Good Ol' Freda Page #3
a song for me or something,
I was in love with Paul that day,
I fancied him that day,
but then the following day,
if Ritchie asked me how me dogs were
(because he knew I
had Yorkshire Terriers,
he'd say "Oh,
how are the dogs?")
I'd think "Oh,
yeah, I fancy Ritchie,"
and then I think, if George offered me
a lift home from work,
I'd be in love
with George that day,
and I'd think "Yeah, yeah,
I definitely fancy George. "
But then if John came in
and started talking about various things,
I'd think "I like his nose,
I like the Roman nose,"
but it would only
be for a day or two.
Did you go out
with any of them?
No.
Pass.
No stories there?
Oh, there is stories,
but I don't want anybody's hair
falling out or turning curly.
That's personal.
It was the end
of a working day,
and Eppy just
came in and said,
"Come on Freda,
put your coat on,
I'm going to
take you somewhere. "
I had no idea where.
And next minute we
were at The Empire,
and then next minute
we were in the box,
I'd never been in the box of The Empire.
It was this one on the left.
He'd managed to
get The Beatles
a spot on
the Little Richard show,
and I think somebody
was sick or something
and he'd managed
to get them on.
And I remember
sitting in the box,
it was just Eppy and I,
and I was to the left,
and then I looked
down on the stage
and the whole theatre and the stage
were in darkness,
except for this light
shining on Paul's face,
and he was singing
A Taste of Honey.
I don't cry,
but my eyes sort of filled up
and I just couldn't believe
that The Beatles were on The Empire,
the biggest
theatre in Liverpool,
and I thought
"This is it. They've made it.
They're going to
be famous one day. "
The Beatles' first hit, as far as I'm
concerned, was Love Me Do, I mean,
I was one of
the ones that bought it,
and I didn't have
a record player,
and there was
loads of girls like me
that didn't have
record players,
but we bought it
just to boost the sales.
You didn't have
pop stations then,
but we had one station
called Radio Luxembourg,
and they used
to do the charts,
and I remember
staying up late,
sitting by the radio,
holding the knob,
trying to keep it on
the same wavelength,
and waiting to hear
The Beatles' record.
And when it got to 17,
that was amazing.
I know it only stayed the week,
I think, but it didn't matter.
They were in the charts.
I was working for Brian Epstein,
doing a normal day-job,
but I also had to do
the fan club overnight.
Silly me, I gave out my home address
as the fan club address.
The postman
knocked on the door
and he said to me,
"Who gave this address out?
You've got 200 letters here. "
And I said, "Sorry,
won't do it again time. "
Little did he know,
within the next
few months The Beatles
became more famous,
and instead of just 200 letters,
they were coming in bundles,
and those bundles came in sacks,
so the van rolled up.
My father wasn't keen
on The Beatles anyway,
and his own
personal mail, you know,
your telephone bill,
electricity bill,
your gas bill,
all in the fan mail.
So he just
looked at me and said,
"You've got to
put a stop to this.
What possessed you to give
our home address out?"
I didn't think at the time.
My mother has never
played the fame game.
If she had, things would be
completely different now,
and she might not be working
six days a week
9 'til 5 o'clock at night,
very stressed,
when other people have retired,
and she hasn't got that joy.
These are all
Christmas decorations.
Oh, success.
I kept a couple of scrapbooks
with theatre tickets in,
and newspaper cuttings in.
A few fan club letters.
Yeah, they're old.
I think it's records,
and, oh, me scrapbook.
Yeah. Cuttings book.
I mean I have a lot of these.
I don't know.
Forty years since
Rachel was born.
I could have been
a very very wealthy woman,
could be a millionairess
if I'd have kept everything.
I had loads of autographs,
photographs,
all the fan club stuff,
Apple stuff, fan club records,
but over a period of time,
I gave it all away.
But I don't regret that,
because I know when I gave
the majority of the stuff away,
I gave it in 1974,
and I actually handed the stuff
to Beatle fans myself,
so I knew the Beatle fans got
all the fan club stuff that was left.
I've got these
four boxes anyway.
I didn't even
think I had four boxes.
As I'm flicking through,
there are so many memories
coming back to me.
I'll just pick something up,
and I'll remember that day.
Oh, this is George
Harrison's real hair.
A few months after Love Me Do,
the lads had their first number one hit,
which was Please Please Me.
We were gradually
getting letters,
from 50 a day,
200 a day, to my home,
and then it worked up
to about 800 a day,
and then eventually
we didn't even count them,
we just threw
the mail in the corner.
I would put loads of photographs
in front of them,
and they would go in to Eppy,
and they would take the photographs
in with them,
and while they
were talking to Eppy,
they were all signing.
But they never complained
about signing things,
never ever.
I think it was
because it was early days
and they were all
excited by it all,
so nothing was a problem.
Out of all The Beatles,
I'd say George
was the best one
for signing things.
He would come in and he'd go,
"Do you want me
to sign anything?
What have you got
in your cupboard?"
The Beatles called
him Eppy, we all did,
but to his face, he asked us
to call him Mr. Brian in the office.
He was the boss
so it was Mister.
He had an aura about him.
I know he was
probably only 27 then,
but he was old. Ten years was
a big difference in those days,
where I'm 17, he's 27.
He came from a well-off family
and he had nice clothes
and spoke with a posh accent,
so you had respect for him.
He threw a few
tantrums in the office,
and you just
kept out of his way.
Well, I did.
Probably that's why
I lasted ten years.
Some people didn't,
or retaliated,
and they were
sacked on the spot.
He was the boss, and he
was the boss.
Brian Epstein was notorious for
his dreadful tantrums.
He would hire and re-fire
his top executives
at the drop of a hat.
Freda was sort of immune,
if you like,
to the temper tantrums.
She was never hurt by them.
We had a new dictaphone,
and he gave me this tape to do
while he was out,
and I'd done about two letters
and the tape got stuck.
So Neil Aspinall
came in and I said,
"Oh God, I've got this tape and
I've got it stuck,
and there's
a load of work on it. "
We pressed two things, and we
erased all the work.
He came in the office,
and I just saw John at the back of him,
and he went to
hang up the coat,
and he said,
"Have you finished the tape?"
and I just said "No.
I'm sorry, no.
I've wiped it by mistake. "
He just looked at me, and then
shouted "You stupid girl!"
and John Lennon saved the day,
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