First of all in reading this letter you should remember that I didn�t graduate from secondary school and am therefor lacking literary skills like yours. Paul said I should write that because it sounded smart and educated like. What d�you think? Did it sound smart? I thought it did. Right, he�s buggered off so I can really tell you something now.
It�s not like we�ll never see each other again, you know. I mean, you go for nine months of the year at that bloody boarding school and it doesn�t really mean anything when you get back. I just miss you like crazy. I feel like this is different though, and I know you�ve heard me go on and on about how bloody wonderful all this is and we�re going to be a top band and all that. Well, it�s only true.
I feel pretty daft writing this because I know I�ll be back, I just don�t know when and I know you�ll be done with school. But that�s the thing. Then what?
Not like I�m having doubts about the Silver Beatles musical abilities, and I�m sure you�ll find some great bloke and make him very happy. I dunno, just I feel that something�s gonna happen.
I know you said you couldn�t be paid to come to Hamburg after what Lacy told you when she went there with Rory Storm. You should come though. We�ll all miss you, even though we still aren�t leaving for a week yet. I bet we could make you something official-like for us and that way when we�re famous we can go all around and take you with us. Like, Official bed inspector or something naff like that. Oh Christ, Macca�s back. He says you can be the official inspector of his erm� dirty bits if you will. Yes ok, I�ve hit him for you.
See what I do for you Gab? I hit the rhythm guitarist just to save you the trouble. Besides I know you wouldn�t touch his dirty bits with a ten foot pole, let alone go near them at all.
Just humor me Gab.
Right, but that�s not what I wanted to say. You should come to visit us in Hamburg. Although, right now won�t work, out for any of us seen as you�re going back to the bloody school and we have no idea how long we�ll be in Hamburg. Come visit me. I�m telling you right now, I�ll be driven mad by the third week in the company of only Lennon and McCartney.
I love you, I�m sure I�ll miss you, so come to see me so I don�t go mad
George
Ps: Don�t bother with writing anything back we have no address.