That incident ruined my reputation for 10 years. Get one Beatle drunk and look what happens!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In 1986, I was attacked in the street as I helped Neil Mullarkey from the Comedy Store Players to put up posters. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time - midnight - and we were English. I got kicked in the head.
I've had to recover not only from a single well-publicized incident, but several years of press aftermath.
I have much to say why my reputation should be rescued from the load of false accusation and calumny which has been heaped upon it.
I know he was definitely beaten by her. I saw it many times. But we had a different way of dealing with her. He'd let her have more and more booze until she passed out.
I never got beaten up, because I was a wisecracking jokester. I could make a bully laugh before he delivered a punch.
A reputation takes years and years and years to build, and it takes one press of a button to ruin it. Don't let that happen to you. You've done so much work; you've put in so much effort. Don't let one moment ruin your entire life because you wanted to be funny or you were mad or because you had a mood.
Of course, once you've been a Beatle, you're never really out of it. People always want to know what you're up to, and if you don't immediately tell 'em, that's when they start making stuff up.
I have apologised to the police.
Forget like a child any injury done by somebody immediately. Never keep it in the heart. It kindles hatred.
You don't have the judgment after you've had the drink. If something truly catastrophic had happened that evening, I don't know how I could have lived with myself. I feel like I've gotten a second chance.