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(Source: outtatheskies)

George Martin would walk into the control room every day with several newspapers and a great big bar of Cadbury’s chocolate for the three of us. Food was always very proprietary among the Beatles. Mal would get everybody his own thing, and there was no sharing, no eating family-style; no one was allowed to try anyone else’s food. That principle applied to us, too—we knew never to help ourselves to any snacks they had laid out in the studio. Butin their minds, the reverse was not true: anything they found in the control room was fair game as far as the Beatles were concerned. So whenever they’d head upstairs for a playback, George Martin would snatch the Cadbury’s chocolate bar off the console and hide it underneath.

One afternoon we were working through lunch, as usual, and John Kurlander was sitting at the back of the control room, holding a bag of crisps(potato chips) in one hand and rewinding the tape with the other. He was still fairly new to Beatles sessions and so he kept munching away even as the Beatles began walking up the stairs toward us. But George Martin knew that they’d grab any food in sight, so just as the door was about to open, he yelled, at the top of his lungs, “Quick, hide the crisps!” Kurlander was so surprised, he nearly jumped to the ceiling…but he managed to instinctively pull the bag away just as Lennon started to grab at it.

That odd attitude toward food actually triggered one of the strangest altercations I was to witness during the otherwise generally placid Abbey Road sessions. We were working on the backing track to “The End”—the song designed to conclude the album’s long medley—when the four Beatles trooped upstairs to listen to some playbacks. Yoko stayed behind, stretched out languorously in the bed, wearing the usual flimsy nightgown and tiara.

As we were listening, I noticed that something down in the studio had caught George Harrison’s attention. After a moment or two he began staring bug-eyed out the control room window. Curious, I looked over his shoulder. Yoko had gotten out of bed and was slowly padding across the studio floor,finally coming to a stop at Harrison’s Leslie cabinet, which had a packet of McVitie’s Digestive Biscuits on top. Idly, she began opening the packet and delicately removed a single biscuit. Just as the morsel reached her mouth, Harrison could contain himself no longer.

“THAT BITCH!!!”

Everyone looked aghast, but we all knew exactly who he was talking about.

“She’s just taken one of my biscuits!” Harrison explained. He wasn’t the least bit sheepish, either. As far as he was concerned, those biscuits were his property, and no one was allowed to go near them. Lennon began shouting back at him, but there was little he could say to defend his wife (who,oblivious, was happily munching away in the studio), because he shared exactly the same attitude toward food.

Actually, I think the argument was not so much about the biscuits, but about the bed, which they had all come to deeply resent. What Harrison was really saying was “If Yoko is well enough to get out of bed and steal one of my biscuits, she doesn’t need to be in the bloody bed in the first place.” It almost didn’t matter what the argument was about. By this stage, whenever the four of them were together it was like a tinderbox, and anything could set them off…even something as dumb as a digestive biscuit.