BTW, what exactly is British culture? It’s a constantly changing phenomenon and The Beatles distilled one specific moment in time.
Just over a hundred years ago Irish were still considered non-white, explorer Henry Morton Stanley (real name Rowlands) lived in fear that despite his international fame he’ll be outed as Welsh and “having Celtic blood” the equivalent of “inner city”.
Just look at these non-white immigrant criminals living on entitlements at the expense of decent, hard working white folks.
My Beatles anecdote…
I have been a Beatles fan since the very beginning of life. When I was 3 I already knew how to operate the record player (It was actually automatic, you just put the record on the peg and hit play and it would play). It sat on the floor because we didn’t have much furniture at the time. At the time we have the ‘Red’ and ‘Blue’ greatest hit’s albums. It was my daily ritual to start with the first ‘Red’ record and work my way through to the end of the blue. I put it on, put my head on my little pillow, suck my milk and listen to the Beatles. I did this for years. People talk about “wearing out” albums, but I actually did it. The records sound like shit now because I wore the grooves smooth. Clearly, I have them on CD now, but nothing beats a vinyl record.
I must have been an easy kid. For at least 2 hours my mother didn’t have to deal with me, she knew where I was and what I was doing and didn’t have to intervene on anything.
I started early. I am not a Beatles fan. The Beatles are intrinsically woven into the fabric of my existence.
After all this time, I still love listening to their music. I don’t know what they had, but it was absolutely magical to me. They aren’t the best musicians technically speaking, but I think they are the best song writers of all time.
Anyway, that’s my Beatles story, now back to your regularly scheduled programming.