He lunges at me, pushing me against the wall of the elevator. Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his hips. Holy shit.
"When The Beatles were depressed, thinking, the group is going nowhere, and this is a shitty deal, and we’re in a shitty dressing room…I’d say, 'Where are we going, fellas?' They’d go, 'To the top, Johnny!' And I’d say, 'Where's that, fellas?' and they’d say, 'To the toppermost of the poppermost!' and I’d say, 'Right!' Then we’d all cheer up.” - John Lennon