This week in The Beatles Magazine, Bitsy Carlisle covered our annual holiday bash on Monday night. Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithfull showed up. Julie Christie and Terrence Stamp stopped by. George and Ringo dropped in for a drink. And our own Lucien Ashcroft-Hemmings caused quite a stir.
In the August 27, 1965 cover story of The Beatles Magazine, Lara Prendergast gains exclusive access to an LSD tea party hosted by the Beatles at Zsa Zsa Gabor's fabled Hollywood Hiils hideaway. Guests include David Crosby, Roger McGuinn, Peter Fonda and our intrepid reporter. Hijinks ensue!
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It’s reassuring to realize I could comfortably fit 12 cage-free hens in my New York City apartment.
Why are red peppers more expensive than green peppers? Also, why do I care?
Juansanity!
I've always loved Trader Joe's pistachio nuts, but not a fan of their bags of unshelled pistachios called "nutmeats." Come on, Joe. You're better than that.
There needs to be a fundamental re-think of the side salad. It's losing the battle with the fries.
I could have had class. I could have been a contender. I could have been somebody. Instead of a Blum, which is what I am, let's face it.
Just flew in from the coast and boy, are my jokes tired.
I just can't get the words "Rusty Sabich" out of my head.
I hope Charli XCX is bracing herself for the inevitable Kamala Harris documentary about her enduring trauma over this.
Someone who has been briefed on my thinking but who declines to be named is pretty sure I’m about to take her out for her morning poop.
The original Brat Pack. Spring, 1981.
This has been a Mark Goodson/Bill Todman production.
In June of 1985, I published "Hollywood's Brat Pack" on the cover of New York Magazine. Almost four decades later, I stand by my story. www.vulture.com/article/holl...
I used to tell my kids that when the ice cream truck played that music, it meant they were out of ice cream. It worked!
Seems to me long covid is bad enough without the added burden of congestion pricing.
I am today announcing a re-organization of my spice shelf. Cumin and paprika are leaving to spend more time with their families.
Listening to a @spotify.com playlist and realizing I am old enough to remember listening to "Leaving on a Jet Plane" and thinking, wow, yeah, that speaks to me
Why hasn't someone launched a chain of marijuana dispensaries called Duane Weed?
If I were living under a rock, I think I'd have more serious problems than not hearing about Taylor Swift's new boyfriend.
This is distressing. I’ve just been diagnosed with the opposite of Imposter’s Syndrome.
I wonder how the tea industry feels about its new meaning as “negative information you want to know about somebody else”
Let’s go #KNICKS (h/t Ben Stiller)
There were things about “Ferrari” I liked, but overall way too much Mannsplaining
Kudos to Maison Pickle on NYC’s Upper West Side for this ingenious new approach to outdoor dining.
In other news, here’s the president posing with Gannett’s new White House correspondent.
