentous
day I experienced an astonishing realization, which I can now identify as a spiritual
awakening. The traditional Christian beliefs I had been taught as a child crumbled as I
suddenly recognized that there was no God above or hell below. God was everywhere,
inside each one of us. I saw everything as a circle: life, death, and rebirth, or reincarnation.
The circle also represented the spiraling journey of the spirit, reaching toward a state of
union with God. It was as if a veil had been lifted to show me something I had somehow
known all along. It was my first truly intuitive moment and would one day infuence my
own creativity.

“When I discussed these revelations with Pattie and George - my closest confidants - they
disclosed similar realizations. George had begun to incorporate his spiritual ideas into his
music, and I longed for a way to reflect my own. I gave up modeling, which I now
considered a waste of time, and spent my days reading relevant works on Eastern
philosophy.

“Continuing my quest, I moved in 1967 to San Francisco and for six months immersed
myself in the psychedelic sounds and sights of Haight-Ashbury. At times I felt incredibly
frustrated. All around me creative juices were flowing, represented visually and aurally in
works of art and music. The overall message was ‘express yourself,’ and no one seemed
to care what the outcome was. My problem was I didn’t know how to express myself.
Terribly shy since my earliest childhood, I could barely articulate my ideas verbally, much
less any other way. There were very few people I could talk to at ease, so I wrote poem
after poem, lamenting my uselessness as a noncreative person.

“Upon my return to England in 1968 George invited me to accompany him and Pattie,
along with the Beatles, to India, where we would study transcendental meditation with
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, an Indian guru who’d begun teaching Westerners his form of
Eastern meditation. Our two months at Maharishi’s ashram in Rishikesh changed my life,
and much of the Beatles’ White Album reflected our time there. Although we became
disillusioned with Maharishi himself, his meditation techniques opened many doors for me.
Drugs had taken me only so far, and the journey wasn’t always beneficial. My sojourn in
India helped me to realize that answers could come only from within and that there were
other ways of connecting to one’s inner life.

“Before going back to England, George, Pattie, and I joined sitar master Ravi Shankar on
a tour of South India...

“Not long after our return to London, I renewed my relationship with Mick Fleetwood,
who had been recording and touring successfully with his group Fleetwood Mac, at that
time one of England’s major blues bands. We eventually began living together, and I spent
much of my time with the members of the band. ...I traveled with Fleetwood Mac for part
of their 1970 American tour...

“Mick and I were married while the entire band was living in a large country home called
Kiln House. The band toured constantly and managed to survive a virtual revolving door
of musicians. Though we all continued to live together, I was still very introverted and
shy, not fitting in with Fleetwood Mac’s frenetic rock-and-roll life-style. After many ups
and downs and the births of our two daughters, Amy and Lucy, Mick and I moved with
the rest of the band to Los Angeles in 1974. There, my spiritual search, which had been
eclipsed by motherhood, was rekindled after I began taking classes in various metaphysical
studies...

“I first met Julian Lennon when he was a little boy. Twenty-odd years later, we got
together again for an interview. I was curious to find out how his creativeness had been
affected by having such an artistic but frequently absent father. Julian, who is now a
songwriter and singer, told me he’d been encouraged by his father, John, and his mother,
Cynthia: ‘At eleven I got my first guitar from Dad after I told him that I used to play an
acoustic at school. The gym teacher had been teaching us how to play guitar when there
was a break between lessons, and he had spare guitars. Mum never pushed me in either
direction, but I started to have great interest in playing piano all of a sudden. When I was
around fourteen or fifteen she bought me a piano for my birthday, and I stuck with it ever
since. She didn’t push me in that direction but helped me along with it.’”

Excerpts from the chapter- The Drive To Create

“When I was first introduced to Mick Fleetwood, we were both fifteen, and though I was
still a schoolgirl, he had already left his home in Salisbury, in Southwest England, to make
his way all alone in London. ...I remember when I first met Mick Fleetwood, he was
extremely shy and found it difficult to carry on a conversation. He used to telephone me,
say hello, then put down the phone receiver next to his drum kit, which he would then
begin to play, while I listened for the next forty-five minutes. Mick exemplified how
artists who discover themselves through their creativeness can more easily communicate
their essence via their art form.

“Julian Lennon told me he spent much time playing music as a child. Perhaps part of his
need to express himself stemmed from his circumstances: The son of a Beatle, he was
considered a curiosity by his schoolmates. Julian recalled the impact this made on his life:
‘I had a mad childhood, because having a famous father meant having fans outside your
gate every morning before you walked to school. There would be hundreds of them. A
lot of Americans used to stand outside and give me presents. After coming home from
school, there would be a new toy every day. It was exciting.

‘But when I got older and was in school, I suddenly realized people were acting differently
toward me. I couldn’t understand the reason why at first - then it dawned on me. A lot of
aggresion toward me was built on rumors started by one person. Just one of them was
“Julian has ten and twenty pound notes stuck on his wall to impress people when walk in.”
That gets around a town and everybody looks at you like you’re ... you know. It was
either because Dad was famous or maybe you could get something from me or from
being associated with me. It was very bizarre. I started getting interested in playing music
about then, when I was nine or ten.’

-Excerpt from the chapter- The Collective Unconscious

“Whatever it is that artists are tapping into, though, they are often unaware of it
representing anything larger that their own self-expression. George Harrison told me that
he found the Beatles’ huge influence on society quite baffling at the time: ‘I thought it was
pretty strange why we made the enormous impact that we did - or have still. It’s strange
how the chemistry between the four of us made this big thing that went right through the
world. There wasn’t any country in the world, even the most obscure places, that didn’t
know about the Beatles - from grandparents to babies. It just blanketed everything, and
that amazed me more than anything. We always felt that if we could get a record contract,
we’d be successful. But our tiny little concept of success that we had at the time was
nothing compared to what happened. It was just enormous. It does make one think
there’s more to this than meets the eye.’

“Ringo Starr concurred: ‘I don’t think we were actually there thinking we were tapping
into this great God-given consciousness for everybody. I don’t know if you think like that
when you’re a teenager or in your early twenties. You’re just playing the best you can.’”

-Excerpt from the chapter- The Peak Experience

“There are times is life when one experiences moments of euphoria, moments when
everything comes together, when all the fragmented parts of our being are fused into one.
Many describe this experience as magical. It is a heightened state of awareness, and over
the years has been given many names: inspiration, intuition, and more recently peak
experience...

“I can identify with Maslow’s description of the peak experience, through having had my
own spiritual awakening at the age of eighteen. During that flash of intuition, I felt calm
and centered but at the same time tremendously excited and filled with energy. With a
tingling sensation rippling through my body, everything appeared crystal clear. My
realization of life’s being like a circle broke through in opposition to my childhood beliefs.
I felt like a channel to a deeper part of myself, as it I were watching myself from above. I
also experienced a feeling of unity with the universe, or existence itself. My search for
enlightenment began. I was now on a path from which I would often swerve but never
leave.

After this experience I longed for that same intensity again. I looked for and found it to a
much lesser degree in a couple of expressions. Sometimes I could sense that feeling of
oneness, as if there were no physical boundaries of separation, while talking to a very
few people about anything to do with spiritual realizations. My sister Pattie and I, for
example, were definitely on the same wavelength. During the sixties, searching for
awareness and self-knowledge, we would often get into that higher consciousness, where
we wouldn’t have to finish our sentences - we just know what the other was thinking.
The communication was on a different level. It felt euphoric. Other times, I’ve
experienced this feeling while writing, either poetry or just finding words to express a
deeper part of myself with which I was trying to get in touch. During these times words
seem to spring from nowhere and brought with them vibrance and clarity.

“Without a doubt there was a chemistry between George, John, Paul, and Ringo, which
resulted in the Beatles’ experiencing many peaks. According to Ringo: ‘It feels like
magic. Everybody who is playing at that time knows where everybody’s going. We all
feel like one; wherever you go, everyone feels that’s where we should go. I would know
if Paul was going to do something, or if George was going to raise it up a bit, or John
would double, or we’d bring it down. I usually play with my eyes closed, so you would
know when things like that were happening, but it took a lot of years of playing together
till it got to that.

‘First of all you’ve got to get to trust each other, just trust each other in life - never mind
as musicians - then you trust each other as players. There’s really no words for the
emotion you feel with it. You can play for hours and it’s not working, so you have the
downer. But when it works, when it clicks, there’s really nothing like it I’ve ever
experienced in my life.’

“Ringo Starr distinguished between those performances in which the band and audience
connect and those where there is no unity: ‘When you’re on tour - and it doesn’t happen
all the time - sometimes you and the audience connect, just connect. Some nights, besides
us (in the band) being connected - and we weren’t connected every night either - we’d
just go on there and do the numbers, and we’d be the only ones who’d know if it had
been good or not, but we’d still get the same applause. Sometimes, though, you would
feel this presence together with the audience and the band, which was just such a
mindblower. It felt better than the other gigs. You felt some sort of connection, where
there was a whole wave of five or ten thousand people coming at you; you felt that you
and audience were actually one.

At (the Beatles’ concert at) Shea Stadium there was no contact. We just happened to
be playing; they were screaming, dancing, doing whatever they did, which they did in all
the other places. So we didn’t get it every night, but when you did, just felt so ecstatic.
That’s what made me realize why all musicians keep playing.’”

-Excerpt from the chapter- The Creative Potential

“After many years of my own search for self-expression, I have finally come to realize
my own creativeness. There are certain ways of expressing myself, such as writing, that
have come easily to me. Since acknowledging this ability, I have become very grateful
for it. Previously my frustration lay in the fact that I was looking too hard inwardly for
some dynamic gift, especially since I was surrounded by so many gifted musicians. Even
in my twenties I was still grappling with piano lessons.... I love to write and never used to
think of it as being creative; I thought everyone could do it. I know differently now. My
youngest brother Boo (Robert Gaymer-Jones), who has been a very creative chef for
many years, told me recently he finds it impossible to even write a letter. He has a real
horror of putting anything in writing, as if once written it will be there forever. The
thought scrares him to the point of atrophy! Although I find it the easiest way of
expressing myself, I don’t think I’m a particularly good writer academically, and my
spelling is atrocious. But what counts for me is the wonderful sense of achievement and at
times euphoria I experience when I have managed to put into works the very essence of
what I am feeling. Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m feeling until I actually put pen
to paper.”

-Excerpts from the final chapter- CONCLUSION - Full Circle

“In describing the creative lives of musicians, I have also told the story of finding my own
creativity, a search that began many years ago and continues today. Although I often
stumbled and fell dangerously close to the edge, I never abandoned the path...

“It is up to those of us who are not musicians to find our own individual talents and,
therefore, to find peace and feeling of wholeness within ourselves. I truly hope the
answers to which I have been led by so many wonderful musicians will give direction
to others on the path to self-expression.”

-Excerpt from the- Acknowledgements

“There are so many people I wish to thank for their help, support, and encouragement.
First and foremost, I give my heartfelt thanks and appreciation to all the musicians who
agreed to be part of this project... I would like to give a special thanks to all the
photographers who have generously given photographs to be included in this book:
Colin Boyd, Pattie Boyd... etc... Lastly, but by no means least, I give love and thanks
to my family: my mother Diana Drysdale, who allowed Holly (co-author) and me to
carpet her sitting rooms with pages and pages of transcripts, while we worked on
putting it all together; my sister Pattie, for her tremendous help throughout this project
and the fun we have together; my brother Colin, and his wife Debbie, for their love and
encouragement; and the same from my sister Paula and brothers, David and Boo....
Especially I want to thank my husband, Ian Wallace, through whose love and support
I felt safe enough to get in touch with who I am, enabling me to find my own creative
spirit. I thank him for his strength and humor when it was most needed. Deep
appreciation to my daughters, Amy and Lucy Fleetwood, for their love, help, and all
their sweet words of encouragement. I an endebted to all three for putting up with a
wife and mother whose nose has been permanently pressed up against a word processor
screen, who left the homestead to travel to other lands with a tape recorder, and who
bored the pants off them by continually using such words as creativity and peak
experience. I am grateful for their unending tolerance and for their welcoming cups of
tea.”

Jenny Boyd

MARY FRAMPTON AND FRIENDS ROCK AND ROLL RECIPES

By MARY FRAMPTON

-Excerpts about Pattie and Eric Clapton, plus George Harrison, and Ringo Starr from
Mary Frampton’s book, published 1980. Mary was married to Peter Frampton from 1972
to 1976.

PATTIE CLAPTON

Pattie Clapton has an indiscernible magic. She is extremery beautiful and possesses the
longest legs I have ever seen. But much more that physical beauty, Pattie possesses a
grace and dignity that come from within.

I met Pattie when she and George Harrison were still together and had just moved into
“Crackerbox Palace,” Friar Park. Like so many other people in the music world, their
relationship ended and they went their separate ways, each finding a new partner. Pattie
and the wonderful Eric Clapton have been together for many years now. Eric insists that
he first met me on a greenline bus going to Richmond when we were both in art school.
He could be right but unfortunately I have no recollection of the historic event.

I wish that I could see more of these two people but we always seem to be in different
parts of the world. I saw them in Los Angeles where Eric gave one of the most memorable
concerts I’ve ever attended. He was brilliant, a standard that he has maintained all his
years. No matter how many guitarists try to imitate his style, there is no doubt that Eric
Clapton is the master.

Now Eric and Pattie are back home in the mother country, despite the tax situation. While
they were away they lived on Paradise Island in the Bahamas - hence the name of Pattie’s
recipe. She was happy there, although she did resent “having her brain fried,” as she put
it, during the summer. They had many visitors, including Ronnie and Krissie Wood, who
stayed with them for several months, and Gay and Frank Carillo dropped in while
honeymooning in Nassau.

Eventually, however, their homesickness got the better of them and they decided to
weather England’s unfriendly home policy. I have a feeling Eric misses his “pinta” - there’s
nothing like an English pub and a pint with the lads.

Pattie is a great cook and loves to experiment, often creating new dishes. For many years
she was a vegetarian but now she eats fish and fowl and sometimes a little red meat. I
remember a delicious salad dressing she made with tahini (sesame seed cream) and plain
yogurt; as well as her monumental casseroles with any ingredients that happened to be at
hand. Those one-dish meals always turned out to be marvelous. The following recipe for
Paradise Chews began as an experiment but I think you will agree once you try it that they
turned out to be a triumph.

PATTIE’S PARADISE CHEWS

Ingredients (First Layer)

1/4 pound softened butter or margarine
1 cup flour
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
1 teaspoon salt

Method

Mix the ingredients and press into the bottom of a greased 8-inch baking pan. Bake at
375 degrees for 12-15 minutes. Remove from oven and lower temperature to 275 degrees.