The return of the Open Championship to Royal Liverpool has me recalling the day I booked the Fab Four—out of sheer desperation—for a 10-minute gig at a rate of 500 pounds,
and how singularly unimpressed I was
The return of the Open Championship to Royal Liverpool has me recalling the day I booked the Fab Four—out of sheer desperation—for a 10-minute gig at a rate of 500 pounds,
and how singularly unimpressed I was