Skegness Ashtray

Bus* incoming!

There's not many better feelings than putting on a jacket you've not worn in a while and finding a tenner in one of the pockets. Though I do have one: discovering a new Beatles photograph I've not seen before. Here's one such image was made public for the first time only a few days ago. It's from the Abbey Road photoshoot which, unless you've just been beamed up from another planet (or, indeed, the set of 'Yesterday') is probably the most iconic album sleeve ever - certainly the most recreated and copied. Just in case you don't know what the VW Beetle was doing there, or who the guy next to the police van was, you could do a lot worse than taking a look at the most exhaustive back story about that famous day in August 1969 when photographer Ian Macmillan took his memorable snaps.

Back to this new photograph. It was taken by Linda McCartney, who must have been standing practically next to Macmillan as he looked down from atop his stepladders. Apparently no photo exists of either Macmillan from his unique vantage point or, indeed, the police officer who was on hand to stop the traffic whilst the Fabs traversed the crossing. Imagine if such an image was to turn up; an elderly St. John's Wood resident passes and during a house clearance they stumble upon a shoebox with a load of Kodak slides in it. It would surely make the Holy Grail look like a Skegness ashtray.

* I wonder who was driving that bus?

Turns out

Just a chick with a camera

Bill Bailey's skit on the Stupidity of Celebrities acts as a perfect guide to both the correct and incorrect use of the phrase 'turns out'. Since time immemorial, it transpires, whenever Bailey has sausages he's been pricking them first: turns out, he says, you're not meant to prick them at all. Sausages are best un-pricked. The wasted years, as Bailey calls them. So, a valid use of turns out.

Non-celebrity Chantelle, on the other hand, was for a long time under the illusion that the sun and the moon were the same thing. However, she later confessed, turns out they're not. Watch the clip below for a full on onslaught aimed at this most cretinous of proclamations.

I, on the other hand, learned only today that the perceived wisdom linking Linda McCartney (née Eastman), the keyboard player with Wings, to George Eastman, aka Mr. Kodak, is just that: she was just a chick with a camera - turns out they're not related at all. They'll be telling us next that Michael Nesmith's mother had nothing to do with Tippex. Maybe it really is best living in ignorance.