Beatles' last performance was historic but the Fab Four were badly out of tune
LUNCHTIME, Thursday January 30, 1969. The stately calm of Savile Row, long famed for distinguished tailoring and softly spoken service, has been invaded by the raucous sound of electric guitars, pounding drums and belting rock'n'roll singing. The owners of Number Three, a fine five-storey building, are making a din. The sound of neighbours' tut-tutting is loud but not as loud as the music
On the pavement below there's a growing and motley crowd, many of whom normally have no reason to come here.
To general amazement and with no warning whatsoever The Beatles - THE BEATLES! - are playing on the roof.
They can't be seen by the hundreds of eyes peering upwards from the street, but windows with a view are full of faces and people with access to neighbouring roofs are scurrying up, among them a man well into middle age in overcoat and trilby, smoking a pipe.
It's a cold day and the band are well wrapped up - Ringo in his wife Maureen's shiny orange mac, George and John in fur coats.
Source: DAVID ROBSON/express.co.uk
